According to the cloud in "Xunzi • Strong Country": The life of man is in the sky, and the life of the country is in the ceremony. It is said that the fate of a person is determined by the number of days, and the fate of a country is determined by the etiquette, but the things of the world are like a white horse, and the more you think about it, the more you will lose; sometimes, if you let it go as a fart: alas?

In the mass grave, dozens of coffins broke through the ground, trapping the old monk in the middle, and under the scorching sun, a trace of white gas bubbled out of the cracks in the coffins. The old monk recited the Buddha's name and said: "Amitabha, you are just a little corpse demon, and you have revealed your true body regardless of the pain of yang qi erosion, it can be seen that your grievances have been deposited for a long time, but when is the time for retribution." ”

"Dead monk, in order to avenge the murder of the year, I can't wait to enter the reincarnation, I have been practicing penance here for more than 300 years, and I will not give up if I don't slaughter them for three generations. With that, the dozens of coffins also shook angrily.

The old monk frowned and said, "Okay, old monk, I have nothing to do today, so let's take a look at the causes and consequences between you." Saying that, the old monk took out an oil lamp from his bosom, this lamp has the size of a palm, exquisitely clear; there are nine lotus bases below the lamp, and above are eight yin and yang scales, each side hangs a corner, and there are eight small bronze bells hanging on the corner; the lamp is divided into two sides, the flame on the left side is blue for yin, the flame on the right side is red for yang, and the middle is separated by strange wood, which looks very simple.

The old monk stood still in the array, held the lamp in his left palm, poked out two fingers with his right hand, and gently touched the shade of the lamp, and with a snort, the blue flame in the lampshade rose; the old monk reached into the lampshade, his fingertips were dipped in blue flames, and then he stretched out his arms to the sky, and his five fingers were clawed and dragged to the sky above his head, and a tumbling dark cloud floated from a distance to the top of the mass grave, and the dark clouds blocked the scorching sun, and these dozens of coffins stopped the slightest white gas.

Suddenly, an exclamation came from this huge coffin, and said, "Could it be that the master has already cultivated to the realm of the immortal rainbow body? ”

The old monk put away the oil lamp and said with a slight smile: "Amitabha, the poor monk said, only cross people, don't kill people, wait for me to see the cause and effect first." After that, the old monk folded his hands and recited the mantra. Suddenly, a crack opened on the old monk's forehead, and a giant eye appeared from the gap, and a pillar of light shot out of the eye, shining on this black coffin, and looking at the cause and effect of the previous life with the eyes of heaven.

Time goes back to 300 years ago, the cold wind blows, and the snow is covered:

In the evening, the north wind howled and rolled up gusts of snow and mist, and the mountains and rivers were covered in a layer of silver. At this moment, there was a neighing of horses' hooves from the snow and fog in the north, and a team of chariots and horses gradually appeared in front of them. Looking at the car, it seemed to be pulling a lot of grain and grass baggage, and there were many men, women and children sitting on the baggage. Ahead, the coachman walked in the snow with a deep foot and a shallow foot, raising his whip and urging his horse, and the march was very difficult.

On the carriage at the front, an old man squinted in the wind and snow and shouted to the front: "See if there is an inn ahead, it's dark, the snow is too big, let's go tomorrow." The coachman who led the way in front of him had traveled back and forth to this place many times, and was very familiar with the route, so he turned back and shouted to the old man: "The inn must be in the middle of the town, and there are more than thirty miles away from here, and there is a village in front of it, and I can only spend one night in this village tonight......

"Knock knock, knock ~ Someone, open the door, knock~"

There was a door creak, and a middle-aged face poked out of the door and asked, "...... are you?"

At this time, the old man came to hold hands in front of the door, and said to the person who opened the door: "We came from the north, because the Huns had soldiers to invade, and there was a war in the city, so I took my family to Lingzhou City to seek refuge in the city. ”

The man who opened the door was very happy when he heard that there was food to give to him, after all, the heavy snow had closed the mountain for more than ten days, and he could not go up the mountain to hunt, and the food at home had seen the bottom of the tank again, so he opened the door and let everyone enter. But as soon as I came in, I found that there were only four rooms in this family, and there were nearly 30 men, women and children in this group, and there were no room for so many people. So the owner of the house consulted with the old man from a foreign country to see if he could divide into groups of people to live in other homes, so that he could sleep.

After discussion, the 30-odd foreigners were divided into several groups and lived in the homes of Zhang, Bai, Liu, Li, Zhao, and Lu in the village. And these strangers were already sleepy after a day's journey, so they ate some dry food and went to bed early.

In the middle of the night, the snow stopped falling. At this time, in the open space in the center of the village, there were six black figures gathered together, and one of them was heard: "Their carriage has more than 100 denier of grain, enough for us to eat until the beginning of spring, take advantage of the darkness to call more men, and give them ......" Speaking of this, the man gestured with his hand on the neck, meaning to kill these people.

At this time, several other people pondered for a moment, and one of them said: "Although this matter hurts the heavens and reason, but we all have to starve to death without food, it is better to survive in danger and do it!" When the hour is approaching, it is about 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. At this time, when these strangers were sleeping soundly, they thought that the catastrophe was approaching step by step......

In the north, people sleep on the fire kang, its earliest history can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period, at that time, the ancestors who lived in the cold and damp land, in order to achieve the purpose of keeping out the cold, moisture and heating, made the fire kang with stone and loess, and rested and lived on the fire kang for thousands of years.

The night was dark and the wind was high, in the courtyard where the door was opened first, five figures quietly came into the room, they came to the kang with axes in their hands, looked at the five or six people sleeping on the kang, these three people nodded to each other, their hands fell, and smashed the heads of these people, and under a few minutes, the heads of these strangers had been smashed into bloody mud, and they died tragically on the spot. The other residences are full of misery, but it is a pity that these 30 or so foreigners died in their sleep.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was still dark, these people cleaned the scene with all their hands and feet, and they packed the large and small bones on the kang in large cloth bags; on the kang, some people's heads had become meat puree, and they had to use a shovel to shovel the meat puree, which was very disgusting. The bones were then buried on a hillside north of the village.

The next day, the sun rose, and the sunlight reflected back on the crystal snow, stabbing people's eyes. Then a woman got up to make a fire and cook, and she found that the strangers who had been staying in the room did not seem to have woken up, and why there was no movement in the house? She nudged lightly, and the door creaked open, and a thick bloody breath rushed into her nose, choking her with nausea. Looking up, there were still any strangers on the kang, the house was full of bloodstains, and a scream pierced the sky......

Later, the incident became a secret in the village, and although everyone knew about it, no one dared to mention it. Time flies, time passes, at any time the change of dynasties replace, in the next few generations of this village, gradually there are several big families split, so it forms a pattern of five villages and six villages around this place.

Seeing this, the old monk took the eyes of the sky, closed his eyes and sighed: "Amitabha, what a sin, a ...... sin"