One side is a rosewood table with a tablecloth covered with tin foil.

In the center are three meats. It is lined with moldy tofu, shutters and bean sprouts.

Three pairs of bowls and chopsticks are divided into triangles, and only one bowl contains rice. The rice is green, and at a glance, you can see that it is Fushou rice.

This is the standard spiritual food for the dead in the mountains of Northeast China.

This is also Zhang Shouyu's daily routine.

It stands to reason that this kind of rice is disliked by the living, but Zhang Shouyu can chew it slowly.

This is his food from snacks to big food, he has never eaten any delicious food, and the Fushou rice in the bowl is enough for him to feast on.

There are a lot of paper people and cows and horses around, wearing red and green, and there are two red fluttering circles on their white faces.

After eating, Zhang Shouyu made a fortune divination with his fingers.

In the southwest of Jiaosu, the white tiger rushes into the sky, neutralizes, and the main yang is lacking.

"It's a few points worse than yesterday."

Zhang Shouyu smacked his mouth, sucked the bean sprouts between his teeth and slipped them into his stomach, got up and took the tail, put on a tattered black robe and prepared to go out.

He was a Taoist priest and practiced at a very young age in the mountain temple on the top of Wumuyin Mountain in the Great Khing'an Mountains.

The first seventeen years of his life were confused, and he didn't know why the Taoist priest wanted to live in the temple, and he didn't understand why his own child in the middle of the pass wanted to settle down and take root in the old forest in the northeast.

Also living with him in the broken temple is Master Zhang Zhenshan.

Zhang Zhenshan ordered him to calculate a hexagram every day, and he would not stop until the hexagram was completely murderous. Zhang Shouyu didn't understand what it was for, so he simply took it as his daily homework.

In addition to this, he has a physical task that he must do every day.

"Squeak-ahh

The door opened, and Zhang Shouyu walked out of the house.

He lived in the side house of the mountain temple, the temple was built on the hill and did not occupy a large area, except for the side house, there was only one main temple left, but he never stepped into it.

Master didn't allow it, and always said that it wasn't time yet.

In addition, there is a strange thing, the door of the main temple is very large, very thick, it is not a wooden door with rivets and paint, but two pairs of bronze doors cast in an unknown year and month.

As soon as the day was dark, Zhang Shouyu came to the gate of the main temple. There was an empty pair of chopsticks outside the threshold, and he picked them up neatly, then stepped forward and pulled up the head ring on the left side and patted it three times.

"Master, the time has come."

"Let's take it away, it's a little heavy today."

An old man responded from inside the bronze door, and when the door opened, an old Taoist priest with sunken cheeks poked out a pair of old hands, holding a large lump of things tightly in his hands.

Zhang Shouyu seemed to be familiar with it for a long time, he took the thing, and then resisted it on his right shoulder with the strength of breastfeeding. scribbled with Zhang Zhenshan, and then slowly walked towards the back of the main temple.

Although the mountain temple is small, the wasteland outside the back door of the temple is huge, and it looks like Zhang Zhenshan's brain.

The wind was getting colder and colder at night, Zhang Shouyu shivered all the way, and after walking in the wasteland on the top of the mountain for half an hour, countless crooked graves appeared in front of him.

Mass graves!

No one would have expected that there would be such a boundary behind the Buddhist temple on the top of Wumuyin Mountain. No one will know that every grave bag here was dug by Zhang Shouyu himself.

As for the things that Zhang Shouyu carried on his shoulders, his silhouette is extremely similar to the human body. The exterior is wrapped in several layers of white cloth coated with asphalt.

More precisely...... It should be the Shroud.

Zhang Shouyu had long been accustomed to the stench of corpses, and he skillfully walked to a clearing where there was a new pit he had dug at the height of his midday yang.

Drop the body, bury it, bury the earth, all in one go.

It was midnight after shooting the last shovel, Zhang Shouyu was so tired that he was panting, sitting on the newly piled grave bag and wiping cold sweat.

Since about a year ago, Zhang Zhenshan has been unable to retreat in the main temple.

The specific reason for the retreat was not explicitly stated by Zhang Zhenshan. The rule of ordering Zhang Shouyu to have a hexagram every day was also set since then.

And the current dense tomb on the top of the mountain also comes from the inconspicuous main temple. Zhang Zhenshan ordered Zhang Shouyu to come to the main temple every sunset to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then carry a corpse from the temple.

Today...... More than 300 of them!

The main temple is only five zhang square, and even if it is full of corpses, it may not be able to hold three hundred corpses. Moreover, with the accumulation of time, there were only a lot more corpses, Zhang Shouyu was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more about this kind of ghost and god.

In the past, he wondered if it could be the deceased family members secretly sent to the top of the mountain by the villagers at the bottom of the mountain. But this idea is really ridiculous, after all, Wumuyin Mountain is high and far away, and no one has to be buried on the top of the mountain, and even if it is buried, there is no need to send it to the main temple first.

Besides, he cleaned the dilapidated temple every day, and he hadn't seen anyone for a long time except for July 15, so this idea was self-defeating.

At three o'clock, Zhang Shouyu, who had almost rested, was ready to return to the side room.

He had barely taken a few steps with his pickaxe on his shoulder, when he suddenly turned around and looked at the new tombless tomb that had just been erected by moonlight.

"I'm dazzled......"

Under the miserable white moonlight, Zhang Shouyu faintly saw a green light flashing in the corner of the tomb.

Take two steps closer and take a closer look, and half of the palm is clearly exposed in the dark mountain soil of the northeast.

It's just that the palm of the hand is really weird, and the nails look strangely as if they have not been cut for life, almost a foot and bent into a curl, black as ink and do not reflect the moonlight.

As for the half of the palm, it was really abrupt, full of mildew and rotten corpse green, coated with a layer of scaly scabs that could be seen by the naked eye!

"I've just been buried...... Did you stab the shroud? ”

Zhang Shouyu was frightened and didn't dare to look more, three steps and one step in a panic ran back to the side room, and the moment before closing the door, he glanced at the bronze door of the main temple again.

"Master...... What exactly is done in it? ”

"Could it be that in the past 300 days, the guy I buried with my own hands is not ...... at all? Person? ”

There was no word that night.

A long delay means many hitches.

Since then, Zhang Shouyu will still go to the main temple every day to move the body, but compared with the past, it has added a bit of indescribable fear.

During this period, he also asked Zhang Zhenshan why, but Zhang Zhenshan only gave him an old saying:

"Divination every day, the omen of great evil will come and ask again."

......

......

The days are fleeting, the autumn of the Great Xing'an Mountains is very short, and it is the eighth day of the lunar month in a blink of an eye.

As the sun set, Zhang Shouyu put down and ate half a bowl of Fushou rice.

Ever since he had seen that half of his palm, he had tasteless anything he had eaten.

As usual, a hexagram is calculated, and the days are counted, and this is the 423rd hexagram.

He had long been numb to this kind of routine, and he was ready to go out after scribbling the hexagram today. But as soon as the front foot was put on a tattered robe, the back foot turned around and stared at the hexagram on the ground, with a solemn face-

The Black Emperor's luminous record shows that the north falls into the dark of the division, and the corner stays in the north of the star, fighting and killing......

The main culprit!