After Er Mao heard my promise, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed to me repeatedly. His head was broken, and his nose and tears were mixed with blood, which made him feel indescribably disgusting.
I quickly said: "That's enough. The body you are using belongs to your brother. Don't cherish it so little. I will definitely do what I promised to do for you. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, please tell me quickly. Depart and enter the earth.”
After hearing what I said, it stood up, thanked me, and said it had no other wishes.
I nodded and signaled it to leave. I saw a stream of white smoke coming out of Da Mao's head and diving into the ground. Da Mao then fell over.
Lao Pi and his wife hurried forward, helped Da Mao up, and asked me casually, "Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with my son? Why did he faint?"
"If a ghost stays in the human body for too long, the yang energy will inevitably be depleted. Fainting is a normal phenomenon. Give him some vinegar to drink, and then put it in a place with sufficient sunlight and it will be fine."
Lao Pi then asked: "Well, when are we going to dig up Er Mao's body?"
I didn't answer him, but walked to the door and lifted the curtain, opened the door and walked to the center of the yard. I half-covered my eyebrows with my hands, looked at the red sun, and asked Lao Pi in turn.
"What day is today on the lunar calendar?"
"May 9th, Mr. Zhang."
I was silent for another moment, calculating in my mind, "May 9, yes, yes, it's a good day to move the grave. Give me your son's birthday and horoscope."
Lao Pi didn't ask any more questions. He went back to the house and wrote a note and stuffed it into my hand. He picked it up and looked at it, then pinched it with his left hand and said, "Okay, that's it! Lao Pi, go and find two men born in the year of the dragon from your village." , come with us to dig up the corpse. We must dig it out before noon, and then find a sunny place for him to bury, and then everything will be fine."
"Okay, I'll go right away!"
The mountain village where Lao Pi lived didn't have many people, but it was very big and the road was rugged. More than two hours passed before I brought back two strong and burly men. I looked them up and confirmed the subordinates' identities with them. , there is no problem before setting off.
As soon as they arrived at the depression, they started digging enthusiastically. Ermao had been dead for many years, and the mountainous area had been greatly eroded by wind, snow and rain. It took more than two hours of digging to find the bones. By this time, the pit had been dug. One foot deep.
"Huh, Brother Pi, it's really hard work! Your little son is buried so deep." One of the men who was born in the year of dragon said.
Lao Pi didn't answer, but I was the one who answered, "It's not surprising that it's buried so deep after so many years of water and soil interaction! There may be a centipede nest down there, so be careful."
The two of them were digging with hoe and pickaxe again, and the bones were dug out bit by bit. Sure enough, there was a nest of dozens of large centipedes in bunches.
"Damn it, these centipedes have become sperm!" The man who was digging complained. I stood on the pit and looked down. Er Mao's bones had been eroded by centipede poison and turned black, and every centipede in the nest was Strong and lively, I couldn't help but sigh and said, "This nest of giant centipedes and these dead bones would be perfect for a head-bending master to use to practice kneeling!"
"What? What about the surrender of the head master? What about the surrender of the centipede?" the talkative man asked three times in a row.
"It's nothing, you don't understand even if I tell you."
I sprinkled a large handful of quicklime inside again, and the centipede that was hit by the quicklime quickly dodged and got out of the way of the corpse.
"Put on your gloves. There is strong poison on the bones. Okay, now you can dig out the bones. There are 206 bones in a human being. No more bones, no less bones. Find them all! If the bones are incomplete, there will be no more than two hairs. I won't rest in peace!" I warned them vigorously, for fear that these two careless men would make mistakes.
They dug out the bones piece by piece and threw them up. I pieced them together and counted them piece by piece...
"Two hundred and one, two hundred and two, two hundred and three, two hundred and four... Hey, there are still two pieces missing. Look carefully and dig around."
The two big men got impatient and complained to me: "You guys only talk and don't know the hardships of working people. Can you come down and dig?"
I didn't get angry and answered patiently: "I know you're working hard, so you can't hold on any longer! Since you two are born in the year of Dragon and the child's zodiac sign is the same, it's up to you to do the work."
Lao Pi also came up to help me, "I'm sorry, brothers. Mr. Zhang is the master of yin and yang. Listen to him and you are right. You can help me, brother! After we are done, let's give it a good rub. Please."
The two dragon men still complained angrily.
"What Yin-Yang Master! I think the Yin-Yang Egg is pretty much the same."
"That's right, if it weren't for Brother Pi's sake, I would have quit doing it a long time ago."
Lao Pi had no choice but to apologize to me on their behalf, so I just smiled lightly and said nothing.
"Hey, I dug out this skull, go on." A child's skull was thrown up from below, and I caught it.
"Very good, just the last piece is missing!" I said as I put the skull together on the neck bone.
"Hey! Weird!" I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, why is this skull so cracked? I am very sure that Er Mao did not fall to death on his head, because his pelvic bone was completely broken and he obviously landed on his buttocks. The cracks in his skull looked like he had been bitten.
"The last piece, this is the last piece! Get it quickly!"
"Nonsense, how can you get such a big centipede with its bones wrapped around it?"
"It's over if you shoot it to death!"
When I heard the word 'shoot to death', I panicked and shouted "can't kill", but it was too late. The shovel took the centipede coiled on the bone into a thin slice.
But the strange thing is that this centipede, which is as long as a forearm, is not dead, and is still trying to twist its body. I can tell at a glance that this centipede has some cultivation.
The man who patted the centipede was also a ruthless man. He cursed angrily and patted it with a spade several times. The centipede turned into a pulp, and a fishy smell filled the air.
The man didn't take it seriously at all. He used a shovel to pull out the minced meat of the centipede and the sacral bone of Ermao, threw it in front of me, and said in a low voice: "The last piece."
There was movement in the grass not far away. I turned around and saw a black snake with a triangular head crawling into the jungle.
"What happened?" Lao Pi asked.
"It's okay, it's a snake, don't touch it because it's highly venomous!" I said casually and started packing Er Mao's bones.
It was almost half past twelve when we arrived at a sunny and slightly dry mountainous area not far away. I immediately told them to dig a hole and bury them here.
Everyone worked together, and in a short time they dug a square pit that was one meter long, one meter wide, and half a meter deep. They laid a straw mat on it, arranged Er Mao's body neatly, and then filled it with soil for burial.
After everything was over, I silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra to the grave, inserted a branch on the grave and told Lao Pi to carve a stone tablet and erect it as soon as possible before taking them away.
Ermao, he can finally rest in peace.
