At night, Lianghe Town is quiet and peaceful, with a cool breeze blowing.
In some bustling areas, there are also some barbecue stalls and late-night snack stalls open, and you can see the smoke of fireworks.
It gives people a sense of leisurely comfort at night in a small town.
But after crossing the small bridge and turning into Liangfeng Street, this sense of comfort disappeared immediately!
There are no street lights, so we can only rely on the dim light from the streets in the distance. It was so dark that I even felt an inexplicable palpitation.
Although this section of Liangfeng Street connects the east and west of the town, its geographical location is not bad. But it happens to be a relatively remote place.
Why?
Because this area used to be the premises of some state-owned factories. Economic restructuring began a few years ago, and several state-owned factories in the town were closed down one after another. Naturally, these factories were abandoned and vacant.
It’s incredible how quickly buildings fall into disrepair when no one is using them.
In just a few years, the once bustling factory building has become a ruin, overgrown with weeds, and has become a paradise for rats and some small animals.
The town currently does not have enough financial resources or necessity to renovate this area, so this section of the street, which is about three to four hundred meters long, does not even have street lights. It is dark and gloomy at night, and few people walk on it.
At this moment, Lao Cao, Daniu and I are walking on this road.
Abandoned buildings lined both sides of the street, showing strange outlines in the dim starlight.
At the end of the road, I saw the huge yellow horn tree that was said to be at least three hundred years old...it was really big!
It would take at least several adult men to hug the thick tree trunk, and the height is nearly thirty meters. A large number of branches stretch out in all directions, some straight, some curved, and some strangely shaped...
The branches and leaves are luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun. Almost the entire intersection is shrouded under it!
We have reached the end of Liangfeng Street and are at the entrance of He Street, where many people live, so there are street lights on both sides of the road. But even with the light of the street lamp, I couldn't see the whole tree clearly when I raised my head.
Facing it in the dark is like facing an unknown behemoth. It exudes some ancient and mysterious sense of oppression and intimidation!
It has been two or three weeks since I came to Lianghe Town to study in junior high school. I have not been to He Street yet, and I have never seen this giant tree growing inside the town.
When I saw it at this time, I said it was awesome!
At the same time, I also secretly thought in my heart: "This is also a crossroads. It is connected on all sides and the breaths exchange fiercely. It is a place where it is easier to fight against evil spirits. The yellow horn tree is actually the big-leaved banyan tree, a type of banyan tree. The energy of the banyan tree, Between yin and yang, it is a good thing to block evil spirits. It stands to reason that a yellow horn tree planted here can actually improve the feng shui of the intersection. But why are there more people dead? "
From a Feng Shui perspective, this is unreasonable!
Of course, everything in this world is reasonable as long as it exists - otherwise it must be hiding some unknown secret, like an iceberg hidden under the sea.
Just like the last time I went to Duan's house to carry a coffin, Miss Duan's coffin contained all kinds of unreasonable weirdness from the beginning. When the truth finally came out, people suddenly realized it!
It can be inferred from this that since there are many unreasonable things about this "death-killing demon tree", there must be some ulterior secrets behind it.
So, I told Lao Cao and Daniel that from a Feng Shui perspective, it was wrong for so many people to be hanged on this tree!
As for whether there is anything else that is unreasonable, I walked around the old yellow horn tree several times, but I haven't found anything yet...
Lao Cao took a last puff of cigarette, put away the dry tobacco bag, and stuck it on his waist. Smashing the tree, he said, "There are definitely a lot of weird things about this tree. But, I can't find a reason. It's really weird."
The impatient Flathead directly raised his leg and kicked the tree trunk, and said harshly: "No matter how weird it is, it is just a tree. It can't be moved or moved. Why doesn't the town just organize people to cut down the whole tree? "
Lao Cao snorted and said: "Who will organize it? This is not an ordinary tree. It is so big that several adult men around the tree cannot hug each other. Ordinary knives and axes are obviously useless, and large felling equipment must be used! Who will do it? Pay? The town definitely can’t pay. There’s no one to do such a thankless job depending on the business owners..."
Think about it too.
Dealing with such a huge tree is not as simple as talking or cutting down a tree as big as a bowl like the farmers in the village. You also have to consider transportation after cutting it down.
And although it has the legend of the "death-killing demon tree", the nearby townspeople are also accustomed to its existence. If it really wants to be chopped down, public opinion must be considered...
Just thinking about these complicated things makes me feel more troublesome than practicing!
No wonder Master sometimes said to me that no matter how difficult it is to practice cultivation, it is still more difficult than grasping the human heart and controlling the crowd.
Lao Cao turned around and stopped looking at the yellow horn tree.
"Okay, don't think about the tree now. Go to the shoemaker's house to carry the coffin! I always feel a little uneasy in my heart. Don't let evil happen again like last time in the Duan family mansion."
Daniel and others also nodded, muttering that they shouldn't be so unlucky. Now that the country is peaceful and the people are in peace and prosperity, why are there so many evil things happening?
Walking past the yellow horn tree, there is a stone staircase going up. It is a small road that intersects perpendicularly with Liangfeng Street. After going up, you will reach He Street.
Although He Street is small, it is the most convenient connection between the main street and the back streets of the town, so there are many shops and residents on both sides, and it is also a bustling place during the day.
But it was quiet at night, with only the footsteps of the six of us walking on the bluestone road.
Soon, we saw a house with white lanterns hanging in front of us, which looked a bit gloomy.
Obviously, this is the home of the shoemaker whose son died.
Daniel went over and knocked on the door.
Soon, a skinny old man came and opened the door.
He has gray hair and a slight stoop, probably caused by sitting and bending over to repair shoes for a long time. His already dry face looked even more miserable because of the loss of his son in his later years.
It makes people feel very sympathetic to him!
"Ox coffin maker, Cao coffin maker, are you here? Come in. I'm sorry to bother you."
The old shoemaker turned around tremblingly and led us into the house.
The house was small, dirty and messy, with some leather, plastic, twine, etc. used for repairing shoes scattered everywhere.
It can be seen that the economic situation is relatively bad.
A thin-skin coffin was placed in the middle of the room, surrounded by these debris.
I followed Lao Cao and the others and looked into the coffin.
A young man of about thirty years old was lying inside, with a circle of strangulation marks around his neck and a slightly swollen face.
Based on what I learned during this period, and judging from the signs and smell of the body, the shoemaker's son indeed hanged himself.
On the way here, I also heard Ergou, who was relatively well-informed, talk about it. The shoemaker was a son of old age, so he loved him very much.
When the child was six years old, the shoemaker's wife died again. He worked hard to bring up his son, but because he was uneducated and didn't know how to educate him, he just pampered him, and as a result, the child went astray...
Since junior high school, he has been fighting everywhere, hanging out in society, smoking and drinking, and has been in trouble for theft.
Later I became addicted to gambling. This time, because I owed too much money and was being chased for debt, I had no choice but to hang myself!
What a pitiful and hateful life.
After hearing this, I shook my head.
Lao Cao looked at the shoemaker and said in a deep voice: "Is there anything else you want to say to your son? If not, we will prepare to seal the coffin and go up the mountain."
The old shoemaker shook his head, as if he was numb.
Daniel and the others sighed, and together they lifted the lid of the coffin next to them, placed it on the coffin, and sealed it.
The shoemaker's family had no money, so it was naturally impossible for him to find someone to look at Feng Shui and choose a burial site.
I have learned a little bit about Feng Shui, but after all, I don’t have much experience and understanding, so I don’t dare to help people choose a shady house by tapping their acupuncture points for free.
Otherwise, the cause and effect would be too heavy!
As for the last time I went to Xiaojiawan, the situation was different.
First, someone else has chosen a Feng Shui homestead, and I just went to see where the problem was. Secondly, the yang house is actually not as troublesome and difficult to manage as the yin house...
What's more, as long as you receive money from the other party, it is a fair transaction.
Daniel and the others were ready and stood at the four corners of the coffin, with Lao Cao at the front.
As he shouted a slogan, he lifted the coffin and went out!
They headed steadily towards a cemetery outside the town that still had space...
The entire process of carrying the coffin, burial, and burial went very smoothly without any unexpected incidents. This made me feel relieved.
After coming down the mountain, the old shoemaker tremblingly took out a red envelope and wanted to give it to us to express his gratitude. Was rejected by Lao Cao.
He sighed and patted the other man.
"There's no need to give red envelopes. If you weren't afraid of breaking the rules of the coffin bearer profession and causing some disaster. In fact, I don't even want to accept your wages. Just live a good life."
I know that Lao Cao is also a kind-hearted person.
This time, he only paid five yuan to help the old shoemaker carry the coffin - one yuan each for himself, Daniu and others. This is purely to avoid breaking the rule [coffin bearers cannot carry the coffin for free].
As for me?
Anyway, it's just a trip, so naturally I won't take any money from this poor old shoemaker.
Back in Lianghe Town, Lao Cao and I said goodbye to Daniel and others, and then returned to the coffin shop.
It was still early this time, just after twelve o'clock.
I just don’t know why, but I always feel that something is not right about this very smooth coffin carrying! I felt a little uneasy for no reason.
But thinking about it, I think maybe I am too sensitive?
…
The next two days, Monday and Tuesday, went smoothly without any wind or waves.
He studied at school during the day and went back to the coffin shop at night to learn coffin-carrying and yin-zhi techniques.
On Tuesday night, when I returned from school, I realized something was wrong!
Daniel and the four of them all came to the coffin shop. Sitting around Lao Cao, they seemed to be talking about something, with a solemn expression on their faces.
My heart skipped a beat and I thought about it subconsciously.
"Could it be that something happened to the body of the shoemaker's son...?"
