The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 109
The old stall head stared and said, "Why do country people have so many rules? Do you like to eat or not, or get out of here if you don't."

I shrank my neck, not daring to say anything more, so I quickly smiled apologetically, and asked again: "Uncle Tan... oh no, Uncle Tan, I just found a group of people wearing shrouds passing by in the village..."

Before I finished speaking, the old man was taken aback when he heard this, and suddenly stood up from his chair.

I was taken aback, wondering what happened to the old man?
The old man walked up to me, stared at me and said, "Did you see them?"

Seeing that the old stall's reaction was so violent, it seemed that I was not expecting those people when I saw them.

But I did see it, and I don't have to lie about it.

I nodded emphatically to show that what I said was true.

The old stall shook his head and muttered to himself: "Impossible, you saw them, but why did they..."

As he said that, the old stall head suddenly approached me again.

His body exuded a strong smell of dry tobacco, which went straight to my nose, making me want to cough all the time.I was too embarrassed to cough it up, so I could only hold it back, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

The old man came up to me, stretched out his dry, eagle-claw-like hands, and started to feel around me.

"Tan... Uncle Tan, you are..."

"Do you have anything to ward off evil spirits?" the old stall owner asked while touching it.

"Something to ward off evil..." I turned my head around, then took out the five emperors' money that my third uncle gave me on my chest, and asked, "Does this count?

This five emperors' money, the third uncle once urged me not to reveal it easily.Because he didn't know how many people in this world would covet this thing.Once it is exposed, it may be a disaster without reason.

But this old man saved my life anyway, without him I wouldn't be able to get out of the fog.And he gave me the impression that although he has a bit of a temper, he doesn't look like a bad person.So I took out the five emperors' money without hesitation.

When the old stall head saw the ancient coin, his eyes lit up immediately.Eyes were also attracted to the past.

Seeing his expression, I suddenly felt a little regretful.He wouldn't have other plans for the copper coin, would he?

I shrank back subconsciously.

The old stall owner realized that he had lost his composure, so he sighed and said, "So you have something to ward off evil spirits, it seems that this thing saved you..."

"Uncle Tan, why do you say that? What's going on with those people?" I was taken aback and wanted to ask clearly.

"They're all dead."

I nodded, not surprised at all.Are there any big living people walking around wearing shrouds in the middle of the night?
The old stall went on to say: "There is a custom in our area. After death, people will not be buried in ancestral graves, but will be buried on cliffs in our mountains."

"Cliff burial?" Hearing this word, I feel very fresh.I've heard of burials, burials at sea, and even tree burials.But I have never heard of such a form of cliff burial.

The old stall head nodded, motioning for me to continue listening.

"Cliff burial is actually very easy to understand. After a person dies, we hold a ceremony and throw the body off the cliff from the top of the mountain. Practicing cliff burial is a long-standing tradition in our place, and it seems to have begun in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. "

I grinned, feeling incredible.Generally speaking, when a family member dies, the younger generations will take extra care of the corpse, so in most areas, the corpse should be put into the coffin and buried in the soil for safety.Throwing the corpse from the cliff, can't it be smashed to pieces?Isn't that a kind of desecration of the corpse?

However, I know that the customs in some places are rather strange, and there are many taboos.So although I had many questions, I didn't dare to ask them.

It was the old stall who saw what I was thinking. He first filled another pot of cigarettes in a leisurely manner, and after taking a few puffs, he explained to me: "The custom of cliff burial is that the higher the top of the mountain where cliff burial is performed, , the higher the standard of cliff burial. When the dead body is thrown down from the mountain peak, the soul will be baptized by the mountain wind in the air and be purified. Naturally, the longer the time of falling, the higher the degree of purification. And the corpse After falling to the bottom, they usually fall to pieces, and the meat will be snatched by the mountain dogs, and only some bones will be left, which will be kept by the family as offerings.”

It was the first time I heard of this strange burial custom, but it made me break out in cold sweat.

I suddenly remembered the dead people walking in the mist, and asked again: "But those people I met, why weren't they buried in the cliff?"

The old stall owner glanced at me: "Who said they weren't buried in a cliff?"

"But their bodies... are obviously... still intact..."

"That's because all you see are their ghosts. And their bodies have been reassembled and carried up the mountain again..." the old stall said indifferently.

I was greatly shocked when I heard it. Everything that the old stall owner said tonight, almost everything was beyond my knowledge reserve, and it was something new that I had never heard of.

"Why... why do you have to fight? Will their bodies not be eaten by the mountain dogs?" I simply broke the casserole and asked the end. Since I came, I had to ask clearly.Maybe we can judge the third uncle and the others, as well as the news of the two couriers from this.

"That's because... well, don't bother asking, you're eating... think my pancakes are not tasty?" the old stall owner knocked the pot of cigarettes with the sole of his shoe and pointed at the pancakes. Said the pancake in my hand.

"Oh, it's delicious, I'll eat it." I bite the bullet, trying not to think about the scene where the old stall was shitting, and stuffed a few mouthfuls of pancakes into my mouth.

"That's because not all of the deceased who practiced cliff burial died. Many people died violently, such as car accidents, being killed, or having depression in their hearts before death, etc. After these people died, because their souls were still alive Haunted around the corpse, although the body was broken, the wild dogs did not dare to eat. Therefore, the body of these people will still be intact, but only in pieces. Therefore, after three days of cliff burial, the dead The family will go to the bottom of the cliff to search for the corpse. If the body is still there, the bone picker will be asked to pick up the body and broken bones, and then the corpse will be stitched up again by a mortician. After dispelling the resentment of the deceased, choose another day to do it again Cliff burial. Until the body of the deceased is eaten by mountain dogs."

After listening to it, I suddenly realized that this was really an informative experience.

The old stall owner then told me: "Those people you just saw in the mist are the ghosts who were led by the soul-leading banners to go to the cliff for burial after the body was put together. When they arrived on the mountain, they would re-enter their bodies and carry out Cliff burial. Some of them are close to the third cliff burial. We practice cliff burial here every six months, on the [-]th day of the third lunar month and the seventh day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar."

I glanced at my phone, and the calendar on it showed exactly the seventh day of the ninth lunar month.

(End of this chapter)