Looking at the endless yin people at my feet, and listening to the loud sound they made when they knelt down and kowtowed, I felt dizzy, as if I was going to fall down in the next second, and I could hardly hold the awl in my hand. Live on the ground.
Is this what my grandfather did?
I have never seen such a grand scene. Under the pale moonlight, not only the half-mountain below me, but also extending all the way from the foot of the mountain to the end of the path that turned into our village, there were densely packed, thousands of kneeling people. The devil on the ground!
This is not the worship of nine corpses, this is clearly the worship of thousands of corpses or the worship of ten thousand corpses!
Treating thousands of Yin beings as chess pieces, restraining them with the nine-corpse worship pattern, and forcing them to kneel down and worship my statue - I don't know what kind of courage my grandfather has to do such a shocking thing. Come?
After all, even if you give me a hundred courages, I still wouldn't even dare to think about this kind of thing, let alone do it. But my grandfather was different. Not only did he actually do it, but he also arranged everything before he was alive.
With this method and this structure, I think that even if I were allowed to live another hundred years, I would never be able to reach the heights of my grandfather.
I have heard in myths and legends that there are Yin people in this world, and I have also seen what Yin people look like on TV. But when I saw the true appearance of Yin people in real life, I finally believed why Mr. Wang kept insisting that I watch less TV and novels.
Those shady people on TV are nothing more than severed hands and feet, with scarlet blood left on the wounds; or they are completely unrecognizable, and they can no longer distinguish where their eyes and noses are; or they are old people and children, with bleeding from all their orifices, and eyeballs falling out of their sockets. A miserable and terrifying image...
But no matter what kind of yin people on TV, you can always find suitable words to describe them. But I really don’t know how to use words to describe the shape of these Yin people kneeling at the foot of the mountain - they can no longer be called appearance, it can only be described more appropriately by shape.
And there is an indescribable horror about them, that is, when you look over, they seem to be able to detect it immediately, and then their eyes will stare straight at you, as if they want to see through your soul, and then rush towards you. The menacing smiles on their lips make you dare not look at them at all.
Not only that, I also saw a place full of babies that had been artificially removed before they were born. Some had grown into human shapes, and some were just balls of flesh, all covered in black and purple. They were also kneeling there, rushing towards them. He kowtowed three times in the direction of my grandfather.
I don't know how long I persisted. I just know that even if I close my eyes, the images of those sinister people smiling at me are all in my mind, as if they are engraved in my mind, giving me a splitting headache. As if his feet didn't obey the call, he was about to jump down from the edge of the cemetery.
If Mr. Wang hadn't grabbed me in time, I might have become one of them, and followed them to kneel down and worship the wooden statue that replaced my body.
After I saw Mr. Wang holding me, he reached out and slapped my shoulders, three times on each side from bottom to top.
Just like before on the mountain road, after he finished fanning me, I felt refreshed, and the splitting headache I had before slowly faded away. And when I looked down the mountain again, except for the reflection of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin and the portrait of Chen Guzi, it was empty and nothing else.
But when I think that in these places, there are a group of invisible people worshiping my grandfather's grave, my scalp becomes numb.
Mr. Wang said that he was definitely not a craftsman. He could only hold on for three seconds with a copper awl in his hand. But if he didn't have a copper awl in his hand, wouldn't he die in the blink of an eye?
It turned out that Mr. Wang asked me to hold the copper cone tightly so that I could hold on for a while. But even so, I was still shocked and asked hurriedly, only three seconds? I thought at least thirty minutes had passed!
This is not an exaggeration, but I really feel that just thirty minutes have passed. Otherwise, how could those scary and weird smiling faces be so clearly engraved in my mind?
Mr. Wang sneered and said, if there is no open flame on your shoulders, if you can persist for thirty minutes without losing your true intention, I will worship you as my teacher every minute.
The older generation all said that there are three fires on a person's shoulders and on the top of his head. I thought this was just talk, but I didn't expect it to be true.
Then when Mr. Wang fanned his hand from top to bottom, he actually extinguished the open flame on my shoulder? Later, fanning from bottom to top made the open flame on my shoulders brighter?
Mr. Wang said that this is a technique that all craftsmen use, and he called it the "fire gesture". It's a pity that you are not in the circle of craftsmen, otherwise I could teach you.
I was just about to say that this kind of good thing seems very simple. If you can learn it, wouldn’t it make walking at night less scary? As a result, before I could speak, Mr. Wang blocked my thoughts.
Mr. Wang did not dwell on this issue, but pointed to the empty mountain and said to me, little baby, do you think your grandfather's efforts were in vain?
I shook my head, and there was an emotion in my heart that I couldn't explain clearly, like pride or sadness.
Although this Nine Corpse Worshiping Statue is not as good as the real Nine Lions Worshiping Elephant Place, it is better in number. Even if it takes a thousand corpses to compare to one lion, the number of Yin people here is definitely enough, and more than enough.
I think this is another important reason why my grandfather did not choose to leave here after he clearly understood Chen Guzi's plan of Baili Corpse Monument.
Because he knew that Chen Guzi was going to target him, and if he wanted to protect me, he himself would die. In this case, he simply took advantage of the trick and used the Baili Corpse Monument that Chen Guzi worked so hard to build for his own use, to form this nine corpses--it should be said that it is a Feng Shui pattern of ten thousand corpses worshiping statues.
In this way, the Baili Corpse Monument arranged by Chen Guzi not only did not harm my grandfather, but was also severely exploited by my grandfather.
No wonder Mr. Wang said that even if other craftsmen thought of this method, the effect would not be great if they had not met Chen Guzi. Because without Chen Guzi’s Baili Corpse Monument in front of him, even if my grandfather created the Nine Corpses Statue, it would not have much effect.
I have to say that my grandfather is really brave and careful. I feel that his battle of wits and courage with Chen Guzi is like dancing on a tightrope. If he is not careful, he may fall to pieces.
But having said that, if my grandfather didn't have the courage, he wouldn't have arranged this situation from the beginning.
However, just when I was lamenting my grandfather's courage, I suddenly realized a very serious problem...
That is, Mr. Wang and I have analyzed before that the reason why my grandfather wanted to take away Chen Guzi’s portrait was that he found a way to solve the Baili Corpse Monument and save my life.
But the actual situation now is that my grandfather took Chen Guzi's portrait just to build the Feng Shui pattern of worshiping the nine corpses, and did not solve the Baili Corpse Monument at all!
Today, Chen Guzi's portrait is still weeping in the mourning hall, and the Baili Corpse Monument still exists. My life is still difficult to protect!
Also, what will happen to the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin? Do you have to come here every night to kneel down and kowtow? If that were the case, how could their bodies be able to withstand it? Wouldn't they be doomed by then?
