Several laborers gathered around and dug hard, and soon discovered that the hard thing underneath was actually a white skull.
Many people took a breath.
"Master, is this thing causing trouble?"
Liu Ruxiang shook her head: "I'm afraid not, but there is definitely more than this under the pond. Keep digging."
Liu Ruxiang took me back to the shore, opened the box, put on a master's robe and a mask, and asked someone to light a big fire next to it, which was as big as a yard. Once it was lit, flames shot up into the sky.
The fire was so bright that it also dispelled the haze of fear in people's hearts.
Soon, other things were dug out of the soil.
Corpses were dug up from the ground like sweet potatoes.
There were several recent corpses. The villagers identified them and saw Aunt Da Fang, Xiao Qiang, the corpse that seemed to be that of a fool, and several others whose appearance they could not recognize.
Everyone became panicked.
Without exception, these corpses were all drowned, and there were no wounds at all on their bodies.
Liu Ruxiang continued: "Keep digging."
I know what Master wants to dig out.
The thing I touched when I was digging and deepening the pond decades ago.
Soon, another body was dug up.
When I took it out, I felt an ominous premonition in my heart, trembling and throbbing.
It was a thin corpse two feet long. What was shocking was that his entire little face was distorted and there were several small gaps on it.
A baby, whose child is this?
Liu Ruxiang gave me a meaningful look.
Could it be that this is the younger brother I have never met? Is it still not rotten in the past fifteen years?
Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.
Soon, another big discovery was made under the pond. There was a dark coffin lying in the mud.
As soon as the coffin was unearthed, the color quickly began to fade, and the paint began to peel off. Moreover, careful people discovered that there were actually several small holes on the coffin that seemed to have been purposely dug.
The whole coffin exuded a cold atmosphere, and there was a faint smell of rotting mold.
Even if four men tried hard to lift it, they couldn't lift it up.
Liu Ruxiang covered her nose and said, "This is no ordinary coffin."
"Based on the pattern pattern on the coffin, several small holes, and the location under the pond, I estimate that this is a 'living burial coffin.' There are stone slabs inside the coffin to put people in and hammer in nails. , throw it into the water, water will slowly enter the small hole, and the person inside will feel sinking little by little in the darkness until he is completely drowned."
As Liu Ruxiang explained, many people felt a chill.
Who was this vicious method of death intended for?
"Don't worry about this for now, quickly put this coffin and all these bones on the shore, and then thoroughly explore the bottom of the pond. I will open an altar soon to save these."
A dozen people were left to continue digging at the bottom of the pond, while the remaining people followed Liu Ruxiang's instructions to work.
Master said that now we must open the altar overnight and perform a big feast. Originally, we had to go back and call the entire teacher team to come, but now time is tight and one person has to go. Turn on the lights, build a bridge, go up the mountain of knives, and go down into the sea of fire, all of which are indispensable.
Taking out the dustpan, he set up an outdoor altar and offered the portraits of Tang, Ge, Zhou Yuan and other gods and deities. Liu Ruxiang slowly rang the bell, grabbed a handful of rice with the other hand, and sprinkled it out like a driving gesture. , and danced with their feet, singing Master Shigong's scriptures in his mouth: "Heaven's edict, earth's edict, heaven persuaded me to come, the earth sent me, I came here - sweep this place..."
Rice grains flew in the air and fell into the pile of firewood. The flame as tall as a person suddenly shook and burned more vigorously. The color of the fire was orange with red, and the hot and blazing light made people dare not stand closer.
On the other side, the villagers have made a mountain of knives.
Knife Mountain is not a mountain. It is made up of many sharp blades inserted into a wooden pole as thick as a bowl. The wooden pole is erected on the ground. When the masters make a knife, they have to step on an eighteen-step ladder of knives. The top layer of the knife is shaving and chanting sutras to demonstrate the magic power and drive away evil spirits from the five directions.
Eighteen bright and sharp blades were inserted into the wooden poles, and Liu Ruxiang's iron dagger was placed at the top. As a few ropes were pulled and fixed, the sword mountain stood completely upright.
Just looking up, I was already frightened. If I really walked up, wouldn't my feet be broken?
Liu Ruxiang, however, remained calm and composed. She swung the sleeves of her master's robe, put a pair of sheepskin drums on her back, sang the master's scriptures loudly on one side, and grabbed the blade with the other, raising her foot to step on the blade. The other side of the body jerked upwards, and both feet were already standing on the blade!
As if watching a magic trick, all the villagers present widened their eyes.
This kind of scene only occurs during major festivals such as the Cow Soul Festival, the Rice Cake Festival, and the Chinese New Year. Large households in the countryside will pay for the master's team to perform the ritual and pray for good weather. There are no such difficult steps in ordinary rituals.
The higher Liu Ruxiang went, the louder the singing along with the sound of the sheepskin drums became. It was not until she finally reached the top that the rhythm slowed down.
Just when everyone was watching Liu Ruxiang go up the knife mountain attentively, there was movement in the dark coffin underneath, and streams of bright red blood-like liquid came out from the small hole.
Not far away, at the bottom of the Persimmon Pond, the turbid muddy water was churning alone.
There are more and more strange movements.
Liu Ruxiang pulled out the short iron sword stuck at the top of the wooden pole, turned her wrist to hold a few sword flowers, and then threw it onto the fire below, where it landed on the ground beside the fire. .
"Boom--boom! Boom!"
"Boom--boom! Boom!"
Liu Ruxiang continued to beat the leather drum, and unexpectedly jumped on the top of the mountain of swords, turned a somersault, then landed firmly on the blade of the sword again, and slowly descended the mountain of swords from the other side.
The villagers held their breath and stared at Liu Ruxiang's feet to see if she was injured.
When my white feet stepped on the ground, not a trace of blood flowed, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Next, it is time to light the lamp and send the spirit to the deceased.
Liu Ruxiang may have seen the strange movement of the dark coffin, so her hands speeded up. She placed bowls on the ground, filled them with sesame oil, used cotton thread as a wick, and lit them one by one.
As long as the evil spirits are transcended, there will be no possibility of causing trouble.
But just when Liu Ruxiang put on a new old man's mask, the dark coffin began to tremble violently.
Immediately afterwards, there was a popping sound, and the sound of falling water came from the wild persimmon pond next to it.
Everyone turned to look at the bottom of the pond, and the sound of a man struggling became smaller and smaller.
