00010404040404 Luo Dami immediately shouted when he saw this word: "What does this mean?" Did he go to find his mother? What does this have to do with Mom? "

"Big brother, don't be impatient." Xie Ling saw that he was unstable, and quickly reminded him.

Luo Dami's chest rose and fell violently. Take a deep breath and settle down. The age is low.

Xie Ling thought about it, and then asked Die Xian: "What does mother mean?" "

The saucer of the saucer stood still and did not reply. Xie Ling sighed: "Okay. To change the question, who is the surname of the object of Luo Ermi's affair? "

This question was most interesting to the second sister-in-law, who stared at the plate with her eyes wide open. She wanted to see whose vixen it was.

The saucer moved slowly, skimming over one word after another on the diagram, and finally stopped at one word and did not move.

We all looked at it, and none of us expected such a word. The word that stops at the end of the dish is actually "puppet", the puppet of the puppet.

The second sister-in-law trembled: "What does this mean?" "

"Alone. A ghost, you say? Xie Ling said.

He muttered silently: "Diexian Diexian, thank you, please go." "It's weird. As his chanting ended, the incense planted in the mound of earth faded away.

Xie Ling stood up and said, "Let's all get up." Now the problem is clear. "

"But I'm still confused." Luo Dami said.

Xie Ling said: "Where is your mother buried?" "

Luo Dami scratched his head and said: "My mother has passed away for many years, and when she left, the family conditions were not good, and she didn't pick any good burials, but my father buried them at that time, as if they were buried in the ancestral grave before, I don't know the specifics." He looked ashamed: "Actually, I've always wanted to move her grave, but I always forget it, and I don't know the specific location." "

Even the eldest brother doesn't know, and we daughters-in-law and younger brothers can't even say that they are ugly.

Xie Lingqi said: "After your mother leaves, don't you go to the grave on the day of death?" "

I said next to me: "In my memory, my father never led us to go to my mother's grave, and in the days you mentioned, we burned paper on the roadside at the entrance of the village to pay respects." "

"It's not a bad child." Uncle Ling, who had been silent, suddenly said: "Your father Lao Luo and your mother have a very good relationship, after your mother got sick and left, Lao Luo was heartbroken, I accompanied him to bury your mother, and I accompanied him to slowly get out of the pain." Your mother is a thorn in his heart, and he can't untie it. It was because he didn't want to go to the grave to worship, and he didn't want to mention this matter, Lao Luo's mind was very heavy. "

"Uncle Ling, do you know where my mother is buried?" Luo Dami asked.

Uncle Ling nodded, his expression was very strict, and said to us, come with me.

As far as I know, there was an ancestral grave in Pantao Village a long time ago, and the old people in the village had to be buried in the ancestral grave when they died. It is said that going back up, the first generation of burials can be traced back to the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. However, since I was sensible, I had never seen what this ancestral tomb looked like, and the old people talked about it occasionally, and they were like thieves, and they immediately changed the topic after a few quick words. In our children's conceptions, the place was more like a legend.

The place was still some distance from the Pan Tao Temple, so we got in the car and drove in the direction of the ancestral tomb with Uncle Ling as the guide.

On the way, Uncle Ling told me about the history of the ancestral tomb, and I learned about its origin.

The ancestral tomb suffered a total of two catastrophes, the first was during the civil war, when the two parties fought extremely fiercely, although Pan Taoshan was not a key road at that time, but it was also affected by artillery fire, the ancestral tomb was blown to pieces by the cannon at that time, the bones flew sideways, and the aura of the mountains and rivers disappeared. At that time, the living couldn't take care of it, and who could look at the dead. When the liberation was about to be made, the old people in the village came forward, picked up the bones, rebuilt the grave, and reluctantly stood up again. Although there are still old people who have passed away and buried them here in the future, everyone understands in their hearts that the fortune of the ancestors is all gone.

The second time was in the sixties and seventies of the last century, when the red wave was at its peak, the young revolutionaries smashed old things when they saw them, and they were all bold and thieves, and they once wanted to destroy the Pan Tao Temple, but they were blocked outside the temple by Uncle Ling with a firewood knife. At that time, Uncle Ling was still young, in the prime of life, practicing martial arts all the year round, holding a knife in his hand, and he had a strong evil spirit, so he forced these dogs to retreat. This matter has been recited in our village for a long time, why is Uncle Ling now highly respected and an elder-level figure in the village. Just because he tried to protect the Pan Tao Temple back then, he directly established a very high prestige.

These young revolutionaries turned to the ancestral graves, turning the graves upside down with shovels and hoes, digging up the bones and discarding them at will, exposing the corpses to the sun. There was a corpse that had not been buried for a long time, and he actually let two young generals drag one of them on one leg on the mountain road, and the body had long been gone when it was dragged down the mountain, leaving only two dead people's legs. The two youngsters still thought it was funny and threw them directly into the weeds.

When they finished tossing, Uncle Ling took people to use the black jar to store the discarded bones one by one, and when he said this, he sighed: "The deserted courtyard where I invited the Saucer Immortal just now, a large part of the bone altar in it contains the bones of the ancestors who were discarded at that time, and they are evil." "

These words are too heavy to say. Later, in the 80s, the ancestral grave was re-maintained, and some people were buried one after another, and then cremation was carried out, and the state established a cemetery, and the place gradually became desolate. After all, the cemetery is guarded and cared for, and those buried in this wilderness will suffer one day.

When my mother passed away, the family had no money to go to the cemetery, and they didn't want to store the zài columbarium, so my father was an old man after all, and he believed in the soil for peace, so he asked a few people to help bury my mother's bones in this ancestral grave.

The car quickly stopped on an open hillside and we got out of the car. It is very quiet here, surrounded by pines and cypresses, when the wind rises, there is actually the sound of pine waves blowing, giving people a gloomy feeling, no need to know feng shui, anyone can see that this is indeed a treasure land. Uncle Ling wiped his glasses and said that he also heard from the elders that in order to choose a piece of feng shui treasure land for ten miles and eight villages, he once raised three thousand taels of silver and invited a feng shui gentleman from the capital. This old gentleman squatted in the mountains around Pantao Mountain for half a year, and watched the wind in the night before choosing this place. After hundreds of years, there were no troops and blood disasters, but as soon as they entered modern times, it seemed that feng shui had changed, first the bombardment and then the man-made disaster, and that bit of aura had long been trampled up.

Xie Ling looked at it and sighed: "Strange, strange." "

Uncle Ling was very respectful of him: "What did this little brother find?" "

"The feng shui here is good, but the qi veins are extremely poor, it belongs to the rootless land, the water without a source, the water is strong but does not flow, that is the stagnant water. It seems that something is blocking the main veins that flow outward. "Let's take a look.

Luo Dami was in a hurry, let's not talk about feng shui first, and begged Uncle Ling to take a look at his mother's cemetery.

Uncle Ling said, your mother is buried at the west end of the ancestral tomb, and the old tomb of the third tree tablet is the old tomb. We followed him, and there were nearly 100 tombs buried in this idle cemetery, and the tombstones seemed to be uncared for, and the handwriting on them was blurred.

As I slowly approached the west, my heart pounded, and I felt an indescribable feeling, excited and nervous. When he got here, Uncle Ling pointed to the tombstone: "That's it." I hurriedly looked at it, and sure enough, my mother's name was engraved on the tablet. Seeing words like people, I really can't control it, and tears flow down. Luo Dami ran over in a few steps, squatted next to the monument, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tombstone, his lips trembled: "Mom, the unfilial son Luo Dami has come to see you, are you okay?" "

The eldest sister-in-law, the second sister-in-law and I stepped forward together, all knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three respectfully. Luo Dami stood up, wiped his tears and came to Xie Ling, bowed deeply, and Xie Ling hurriedly helped: "Big brother, what are you doing here?" "

"Brother Xie, I see that there is still some incense in your bag, and I also borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and I want to invite a few pillars of incense in your bag to my mother."

Xie Ling nodded: "Yes." He took the incense out of his bag and handed it to Luo Dami.

Luo Dami lit it, saved the soil as a furnace, respectfully inserted the incense in front of the stele, and kowtowed three times. The second sister-in-law was worried about my second brother, looked around, and said anxiously: "Diexian said, Ermi is here in the mother's place, why is there no shadow of him?" "

My mother's grave was a headstone in front and a bulging grave bag in the back, and I turned around and came to the back. As soon as I walked here, I suddenly saw that something was wrong. In the corner of the mound grew a bowl-thick pine tree, and the soil seemed to be somewhat renovated. The soil in other places is yellow after exposure to the sun, but here is a wetter black color. I plucked a branch and pulled the dirt aside to take a closer look. It doesn't matter what I see, it's a big surprise.

At the root of the tree, there was a hole, about a person wide, bottomless, hidden in the broken soil branches, not to be found without careful look.

My brain exploded suddenly, and a cold air came out of my back, I have read a lot of tomb robbery novels, could it be that my mother's grave was robbed? How else could there be such a hole?

I crouched to the side and poked in with a branch to see how deep it was, when suddenly someone shouted, "Get out of the way, danger!" "