My master is invincible

Chapter 6 Overnight in the Cemetery
For five days in a row, I squatted at the door of the old scholar. It was not until the morning of the sixth day that the old scholar opened the door. I quickly stood up and walked in. I knelt down without saying a word. To tell the truth, I used to look down on the old scholar. , However, he saved my life, this kneeling, should be.

The old scholar helped me up, took a look at me, and said: "Jiu Yazi, I can't take this wine. If you want it, you will lose your life. If you really want to thank the old man, you can lend me the jute paper." Have a look."

Let alone borrowing him to take a look, even lending him to study for a year, as long as he asks, I will give it to him without hesitation. I immediately took out the jute paper and handed it to the old scholar.

The old scholar took the jute paper, glanced at it for a while, his face changed, and handed it to me again, saying: "Jiu Yazi, it is your good fortune to get this thing, you must make good use of it in the future, don't let it The funeral stinks of copper!"

Hearing this, I looked at the old scholar in disbelief, is this still the lazy man I knew?It took me several years to know some Chinese official characters. As far as the things recorded on the jute paper are concerned, I can only roughly guess that they are about funerals. It was about a funeral or something, and his tone didn't sound like guesswork, but rather certainty.

"You..." I couldn't believe my guess, "You... understand what's on it?"

"Why? I underestimate the old man?" The old scholar laughed and said: "The old man was a scholar in the Xuantong period. If the Qing Dynasty hadn't died early, it would be easy for the old man to get a candidate. If luck is better, it is not impossible for him to win the number one scholar." This possibility, like this kind of Chinese official script, of course won't trouble the old man."

As he said that, the old scholar glanced at me again and said: "The burial person rides on qi, and qi is the qi that circulates in one element. In the sky, it flows around the six voids, and on the earth, everything happens. Without this in the sky, qi has nothing to support. If the earth does not have this, it will be the same as the carrier, so it is majestic and grand, and it runs through the goods. There is no place, and there is no time. From the basics to the general."

The words of the old scholar come from the opening chapter of the Liuding Liujia Burial Sutra, which talks about qi, and this qi is the infinite qi of Taoism. Position, also known as the six, as long as this infinite energy penetrates through the gathering place of the tomb, future generations will be lucky.

Like Taoism's supreme "Tao Te Ching", it also pays attention to Qi. Between heaven and earth, there is only one Qi. This Qi refers to Wuji, which is commonly known as the Qi of One Yuan. Born gossip, most of the things left by the ancestors have something in common, nothing but qi, and Buddhism emphasizes nothingness, the vast world, the Buddha kingdoms of ten directions, are born with no origin, so there is no beginning and no end , may be introduced from the land of China, which is slightly different in theory and will not be expressed for the time being.

"You are a god!" I was so surprised by the old scholar that I didn't know what to say, so I could only choke out such a sentence.

The old scholar nodded in satisfaction, and enjoyed my admiration very much, saying that I am a child who can be taught, and that I am better than my father at 01:30. While he was still happy, I quickly stuffed him with a pack of cigarettes, I asked him to translate the content on the jute paper for me, but he did not refuse.

The two of us stayed in the room for a whole day before translating the complete text, about [-] words. In the next ten years of coffin-carrying career, these [-] words saved me countless times. It can even be said that without these [-] words Words, my tomb has long been covered with weeds, these three thousand words are really worth a thousand words to me.

At dusk, when I was about to leave, the old Xiu stopped me and said, "Jiu Yazi, tonight is the seventh day of that girl's life. You must go to the cemetery to spend the night. Only after passing this test can you fully adapt to it." The job of the coffin bearer."

I asked him why, and he said he couldn't say it, because it wouldn't work if he said it. He just asked me to bring some candles and ingots to watch at the grave overnight.

To be honest, I have an inexplicable fear of the cemetery. I can't say what it is, but I feel that some strange things will happen there. However, since the old scholar said so, I have no choice but to obey his orders. I firmly believe in his words.

Immediately bid farewell to the old scholar, stuffed him with 100 yuan, and told him that it was my private money, not the money earned from carrying the coffin, so he accepted it. Until then, I vaguely knew why the old scholar refused to accept it. He was afraid of the woman's revenge when he drank the liquor, after all, he was the one who made the idea.

When I got home, I hurriedly grabbed a few bites of food and told my father that I was going to the cemetery to spend the night. My father was worried that I would be alone and wanted to find me a companion, but I refused.Because of this matter, I almost quarreled with my father. In the end, I took out what the old scholar had said, and added more details, and he reluctantly agreed to let me go alone.

When I came to the cemetery, it was about ten o'clock in the evening. I first burned some yellow paper on each grave in the cemetery, inserted three pillars of fragrance, and then burned seven or eight catties of yellow paper in front of the woman's grave. He burned all the candles and ingots he had brought to her, and kept muttering: "The kid is young and ignorant, please forgive me if I offend you."

Strange to say, there is nothing strange about burning the yellow paper in front of it. When it was midnight, I didn’t know what happened. The ones that are ignited for a long time have completely inconsistent burnability, and the longer ones seem to be an inch higher than the shorter ones.

In desperation, I took out the lighter and lit those things again, but those things seemed to be against me. They were just lit, and then turned off after a few seconds. I was a little scared in my heart.

At this moment, a gloomy cry came from behind me, Jiuyazi, Jiuyazi, my scalp was numb, and goosebumps appeared all over my body. I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and slowly Turn your head to see what happened.

There is no one behind, no ghosts, nothing, only endless darkness, black like a huge hole, as if to swallow the whole sky, I was stunned, there was moonlight before, how can it change now? so dark?

I quickly swipe the lighter a few times, once, twice, three times, a few times in a row, the lighter didn't even emit a single spark, and the entire cemetery echoed with the sound of the lighter and the rapid breathing Voice.

"Jiuyazi, Jiuyazi." The gloomy voice came again, this time, before the voice hit the ground, I immediately turned my head, it was still the same as before, there was nothing.However, this time, I had a very strange feeling. I always felt that there was something staring at me in the dark.

(End of this chapter)