Chapter 729 Playing Tricks
The bodies of the Fourth Uncle and his family were quickly put down, and now the problem has arisen. The village chief Zhang Wensheng has not yet been buried, and there are more Fourth Uncle and his family who are about to be buried.
In addition, several other villagers around Fourth Uncle also died and needed to be buried. Everyone carried the corpses into the ancestral hall, which could no longer accommodate them.
The villagers are already very scared. There is no one who is not afraid of the dead people, but no one knows what is going on. It is useless to be afraid, but no one dares to come out, especially in the middle of the night. , no one dared to go out.
The corpses were lined up in the ancestral hall, and Lin Qingshu arranged for the young people in the village to take turns to keep vigil. Lin Qingshu decided to bury all the corpses as soon as possible, so he might as well carry them out for burial at the same time, that is, at noon the next day.
Now it doesn't matter what time it is, otherwise, if these corpses are placed in the ancestral hall, it will be very scary. People in the village are already very panic, so burying these corpses as soon as possible can naturally appease the panic of the villagers.
Otherwise, the villagers will have no intention to do anything, and sooner or later the village will become chaotic, and the villagers may even move away and leave this place.
This time, Lin Qingshu didn't even ask Zhang Zhiwen what he meant, because Zhang Zhiwen didn't know what caused these things to happen in the village.
In this way, the burial began at noon the next day, and the villagers also came. At noon, the weather was still good, the sun was shining, and everyone felt at ease. Therefore, the villagers began to carry the body Go and carry it to the mountain.
This time, there was no sacrifice to any mountain gods. They were buried directly in the ancestral grave. However, the body of the village chief Zhang Wensheng had to be dug into a new grave. However, this matter was not difficult to handle. Lin Qingshu followed the usual custom and buried it on the side of the mountain. A grave was built in the direction of the water, and the village chief Zhang Wensheng was buried in this grave.
Everything seemed to be going in an orderly manner. When the villagers saw that things had been settled, they gradually felt at ease. This time, the villagers didn't say much, as long as they could bury the person quickly.
In this way, the burial was over, and Lin Qingshu led people to set off a bunch of firecrackers, which was considered completed.
The villagers also made funeral wine, but everyone held it hastily and were not in any mood, and then everyone went back to their homes early.
After dark, everything seemed to calm down.
Zhang Zhiwen also returned home. He was quite busy at the end of the day. Someone also needed to write couplets and eulogies for funeral matters. Now that so many people died at once, he wrote them one by one, so he was naturally busy. very.
After returning home, Lin Mingyue naturally asked about today's events. Zhang Zhiwen didn't really want to say anything more. He always felt that the matter would not end so easily, but he couldn't find any reason. The villagers started again Panicked, Lin Qingshu naturally planned to understand the matter as soon as possible.
But this kind of thing is not something that can only be understood by understanding it. He simply said a few words to deal with Lin Mingyue, and he went to bed early.
That night, it seemed to be peaceful, and nothing else happened in the village. Early the next morning, everyone got up to do things, and the village seemed to have returned to peace.
As a result, Zhang Zhiwen went to the school again to teach the children, and the children also came to class. The villagers went to the fields and went up the mountains, doing whatever they had to do. It seemed that things were really fine.
A few days later, the village was still safe and sound. As a result, everyone gradually felt relieved. It seemed that the sudden suicide of village chief Zhang Wensheng and his fourth uncle were over. Maybe the mountain god no longer blamed everyone. .
Then the days returned to their original peaceful state, and after the village chief Zhang Wensheng died, the village elected another village chief, and this village chief was Lin Qingshu.
Although Lin Qingshu is still young, he can be regarded as a person with some abilities after the village chief Zhang Wensheng. At least this time, Lin Qingshu took care of everything.
And regarding this matter, everyone has various discussions behind their backs, saying that if the fourth uncle had listened to Lin Qingshu, then the fourth uncle's family, and even several surrounding villagers, would not have hanged themselves to death in mysterious circumstances.
This matter spread in the village, and Zhang Zhiwen naturally heard the news. He didn't say much about it, but he felt that this statement had no basis, although he didn't know why the village chief Zhang Wensheng and his fourth uncle and others He suddenly hanged himself mysteriously, but in the final analysis it definitely had nothing to do with Lin Qingshu.
But after all, these four uncles are all dead, and no one will hold on to this matter. But seeing that the Ghost Festival is coming, everyone's hearts are raised again.
This Ghost Festival is a day when the gates of hell are wide open.
Logically speaking, the village chief Zhang Wensheng and his fourth uncle might come back now, but what happened this time was very strange. After Zhang Wensheng and his fourth uncle were buried, the Seven-Day Resurrection Night was uneventful. Nothing strange happened.
The villagers were originally worried that something strange would happen on the Seventh Day of Resurrection Night, but if nothing strange happened, nothing strange would happen this time on the Ghost Festival.
But on the Seventh Day of Soul Resurrection Night, Lin Qingshu told everyone not to burn paper money for village chief Zhang Wensheng and his fourth uncle. This allowed nothing to happen in the village. It was the same this time. Lin Qingshu specifically told everyone not to give sacrifices to the village chief. The village chief Zhang Wensheng and his fourth uncle burned paper money as if it were Tai Sui.
The so-called Tai Sui Year means that sacrifices are forbidden. Therefore, every household will not sacrifice their ancestors or burn paper money during this Zhongyuan Festival.
Originally, to burn paper money, everyone must go out to purchase some things. The village does not produce these paper money. Therefore, this time no one went out. In the past, the purchase of paper money was handled by the village chief Zhang Wensheng.
Logically speaking, if paper money is to be burned this time, it will be handled by Lin Qingshu. However, if Lin Qingshu asks everyone not to do these things, then there is no need to go out.
Although most villagers support this matter, there are always a few people who are unwilling to do so. They still want to worship their ancestors.
"It's different from Qingming Festival to worship ancestors once a year, but the Zhongyuan Festival is more important. The gates of hell finally open once, and the ancestors rarely come back once, so why can't we worship them?"
"That's right, I don't like this. We worship our own and don't worship our fourth uncle and others. What's the matter?"
"Then forget about it, we can worship privately! ..."
The villagers who planned to worship their ancestors planned to do so secretly without telling Lin Qingshu.
Lin Qingshu didn't know about this, and the other villagers didn't know either. Anyway, on the night of Zhongyuan Festival, several families secretly worshipped at night.
Zhongyuan Festival is a very strange day. Once it comes to this season, the weather suddenly becomes cold, especially at night, and it seems that there are gusts of cold wind, especially in this place of the village, where the gullies are more obvious.
Villagers can even hear the faint voice of ghosts, and what is the ghost voice? That is, there is a kind of whispering in people's ears. These ghost voices are erratic, sometimes coming into people's houses, sometimes floating outside the yard, or going to the distant fields, and then going up the mountain.
The ghost voices float around the village during the Zhongyuan Festival, but when you listen carefully, it disappears again, which makes everyone subconsciously feel extremely bizarre and weird, but people have long known that there will be such a situation when the Zhongyuan Festival comes, so it is still calm.
It seems that the ancestors have returned from the gates of hell, and then wandered around to see which households have food, useful things, money to spend, etc., and there are ghost messengers, etc., and they must come to ask for some benefits.
However, Zhang Zhiwen is a cultivator, and he can feel the changes in the atmosphere of the Zhongyuan Festival. This is not the sound of ghosts, nor is it the return of the ghosts of ancestors. That is just nonsense. This is just the sound of the change of solar terms and the blending of high and low temperature air.
As for ghosts and monsters, they will never appear here. As for the underworld, that is nonsense. At least he has never seen any ghosts since he cultivated immortality.
Of course, there are definitely monsters, but the current situation is not caused by monsters, but by some strange winds.
Of course, people respect their ancestors and gods, so he will not say much about this kind of thing. He does not have the habit of worshiping ancestors. Besides, he is a fugitive, why does he worship ancestors? I am afraid that the ancestors are afraid to see him.
In this way, the villagers all stayed at home peacefully. Only a few families who were disobedient began to worship their ancestors, and paper money and other things were burned. In fact, everyone could still smell the smell of burning paper money through the wind, and they also knew that someone was secretly worshipping their ancestors.
But no one said much. This matter should not be a big deal. Lin Qingshu did not seem to say anything, and seemed to have acquiesced.
Just like that, the Zhongyuan Festival came, some people worshipped their ancestors, and things seemed to be no different. After a night, everyone was still safe and sound. At this time, everyone felt that the death of the village chief Zhang Wensheng and the fourth uncle seemed to be completely over.
Then, the people in the village were obviously much happier and more energetic, otherwise the previous things would always be like invisible shackles that troubled everyone's mind.
In this way, do what you should do, and life will return to the past.
But Zhang Zhiwen vaguely felt that things were not so simple. With his cultivation, he could feel that the air around him had changed, especially since the Zhongyuan Festival, there was a hint of demonic energy in the air.
This demonic energy seemed to come from the mountain. After class, Zhang Zhiwen followed the demonic energy all the way to the mountain. Naturally, he wanted to find out.
Soon, he walked in the direction where the demonic energy came from, and he actually met a person on the mountainside.
This person had his back to him, but Zhang Zhiwen could clearly see that this person was a woman, and her back was very familiar to him.
"Mingyue?"
Zhang Zhiwen was extremely surprised. He didn't expect to meet Lin Mingyue halfway up the mountain. Why did his wife come here?
And it seemed that Lin Mingyue had been standing here for some time. She was standing facing the direction where the evil spirit came from.
But when Zhang Zhiwen called out like this, Lin Mingyue still had no consciousness and stood there motionless. Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiwen instantly became alert. Any strange and weird things could happen in this secret place.
Although he didn't know why Lin Mingyue suddenly came here, he knew very well that something might happen next that he needed to be alert and prepared.
Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen walked over step by step. He still called Lin Mingyue's name in a low voice, but Lin Mingyue just didn't respond. When Zhang Zhiwen came behind Lin Mingyue, he found that Lin Mingyue was not a living person, but just a dummy made of paper!
It's just that this dummy looks like a real person, even Zhang Zhiwen almost recognized it wrong, that is, after getting closer, he found something wrong, especially the arm and neck area, the skin is obviously cold and white, that is not the skin of a living person.
Sure enough, when he came to the front, this so-called dummy was a dummy. Lin Mingyue's dummy looked almost the same as the real one, lifelike, and even grinned at Zhang Zhiwen out of the blue.
Zhang Zhiwen was stunned by this sudden smile, but when he chopped again, he found that the dummy was still the same as before, and did not smile at him.
But soon, the dummy suddenly laughed, but her face was expressionless. The laughter echoed in Zhang Zhiwen's ears. Zhang Zhiwen's face changed immediately, and then he directly used the Taoist magic!
"What monster!"
Zhang Zhiwen's Taoist magic blasted out and hit the dummy directly, smashing it out and breaking it into pieces on the spot.
The huge sound must have shocked the villagers below, but Zhang Zhiwen didn't care about so much at this moment. He saw the dummy suddenly flew away after it broke into pieces, and he hurriedly chased after it.
During the chase, the dummy flew in front and soon recovered its form, but soon, Zhang Zhiwen stopped and saw the dummy suddenly drilled into a grave, and this grave was the newly dug grave of Zhang Wensheng.
And the demonic energy was coming out of this grave.
Obviously, there is a monster hidden in Zhang Wensheng's tomb. Is it the fake person who turned into a monster, or is Zhang Wensheng the monster? Or is there another monster?
Zhang Zhiwen doesn't care about these.
"Hmph, playing tricks!"
Zhang Zhiwen started with a Taoist spell.
The Taoist spell was so powerful that it directly overturned the tomb. At this time, the situation inside the tomb was exposed, and Zhang Zhiwen heard it clearly. After his Taoist spell was blasted, there was obviously a scream from the tomb.
The sound was not loud, but very clear, and it sounded very sharp. It didn't seem to be Zhang Wensheng's voice, but it sounded a bit like the voice of a woman like Lin Mingyue, which made Zhang Zhiwen's heart rise.