My name is Zhao Jianguo.

I do n't know why my dad gave me this name. Everyone thought it was because he was a brave man who took part in the revolution in his early years, because of his love for this country and this party. Yes, he I like this country of people's democratic dictatorship, and this nation for which he fought blood and blood.

So my name is Zhao Jianguo.

Of course, this is the understanding of others.

My father, a soldier who used to be distinguished in military service, because of his craftsmanship during the war, yes, our old Zhao family, all of them, were divided into northern factions, for the purpose of touching Captain Gold. At that time, he Is to throw the whole person, the whole heart, all into the party where he is loyal. He can ignore anybody 's eyes, ignore other people 's eyes, and act alone again and again, relying on his own dug buckets to change Make money, and then dig out his own pocket to help, selflessly dedicated to the team he fought with. Because of this, he has been respected by others.

However, in the following ten years of catastrophe, what he used to defend with the blood of life suddenly changed the taste overnight. It was a decade of lack of faith that completely reversed black and white. It was also because of his craftsmanship that he was Putting on a high hat, being criticized again and again as the bourgeois tail, it was even more difficult for the comrades-in-arms of the year to pull out the bucket.

Until he died, he didn't understand why it was all this.

As an old-fashioned craftsman, when he died, in order to clarify the relationship with this big villain, he didn't see a comrade in his comrades who participated in his funeral, only a few comrades in another level who he landed together, their The situation is not better than him, but he came. What must be said is that my father, until his death, did not leave a penny for the family. There is only an old house in Zhaojiatunzi, and because of the movement of criticizing the landlords and the riches China was allocated to the poor.

So his funeral was very simple and had to be simple. This is something I always think of, and it is extremely sad. Because of the tight wind and the pedantic of the old man, I am just being a farmer. Even at that funeral, my father's coffin was buried. It was the coffin I dug out at night to dig out the graves of others.

Yes, even the coffins are used.

This is how helpless.

What I want to talk about, his origins began exactly with my father's funeral.

His funeral was simple, but the entire Zhaojiatunzi was a family five hundred years ago. The simplicity of the peasants was here. Most of the people in the entire village came almost to participate in my father's funeral.

I remember that day was a sunny and sunny day. According to our rules in Henan, they must be buried before 12 o'clock, because the ancients believed that 12 was an end, not the extreme number ever thought. 9. After twelve At that point, the Ghost Gate will be closed, and the human soul cannot fall into reincarnation.

Although the coffin is old, it has been refurbished and repainted in black paint. If outsiders don't need to look at it, if it is given to ordinary people, don't worry, no one can find anything abnormal.

However, this is Zhao Jiatunzi, who participated in the funeral, more or less once did the business of the inverted bucket, not to mention, at the funeral there are several older seniors who are as high as my father, they look at me The eyes were weird, and I think they must have seen something.

But fortunately, they did not break through me, I think, they saw through my pains.

Therefore, the entire funeral process was very smooth. Because it was in this special decade, many rules were omitted, and all the way to the grave dug by some of my brothers in advance.

My wife, as well as my two sons, are at the end of the funeral procession. According to the rules, my wife must use a square hoe to break into four pieces and place them in the four corners of the grave. It should be the meaning of asking future generations not to worry about food and clothing, and to bless the grain.

After placing the hoe, several men of his family carried the coffin and stepped on a special step, preparing to put the coffin into the grave where the hoe was placed on the dead end.

However, at this time, Luoyang, which was originally a long, clear sky, suddenly rained heavily, as if a certain god in the sky was urinating, and the rain drowned the funeral procession.

Moreover, the sky was roaring with thunder and lightning that can make people daring.

As the host family, I want to be buried quickly, so that my relatives and friends can have a light meal at home to cope with the sudden sudden rain.

However, a few of my father's friends, including the elders in the village, could ignore me using a second-hand coffin to enter my father, but they could not tolerate the burial of my father with water in the grave.

This is also because the rules of Henan, as a cultural center for thousands of years, have a lot of scary traditions in the Central Plains, not to mention this is in remote rural areas, where the old people are extremely stubborn and adhere to the tradition that many modern civilized people think ridiculous. .

Among them, the reason they stopped me from burial is: Yulin Peng, Peng (read once), Yulin Tomb, rich for generations. This slang word means bankruptcy, which means that the family will always be miserable.

This old saying, as the name suggests, is that if it rains before the burial, and the rain drips into the grave, then it must not be buried. In this way, all the luck in the graveyard will be scattered by the rain, and future generations will be miserable.

If it rains after the burial of the round grave, and the rain drips on the grave, it is a good sign that future generations will be rich and rich.

In the face of this kind-hearted obstruction, I can't say anything, because this is for my good. Fortunately, this rainstorm comes fast, and it also goes fast. It probably stopped for five minutes.

Because the ancestral tombs of the Zhao family were in a crop field and loess everywhere, half a pit of rainwater gathered in just a few minutes. We waited there, and the rainwater in the pit naturally percolated.

This waiting will not be too fast, the rain will soon dry out, leaving yellow mud, but at this time, there was a burst of exclamation in the crowd.

The crowd soon became turbulent. Everyone gathered around the grave where the water had been dried out, and gave pointers. Several elders in my clan pulled their faces together and shouted at me: Jianguo, what are you waiting for, Quickly buried.

Because in the grave in the ground, after the water has dried out in the shade, there are countless loachs at a glance. This is not a strange place, because things in the world have undergone changes like vicissitudes of the sea, and many places just spend a few days in a rain pit. There may be small fish, and it is a normal natural phenomenon to explain it by geography.

Strangely, these loach are all golden yellow with long beards and golden scales on their bodies.

Yes, this is not ordinary loach, it has scales.

The origin of our troupe skills of Zhaojiatunzi is the Fengshui mystic book. Therefore, almost everyone knows the story of the old man Guo Guozi being beheaded when he turned the dragon. It is the dragon.

Feng Shui Xuan Shu is a book about Feng Shui's good publicity, and everyone is familiar with it in Zhaojiatunzi.

This is because the result is that almost everyone can recognize that this thing is not loach, but dragon owl, something that can be bred only in a dragon cave. Everyone has heard of it in Kunlun Mountain. There must be such things in the Chinese ancestors' veins, but no one has ever seen them.

But there is no doubt that the appearance of this kind of thing in a graveyard is tantamount to the old dragon of Guo Guozi.

For that reason, this is not an ordinary village. This is Zhaojiatunzi. Anyone with a yellow mouth can tell you a few obscure allusions in feng shui science, so this thing appeared here and caused a commotion.

Because this is something that can only appear in the Dragon's Lair.

If Zhaojia Tunzi had a dragon cave, how could he escape everyone's eyes.

What's more, there are only two small earth hills in Zhaojiatunzi. The ancestral tomb of Zhao family ancestors is just worthy of the Tibetan wind and water. Where there is a little bit of dragon spirit, even if there is a dragon cave, we dare not bury people. How could a family of the age-old Douer have a blessing to dispel dragon spirit.

I was still shocked to see this kind of thing that was only seen in the legend, and was yelled by several elders in the clan that made me bury my father quickly.

I hesitated.

Anyone who knows Feng Shui Xuan will not think innocently. If they take up Dragon Cave, they will have the honor of the Nine-Five Years. Father Guo is a bloody example.

My old patriarch living more than a hundred years old, holding a cane and holding my head, cursing: You hurry to bury me, and after speaking, seeing that I haven't moved, I ordered a few young men who carried the coffin to say: Start listening to me now. All of me at the Zhaojiatunzi, all present, took the ancestors to swear. What I saw today is not allowed to be circulated.

But the coffin had just been put into the grave, and after the rain had already come out of the sun, there was a sudden thunder in the ground.

A flash of lightning, under the eyes of everyone, smashed into my dad's coffin.

This coffin was torn apart in an instant, and my dad in the coffin was also ashed by the clothes slashed by lightning, becoming a naked man.

The crowd exploded again.

The old patriarch burst into tears, drinking loudly to stop the noisy crowd, with a big wave of his hands, shouted: bury.

Several young men were respectful to the old patriarch and directly abandoned me as a master, and a very ordinary grave was buried in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the whole of me was in a state of muddiness. The old patriarch was in control of the situation. I followed the crowd like a wood and went home. Several neighbours helped cook the fire and boiled a large pot of ginger soup. Everyone drives off the cold, and I look at the ginger soup in front of me, shaking.

The old patriarch came to the house with a bowl of ginger soup and let a few villagers in the back room drink it. Sitting in front of me, he said softly: Jianguo, you are afraid.

I didn't care about the respect of the patriarch, and shouted: "Old patriarch, you are confused!" This will kill our entire village.

The old patriarch took a sip of soup, sighed, and whispered softly: Jianguo, I ask you, how did your father die, and now the world is chaotic. Do you think that there will still be a way for our Zhaojia Tunzi to continue this chaos, Which villages in the surrounding villages haven't looked down upon us at Zhaojiatun, now they are trying hard to dig old accounts. In this way, life is better than death! Think about how we have come over the past few years. After the fight with the bandits and the old day, after the old day, hit the old Chiang, now it's alright! It's all gone! Let's start hitting our people.

I quickly covered the old patriarch's mouth to stop him from talking nonsense. He had ears in the wall. If you do n't know it for yourself, you ca n't understand what those years were like. The old patriarch was also afraid because the entire Zhao family was being rectified. .

Things were really weird when they were buried.

First, there was a dragon in the grave.

Then Lei hacked the coffin, hacking my father's body naked.

Can you think of anything, can you think of the grandfather Guo, who was recorded by my ancestor Zhao in his notes, when he was buried, he asked that he be naked?

All this is coincidence.

It's still a cycle of destiny. The destruction of the old Guo's family will fall on the head of my old Zhao's family. Is it true that the old Guo has spirits in heaven and wants to re-use his old Guo family's ancestral Fengshui technique to do evil decisive fighting? Zhao's family,