Liu Ruxiang came to the front of the row of old graves and looked around twice.

I also followed along, and after a brief count, there were a total of twelve graves, all of which looked a little old. Some of the graves have faintly collapsed, and there are no people to build them, they are overgrown with weeds, and some small trees have grown on them, which is not a good sign, but the coffins will be rotten by the roots.

I watched Liu Ruxiang open her large wooden box, take out a handful of chopsticks from it, and then go to the graves and insert a pair of chopsticks into each grave.

Twelve pairs of chopsticks were inserted on the twelve graves, and this scene looked particularly strange under the gloomy moonlight.

Liu Ruxiang then lit candles on the side of these graves, put a dustpan on the side, and then placed chicken, fish, meat and three animals inside, and set up an outer altar.

Liu Ruxiang put on a red Shigong robe, with a red martial arts mask on his face, and then lit incense and shook a bell in his hand.

"Jingle Bell—"

"Jingle Bell—"

Liu Ruxiang asked me to stand beside her, and then sang the scriptures of Shigong in a low voice.

The wind was gusting, the grass and trees were shaking in all directions, and suddenly, the candles lit by the twelve graves began to shake in unison.

The candle flame just now was still extraordinarily calm, and there was no wind in this remote place, and we didn't know that such a situation would suddenly appear.

I stared at the faltering candles, and beads of sweat began to appear in my palms.

I felt a chill in my back, as if something was blowing on my back.

Soon, the wind grew stronger, and suddenly a sharp wind swept through the candles, and the candles were quickly blown out.

Twelve candles, all extinguished.

A sneer appeared on Liu Ruxiang's face.

I stood from the side and watched, my heart trembling.

In this kind of yin place, after staying for a long time, you will feel goosebumps all over your body, and your heart is getting more and more panicked. It's even more frightening than before in Mojia Village.

Liu Ruxiang calmed me down and opened the pocket I was carrying.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Liu Ruxiang bent down and grabbed a handful of rice from my pocket.

At this time, I saw clearly that it was undercooked rice, and according to Liu Ruxiang's words, it was raw rice for ghosts.

I've been exposed to this kind of stuff before, but I'm still a little scared now.

Liu Ruxiang gently chanted the scriptures of Shigong in his mouth, and on the other side, he sprinkled the rice in his hand towards the position of the chopsticks.

The chopsticks are inserted vertically.

This is in a normal family, if you dare to do this, you will definitely be beaten to death by the family.

I remember when I was a child, once I didn't eat well, and I stuck my chopsticks on the rice bowl vertically while playing, and my amiable grandmother's face showed a rare look of anger.

I was slapped directly, and my grandmother slowly said to me: To give people food, the chopsticks need to be laid flat, on the table, and on the bowl.

But remember not to stick it vertically, because you can only put chopsticks like this when you eat the dead, and even if you stick the chopsticks diagonally in the rice when you meet a particular person, it is not okay.

Liu Ruxiang piled the raw rice at the base of the chopsticks, and then pressed it with her hand, forming a circle almost like that.

Each of the twelve graves did this, and when they were all finished, they looked extremely strange from a distance.

Seeing that it was almost done, Liu Ruxiang sang the scriptures of Shigong again, and then held the rice in one hand and the Dharma seal in the other, and walked towards the place by the stream not far away while singing.

I followed behind Master, holding the little shovel she had asked me to prepare, and soon came to the stream.

"Ask the mountain, start digging from here, and you dig twelve small graves out."

"This small tomb doesn't have to be big, it just needs to be the size of a washbasin."

I looked at the white rice that Liu Ruxiang sprinkled all the way, and I seemed to understand the meaning of this spell.

I did as Master said, and I made one small grave after another on the ground.

Twelve small mounds the size of a basin appeared on the edge of the stream, almost clinging to the stream, which was even the course of the stream itself during the summer season.

I dug the grave, Liu Ruxiang then sang the scriptures of Shigong, and then asked me to light a large handful of incense and insert it in front of those graves one by one.

In the end, Liu Ruxiang said a very strange thing.

It probably means that he is a descendant of the children of the He family, and today he chose a good place to relocate the grave, and asked the ancestors to follow him and bless the descendants again.

After saying this, I saw that the incense that had been lit began to burn rapidly, emitting a sparkling fire in the dark night.

I looked puzzled, Liu Ruxiang did sneer and said: "That town mayor, their family's surname is He, you know what I mean, let's help their ancestors change their graves for free." ”

Just when I thought that Liu Ruxiang had finished the rituals, who would have thought that she would actually return to the location of the twelve ancestral tombs.

"Master, are we going to dig up their family's grave?"

Liu Ruxiang smiled faintly: "Let's not do that kind of lack of morality." ”

She went on to explain: "After a person dies, some of the three souls and seven spirits will return to the underworld, and some will remain in the grave of the yang world, so that they can protect future generations in the next life.

Even the fortunes of future generations are related to their ancestors. This is also why when it comes to the Midyear Festival and the Qingming Festival, you have to go home to worship your ancestors. ”

The movements in Liu Ruxiang's hands did not stop, he changed some of the things on the altar, and then took out the rice that had been piled on the grave before, and then sang the Shigong scriptures again, and sprinkled the rice again.

And this time, Liu Ruxiang pulled out the chopsticks.

As the chopsticks were pulled out, very deep holes immediately appeared on the ground that were attached to the graves.

Liu Ruxiang continued to explain to me: "This place is not only the tomb of the He family, but also the graves of other families, some of which are in disrepair or damaged, and this kind of tomb cannot carry the soul, and the souls of the ancestors inside will naturally become lonely souls and wild ghosts." ”

"It's right to find a home for these lonely ghosts." Liu Ruxiang packed up the gift box, and then we came back to the creek just now.

"In two days, there will be a heavy rain, and although it is not flood season and the water here will not rise particularly high, it will be enough to flood these little graves the size of a basin."

As Liu Ruxiang spoke, I thought about what would happen when it rained two days later.

After the ancestral tomb of the He family was washed away, there were twelve more lonely souls and wild ghosts in this world.