Relocation Brigade

Because of the rain last night, the weather is clear today, and the dazzling beam of light passes through the dense leaves and lands on Chen Ling's face.

Seeing the young man with his eyes closed, solemn expression, and chanting mysterious incantations, Mrs. Jiang felt grateful.

She knew that the reason why the young people added these complicated ceremonies was just to ensure that the relocation of the grave was safe. No matter whether the underground knew it or not, as long as they had reached the etiquette, they would not be blamed.

This is a sincere kindness, and the Jiang family will not be ungrateful.

No one heard what the young man said. Some of them lowered their eyes obediently, while others stared at the stone tablet in front of the lonely grave with solemn expressions.

For some reason, when the inaudible mantra sounded, everyone felt an inexplicable and intangible thing circulating around, and goose bumps all over their bodies.

After the curse, it's time to break the ground.

Headed by Jiang Shengxing's eldest son, Jiang Yifeng, the rest of the offshoots followed him one by one according to their seniority, raising their shovels to shovel the soil.

There are many people and strength, and it didn't take long for the wet soil to be completely shoveled away, revealing the dark coffin lid below.Just as he was about to bend down to lift the lid of the coffin, a strange sound suddenly sounded, and something was arching in the soil on both sides of the coffin.

Chen Ling was the first to react: "Get out!"

The portraits gathered around the tomb were pressed, and they backed away in panic in unison, their eyes staring at the soft soil with fear and curiosity.

Look, look, at the end, a group of big black scorpions emerged from the soil!

Scorpions are the first of the five poisons, and yin energy is also the heaviest of the five poisons, yet such a large group suddenly emerged from the grave in front of them!

There are old locust trees, and damp poisonous scorpions... I don't know what the people who buried the ancestors thought about such an evil place.

The scorpions quickly crawled away, none of them looked back, everyone recovered from their panic and looked at the young man anxiously.

It was the first time for Chen Ling to be stared at by so many pairs of eyes at the same time, he became nervous unconsciously, and his cheeks blushed uncontrollably.

He pursed his lips, raised his chin slightly, and his cheeks were slightly tense: "It's okay, don't worry. Now prepare to lift the coffin lid, take out the clothes inside with both hands, put them into the tray, and cover them with a white cloth."

With what happened just now, no one dared to be careless, and tremblingly opened the heavy coffin.

Inside the coffin lay a set of black ancient robes. The black satin was as smooth as water, and the patterns drawn by pure gold threads were quietly embedded on the skirt, cuffs and belt. When the sun fell, the golden light shone, and it was so gorgeous that it seemed extraordinary.

Chen Ling blinked, refusing to be tempted by luxury goods, turned his head and directed Jiang Yifeng to go down, and took out the robe.

Jiang Yifeng's palms are full of sweat. He is a high-achieving student who came back from studying abroad. He didn't believe in Western gods abroad. After returning to China, he naturally didn't believe in local gods and Buddhas. But what happened at home recently was too unbelievable to explain with science.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and read a sentence: "Don't blame the ancestors."

The coffin was stuck in the mud, and he had to jump down to take out his clothes. Jiang Yifeng supported the ground with one hand, but before he could officially jump down, his palm was scratched by a stone hidden in the mud at the edge.

The pain ran up his forearm, he raised his hand subconsciously, and his pupils shrank tightly.

The scratched wound was large, but not deep, running through the entire palm, and blood quickly seeped from the flesh, dripping down the wrist.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Chen Ling pressed a tissue on it: "Don't let the blood drip in."

Jiang Yifeng was stunned by the situation in front of him, his mind was muddled, and he forgot how to react.Finally, with Chen Ling's support, he stood up and walked back to his father Jiang Shengxing almost numbly.

Mrs. Jiang was so anxious that her eyes were red, and she asked her son if it hurt.

Jiang Yifeng shook his head and said it was okay, then turned his head and stared blankly at the clothes in the coffin, just as he was about to step into the coffin, he seemed to see something opposite him.

With just such a flash of divine effort, his hand was injured.

Jiang Yifeng's wife bandaged him briefly with the handkerchief she carried with her, and then looked at Chen Ling: "Mr. Chen, my husband may not be able to go in and take out his clothes in this situation. See if you can ask someone else to do it for you. "

According to the rules, moving graves to pick up bones or taking out clothes should be carried out by the head of the house himself, but now the head of the house's eldest son, Jiang Sheng, is sick and has trouble walking, and the eldest grandson happened to hurt his hand.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ling encountered an unexpected situation the first time he took an order. He felt a little headache and turned around to walk towards the oldest old man in the crowd.

The old man is over 90 years old this year, and he is in good spirits. He is Jiang Shengxing's uncle and was once the head of the Jiang clan for a while.

After much deliberation, only he is suitable.

Chen Ling stood in front of the old man, and before he could speak, the old man pressed his forehead and sighed, yelling: "Headache, ouch, my head hurts so much."

The people nearby looked away tacitly, knowing in their hearts that the former patriarch didn't want to touch that dress.

The old man was "ill", and Chen Ling couldn't do anything more difficult, so he had no choice but to turn his attention to others.As a result, no one was willing to look at him, and turned their faces away in unison, pretending that they did not exist.

To put it bluntly, no one seems to be infected with bad luck.

The quiet woods became all the more disturbing because of the silent resistance of all.

Chen Ling didn't seem to notice everyone's attitude, and said in a straightforward voice: "The soil has been broken, and the coffin lid is opened, so there is no chance to choose another day to come back. It is less than an hour and a half before noon. Send the clothes to the new grave for re-burial, what will happen in the future, I don't know."

Threats and warnings were obvious, so the silent people began to push each other, and finally even quarreled.

The breeze blew through the forest, and the leaves made a slight rubbing sound. Sensing the inconspicuous coolness, Chen Ling pressed the back of his neck with his backhand, turned back, and his eyes happened to stop on the old locust tree.

A cluster of bright little white flowers caught his attention.

The cluster of white flowers trembled with the breeze, and one of them separated from the flower branch and floated towards it.

Chen Ling looked at the flower from far to near, zoomed in in his field of vision, and finally touched his brow lightly.Immediately afterwards, the subtle, plant-scented breeze suddenly became violent, the branches swayed, and the sound of leaves suddenly increased.

The horrifying scene reappeared again, Jiang Shengxing almost jumped out of the wheelchair, turned his head to ask Chen Ling for help, but saw an astonishing scene.

The clothes lying quietly in the coffin were blown up by the strong wind at some point, flew towards the young man, and finally covered his head directly!

Chen Ling was stunned by everything that happened so suddenly, he didn't dare to move, his vision was covered by his robe, and he couldn't see any light.

There was an uproar around, probably because he realized that the noise was a bit offensive on this occasion, so he quickly silenced it.

Even the heavy robes couldn't block those surprised gazes. Chen Ling was so embarrassed that he pursed his lips tightly, closed his eyes, and took off the robes from the top of his head as if nothing had happened, with a calm expression on his face. Fold it well and hold it with your upper hand.

Whether it's the remains or the clothes, after being touched by a stranger, you have to take it responsibly, and don't push it back and forth, otherwise it will be too disrespectful to the deceased.

Moreover, the old ancestor might be watching from the side now.

With a solemn face, Chen Ling glanced around, and said softly: "Since the clothes are in my hands, let me do it."

The members of the Jiang family came back to their senses and nodded hastily. In order to resolve the unnatural atmosphere at the scene, the former patriarch opened his mouth and said with a smile: "It seems that the ancestor and Mr. Chen are destined, destined!"

Chen Ling didn't say a word, turned around and left, walking very fast, he felt that the pads of his fingers and palms that were pressed against the fabric were getting hot.

The strong wind still kept on, as if urging them to leave, and the timid ones ran with their arms folded, vowing never to come to this horrible place again.

The convoy left. Unlike before, Chen Ling no longer shared the car with Jiang Shengxing, but sat alone in the first car of the convoy.

This is an extended version of the car, and the clothes and hats are now placed on the nanmu tray on the seat opposite, covered with a white cloth.The window glass is black, which blocks sunlight and ultraviolet rays from the outside. In the dark car, the white cloth is dazzlingly white.

Chen Ling was lowering his head to wipe his hands. A pack of tissues was almost used up, but no matter how many times he wiped, the silky texture of the cloth still remained on his skin, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the convoy finally arrived at the foot of Yuhe Mountain.

As a person who holds the clothes of his ancestors, he must go first, so from afar, Zhao Xunchang saw his little apprentice, holding a tray covered by a white cloth in both hands, walking up the mountain step by step, heavy and respectful.

The people in the distance and behind didn't know that Chen Ling's hands seemed to be holding a weight at this moment, and the weight of the weight was pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

After walking for more than ten minutes on the 200-meter mountain road, I finally put the clothes into the carried coffin before noon.The Jiang family worked together to place the coffin into the spacious grave. To Chen Ling's surprise, it was just right, not too big or too small.

Looking at the tightly fitted coffin and tomb, I really broke into a cold sweat.

When the tomb was excavated, it was the size of a normal coffin. Who would have thought that the coffin made by the Jiang family would be so big. If the pit had not been widened, everyone would have to stand on both sides and stare blankly.

In his heart, Chen Ling severely criticized himself for not being careful enough. Next time he receives a similar order, he must ask the customer about the size of the coffin in advance.

But... tsk, this coffin is too big, two people lie in it and turn back and forth, absolutely not crowded!

The coffin lid was closed, and the tomb lid was sealed. At the end of the finishing ceremony, everyone let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief.

Chen Ling took his mobile phone from Jiang Yifeng's wife and saved the video.Mrs. Jiang was grateful for his thoughtfulness, and stuffed another thick red envelope.

"Mr. Chen, today is so smooth, thanks to you."

"It's the ancestor's blessing." Chen Ling said, the fingers hanging on the sides of the legs couldn't help but twist again, rubbing against the pulp of the fingers, the burning sensation was still there.

No, you have to disinfect with alcohol when you go back!