Chapter 19 Gachi Village
When we reached the top of the mountain and looked down, it turned out that there was a village at the foot of the mountain, and just at the entrance of the village there was a group of people wearing sackcloth and mourning, carrying a coffin and walking in our direction.
"Master, there is a village here, should we go there and have a look?" Xiao Lin said
I said, "It's better not to go. Didn't you see that they are having a funeral? Let's not go in and disturb them."
"Zhengnan of Qian, Zhengbei of Kun, Zhengdong of Li, Zhengxi of Kan, Northeast of Zhen, Southeast of Dui, Northwest of Gen, and Southwest of Yi. They are surrounded by mountains. Only this mountain is the highest. There is a stream at the bottom of the mountain, although it is covered with ice and snow. , but if you guessed correctly, the creek here is a spring of living water. This place hides the wind, accepts water, and flows with vitality. It is a naturally formed place of innate gossip." This village is a bit interesting, the old liar said with a slight frown.
"Master, what are you mumbling about? What kind of gossip place? Is it of any use?" I asked puzzledly.
"This place gathers all the spiritual energy of the mountains. It is a treasure. Let's go to the village and have a look."
"Brother, what exactly does the master mean?" Xiao Lin asked me
"Tch! Can't you see this? The master is choosing a burial place for himself again. Look at the feudal superstitions he talks about. It seems that the master is not going to die soon."
"Ah! Really? Master is about to die? I think he is quite tough? Is it because he watched too many movies and masturbated?"
The old liar and I ignored the big stupid bear who stayed there in a daze and entered the village.
As soon as I entered the village, I saw people looking at the funeral procession with uncontrollable sadness. Most of them were old people, women, and children.
In fact, there is a custom in the Northeast that when a deceased person is buried, women cannot go, because women themselves are Yin, which will increase the resentment of the dead ghosts, making the deceased unwilling to be buried, while the old man is because of his own soul. If you are weak, if you go to a funeral, you will most likely be taken away directly. As for children, their souls are unstable and can easily be bound by evil objects, which can cause evil spirits.
In short, they are just customs and cannot be explained by science.
When the villagers saw us coming, the sadness on their faces instantly turned into surprise. They stared at us intently, as if we were looking at monsters. In addition, someone died today, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit scary.
If you think about a group of people staring at you with big eyes and unblinking eyes, just think about it, they will tell you what is wrong if nothing is wrong.
Fortunately, it was during the day. If it were at night, I would be really afraid that these villagers would eat us.
"Xiao Lin, have you revealed your true form? Why do the villagers look at us like this?" I didn't dare to turn around and asked Xiao Lin in a low voice.
"No, I haven't learned how to transform from a human into a bear yet."
Just when I was doubting, an old man came to us and said, "Excuse me, you three, aren't you cold?"
Only then did I realize that the three of us were all wearing short-sleeved shirts. We are all cultivators, so we won’t feel cold if we wear short-sleeved shirts. This is because conditions don’t allow it. If conditions allow, we can’t bare our buttocks. It won't be cold.
But the villagers didn't know that, so they looked at us like we were looking at monsters. In fact, it was polite to say we were looking at monsters, and they were taking care of us if they didn't arrest us as mentally ill.
Look at these villagers, which one doesn’t wear a big cotton-padded jacket and two cotton-padded trousers? Look at us, one looks like summer and the other looks like winter.
The old liar reacted when he heard the old man's question, and immediately used the deception skills he had professionally practiced for three hundred years to return: "It's cold, of course it's cold. The three of us originally went into the mountains to collect herbs, but somehow we We got lost, encountered wild animals on the way, and used our cotton clothes to light a fire to keep warm. Fortunately, we saw this village and came all the way here. Please ask the elderly to help us."
After saying that, the old liar pretended to stumble and almost fell down. Upon seeing this, Xiao Lin and I immediately hugged our shoulders, shivering and pretending to be freezing to death.
The old man didn't think much and was not afraid that the old liar was just a porcelain man. He went up to help him and said: "There happens to be an empty house in the village. You can stay there first, and then quickly tell others to get us cotton-padded clothes."
The three of us movie stars were helped away by the villagers.
I had just walked a few steps when I heard a few women behind me whispering: "Tell me, it's hard to do anything now."
"That's right, that's right, didn't you see that the tall young man just now was still wearing slippers? He's really pitiful."
"Hey! It's not easy for an old man to lead two young men. How much will it cost to get married in the future?"
"No, how expensive are the betrothal gifts now?"
"Last year, the son of the old Zhang family next door got married. Do you know how much the bride asked for as a gift?"
"How much do you want?"
"this number"
"How much? So much"
"Isn't it? It's just us chatting. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't say anything."
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Inside the house, the people brought by the old man helped us light the stove, burn the kang, and get quilts. After a while, the house became warm.
The old liar thanked the old man repeatedly as if he had received a great favor, and then asked: "I don't know what to call this big brother? Where is this?"
The old man said: "This is a small village in Daxinganling. This village is called Jiaqi Village. I am the village chief here. My surname is Li. You can just call me Brother Li."
"Daxinganling?" Xiao Lin interrupted in surprise.
I whispered in Xiao Lin's ear: "Why are you surprised? What happened to the Greater Khingan Range? Didn't you just skip the Lesser Khingan Range? What? You have a little lover in the Lesser Khingan Range?"
"I'm telling you, the three of us never take the beaten track. Don't be surprised if we get to Russia, let alone Daxinganling."
The old liar was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that we had come so far in the past few months.
The old liar said to the old man again with a calm expression: "Brother Li, there is a funeral in your village today, we are here to disturb you, I'm really sorry!"
The old man waved his hand gently to show that it was okay, but his face was full of helplessness and pain.
Seeing this, the old liar said again: "Brother Li, don't think I'm just a mountain collector, but I also have some research on the Feng Shui orientation technique. I can conclude that our village is a Feng Shui treasure land, and the elderly in our village must be They are all places where life is long, children are smart, families are wealthy, and people have pure customs.”
After hearing what the old liar said, the old man's eyes lit up at first, and then dimmed again. He sighed and said, "Yes, brother, you are right, but..."
The old man hesitated to speak, but in the end he looked at the old liar with difficulty and said: "However, recently, for some unknown reason, three people died in our village in three consecutive days, and these three people were all in their 40s and in their prime. "
"As for these three people, they are usually free from illness and disaster. If you say they are good people, they will be gone if you say no."
"I wonder if these three people died of illness or accidents?" the old liar asked.
"Nothing. As soon as I wake up, the person is gone."
"The forensic doctor from the Public Security Bureau also came to see him and said it was a normal death."
"You said, a living person in the prime of life just disappeared like this, how can it be a normal death?" The old man lowered his eyes and sighed.
"One person dies every day, and they are all mature men. This is a bit abnormal," the old liar said to himself suspiciously.
