Mr. Wang did not refute me or comfort me, he just asked me, now do you think this hundred-mile corpse monument is not considered a child?
I didn't know how to answer Mr. Wang. I just raised my head and glanced at the dark, moonless sky above my head. A nameless feeling of inferiority and insignificance spread all over my body and swallowed me up in an instant.
If Mr. Wang had told me before that Chengzu moved to the north because he shed tears when he saw a portrait, I would have definitely regarded Mr. Wang as a lunatic. But now, I saw with my own eyes that Chen Guzi was crying after his death, and I saw with my own eyes that my grandfather's coffin was beating violently... I had no choice but to believe.
It’s just that it’s hard for me to accept that this is a dead end. Could it be that my grandfather had all his plans just to get me into this dead end?
Also, since even the ancient emperors couldn't handle the matter, why didn't Mr. Wang run away? Could it be that he broke the jar because he knew there was no hope of survival?
In an instant, a sadness spread inexplicably, mixed with the low self-esteem before, and the negative emotions reached the extreme.
I saw Mr. Wang glance at me and open his mouth, but in the end he said nothing. Instead, he pulled out a small ax and a piece of wood from the cage on his back. This piece of wood is about the length of the palm of your hand, about the thickness of a finger, and square. It looks a bit like the handles with the square seal used by the older generation in the past.
After taking out these two things, Mr. Wang raised his head and glanced at the photo of Chen Guzi who was still crying, and said something to himself, hoping that it would be too late.
In the photo taken at this time, two traces of tears can be clearly seen on the face. In other words, the eyes of Chen Guzi’s portrait are still crying! Otherwise, just those two drops of water would not form tear stains on the face.
I was inspired by Mr. Wang's words and hurriedly asked Mr. Wang, what's too late? Can the people in our village be saved?
Mr. Wang said that nothing would happen for the time being, but if the water from his eyes spilled onto the table and soaked a large area, everyone in the area would be buried with him. (As large a place as it is soaked, everyone within this area will be buried with him)
When I heard this, I was stunned on the spot. Isn't it within a hundred miles? Why does it have anything to do with the scope of tears soaking?
Mr. Wang said that there is a process for doing anything. If I ask you to become a fat man in one bite, can you do it? Ha, don’t you have to take your time one bite at a time?
Mr. Wang paused and continued. The same principle applies. Even if it is a hundred miles in radius, there should always be a source and spread out bit by bit. When this source starts to soak the area, it will kill people in the first place. Little doll, don’t worry, this range will cover your entire village, absolutely no problem.
Are you trying to put my mind at ease, or are you trying to make me sick?
Mr. Wang ignored me, but when he explained to me before, his hand movements never stopped.
He first glanced at Chen Guzi's portrait, then lowered his head and used the small ax in his hand to cut off a section of the square piece of wood, and then split it in the middle, dividing it into two smoothly. His movements were very gentle, as if he were chopping mud, effortlessly.
Then Mr. Wang put the two small wooden strips together and struck the next ax in the direction perpendicular to the previous opening. In this way, the square seal handle was divided into four wooden strips of the same size. . Then he used a small awl to carve on the wooden strips, as if cutting out the wedges.
I am already accustomed to Mr. Wang's ability with an axe. What I’m curious about is, if the range of the Baili Corpse Monument is related to the soaking range of the tears shed by the portrait, does that mean that as long as we can prevent the tears from falling, no one will die?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, Gou Ridi, do you think you can create this set of craftsmanship skills that the seniors can’t think of?
Let me tell you, doesn’t my method work?
Mr. Wang said, it’s not that it’s impossible, but just like how I solved your grandfather’s problem, it’s just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Treating the symptoms but not the root cause?
Mr. Wang said, let me give you an example. If the river surges and your house is about to be washed away, do you choose to build a wall at the door of your house to block it, or do you choose to cut off the source of the river water?
I blurted out almost without thinking, "Speak, do you even need to think about it?" If it's possible, I'd definitely choose the latter.
After he finished speaking, I understood what Mr. Wang meant. Let me tell you, so holding back tears is just a temporary measure?
Mr. Wang said that no matter what method is used, as long as the water in the eyes keeps dripping, the water in the eyes will definitely flow out of the photo frame. At that time, whether it is soaking the Eight Immortals table or the washbasin, there will be a large area, and many people will die. And if the tears don’t stop, the scope will keep expanding!
I was just about to say that it would be okay to use a washbasin to store the portrait, so as not to soak the Eight Immortals table, but Mr. Wang blocked my way out.
So I thought about it and said, what if the portrait is broken into pieces?
Mr. Wang sneered and said, won’t the tears soak the ground immediately? Do you think you have lived too long?
I suddenly couldn't help it and asked hurriedly, what should I do? Its tears are inside the glass. Let alone stop it from crying. Even if you want to stop it, you can't stop it from the outside!
No wonder the emperors in ancient times couldn't do anything with it. It's not that they didn't want to break it, but that they really couldn't break it!
Mr. Wang raised the wooden stick in his hand angrily and said, "If I can't stop it, what will I do?" Playing house with you, Tian Tianmai?
Counting fields is a game played by children here. The general gameplay is to grab a handful of small wooden sticks, throw them on the ground, then pick up one at random, put it into the fenced grid, and make sure If you don't touch the small wooden stick next to you and then count "X Qiutian", it will be effective. Whoever counts more fields at the end will win.
I was overjoyed and said, do you have any idea?
Mr. Wang glanced at me sideways and said, "I can't stop it from dripping in its eyes. How can I stop these drops of cat urine?"
In our case, cat urine means tears.
After Mr. Wang finished speaking, I saw him standing in front of the Eight Immortals Table, mumbling something while four small wooden sticks were turning back and forth between his fingers, looking very agile.
This time, because the distance was close and no one was very quiet around, I heard some intermittently from what he was saying - life and death have destiny, yin and yang have their paths... A longevity coffin can lead the way without obstruction... Sweet rain and dew, Mo Don't leave...
There were still a long words behind it, but he kept talking louder and quieter, and I really couldn't hear it clearly, so I had to give it up.
Finally, Mr. Wang's hands suddenly stopped. I saw him holding two wooden bars in one hand and stretching them directly in front of his body. The palm of his left hand was vertical to the roof, and the palm of his right hand was parallel to the ground. Then he moved forward at the same time, with the small wooden bars between his left and right fingers one after the other. Then stick it on the glass of the portrait photo frame.
When Mr. Wang withdrew his hand, I realized that these four wooden bars formed a tic-tac-toe, which happened to surround the pair of eyes in the portrait of Chen Guzi!
That's not all. He took out four more copper coins from his arms and stuck them in the "口" in the middle of the "well" character, just enough to completely cover the "口" character.
Mr. Wang said that these four wells are enough for it to flow for a while.
As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the two tear stains on the face of Chen Guzi's portrait. They flowed back upwards as if encountering a huge suction force, and then entered the 'well' and disappeared without a trace!
Seeing this, I couldn't help but give Mr. Wang a thumbs up and said, Mr. Wang is really a god!
Knowing that Mr. Wang didn't do this at all, he slapped my thumb away with a pale face and said, don't bother telling these obvious facts, and hurry up with me to find Chen Guzi's body. return!
I didn't expect Mr. Wang to be so humorous. Isn't Chen Guzi's body in the coffin? Is there any need to find it?
However, when Mr. Wang pushed open the lid of the coffin, I saw that the coffin was empty except for the yellow earthen paper money covering his face!
