I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 110 Defiled Grave
In the movie, whenever Adong and Shaodong are involved in changing their fate, there are always so many coincidences that change the outcome.

The most obvious example is the young master's fate being changed. He looked at his ancestral grave and saw a mudslide there, and looked at the exterior of the house being renovated. He wanted to change his soul but ended up sending the corpse of a murderer who had been butchered on a rainy night.

Chen Qingyuan went down the mountain holding the compass, called a taxi and stuffed a stack of money into the taxi: "I'm looking for a good Feng Shui site. I'll take care of all your time today!"

Taxis in Hong Kong Island are not cheap, and the drivers who can drive taxis are not that "grassroots", but the "base" of money given by Chen Qingyuan is larger!
The driver was in a good mood and said, "Boss, today I will never go west if you say east. As long as the money is enough, I will send you to the moon."

The compass needle rotates.

The taxi headed all the way to the southern district and finally stopped at the foot of Lotus Mountain.

The appearance of Lotus Mountain is somewhat similar to a flower bud about to bloom, and over time it got this name.

Lotus Mountain was not much developed during this period, and even many places still retained a hint of the original forest. Chen Qingyuan went up the mountain with a compass in hand, and wandered around in the old forest. The ground was uneven and overgrown with weeds, and he could even occasionally see small snakes crawling out of the grass.

Crawling for over an hour.

The compass needle responded more and more strongly. After Chen Qingyuan grabbed a few vines and climbed up the slope, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards him...

Everything in front of him made him frown.

Mass graves.

I'm afraid this is exactly what we are seeing.

In the old days, if people could not afford to buy a grave for burial, they would have to bury the body in a mass grave.

Who are buried in mass graves? Usually, the bodies of people who died in a foreign land and no one claimed them, as well as people who were sentenced to death for committing crimes. The rest are poor people who really have no money...

There are mountains everywhere, why not just find a place to bury your body?
Must he be buried in a mass grave?

In ancient times, there were landlords everywhere. Some seemingly deserted mountains might be the lands of this Mr. Zhang or that Mr. Li...

Reclamation on your own?
That's not OK.

You are just a poor commoner. What can you do if you have a lot of strength to reclaim wasteland? The land you reclaim has to be reported to the government. Only after going through layers of approval can it become yours.

but……

These well-cultivated places are usually targeted by landlords and officials, and then become their property. That is why there were so many cases of selling one's body to bury one's mother or father in ancient times. It was not because they could not afford a coffin, but because they could not afford the land for burial...

The mass grave in front of Chen Qingyuan had been filled with corpses for who knows how long.

The branches of the trees were intertwined, and a few rays of sunlight barely filtered through the gaps. The ground was covered with weeds and had many uneven pits and mounds.

There will also be tomb robbers in mass graves.

Even if there are no burial objects, the bodies of the dead are still very useful, such as a virgin who just died not long ago...

There was a highly decayed coffin in the grave pit on the ground. The gap was obviously broken by a crowbar. One could even see the gray skeleton half buried in the soil...

Chen Qingyuan walked in the mass grave, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

Although this place is remote, there is no shortage of new graves and new bodies. The reason is simple. During this era, the social organizations in Hong Kong Island were still very active...

The societies are engaged in fierce fighting.

The dead were either poured with cement and sunk into the sea, or taken to the mountains and buried.

No matter how someone died, their body could not be thrown directly on the street for the public to see.

Because the police station won't allow it.

If you can't find it, it means it's missing...

Chen Qingyuan suddenly stopped and the compass needle spun wildly. In front of him was a half-meter-high grave mound, which was actually made of cement.

The circular mound has no tombstone, but there is a half-rusted iron on the central dome.

Fortunately, there was a rusty iron pickaxe nearby. Chen Qingyuan picked it up and tried the feel of it. Without saying anything, he began to break the cement and dig the grave. The feng shui of the mass grave was very bad. According to the theory of fortune, the relatives of the people hiding here would not have any good luck...

The guy pouring cement on the grave didn't seem very professional.

The cement grade and proportion are incorrect, the cement is not hard enough and cannot withstand the damage of a pickaxe.

Soon the grave was dug up.

The soil was pushed aside.

Chen Qingyuan kept digging down along the half piece of rusty iron, and with a clang, he found the coffin.

When I looked closely, wow, I had just left the world of tomb-breaking, and now I encountered another one with similar methods. The rusty iron turned out to be an iron rod more than two meters long, which was stuck in the center of the coffin!
Keep digging.

Dirt cleaning.

When the coffin lid was opened, a foul odor immediately came out, almost making Chen Qingyuan vomit the food he had eaten yesterday...

The coffin was filled with yellow-brown feces-like stuff. It had been so many years, but the feces still remained sticky. Nothing else could be seen.

Chen Qingyuan tore off a piece of his clothes to cover his mouth and nose, and then he grabbed the iron rod with both hands and pulled it out with all his strength...

Wow!

The iron rod was unexpectedly easy to pull out.

But at the end, a corpse came out of the feces, the stench was overwhelming, and the surrounding weeds seemed to have dried up. Strangely enough, after the corpse came out, a large number of long bones slowly floated up in the feces of the coffin, which looked like snakes...

The corpse had been soaked in feces for a long time, and in addition to bones, a small amount of muscle tissue was still preserved.

Chen Qingyuan stuck the iron rod between two rocks, stepped on the rock with one foot and pulled hard!

Hospital……

Adong's eyes suddenly turned red, his hands kept scratching his chest, foam came out of the corners of his mouth, and his feet kept kicking on the bed, which scared Shaodong who was sitting next to him watching TV.

Shaodong stood up: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Ah Dong's chest felt like it was on fire. He trembled and managed to squeeze out a few words: "Quick, give me some water to cool down!"

The young master wanted to pull his arm, but was startled when his skin was touched: "It's so hot, you..." He pressed the call button on the bedside and took the basin to get cold water.

The nurse was also shocked when she came over. She took out the thermometer and put it under his armpit. Just a few moments later, the temperature was already over 40 degrees Celsius...

The young master brought some tap water, wet a towel and put it on Adong's forehead.

Something even more outrageous happened.

With a body temperature of over 40 degrees, the wet towel actually steamed...

Ah Dong tore off the gauze with all his strength and shouted, "Water, pour it directly on me, quick, more... more..."

The young master had a strong ability to execute. Without saying a word, he poured all the tap water in the basin from Adong's head to the soles of his feet.

The whole bed was filled with steam.

Ah Dong took advantage of the short cooling period to sit up with great effort. He made a hand seal with both hands and said to Shao Dong: "It seems that my benefactor has found the ancestral tomb. There must be something wrong there. I will chant sutras to calm my heart. You are responsible for pouring cold water over my head continuously..."

After he finished speaking, he began to recite the Buddhist Heart Sutra. His expression relaxed, but a red circle appeared on the skin on his chest.

Digging ancestral graves in the deep mountains and forests.

Chen Qingyuan felt that since coming to this world, his life experience had become more and more abnormal. First, he buried living people and planted life bases, then beat gongs and drums and sang elegies, and now he was digging up the graves of his ancestors.

(End of this chapter)