spooky invasion

Chapter 3 Jiuliting

There is a folk song from the Panshiling generation that goes like this:

Qingming head, do not worry about tomb-sweeping worship,
During the Qingming Festival, the descendants, big and small, worship Shan Gong,
At the end of the Qingming Festival, lonely ghosts have no home.

The so-called Qingming head, Qingming middle, and Qingming tail are calculated according to the days of the lunar calendar.

The days of the Gregorian calendar are fixed on April [-]th and April [-]th, but the lunar calendar dates vary from year to year.

If it falls on the first and second day of each lunar month, it is the standard Qingming head; on the [-]th, [-]th, [-]th day of the lunar calendar, it is the proper Qingming tail.

As for Qingming, those days in the middle of each month of the lunar calendar can be regarded as Qingming.

Generally, during the Qingming Festival, tomb-sweeping during the Qingming Festival is not a big deal; during the Qingming Festival, as many men as possible are required to attend.The so-called Shan Gong is actually the ancestor buried in the mountain.There are many males in the family, the family is prosperous, and it is not a big problem to go to the grave.

As for the end of the Qingming Festival, it is evil.According to the folklore of Panshiling, on the day of the Qingming Festival, all kinds of lonely ghosts wandering around.

Tomb-sweeping on these days, from the house to the way to worship on the mountain, a knife of yellow paper is burned at every intersection.

Intended to buy a safe journey, to avoid the entanglement of filth.

The ancestors of Panshiling have always passed on this folk tale by word of mouth, until Jiang Yue's father's generation, all abide by this set of rules.Every time I go back to my hometown to sweep the grave, I never lack a sense of ritual.Especially when it comes to the end of the Qingming Festival, it is more particular, and it is not ambiguous at all.

Regardless of the age of Sangou, the things inherited from the older generation are usually taken to heart.

Seeing Jiang Yue in a daze, Sangou couldn't help reminding: "Second brother? Today is February [-]th in the lunar calendar, at the end of Qingming. Could it be that those dirty things have come to the house?"

After some words, the brothers who were standing outside the yard felt a little chilly.

Fortunately, at this time, a phone call brought them back to the normal world.

On the other end of the phone was the anxious voice of my sister-in-law.

Apparently, the little aunt discovered that Sangou was missing, and she was relieved when she learned that Sangou, the little bastard, had returned to Panshiling safely, and then she specially told the various ancestors of Qingmingwei. After repeated explanations, the little aunt faced Sangou again The dog cursed for a while, and then hung up the phone.

"Okay, Sangou! What time did you get up? You're home after a few miles of mountain road? Tu Xingsun or Lei Zhenzi?"

"Hey, I didn't sleep much last night. Second brother, why don't we burn some paper." Sangouren, as their name suggests, hadn't slept much all night, and was still as energetic as a dog.

Jiang Yue did not intend to sing the opposite of Zu Xun. At his age, he was supposed to be rebellious. When he was a maverick, being able to return to Panshiling to worship and sweep from the city itself showed that he valued these traditions.

Watching the yellow paper beside the road burn to ashes, the doubts in Jiang Yue's heart did not diminish.

Although the drizzle continued, the activities of going up the mountain to worship and sweep ancestral graves could not be discounted.

Jiang Yue carried a hoe on his shoulder, and the sacrifice was carried in a bamboo basket that was already rare in the city, and he carried it behind him.Three dogs hung a hatchet around their waists, and in their hands were a snakeskin bag of yellow paper, paper ingots, paper silver dollars and other items.

The two brothers burned a knife of yellow paper at an intersection, and walked for about a few hours. They came to a mountain col. From a distance, there was a pavilion at the end of the road at the foot of the mountain. From a distance, the pavilion looked like a vermilion bird with wings, with a unique shape.

"Second brother, will you rest at Jiuliting?"

"Dead people rest in Jiuliting, do you rest?"

"Don't stop."

Whenever an old man passes away in Panshiling, he will be buried in this area of ​​Dajinshan.

Jiuliting is at the foot of Dajin Mountain.

Generally, there are taboos for funerals, and the coffins cannot be dropped along the way.

However, the customs of Panshiling are a bit different. The coffin-carrying people from Panshiling, even if they are as strong as an ox, must take a rest when they arrive at Jiuliting.

If you want to be brave and go straight up the mountain, you will most likely have to make a fool of yourself on the way.Either a coffin lifter pulled his hip and fell, or the coffin board was overturned.

Conventionally, from Panshiling to Jiuliting, there are nearly ten miles of road, most of which are Yangchang Mountain Road, which is extremely difficult to walk.When the coffin-carrying man came here, his physical strength had reached the limit.

What is even more bizarre is that Jiuliting is the place where yin and yang meet.On the Dajin Mountain, the yin is too heavy. If you don't take a good breath of yang in Jiuliting, you will easily get into trouble if you go up the mountain rashly.

There is also the most sinister saying, that after a person dies, the soul is not destroyed for a while.If you don't wait at Jiuliting, the body will be buried and the soul will have no refuge.You have to wait for all the corpses to enter the acupuncture point, and then you can get real peace without the restlessness in the world.

In the local area, there are many rumors about Jiuliting.

According to legend, hundreds of years ago, there was a Yin-Yang warlock who searched for dragons and acupoints. In the picture, Dajinshan, a treasure land of feng shui, said that this place has the potential of crouching dragons. From the perspective of dragon hunting, it is really a living dragon.

The surrounding situation is good, dragon, cave, sand, water, and these five tactics are all comprehensive.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a mountain in the south to protect it, and it failed to form a grand occasion of five-star gathering.

Later, after the calculation of the Yin-Yang master, he found a way to make up for it.To simulate the shape of the Suzaku, build a pavilion on the south side of Dajin Mountain.

As the saying goes, a thousand feet is the potential, and a hundred feet is the form.

To replace the mountain with the pavilion, but to supplement the general trend with a small form, is quite a fly in the ointment.But finally formed a five-star gathering to talk about the atmosphere, should be the auspicious image of peace in the world.

Jiang Yue and Sangou obviously heard a lot of rumors.

The brothers burned another knife of paper at Jiuliting and found their way up the mountain.

The road up the mountain is rarely walked a few times a year, and it is rarely populated, and it is very easy to breed vegetation.Without a hatchet to open the way, it is really not easy to go up the mountain.

Coupled with the Qingming rain for several days, the soil and rocks are loose, and it is not easy to walk.

It took four to ten minutes for the two brothers to arrive at the ancestral grave of Lao Jiang's family. Several generations of ancestors, up to the grandfather's generation, have been buried in the surrounding area.

Jiang Yue is strong, responsible for weeding and cleaning, repairing tombs, and finally cultivating new soil.

The three dogs placed offerings, lighted incense and burned paper.

After the seven or eight ancestral tombs went through the procedure, although the two brothers were not lightly tired, they went well.

"Brother, do you think it's strange? It's not easy to burn the paper when it rained in previous years. Today's rain is like oil, and it's not a problem for the yellow paper to burn."

The three dogs can't be idle, and it is easy to babble when they are idle.

After three dogs, Jiang Yue found out that the paper was burnt surprisingly smoothly today.

Xu is this year's paper material is different, what flammable ingredients are added?

There are many bizarre things, and this one is not bad.

Until the paper money was turned into ashes and there was no longer any risk of resurgence, the two brothers packed up and prepared to go down the mountain.

Anyone who is used to walking on mountain roads knows that the way down the mountain is harder than the way up the mountain.

From the point of view of metaphysics, the momentum of going up the mountain is rushing upward, and the spirit is full of energy, and evil is difficult to attack; when going down the mountain, the body is tired and the momentum is downward, and it is more likely to be attacked by evil.

While walking, the three dogs behind him suddenly said something.

"Second brother, did you hear anything?"

Jiang Yue listened to it, except for the rustling of rain, there was nothing else, so he shook his head.

"No! Second brother, listen carefully. There are children crying."

Deep in the mountains and forests, in the gloomy cemetery, during the Qingming Festival, the three dogs actually said that they heard a child cry!
Rao is Jiang Yue's boldness, and when he heard this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)