the last priest

In the dark night, there was a violent storm, but the raindrops did not show any signs of getting me wet. Those raindrops that looked like soybeans were flying one after another, but my surroundings were like an invisible wall, blocking all the wind and rain from the outside. .

I wanted to jump off that coffin, but found that apart from the existence of consciousness, my hands and feet could not move at all.I want to shout, but my throat has lost the function of sounding, just like a puppet being put on a coffin, there are some people in the front and back, they are wearing big black robes, covering the whole person, I feel They are not walking, but floating.

Along the way, except for the scriptures they kept chanting, there was the sound of wind and rain. They carried the coffin and walked to the back of the village.Our village is not big, there are hundreds of households, and we walked to places where no one was around.

After passing the General Temple, there is a section of mountain road inside, and along the mountain road is a reservoir.Two miles further into the reservoir is the barren hills and old forests, where few people usually go there.

Seeing their direction is going into the mountain, when I was very young, I followed an adult into it once.The reason why there is a reservoir in this place is because there is a river further inside. No one knows where the source of the water is. In short, it is a waterfall hanging from a very high cliff, forming one pool after another.The water here is very cold, even in midsummer, adults can't stay in this river for a few minutes, and the water temperature will make people freeze into a sieve for shaking chaff.

Among them, there is the largest water pool located under the canyon. Probably after the liberation, people from other places have lined up to pray for rain.The location of the rain-seeking ceremony is in this largest pool, and the locals also call it Dalongtan.Those who prayed for rain did not communicate with our locals. They came here blowing suona and drums, and returned home waving colorful flags and chanting scriptures.Where these people come from, no one knows, but since the reform and opening up, fewer and fewer people come to pray for rain.Until the mid-to-late 90s, no one came again. The reason for not coming is said to be that people who understand this ritual and can read scriptures are gone. This magical ritual similar to shamanism just disappeared. in our memory.

The road was getting smaller and smaller, and there were branches passing by. I could clearly feel those small branches cutting my skin and leaving scars, but there was no pain.The road became more and more curved, the woods became denser and denser, and soon I was lost in this dark night.

Besides, Cha Wenbin went out and headed straight for the [-]th bend. When he arrived, the whole [-]th bend was in a mess. With wisps of green smoke.The only thing that can make such a big noise is thunder, but this thunder is not struck by Cha Wenbin's Five Thunder Curse. This is the power that thunder should have, which is the thunder we usually see.Both the so-called Five Thunder Curse and the True Thunder Curse have used the power of thunder in nature to form a formation. Its power cannot be compared with the nine-day real thunder. The real thunder has a lightning bolt with a voltage of hundreds of thousands of volts. Who can drive it?

I don't know when these eighteen graves came into existence at Shibawan. Now that today's punishment has been born, Cha Wenbin knows a thing or two that a disaster is about to come.

But there are no stars tonight, and it is completely impossible to rely on the stars to determine the direction of the green dragon. If you want to break this situation, the only way is to find the head dragon and release all the dragon energy.

Qinglong is in charge of the change of rainy weather, so people came here to pray for rain a long time ago.The rain can be big or small, if it rains at the right time, it is nectar, if it rains violently, it is a flood.Someone discovered the location of the blue dragon, and cleverly used several large tombs to build the Fengshui Bureau of Yulong Dragon.

All things can be used, but all things have spirituality. Dragons are things that ordinary people cannot control. Once they are turned over by them, it will be a natural disaster.Just like the reason that medicine can save people and kill people, because one end of the Feng Shui bureau was broken, this green dragon has now become a tyrannosaurus.Cha Wenbin still doesn't know what is behind all this. All he can do is find another golden well as soon as possible.Then open the well to see the sun, moon and stars, and let the dragon energy flow back to nature.

In this way, our village will bid farewell to the protection of the dragon and return to an ordinary small village. Once the dragon's breath is released, the rain will naturally stop, and everything will return to the beginning.

When I got home, I checked that Zhuo Xiong and Zha Brown had improved, and lit incense candles to plead for their lives to exorcise them. At dawn, they finally woke up, while I fell into a complete coma.

I have no memory of that incident, and I can only listen to my mother tell me about that episode afterwards, which almost drove her crazy.

My family education is relatively strict, and my mother never let me sleep in since I was a child. After they got up, they would call my name in the living room on the first floor as usual.In the past, I would stay on the bed for four to five minutes at most, and if I hadn't gone downstairs after this point, my mother would come up and twist my ears.

Reminiscent of staying up late last night, my mother let me sleep for an extra hour for the first time.When she was about to grab me out of bed an hour later, she found me lying on the floor.My face was pale and bloodless, no matter how I shouted, I didn't respond, the Walkman beside me was still playing the cassette, and there was a mahogany sword on the ground, the wooden sword body was already cracked.

My mother carried me downstairs. The rain outside still didn't stop. They wanted to take me to the hospital, but all the roads that could be used by traffic were flooded.They wrapped my body in a poncho, and then used their shoulders and legs to climb mountain roads and walk on small roads. They stopped a car in the town and sent me to the county hospital.

All the inspection indicators were normal, except for the high temperature. No doctor could explain why, and I just fell into a coma.The imprint of the copper coin on the chest was extraordinarily red, as if it had just been branded with iron tongs.I didn't wake up until the middle of the night, and my situation was exactly the same as that of my aunt back then.I refused to stay in the hospital, lost my temper, and often said things that they couldn't understand. My mother said that it was the same as singing in an opera, and there was a fierce look in my eyes that didn't match my age. .

Because of the lessons learned from the past, they guessed that I had touched something dirty that night, but the persistent high fever made them afraid to take me away from the hospital.The person who came at that time was not Cha Wenbin, but grandma.

My grandma knows some tricks. When she was young, she and grandpa ran a coffin shop, and they dealt with dirty things no less than Cha Wenbin.In my grandmother’s hometown, there is a kind of folk witchcraft called "Nianmi". Later, I also learned this set from my grandmother, but the strange language is really difficult to understand. In fact, my grandmother didn’t understand what she said. What exactly is it, but memorized by rote.

"Nianmi" is a kind of folk witchcraft that is about to be lost. It is impossible to verify where this witchcraft came from and who initiated it.The things she needs are also very simple, a candle, an embroidery needle, a small bag made of old clothes, a handful of fried half-baked rice, a bowl, a pair of chopsticks, and a glass of water. Every family can find it.

The chopsticks should be placed in the bowl first, and the bowl is half filled with water. The explanation about this thing was given on TV later, but I tried it, but it didn’t work.At that time, my ward was arranged separately, and this was due to Cha Wenbin's relationship, so my grandmother did this "indigenous ritual" in my ward.

After setting up the chopsticks, grandma lit the candle and put the half-cooked rice into the cloth bag. The rice should be placed just enough to round the cloth bag. .After putting the rice in, I sewed up the opening of the bag with a needle and thread, then pressed the bag under my head, and then chanted scriptures to the pair of chopsticks standing in the bowl.

While chanting sutras, you have to go around the bowl in circles, three times to the left and three times, and so on.The scriptures she read were long and difficult to memorize, and they were definitely not the Jinhua dialect of her hometown, nor the Hongcun dialect she lives in now, or a language that belongs to this world at all.

After reading the scriptures, grandma took out the bag that was under my head, and then poured all the rice in the cloth bag into a small bowl, and found that there was only half a bowl of rice left, and there was still half a bowl of rice to go. Where, no one knows.Grandma explained to me that the half of the bowl had been taken away by dirty things. She took away the rice and bad luck.

If there is more than half a bowl of rice left, you have to refill it and continue chanting until there is only half a bowl left.The half-bowl of rice was going to be cooked into rice, but it was not yet fully cooked, and it was a little bit raw. After I ate it, I immediately started to vomit. All kinds of unpleasant smells made the doctors in the hospital reluctant to come in at that time.

After vomiting, I felt comfortable. At this time, my grandmother took a handful of glutinous rice mixed with white wine and pushed it all over my body. After repeated pushing, white things like threads began to appear on the glutinous rice. This thing is called "wool". Sha".Grandma said that this thing was affected by the filth of the epidemic, and I could only use the method left by my ancestors, but it was true. There was indeed a record of this "wool Sha" in Chinese medicine, and Western medicine has not yet explained its cause.

After rubbing, the reddest spot on my body was no longer the coin stamp, but was located one inch above the navel.Grandma used an embroidery needle to directly pierce the skin after baking it on a candle. She fiddled with it a few times, and a black hair-like thing about two centimeters long was gently pulled out. Sha", as long as you take out this thing, the fever will subside.

Sure enough, my high fever subsided the next day, but I was still in a dissociative state, as if I had lost my soul.At that time, Dad and the others were going to take me home first to find Zha Wenbin, but Zha Wenbin had left home for a night and no one knew where he had gone, and our village was almost surrounded by floods. . . . . .