In 1998, the 15th day of the seventh lunar month in the lunar calendar, the traditional Ghost Festival is also the festival of spirits. This night is the night of the full moon. It is written in the almanac: Greedy wolves enter the house, the yin is extremely strong, and everything is inappropriate, especially Avoid breaking ground. Somewhere in the mountainous countryside of Province Y, there is a remote mountain village called "Yejia Village". According to the custom, in the evening, every household burns two bundles of paper money in front of the door, one bundle for ancestor worship, and the other bundle for lonely souls and wild spirits passing by. After burning the paper money, every household closes the doors and windows tightly, and goes to bed early. Those who believe in Buddhism should also pray, praying that the night will pass safely and not to collide. In the middle of the night, it started to rain, hitting the leaves, rustling, like a lonely ghost walking at night, the wind whimpered, like crying, which added a touch of weird atmosphere to this unusual night. On the small road at the head of the village, a vague figure loomed in the wind and rain, walked out of the village, went straight up the back mountain, and walked into a cemetery. This cemetery is the ancestral tombs of the Ye family village, where the dead of the Ye family have been buried for hundreds of years. Under the shadow of the night, there are many graves, some with monuments but no monuments, half collapsed, like buns on hills, it looks creepy Panic. The black shadow finally came to a grave without a monument. A soul-calling banner was inserted on the grave, and the spirit hand was waving in the wind. The new soil on the tomb and the unfallen scrolls indicate that this is a new tomb.
"Second sister-in-law, today is your first seven days, and it's just in time for Spirit Festival again. I see you are here." It was a man's voice, hoarse, and he sounded no more than forty years old. After a moment of silence in front of the grave, the man untied a red silk umbrella from his back, opened it and inserted it in front of the grave to block the rain at night, carefully took out three sticks of incense, lit them and inserted them into the soil under the umbrella, ignoring the mud, and knelt down After kowtowing three times, he stood up and took out a folded flat shovel from his back, and began to dig the grave. The grave was made of new soil, soaked in rainwater, so it was very soft. In less than twenty minutes, a long hole was dug, and a layer of soil was wiped off, revealing a bright red coffin board, like blood dripping. According to superstition, generally all coffins are painted dark red, and those painted bright red are those who died violently. If the resentment is too heavy, the thicker the red, the better the effect of suppressing evil. Not only that, but thirty-three thick red threads were wrapped around the coffin, criss-crossing, like a net, wrapping the coffin tightly, as if to prevent the people inside the coffin from crawling out. The man bowed to the bottom of the coffin, and said, "Second sister-in-law, Dabao, I'm here for you." He took out the dagger, cut off the red thread one by one, and then knocked open seven seven-inch coffin nails with the shovel, and took a deep breath. With one breath, the coffin was opened—— A female corpse in a white shroud lay erect at the bottom of the coffin. Under the faint light of the incense, the female corpse's face was pale, but her cloudy eyes were round and wide, like dead fish, with a hideous and terrifying expression, and an extremely cold aura exuded from her whole body. It's lifeless. The man took a deep breath, although he was prepared, when he first saw this scene, his calf became weak, he hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed three more times to the female corpse, and said in a trembling voice: "Second sister-in-law, you died on the delivery bed, with one corpse and two lives, but the gang in the village kept saying the rules of the ancestors, disregarding human relations, and separated you and the child, and buried them in two places. Today is the night of your return, I Ye Dabao took the risk to dig out your poor child and return it to your second sister-in-law..." As he said that, he took out a cloth bag from his bosom and unwrapped it, but it turned out to be the corpse of a baby! Putting the corpse on top of the female corpse, Ye Dabao bowed back, knelt on the ground, and waited nervously. Suddenly, a woman's cry resounded through the wind and rain. The female corpse sat up from the coffin in a jerk, her arms tightened, and ten withered fingers tightly grasped the baby's back. Facing Ye Dabao, a strange smile appeared on her face. Ye Dabao knelt down on both knees, and bowed again: "Second sister-in-law, I have fulfilled your wish, and I will help you build the coffin and fill the grave later, so that no one can see the flaws. Please, second sister-in-law, please remember my hard work and satisfy me wishes!" After speaking, he pulled up the three sticks of incense from his feet, took out three banana leaves, spread them out, and kneaded them into the shape of a container, quickly chanting something that didn't sound like Chinese. The female corpse stretched her neck forward and remained motionless. Cooperating with Ye Dabao, it seemed that liquid dripped down the banana leaves along the flames. Ten minutes later, the female corpse frowned little by little, showing a terrifying expression. Ye Dabao hastily removed the incense, folded the banana leaf in half a few times, folded it into a shape like a rice dumpling, and packed it carefully. Seeing the female corpse slowly laying back into the coffin, holding the baby in her arms, her face was full of satisfaction, and her heart was also filled with joy. He let out a sigh of relief. "Second sister-in-law, after you have a baby, after seventy-seven forty-nine days, you will become a mother and child corpse. If you have a grudge, you will take revenge. Dabao will build your coffin for you, so that you can rest and practice..."
Ten minutes later, Ye Dabao looked at the grave he had reburied, and could not see any flaws from the outside, so he bowed, turned around and hurried down the mountain. ... A month later, at the home of Dagong Ye, the patriarch of Ye Family Village. August is the hottest time of the year, and other people's houses open their doors to ventilate and use electric fans, but Ye Dagong's back room is closed with three coal stoves burning inside. On the bed, a five or six-year-old child was wrapped in a thick quilt, his lips were still purple from the cold, his whole body was shivering, and he couldn't help crying out for the cold. Grand Duke Ye stood in the room for a while, and was covered in sweat. He sighed and walked out the door, wiping the sweat and tears off his face with all his might. "Father, Shaoyang, he..." A young woman in her twenties came forward and looked at Grandpa Ye with eyes swollen from crying. It's called Qiaoyun. "Let's talk about it when the soldier comes back." Grand Duke Ye shook his head helplessly. He has been a barefoot doctor for decades, and he can't do anything about his grandson's illness. For half a month, he carried his grandson on his back to all the hospitals in the county and the city. I went there, but nothing was found out. Ye Dagong began to suspect that his grandson was not sick at all, but provoked some kind of evil, but it didn't work, so he sent his son to the city early this morning to find an expert. Just as he was talking, his son Ye Bing came back, followed by an old man. "Who is this……" "I invited him from the city. He heard about the situation in my family's Shaoyang and was willing to come and have a look." "Thank you." Grandpa Ye bowed his hands and looked up and down the visitor with his eyes. This man looks to be in his sixties, very thin, with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, splayed eyebrows, and triangular eyes. A little fairy-like feeling. Grand Duke Ye frowned, there are too many scammers these days, Taoist priests and monks also have fake ones, he does not look like this old man is capable, but the so-called rush to the doctor, since people are invited, they have to give it a try , very politely asked the old man to go to the back room to see his grandson.