The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 64 Saburo Village

the next day.

Zhang Heng got up very early, ready to buy some things, and then went to the extremely yin place of Plague Mountain to nurture the wounded paper ghost.

It's January, and if this trip is unsurprising, it won't go down the mountain until at least the beginning of spring.

In addition, there is monk Wuxin, so he has to buy a lot of things, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, bedding, stove, chicken, duck, fish, and daily necessities.

"Meat is easy to handle. The three northern provinces are freezing cold. Hanging the meat outside the window will not spoil until next spring."

"Vegetables are difficult. Turnips, cabbage, potatoes, and pickled cabbage are just four things going back and forth. It's basically impossible to eat fresh."

When shopping for groceries, Monk Wuxin also followed, chatting in the back.

Zhang Heng looked at him speechlessly.

When the third aunt found Yue Qiluo's whereabouts, it was time for Monk Wuxin to leave. As soon as he left, Zhang Heng could return to reality at any time, so there was no need to worry about what to eat.

"Buy good things and go quickly. Plague Mountain has been inaccessible in recent years. I don't know how many villages were left. Is there any shelter from the wind and rain? If not, we have to build a thatched hut."

Compared with whole grains, Zhang Heng is more concerned about the situation on Plague Mountain.

In the beginning, Plague Mountain was not called Plague Mountain, but Sanlang Mountain.

It is said that there lived a man named Saburo. Later, more and more people gathered on the mountain, and gradually there was a village.

A hundred years ago, for some unknown reason, there was a plague in Saburo Village, and all the people in the village died very quickly.

Because the death of a villager is not auspicious.

This piece of land has become an inaccessible forbidden area, and even the hunters who go up the mountain to hunt and the herb collectors who gather herbs are unable to avoid this plague mountain.

"The thatched cottage is not easy. As a monk, I have traveled south and north. If I don't learn anything else, I will build a house."

"As long as there are trees and an axe, a thatched hut can be built in three days, and the key point is that it can keep out the wind and rain."

The monk Wuxin said confidently.

As soon as Zhang Heng heard it, this monk was still an all-around player. Fortunately, he was born in the Republic of China, not in modern times.

Otherwise, you can follow Bei Ye, and it is not uncommon to see survival in the wilderness without him.

Jingle Bell.
After getting things sorted, Zhang Heng and the others set off.

They rode eastward in their carriage and finally reached Plague Mountain in the afternoon.

At a glance.

The snow was a foot thick, and there was no sign of movement around, only the footprints of animals.

Look again, there is a village built on the mountain in front, starting from the foot of the mountain and building all the way to the top of the mountain.

After a hundred years, the mountain village has long lost its former appearance.

Every family, some roofs were swept away, leaving only the broken eaves and broken walls.

Some simply collapsed and became a rubble.

Of course, there are also well-preserved houses, of which stone houses are the main ones.

Only these stone houses can withstand a hundred years of changes and are preserved like historic sites.

"Niubi, look."

Push open the door of a house.

Entering the eye, in the shed in the courtyard, there are four large, one small and five coffins.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

Zhang Heng bowed his head first, and then said to the monk, "It should be done by the officials. A hundred years ago, after the plague was over, they took away valuable objects and then made coffins for these villagers."

As for why there are only coffins and not buried in the ground for safety.

Zhang Heng thought it would be troublesome to come. After all, there are hundreds of people in a village. It is a big job to bury them. In addition, these people died of the plague. No one wants to be contaminated more. No matter who you put it on, it is considered a reunion. "

"I'll look elsewhere."

Wuxin monk went to the second house again.

Not long after, the monk came back with a heavy expression and said, "Sure enough, every household has coffins, ranging from one or two to seven or eight. Some of the coffins have been scattered, and the bones are hard to be found. Those who were responsible for the funeral were really guilty."

Zhang Heng didn't say much.

After all, it has been over a hundred years since the incident. Zhang Heng didn't want to comment on whether the people who dealt with the funeral were inappropriate and didn't know much about it.

In case these people died of the plague, the doctor ordered not to be buried, so as not to pollute the water source, this kind of thing is not unheard of.

"I saw an ancestral hall on the top of the mountain. Although the doors and windows have been damaged, people can live in it if it is repaired."

"You and I are monks. We don't have any taboos like ordinary people who eat from all directions. I see that the scenery on the top of the mountain is just right, and it should be very comfortable to live in."

Zhang Heng talked about the stay.

"Immeasurable Buddha, you can decide where you want to live. A poor monk can live in a place of three feet."

After speaking, the monk Wuxin glanced at the coffin in the courtyard again: "I can't bear to see these people exposed to the wilderness, so let me bury them in the ground for safety."

With his hands folded together, Monk Wuxin took the pickaxe and prepared to do something stupid.

Why is it stupid.

Because it is only January, the weather is freezing cold, and the predecessor of Plague Mountain is Sanlang Village. A village is less than a few hundred people. It is not easy to dig hundreds of coffin pits in this cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

"Monk, it's freezing cold right now, and the ground is freezing hard. You asked me to dig hundreds of holes with you, and put these people in the ground for safety. I can't do it, but if you can't do it, let me know. I'll pay some money and go to town to call dozens of helpers, which I'm willing to do."

Zhang Heng didn't mean to help.

He is not the unintentional monk, and the unintentional monk is not him either.

Monk Wuxin's solution is to dig a hole by himself, while Zhang Heng's solution is to spend money to hire someone.

The process is different, but the result is the same. This is because the thinking is different and the coping style is different.

"No, monk, I have the strength, it's cold, just do some work to warm up."

The Wuxin monk refused without thinking.

Zhang Heng ignored him as soon as he heard it, walked around, looked around, and quickly circled the village.

"Did you see something wrong?"

On the side of Wuxin monk, he has already begun to gather the coffin.

He did it very ingeniously. Afraid that he would forget which one was which, he marked the coffin to prevent the wrong mansion, and allowed the Zhang family's daughter-in-law to go to the Li family's house.

"There's nothing wrong. There are gossips hanging on the top of the mountain. When the officials went up the mountain to collect the bones, they should have invited a mage to do the ritual."

"The villagers of Sanlang Village were reincarnated a hundred years ago. They looked terrifying. There were coffins in every household. In fact, there was nothing dirty and they were very clean."

Zhang Heng put his hands behind his back, watching the monk Wuxin work, and said: "I guess the plague a hundred years ago should be the plague, some bones have tooth marks on them, and it looks like they were bitten by small rodents. ."

"It's just that I haven't figured out why this mountain's Yin Qi is so heavy."

"It stands to reason that when choosing a site to build a village, people should not be invited to come to see it. With the yin of this mountain, living here has to have nightmares every day, and it is not suitable for building a village at all."

Monk Wuxin listened and said, "The feng shui pattern may also have changed later. When Sanlang Village was built, it was suitable for living here, and the feng shui changed after the earth dragon turned over. This kind of thing is very common."

"Makes sense."

Zhang Heng didn't think too much.

After all, no matter what happened a hundred years ago, it was already a hundred years ago.

He didn't come here to investigate the case, but to use the extremely yin place of this mountain to breed paper ghosts. What did the right and wrong have to do with him back then?

(End of this chapter)