Why is Chen Bingguo kneeling here?
Didn't it mean that the situation of "There are three ways to be unfilial, the worst is not to have an offspring" has been broken? My grandfather's body has also been turned over by Mr. Wang. Logically speaking, the Eight Immortals who carried my grandfather up the mountain should be fine.
Moreover, my 'body' has been buried alive by Mr. Wang, and the immortal enthronement function on my grandfather's body has also been cracked. The Eight Immortals carrying the coffin should be in no danger.
But, why is he still kneeling here? !
I asked Mr. Wang, but Mr. Wang did not answer me. He just walked around Chen Bingguo with a serious look on his face.
At this time, Chen Bingguo was kneeling straight in front of the grave, his hands hanging on his sides, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was asleep.
Seeing him like this, I panicked completely. To be honest, compared to seeing him kneeling here, what I would rather see now is my grandpa. I really don’t want anything to happen to the people in the village, even if I have to kneel here myself!
No, no more people can die in the village, I have to wake him up!
So I stood directly in front of Chen Bingguo and called Uncle Bingguo loudly, hoping to wake him up.
My scream was very loud. I felt that no matter how sleepy I was or how deep I slept, I should have been woken up. However, I screamed more than ten times in a row, each one louder than the last, but I still couldn't wake Chen Bingguo up. wake.
In fact, I found that there was not even a slight expression of being disturbed on his face, and he looked as if he was dead.
When I thought of this, my mind exploded, my legs went weak, and I fell directly to the ground. My eyes were blankly looking at Chen Bingguo, who was kneeling on the ground and facing the grave, panicked and confused.
At this time, Mr. Wang, who had circled Chen Bingguo three times, came over, stretched out his hand to pull me up from the ground, and told me that he was not dead, but he just couldn't wake up for some reason.
I will simply ignore the last sentence, as long as the person is not dead yet. I believe that with Mr. Wang here, there must be a way to save him.
But as soon as this thought came up, I suddenly remembered that before Chen Guzi died, the fellow villagers who found him saw Chen Guzi kneeling in front of the first pit and kowtowed. When he wanted to leave, he fell backwards and plunged headlong into the pit. Those who drowned in that puddle.
Now that Chen Bingguo is also kneeling in front of the grave, does that mean that Chen Bingguo will also imitate Chen Guzi and kowtow to the grave when dawn is about to break? Then he wants to go down the mountain and go home, but ends up jumping backwards. Entering this grave, being drowned alive in water no more than knee-deep?
I told Mr. Wang what I thought of. After he listened, his frown suddenly became even more serious, and the word "Chuan" was completely formed between his eyebrows.
Seeing his appearance, I hurriedly asked, is it difficult?
Mr. Wang said, if it is like what you said, it won't be very difficult. At worst, I will just stay here and wait until he wants to jump into the well. I will just stop him.
Hearing what Mr. Wang said, I immediately relaxed a lot and told him, wouldn't that be enough? Since you can stop me, why do you still look so sad?
Mr. Wang glanced at me and said, the problem now is, except here, there are seven wells!
I was stunned at first, and then I told Mr. Wang, didn’t you say before that even if the eight immortals carrying the coffin were to die, they would carry them one by one in order? Since Uncle Bingguo is at the second well, the other empty wells should be fine, right?
Mr. Wang said that was before, but the situation is different now.
Let me tell you, what's the difference?
He did not speak, but moved his mouth towards the first well, and then said to me, dead people will kneel in front of their graves, do you think people who live long enough to escape can escape? ?
Mr. Wang’s words were undoubtedly a sharp blade that pierced my heart.
Indeed, even a dead person like Chen Guzi came to kneel in front of the grave. What reason do I have to think that the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin can escape?
And if the eight immortals carrying the coffin are all kneeling in front of the grave like Chen Bingguo, then Mr. Wang's worries are definitely not unfounded - if eight people jump into the well at the same time, Mr. Wang, no matter how powerful he is, will not be able to do anything at all. Stop them all!
I no longer want to find out who did all this. I just want to know how to save their lives.
I looked at Mr. Wang, hoping he could give me a definite answer.
Mr. Wang lowered his head and thought for a while, and then asked me, do you know their birthdays and horoscopes?
I shook my head, I really didn’t know this.
Mr. Wang asked again, you should know how old you are, right?
I can give a rough idea about this, but it's only a rough idea. After all, who would remember the ages of the folks when they have nothing to do?
I told Mr. Wang the approximate age of Chen Bingguo. Mr. Wang nodded when he heard this, and then sighed and said, "Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Whether they can survive depends on their own luck."
After he finished speaking, he took out the ink fountain from the cage on his back, took out the ink cone and handed it to me. Then he told me, stand on his left side, keep chanting his name in your mind, and tell him to turn around (go back) quickly. I didn't tell you to stop, so you just kept chanting silently, remember?
I nodded, then held the awl in my left hand and the ink awl in my right hand, silently reciting the words "Chen Bingguo, go back quickly" in my heart.
Mr. Wang, using his right hand as a ruler, measured a distance between my right hand and Chen Bingguo’s knee, then asked me to nail the ink cone, and told me to hold it firmly and not let go or move.
He used his left hand to release the ink line. When it finally reached a certain length, he pressed the ink line with the middle finger of his left hand, raised the ink line with the tail finger of his right hand, and flicked it on the ground, and a dark ink line appeared.
After that, Mr. Wang took out a handful of copper coins from his arms and placed them on both sides of the pop-up ink line at an extremely fast speed, quickly forming a strange combination.
But I know this combination, it's called 'Naiheqiao'! Only the soul is allowed to pass through, and the body is not allowed to cross the Naihe Bridge even half a step!
No wonder Mr. Wang wanted to ask their birthdays and horoscopes. It turned out that he wanted to arrange the Naihe Bridge to trap their bodies firmly outside the ink line. In this way, even if they want to jump into the well, they will only be able to escape with their souls, but their bodies will never be able to survive!
And as long as their bodies can't get through, they won't drown!
I have to say that it is really impressive that Mr. Wang was able to come up with such an ingenious solution in such a short period of time!
But Mr. Wang looked serious. After silently retracting the ink line, he said to me, next one.
After saying that, he took me back around the mountainside. Not far behind, there was a third pit. Because it is blocked by a few trees in the middle, it cannot be seen from this side.
After Mr. Wang and I went around, although we had not yet approached the third pit, I had already seen through the reflection of the water in the pit that there was a dark figure half a man tall in front of that pit!
Sure enough, Mr. Wang was right, not only Chen Bingguo came, but also several other coffin bearers!
When we got to the third grave, I cooperated with Mr. Wang and arranged a Naihe bridge in front of this person as before, and then rushed to the next grave.
After we finally finished all the tombs, Mr. Wang took me to climb up a little further in order to see the Eight Immortals carrying the coffins at the same time. However, the location was not ideal. I could see the east side, but I couldn't see it. west.
After climbing to my grandfather's grave, Mr. Wang stopped, then took out his axe, and briefly cleared some trees and weeds on the edge of the grave that blocked his view.
In this way, as long as you stand directly in front of my grandfather's grave, you can clearly see the situation of all the graves below. And if there is an abnormal situation, it will be very fast to get down from here and there will be time to save people.
After Mr. Wang and I finished doing this, I stood next to Mr. Wang, holding my breath and looking down, praying over and over in my heart that nothing would happen to the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin.
Time passed by, and I didn’t know how long we stood there. I just felt that my heart was about to rise to my throat. Fortunately, there was only a gentle breeze on the mountain, and there was no movement other than that. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and prayed in my heart to get through this night quickly!
At this moment, a gust of mountain wind blew by, the dark clouds above the head were blown away, and the bright moonlight shone down.
Under the pale moonlight, I clearly saw the eight coffin-carrying immortals headed by Chen Bingguo. At the same time, they raised their hands and bowed down to the grave in front of them!
It's over. Eight people made movements at the same time. Now it's all over!
I was just about to ask Mr. Wang to go down and save people, when I heard a "pop" sound, and Mr. Wang sat down on the ground, his expression dull, as if he had seen a ghost, and he kept mumbling:
"I finally understand why your grandfather wanted to take away Chen Guzi's portrait. What a good trick... You, Chen Youwei, are really a good trick!"
I didn't know what Mr. Wang was talking about, so I hurriedly told him, "Mr. Wang, don't worry about my grandfather's methods for now, and hurry up and save people!"
As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Wang went out of his way and started laughing like crazy.
After a long time, he calmed down his wild laughter slightly, stared at me, laughed and talked, hahaha...haha, save me! Your grandfather had no intention of letting them live from the beginning! Hahaha... Little baby, we have all been deceived by your grandpa, we have all been deceived by your grandpa... Hahaha... I think of me, Wang Minghua, who is as talented as anyone in his life, but he didn't expect that he would be regarded by your grandpa from the beginning. The chess pieces are playing...hahaha...
Mr. Wang’s original name was Wang Minghua. This was the first time I heard his name. But why did he suddenly become like this? What on earth did he just see that made him so excited?
But I was standing next to him just now. What he could see, I should also be able to see. But except for the eight immortals who carried the coffin and knelt down in collective worship, no other strange things happened. So why was Mr. Wang so excited?
Mr. Wang laughed for a while again, even with tears in his eyes. Then he pointed to the nine empty tombs at the foot of the mountain and said to me, little baby, do you know what this is called?
I thought about it and said, isn't it because my grandfather cursed me with the words "There are three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest is not having children"? Is there any other name?
Mr. Wang shook his head and laughed again, and then suddenly stopped his smile, stared at me with his eyes, and said word for word, this damn thing called Nine Corpses Worshiping Statues!
