In the late autumn of 1975, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain in Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province, under a tall old locust tree, a group of villagers were surrounded, and everyone looked up at a notice pasted on the trunk of the tree.
The proclamation read: According to the instructions of the county revolutionary committee, all graves located on the road to Linggudong must be relocated within 15 days, and those graves that have not been relocated by that time will be regarded as ownerless graves, and the town revolutionary committee will organize the basic militia to be bulldozed in a unified manner.
The inscription is the Revolutionary Committee of Nanshan Town, Wuyuan County, and it is stamped with a bright red seal below.
Han Sheng squeezed out of the crowd and hurried towards the house.
Zhu Hansheng is 20 years old this year, and he follows his father, who is a barefoot doctor, as an apprentice at home on weekdays, doing some trivial things such as going up the mountain to collect medicine, pounding mortars, etc., although he is introverted, he is honest and loyal, and the old people in the village like him very much.
The three thatched houses at the east end of the village are his home, and some Chinese herbs such as Codonopsis and Bupleurum are planted in front of the door, and the big yellow dog is lazily lying on the threshold.
"Dad, someone from the town has posted a notice to move the ancestral grave within a time limit."
Before Han Sheng could enter the hospital, he shouted first.
"Oh."
The room responded.
His father is a barefoot doctor in the village, with average medical skills, but good medical ethics.
The room was dimly lit, and my father sat on a chair and pounded medicine in the medicine jar with a stone pestle in his hand, and the earthy smell of plant rhizomes emanated from all around.
"Dad, why did you move all the graves in front of Linggu Cave?"
Han Sheng asked his father.
Father shook his head.
"Our ancestors of the Zhu family have been buried in Linggu Cave for many generations."
"Yes, the age is too old, we can only manage your great-grandfather's generation, let me see, tomorrow is Gengxu Day, it is suitable to break the ground and move the grave, let's go tomorrow."
Father said with his fingers pinched.
Hansheng's mother died very early, and it was his father who worked hard to bring him up, relying on a little ancestral medical skills to barely survive.
In the old days of traditional Chinese medicine, more or less involved a little feng shui, my father also gave others a yin house, and later he was criticized in the middle, saying that it was feudal superstition, and since then, my father has never mentioned this file again.
"If only there was something in the old tomb."
Han Sheng muttered to himself.
"Our family is poor, what else can there be in the tomb besides a handful of bones, and we are disrespectful to our ancestors."
His father glared at him.
That night, Han Sheng lay on the bed and tossed and turned, digging an old grave was a rare thing, and he was excited when he thought of it.
In the early morning, the finches in the yard are chirping.
Han Sheng lit the fire early and cooked some sweet potato porridge, the days were hard, he still grabbed more rice and put it in the pot, today is different from usual.
After eating, he and his father set off with hoes, shovels, umbrellas and two cloth bags.
Wuyuan is one of the six counties of the ancient Huizhou Prefecture, and is also the hometown of Zhu Xi, a famous physicist in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Climb a mountain, look back at the southwest direction, when Zhu Xi returned to his hometown to sweep the tomb, he planted 24 ancient giant sequoia trees with 24 filial piety, has been more than 800 years, still standing silently on Wengong Mountain.
"Keep up, it's almost seven o'clock, don't miss the hour."
Father urged from the front.
Han Sheng reluctantly turned around to keep up, no wonder some people say that Wuyuan is the most beautiful countryside in China, which is categorically true.
In front of it is a turquoise bamboo forest, and through the bamboo forest, it is the famous Linggu Cave.
The mountains in this area are all limestone, and there is a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which erodes many karst caves, and Linggu Cave is the largest of them.
It is said that no one has ever entered the bottom of the cave, and just standing at the entrance of the cave, you will feel a dark wind coming, and children will not dare to approach, and it is said that the black entrance of the cave will suck people in.
There are already scattered graves in the bamboo forest, some of the tombstones are crooked, that is the bamboo whip arch that runs rampant everywhere under the ground, and the ancestral tomb of the Zhu family is still in front, not far from the entrance of the Linggu Cave.
"Quack."
Two crows stood on the grassy grave and looked at it.
"Here it is, it's your great-grandfather's grave."
As he spoke, the father put down the hoe he was carrying, and the tombstone was also crooked.
Han Sheng shouted and blasted away the two black crows.
"Han Sheng, you have to remember that you have to hold your breath when you open the coffin board, there is corpse gas in the sealed coffin, and you will get sick if you inhale it."
The father raised the hoe.
"Does corpse qi have a color?"
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asked Han Sheng.
"Yes, but most people can't see it."
"What color are they?"
asked Han Sheng with interest.
"Well, it's generally light gray, but there are also black, like smoke, it's very evil, and the most terrible thing is the red corpse gas, and if you get it, you can't save it."
Father explained.
When Han Sheng heard this, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.
In the bamboo forest, the fog swamp, the clumps of Aedes mosquitoes fanned their wings, staring at these two hot-blooded human beings, Han Sheng couldn't help but shiver, this kind of mosquito bites silently, the bite is not big, but itchy, you hate to pick out that piece of meat.
The father was digging the soil with a hoe, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Han Sheng handed over the towel, grabbed the hoe and started to do it, after all, he was a young man, physically strong, and the speed was obviously much faster.
The father sat down and smoked a cigarette, the smell of cigarettes spread, and the mosquitoes retreated into the bamboo forest.
Han Sheng was digging hard, and there were already high mounds around him, and at this moment, suddenly his subordinates felt something different, "bang", the hoe sank, and the wrist flipped hard, and he pulled out a black-brown plank.
"There is black gas, dodge" There was a loud shout behind him, and his father jumped down in the air, grabbed Han Sheng with one hand and pushed him up.
Han Sheng looked back, only to see his father's body shake a few times, and a hand took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, it turned out that his father had already prepared.
Han Sheng hid outside the circle, looking carefully inside the pit, but he couldn't see anything.
The father continued to clean up the floating soil, and after priing the lid of the coffin with all his might, he jumped up and gasped for breath with his mouth open.
"Daddy, I can't see the black gas."
Han Sheng hugged his father.
"Of course, you haven't learned the method of contemplating qi yet, so naturally you can't see it."
The father replied.
Han Sheng stood on tiptoe and looked into the dirt pit.
"Wait for the corpse to dissipate before going down."
My father lit another cigarette.
"Dad, how can there be black gas in the coffin of the great-grandfather?"
asked Han Sheng.
The father sighed and said, "Your great-ancestor is also a Langzhong, probably because he is afraid that someone will rob the tomb, so he put toad mandal powder in it." ” "Can this toad mandolin powder produce poisonous corpse gas?"
asked Han Sheng.
"Although this flavor medicine only has an anesthetic effect, it is combined with the decaying substance when the corpse is decomposed, and it will produce a highly toxic black corpse gas."
"Then what about the most powerful red corpse qi, how did it come out" Han Sheng felt more and more excited when he heard this strange thing for the first time.
"Daddy hasn't met him in his life."
Father said.
At this moment, a ray of sunlight shone down obliquely and shone into the earthen pit.
The father jumped up, grabbed his umbrella and stood on the mound, holding it open to block out the sun.
"The bones of the ancestors can't see the sun, the cold is born, the corpse qi has been dissipated, you go down to collect the bones for your great-ancestors."
His father encouraged Han Shengdao.
Han Sheng picked up a cloth bag and jumped down the pit with courage.
A scattered yellow-brown skeleton lies quietly in a coffin, and the smell of damp soil and plant rhizomes smells in his nose.
Han Sheng frowned, his eyes scanned the coffin, and he didn't find any burial items, there was some extremely fine dust at the bottom of the coffin, which buried some bones.
He muttered, squatted down and began to collect his bones, and for the first time in his life, he got into the coffin, panicked and uneasy.
The bones were put into the cloth bag one by one, and the fascia between the bones had long since disappeared, so the joints were separated, and it was easy to pick up, and finally the skull was picked up and carefully stuffed into the pocket.
"Daddy, you're done."
Han Sheng shouted.
In the late autumn in the south of the Yangtze River, the weather is changeable, and the sun is shining down just now, but at the moment it is dark clouds covering the sun, and it is raining.
"Hansheng, the time has passed, let's go back."
Father looked up at the lead-gray sky and shook his head.
"What about the other tombs," Han Sheng asked.
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"Let's choose another auspicious day."
His father took Han Sheng's hand and dragged him up.
The father and son returned the same way, and when they rushed back to the door of the village owner's house, their clothes were already soaked
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