"Find that person!" These were the last words Cha Wenbin said before going to bed that night.

I don't know who he's looking for, but I do know that the impact of this matter goes far and wide, and there are rumors of hauntings everywhere. It was still a relatively closed era, and rumors of hauntings were word-of-mouth at the time, and there would inevitably be omissions and exaggerations in the person's mouth. So much so that later, it was rumored outside that seven people died in Hong Village, and seven more died the next night, and everyone in the village ran out, and there was a lot of noise for a while.

Cha Wenbin is on fire, and there are rumors everywhere that such a person is a person, some people describe him as an old man with a goatee, some people say that he is the reincarnation of Zhang Tianshi, and some people say that he came from Sanqing Mountain, specializing in eliminating demons and subduing demons. In short, there is everything to say, and in the end, even he will fly to the sky and scatter beans into soldiers.

The next day, on the way to Zhuangyuan Village, we sat on a rickety bus, Zhuangyuan Village belongs to the territory of Anhui, when the provincial highway at the junction of Zhejiang and Anhui provinces was still a mountain road. The bus has to climb over the Tianmu Mountains at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters, it snowed in those days, the road is not easy to walk, if it is not for the good business in the first month, it is estimated that even the car can not be found.

We were crowded in the last row, and my dad went with him that day, saying that he wanted to go and have a look.

"Haha, Cha Ye, if we go and open a shop, we will hang your name, count fifty yuan for one hexagram, two hundred yuan for feng shui, three hundred for the yang house, and five hundred for the yin house, what do you think?"

"If you get a fat man, we don't care about this matter, let's check the thin skin of the root paper, how can we make a living."

Cha Wenbin just smiled and didn't answer, this time it was his idea to go to Zhuangyuan Village, he wanted to go and see the ancestral hall I said.

Zhuangyuan Village, worthy of its name, this remote mountain village in southern Anhui needs to first change to a minibus, then a minibus, and finally a tricycle, more than 100 kilometers to walk for four hours to arrive.

At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Jin soldiers broke through the city of Bianliang and took away Huizong and Qinzong, and the Song Dynasty Zhao moved the capital to Lin'an, which is now Hangzhou and built the Southern Song Dynasty. Zhou Ziyuan, a scholar of Jixian Hall in the Northern Song Dynasty, thought that the Song Emperor was exiled, and the Southern Song Dynasty lived in Hangzhou to drink and have fun all day long.

Zhou Ziyuan, a scholar, was an adviser to the emperor of the current dynasty, and he couldn't stand the Southern Song Dynasty emperor's actions, so he resigned and returned to his hometown. This person knew that Emperor Song was scheming, so he imitated Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Source and took his family to southern Anhui to build a village, founded a private school, and farmed and taught every day for a living.

This village is extremely famous in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and has produced four champions, and during the Qing Dynasty, there were people who worshiped as a scholar of the dynasty. During the 20 years of Kangxi, Emperor Kangxi heard that the people in this village were quite literate and had produced so many talents, so he sent someone to give the scholar a memorial arch with four big characters on it: endless learning! And give the local place name: Zhuangyuan Village!

The village is built around the mountain, it is a place where seven mountains, two rivers and one field, when we went, the inscription of Kangxi on the archway at the entrance of the village has disappeared, it is said that it was smashed by the Red Guards during the Cultural Revolution. I haven't been here for almost ten years, and my father inquired and found my cousin-in-law's house, his name is Zhou Bocai, presumably the family wanted him to be erudite and talented, and they didn't want to end up in such a scene.

His house is easy to find, and the big mansion is still magnificent today, although it has been occupied by a few people, but in the end it was still a big family. The emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and his eyes were shining when he saw the lotus stone pattern carved on the corner of the wall.

"Oh my god, any thing here can be dismantled and pulled to Guangzhou to make those Hong Kong people crazy, it's just a tyrannical thing, this is the stone carving art of the Southern Song Dynasty. What's the matter, listen to you, that person is still a scholar? ”

I nodded and said, "Well, scholar, now it's the emperor's secretary." ”

The fat man squatted in the corner of the wall and drooled out: "Even if it is produced by the official kiln, this craft is at least the court ** at that time, I saw a piece in the Hangzhou Museum last year, saying that it was a stone pier left when the Southern Song Dynasty Royal Street was excavated, which is exactly the same as this shape." ”

I lifted my foot and kicked him on the buttocks: "Don't see anything and just slap around, look at your virtue, it's useless." ”

The fat man patted the ash on his body and stood up and choked me: "You know a ball, this thing can't beat your broken TV set more than ten, you deserve to sell it for the rest of your life!" ”

"Hey, hey, I learned from you when I said I wanted to sell rags, and you're still a fucking rag master." It's noisy, but the business still has to be done, and the fat man has found a treasure, so I will be disgusted with more money?

I gently leaned into the fat man's ear and said, "I'm telling you, this kind of thing is everywhere here, if you really have an idea, let's think about it for a while?" ”

The fat man showed a mouthful of big white teeth and came to me a Henan dialect: "Medium!" ”

My cousin-in-law's house, Zhou Bocai, was located in the corner of the village, and although it was not a good place, it was the best in the village. There are several elements to build a house in this mountainous area: first, the sun should be good, the sun in the mountainous area rises late and sets early, and the terrain of my cousin's house is the highest in the whole village, sitting north and facing south, and the first ray of light in the village in winter must shine directly into his house.

The second place is flat, his land is the size of more than half a football field, the house only occupies one-third, and the remaining two-thirds are his own land.

A good place is good feng shui, good feng shui can gather qi, this prosperous family is also prosperous, and it stands to reason that such an unlucky thing should not be his turn in the family. When we went, the village closed the door directly when we heard that it was Zhou Bocai's house, and they were not even willing to talk to you, and finally found a way for a little doll to recognize.

The wreaths scattered all over the door showed that there had been a funeral here not long ago, and the white snow was also a mess, colorful and everything, and the door was closed, and it is said that my cousin fled in fright overnight.

Why escape?

Hey, I'll tell you!

My cousin-in-law's next door neighbor was there, and my father knew him, and he told us about the day.

My cousin-in-law Zhou Bo just died, and he hung it up with his brother-in-law for about the same time, and it was all in the New Year, and he couldn't mourn. According to the rules, he also has to be covered at home, that is, he carries the person to the ** and covers it with a quilt, pretending to be sleeping. In fact, everyone knows, but no one wants to go to his house to help in the New Year, or busy with funerals, bad luck.

Anyway, after knowing that our side has started to mourn, this side is also a little hesitant, and it is quite strange to say that this is strange. In this weather, five fingers will be frozen into carrots for you in half a minute, and this dead man will be no different from putting it in the freezer, and when a piece of pork is thrown in the tank for a week, it will not be bad, and the corpse stinks!

My cousin-in-law was planted in a dung pit and died, and when he picked it up, he washed it with tap water for more than an hour. But my cousin-in-law is said to have yellow water coming out of all seven orifices, which is completely different from the smell of feces, very similar to the smell of rotting pork in summer.

As soon as the elders in the family are combined, they can't stay alive if they stink like this, so let's bury them quickly. Fortunately, the old Zhou family still has a little thin noodles in the local area, and it is all their own family here, and they are all descendants of Zhou scholars back then, and everyone has a little kinship. Ask someone to talk about the relationship from house to house, and this matter will be done.

On the night of the third day of the first lunar month, people were still in the house, and the freshly painted coffin outside was delivered, and there was a servant in their village who was responsible for the burial. During the day, several women covered their noses and pulled Zhou Bocai into the wooden barrel and washed his body up and down, and it is said that many women's household alabaster was smeared to cover up the smell.

**The scene of the point, I was originally going to open the coffin and bury it, but I didn't know if I entered the house and looked, hey, the body was gone.

It's good now, obviously more than a dozen pairs of eyes are looking at the corpse that was washed clean an hour ago and sent into the house, so they just eat together to help with the meal, and the corpse is gone?

How can this be so weird?

This corpse, he hasn't put on a shroud yet, and there have been several funeral banquets in the past. The one that came back after the funeral was considered a full drink, and the first few meals were considered a help banquet, and at the beginning of this help banquet, the person in charge of dressing was called out to drink. He thought that it would be okay to come back after drinking, so he only put on pants for the corpse, and the clothes were still on the head.

Come inside and see, hey, the clothes are gone! I asked again, no one has ever been in, could it be that this dead man has put on his clothes and run away, and the more evil ones are still behind, and a pair of shoes placed on the side of the ** do not know where to go.

Now the big guy is panicking, this life wants to see people, and death wants to see corpses!

The young men of the village were immediately called together, and several hounds were led into the house, smelled the smell, and then rushed out of the house, which happened to be snowing heavily that night. A series of footprints outside the house was very strange and attracted everyone's attention.

The footprints alternated back and forth, but only half of the shoe prints were missing, and the back half was none, except for the soles of the feet.

At that time, some wise people ran home first and closed the doors and windows, but those who did not know continued to wander around with torches and torches, and the hounds stopped in front of the ancestral hall and began to bark wildly. This can stump everyone, this ancestral hall is not at any time can enter, every month on the first day of the lunar calendar, the fifteenth, the ancestral hall can be open to the outside world, let the children and grandchildren go in to burn incense and worship, usually, the door is closed, this is the rule left by the champion village for thousands of years.

As for the key, there was only one, and at the patriarch's place, the door was locked, but there were indeed footprints in the doorway.

The patriarch was over eighty years old, and he opened the door with the support of several old men with a slight tremble, and only then pushed the door open and took a look at the scolding of "unfilial sons", and turned over on the spot.

"Dead?" Cha Wenbin frowned when he heard this.

The neighbor said: "No, it was gone on the spot, the old patriarch already had a heart attack, how could he not be scared to death when he saw that scene?" ”

The fat man listened with relish, and he pricked up his ears while knocking on the melon seeds: "What's the matter?" ”

When the man said this, even the beard on the side of his mouth was about to rise: "What! Zhou Bocai is standing inside! I saw it with my own eyes, and he was standing by the incense burner in the courtyard. When the old patriarch fell, one of our young men from the soldiers and civilians raised his hand and shot it, and it was right in the chest of Zhou Bocai, and then he fell......"

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The end of the second watch, good night