I hesitated for a moment, but chose to say bluntly, "I feel that you must hate this Wuxin Sect, right?"

"Hate?"

Although Lu Dashan was laughing, he couldn't hide the anger on his face: "What's more than hatred? I want to kill them alive!"

"Their teachings are particularly cruel, and if you want to cultivate, you must be a heartless person."

This was the first time I had heard of this, and I asked, "What is a mindless person?"

"Kill your parents with your hands and kill your brothers with a knife! Killing the person you love the most is a heartless person!"

When I heard this, my hairs stood on end.

I have seen man-eating demons, but they are not as terrible as this doctrine!

forced someone to kill his parents, Chen Changming is really not afraid of being punished by God!

I steadied myself, turned my head and asked, "That's how your aunt died?"

"And my grandparents."

Tears erupted from Lu Dashan's eyes: "If it weren't for me going to school in other places, I'm afraid I would have died."

"My grandmother didn't die, but she was stabbed to the spine and was left in bed for the rest of her life."

Lu Dashan's words were like steel needles, piercing me uncomfortable.

Okay, Chen Changming!

Let's count the old and new hatreds together, if Lao Tzu doesn't raze you, I'm sorry for this robe!

"Brother."

I patted Lu Dashan: "I ask you, last night by the river, were they doing sacrifices?"

"Almost." Lu Dashan hesitated for a moment, and then nodded firmly: "I will do it once a month."

As a Taoist, I never dared to underestimate the power of faith.

As long as the faith is strong enough, it is not a big deal to give one's life for the sake of the teachings.

Some even call it "jihad".

"Did they get any benefit after the sacrifice?"

"Yes!"

Lu Dashan nodded firmly: "In the past, our village was a notoriously poor place."

"If you can earn a thousand dollars a year, that's a rich family!"

After speaking, he pointed to the mud house not far away: "In the past, these people lived in straw huts, but in less than half a year, they all had money to build a house."

"Especially the village chief."

He leaned into my ear with a deep expression: "The grass shed directly becomes a brick house!"

Sure enough, it was pretty much the same as I guessed.

Behind the power of faith is benefit, and most people worship God, worshipping their own selfish desires, rather than true reverence.

However, having said that, Chen Changming still has some real skills.

I don't know what means he used to make such a barren village suddenly rich.

Feng Shui, it must be Feng Shui!

Since ancient times, people who want to change their luck abound, to say smaller, to change the layout of the house; To put it bigger, it is to break the sea and reclaim the mountains.

I put the books away and took out Lu Haiyan's ashes from my backpack.

"This is your aunt."

Lu Dashan stared at the urn and stretched out his hand to take it, but immediately retracted his hand.

"I...... I don't want it!"

When he said this, he clenched his fists as if he had made a great determination.

I was puzzled and asked, "This is your aunt, you have to take her home!"

"Big brother, I won't hide it from you. I brought the ashes back, and there was nowhere to bury them."

After speaking, he pointed his hand: "Everyone's ancestral graves have been occupied, I can't help it!"

"Ancestral grave?" Again, I confirmed, "Everyone's ancestral grave?"

"Yes!"

His determination gave me a guess, and I immediately confirmed, "You don't believe in Wuxin at all, do you?"

Lu Dashan laughed dryly: "What do you think?"

"So your family is poorer than ever, right?"

His eyes suddenly appeared

A glimmer of light: "How do you know?"

I stared at him and said, word by word, "If I'm not mistaken, your grandmother's recent condition is not optimistic."

"All right!"

Chen Jiayan tugged at my sleeve and said softly, "You see it?"

"I know how it broke."

I put the urn away first, and then looked at Lu Dashan: "Take me to the ancestral grave."

"Now?"

"Right now!"

Lu Dashan's face was obviously a little uneasy, but he still turned his head and led the way in front.

The ancestral grave of Navel Village is halfway up the mountain, and standing on a slightly higher dirt slope, I can just look down on the panoramic view.

Although there are mountains in front and water in the back, it is built on a low-lying land.

When I see this kind of thing, I am troubled.

To be able to choose such a place as a yin house, it must be the handiwork of a certain gentleman, and the feng shui of this place is really good.

However, this gentleman is definitely a second hanger, otherwise he would not have built his ancestral grave in a pit.

The land of good children and grandchildren has become a poor ghost pit.

To my surprise, I thought that Chen Changming would build some kind of altar here, but this was not the case.

The ancestral tomb was only enclosed with a few hemp ropes, and there was nothing strange about it.

I slid down the dirt slope, walked to a tombstone, snapped out a little dirt with my fingers, put it under my nose and sniffed it.

In the past, people called the Taoist priest "Dog-nosed Old Dao", which is the basic skill of the Taoist priest.

A Taoist priest can not have good eyes, but he must have a good nose.

According to the "Book of Corpses", if the soil is fishy, it is newly buried; The soil is heavy, and it is an old grave.

The soil on my hands obviously smells of earth, and it is obviously new soil.

I beckoned to Lu Dashan, "Which gentleman is this?"

Lu Dashan squatted in front of the grave and leaned his face over to take a closer look: "This, it should be Ergou's grandmother."

"It's been decades since you've been dead, haven't you?"

The grave of more than ten years should be similar to the spicy taste of pepper.

This grave must have been touched! The night breeze blows through the mountains, and the leaves of unknown trees crash against each other in the wind.

The wooden monument in the cemetery swayed back and forth in the wind, as if it could be broken out at any moment.

Suddenly a faint mist rose in the night, shrouding the dark graveyard.

Lu Dashan said that it was not good: "This ...... Why is this foggy?"