After Zhang Lisheng opened the heavy wooden door of the ancient house, the mountain people of Yuwo Village walked into the legendary 'Zhang family's old mansion' for the first time without much consideration.

Because it is located in the depression of the mountainside of the mountain village, the ancient house does not see the sun all year round, and when you step into the yard, it makes people feel that the temperature has dropped a lot, but as more and more people enter the door, it gradually no longer looks so cold.

After Tao Lielin walked into the ancient mansion, he shuddered, and after trembling, he began to tell the descendants in the village to do things: "Carry the mountain insect Daddy to the middle of the hall, and we will wrap up the ice coffin, and settle accounts with me in a while."

Ermu, you light the coarse incense on the table, and then go to your seventh uncle's house to get a new rank, and engrave it with 'Lishan Wuxian Zhangmai Dao Wushanjun' and send it, remembering that it is 'Lishan Wuxian Zhangmaidao Wushanjun' Don't be wrong.

The earth dogs, the sheep pheasants, and the clever bows went to the well to fetch buckets of water, and wiped the doors of the inner and outer houses..."

In the ancient customs of Miaowei, the title of 'Mountain King' is a tiger in beasts, and 'witches' in people.

Of course, the 'witch' here has now evolved into the meaning of 'Shen Han', and such honorific titles are only used after death, and those god sticks that are believed in all over the country are usually called 'old men' when they are alive.

Hearing Tao Lielin's instructions, the young people in the villagers began to get busy in the old house of the Zhang family, while the elderly of the villagers dispersed one after another and went home to cook on the fire.

Everyone has something to do, only Zhang Lisheng stands idly in the hall, but after the linen blanket is fetched, he has his own business, that is, kneeling beside the ice coffin to thank the guests.

Miao Wei funeral, recruit thousands of guests, whether you know the main family or not, as long as the guests come to the door, the main family will be entertained, usually the mourning man kowtows, and then entertain a feast of nine meat and nine vegetarian Miao Wei.

On the fifth day of the mourning period, Zhang Lisheng knelt in front of Daddy's corpse for more than ten hours a day from morning to night to thank the guests, tired and haggard, and most of the guests were travelers to the mountain village except for a few villagers.

Being able to enjoy the real Miao Wei funeral made the tourists very excited, and even some independent donkey travelers deliberately extended their holidays and stayed in Yuwo Village to wait for Zhang Daowu's burial.

As for the villagers of Yuwo Village, who helped with the funeral in the ancient house, they gradually felt that the 'old house of the Zhang family' had become unremarkable, and what people were most afraid of was the unknown, and the mystery was revealed, and this was just an old house.

Finally, the day after the funeral, in the afternoon, almost all the adult men and women in the village gathered, plus the tourists who watched the lively scene, the water of the old house of the Zhang family was blocked, and even the stone road outside was full of people.

Presiding over the funeral ceremony was Tao Lielin, who was draped in a red cloth blanket on his shoulder, he looked down at the mobile phone and raised his head when the auspicious time was coming, opened the microphone and blew, and when he heard the 'huhu' sound amplification was normal, he said loudly: "Don't be noisy, don't be noisy."

The auspicious time has arrived, send Zhang Shanjun on..."

Tao Lielin was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly saw the crowded villagers automatically give way to him, and Tian Jiushi, the old village chief in a pure black Miao suit, walked towards him.

"Ninety masters, you, why are you here..."

"Brother Daowu is the last one, of course I have to send it off," Tian Jiushi, who didn't show up together during Zhang Daowu's funeral, sighed, took the microphone from the stunned Tao Lielin and raised his voice: "The auspicious time has arrived, and the old Hantian ninety will send Zhang Daowu Shanjun on the road." ”

After speaking, he took off the red cloth blanket from Tao Lielin's shoulder and covered it on the corpse of Zhang Daowu in the ice coffin.

The deceased was wrapped up, and in an instant, the invited drummers and drums rang out in unison, and several stout middle-aged Miao Wei women carefully lifted Zhang Daowu's bones, put them into the wooden coffin on the side, and closed the coffin with the coffin lid.

Zhang Lisheng, who was kneeling, staggered up from the ground, and symbolically smashed the thick iron nails on the coffin lid from the wooden hammer, and then a strong man wearing a Miao costume and his head wrapped in a black cloth began to divide the four corners and nail the sixteen iron nails on the coffin lid.

Among the lively tourists in the courtyard of the ancient house, there was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, listlessly watching the strong man beating the thick iron nails with a sledgehammer, and whispered to his companions: "Third brother, isn't this the same as our Chinese funeral."

I thought that these Miao Wei people would kill a bear, a wild boar blood sacrifice or something, but I didn't expect that in addition to not burning people for cremation, I didn't see it at all. ”

It's not easy to see the rarity, just look at the 'carved stone single-sided insect pattern ghost face' hanging on the wall above the altar table in that hall.

If it's genuine, you won't be able to find such an elaborate antique witch mask at Southby's annual auction. His tall, middle-aged companion with a slight beard replied with a smile in a low voice.

"That's not worth a lot of money, third brother, take a closer look at whether it's true!" The young man with big eyebrows was shocked and became interested.

"It's not worth the sky-high price, and you don't know the way, these years collectors recognize porcelain, wood, bronze, and pewter are not easy to sell, let alone stoneware.

However, if you cover it for a few years, feng shui takes turns, and the stone tools are suddenly popular, then it is not impossible to add one in front and add a zero in the back.

Tsk, this texture, this knife work, this quality can be said to be perfect!"

"500,000 US dollars plus one in front and zero in the back, that's not fifteen million!

Three, third brother, third brother, this is tantamount to picking it up for nothing, and it depends on whether it is true or false, let's just go. “

"This is Miaodi, it's better to be careful, the spirit card says 'Mountain King', this family is not simple. The third brother, who had been engaged in civilized smuggling and trading in western Sichuan for several years, said in a cautious tone.

"What Shanjun, it's all feudal superstition, we don't understand what we're doing, I didn't expect to finish a 'big job', and by the way, I could meet this good thing.

Third brother, let's add 'wire' to get a ticket tonight and leave tomorrow morning, that's not appropriate. ”

"Things are good, but it's all about the long term.

This kind of thing can't be rushed, right big eyes, what is the name of the landlord who always wants to play money with us in the farmhouse where he has lived in the past two days, and he will be tricked tonight. ”

"He drove a truck to the city to transport mountain goods, the name does not know the way, I heard his daughter-in-law old 'Ermu', 'Ermu' call him, let's take him tonight. The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes rubbed his hands and said.

The tall, slightly bearded middle-aged tourist nodded, did not speak, and looked away from the grimace stone mask hanging on the wall of the ancient mansion, as if nothing had happened, but the greedy color in his eyes lingered for a long time.

The iron nails on the coffin of Zhang Daowu have been nailed to death, and the bars specially invited from Shili and Eight Townships have already lifted the coffin with wooden bars and hemp ropes.

They sang in unison: "There are guests leaving, there are guests leaving, who is not a guest in the world...", staggering and seemingly dangerous, but in fact walking towards the door in unison very regularly.

As soon as the coffin moved, the congested crowd avoided it one after another, Zhang Lisheng followed the coffin uneasily, and felt a tingling pain when he thought of the dead father in his heart;

When I think of the witch insect that is buried in the shallow soil underground, I must not be trampled to death by the mourners;

After a while, I thought that I didn't know if I should continue to go to school in the future, maybe with hundreds of thousands of compensation, it would be a better choice to bury myself in ascetic witchcraft.

The drummer blew the tune of the mountain and wild seedlings, and led the mourning procession across the stone road at the front, climbing along a very inconspicuous mountain path at the entrance of the village to the west of Ouwo Village.

The winding path of the mountain road is deep, the trees are dense to sparse, up to two or three hundred meters, it is bare, and even a place to rest can not be found.

After walking slowly for more than ten minutes, the funeral procession finally came to a platform formed by the natural fracture of the mountain.

The platform was huge, surrounded by mountains on three sides, and faced by a rushing river on one side.

On the mountain platform on the side of the river, there are hundreds of wooden coffins densely stacked, which is the burial place of the mountain in Ouwo Village.

The long-awaited curiosity was finally greatly satisfied at the last moment, some out of breath tourists began to happily take pictures, and some Westerners with tablet computers with satellite networks even began to update their personal homepages.

Although Tian Jiushi, the old village chief of Yuwo Village, is strong, he is an old man in his last years after all, he can't climb the mountain and can't come to the 'burial ground'.

With a gloomy face on the mountain platform, he shouted at the tourists who held up their cameras and tablets: "I'll talk about Ha first, and the mountain burial will be accompanied by hundreds of monsters and ghosts."

Those of you who watch the lively scene had better do your duty, otherwise you will anger the ghosts and gods, and no one will be able to save them, and you will either die or be injured!"

Hearing his warning, some tourists' faces changed, and they unconsciously put down the digital products in their hands, while some people were numb, but the excited expressions on their faces were less.

For tourists who do not listen to dissuasion, Tao Lielin has no other way, after all, according to the customs of the Miao Wei people, the 'foreigner' is the most noble in the funeral, and there are no taboos.

He could only look straight, strode solemnly to Zhang Daowu's wooden coffin, and said in a long tone as if singing: "Cheng Li, Cheng Ji, great goodness at this time, put the coffin and salute, and the mountain monarch will return to his place!" I want to end the funeral as soon as possible, so as to get rid of these tourists who desecrate the ancestors' burial ground.

Hearing Tao Lielin's order, the young man carrying the coffin responded in unison: "No." The word, staggeringly carried Zhang Lielin's wooden coffin to the easternmost row of coffins on the riverside side of the mountain platform and put it down.