Chapter 440： Digging a grave tomb

The ancestral temple of Yejiacun is halfway up the mountain behind the village.

A few years ago, Ye Shaoyang came there once. He was only looking for the villagers to inquire about the flood situation. He went to the grave of his grandfather and father to worship and left. He did not enter the village and did not inform any relatives.

Since the time has not yet arrived, there is no one in the cemetery. The three men pass through the graves and come to the grave of their grandfather and father. The two graves are lined up together, and the grandfather is buried with his grandmother.

The tombstones in front of the two tombs look similar to the tombstones of many graves. When Ye Shaoyang came last time, I learned that these graves were buried in the dead of flash floods, and some had no descendants, so the village paid for it. , unified burial and then set up a monument.

In front of the two graves, there are blue bricks for burning paper money, and there are some unburned paper ash.

Ye Shaoyang asked Xiaoshuai to learn that this was the day of the Ghost Festival. When Ye Jun came to the grave, he gave the father and son three people a piece of paper, and he was greatly grateful. He saw no one in front of the two graves. I smashed three heads and squatted on the ground, looking at the two tombstones in a daze.

The pony didn't want to bother him. He wandered around in the cemetery. He suddenly ran over and screamed Ye Shaoyang. "Small leaves, not good..."

Ye Shaoyang stood up and asked, "What is wrong?"

The pony did not finish, walked between the two graves and pointed to the back of the two graves.

In front of the tombstone, I couldn't see the back of the grave. Ye Shaoyang hurriedly walked over and looked at his father's grave. He was shocked:

The father’s grave was actually wet, and there were some grass seedlings on it. The same was true of the graves of grandparents. After passing the grave **** and approaching the ground, the land is cracked into pieces, and the grass is not born.

Ye Shaoyang’s heart screamed and turned suddenly. He walked to the nearby graves and found one or two tombs that were wet and long grass.

What's the matter! Ye Shaoyang was a bit confused at the moment.

"Small leaves, will not be in your relatives..." The little horse did not finish, and immediately was glanced at by Ye Shaoyang.

"Don't talk nonsense! My dad has been dead for a few years, it's impossible, and there are seven such graves here. Is there seven dry marshes?"

The pony scratched his head and looked at him with wide eyes. It was related to Ye Shaoyang’s dead relatives. He didn’t dare to guess, and even dared to make jokes.

"I know," Ye Shaoyang slammed his head. "This is artificial, in order to cover the hiding place of the drought!"

What the pony had just said, suddenly came a footstep from the foot of the mountain, turned his head and looked at it. The group walked into the cemetery. The wizard walked in the middle of the villagers, walking along the side of the villagers. On the right is a man of fifty years old, dressed in a tunic suit, looks like a village cadre.

"This is our village chief Ye Bo." Xiaoshuai whispered.

After entering the cemetery, the group saw Ye Shaoyang three people, and their faces were puzzled.

Ye Bo naturally recognized Xiao Shuai, his eyes fell on his face and said: "What are you doing here, what are these two?"

Ye Shaoyang was afraid that the children could not answer well. He showed the stuffing and said first: "I have seen the village head, and my little boy is my aunt. This is my classmate. I have nothing to do during the summer vacation. Come and experience the life in the mountains."

Ye Bo’s face was disappointing and he said, “Would you come to the ancestors to do it?”

"This..." Ye Shaoyang scratched his head. "Small handsome said that it is haunted, we must bring us to find ghosts, we are all right, go up the mountain and take a look at the scenery."

Ye Bo stunned Xiao Shuai. "Children are nonsense, their graves, where are the ghosts!" But the suspicions in the heart were completely dispelled.

The sorcerer and the sorcerer helped the two, but they looked at Ye Shaoyang with a cold eye, but they did not dismantle them and ignored them. The sorcerer told the people: "Let's look for it together, see if there are any graves and long grasses, that is the lair's lair!"

The villagers smashed and looked around, and it was easy to find the seven graves and notified them to the wizard.

The wizards looked at each other and examined them. After a moment of conversation, the sorcerer looked around the villagers. The sound was like Hong Zhong’s saying: "There are seven graves here, and there are not seven, but it is impossible to have seven, but the drought is prevalent. It’s cracked everywhere, and the grass is not born. These seven graves are long grasses, so it’s unusual.

The specific reason is that I don't know, but the droughts and floods are likely to be hidden under one of the graves. Now, only the seven graves are dug up to find the droughts and floods. ”

When the words were spoken, the villagers suddenly talked about it. In the seven graves, there are many descendants of the tomb owners who are also on the scene, expressing disagreement.

"This is not the case, dig the graves of the people, what is this!"

"That is, the ancestral grave is related to a destiny, can't move!" Someone echoed.

Ye Bo got in front of the Master, respectfully and embarrassedly said: "Mr. Gu, this is not good. If you know that there is a drought in the grave, you will dig it, even dig seven graves, this..."

The wizard snorted and said: "Do you think that I think, digging the grave to dig the tomb, it is a loss of Yinde, but at the moment, the situation will be overwhelmed, and all must be tested!"

"This... If there are seven graves, are there no droughts?"

"Then I went to another village to find it, but if I had it, I was missed," the wizard squinted at Ye Bo. "You can be responsible for this responsibility as a village chief?"

Ye Bo was speechless, indulged for a moment, looked around and said: "I can't do this, the tomb's family is here, let's discuss it yourself."

The villagers are afraid to speak. After all, this kind of thing is not a party, and no one dares to open their opinions.

The descendants of the several tombs looked at each other. Of course, they didn’t want to dig their graves. But it’s really their turn to talk. No one dares to take the lead. The countryman is very awed by the people like the wizard. Offended, let's say that the wizard was invited by Wang Dashan, and no one wants to offend Wang Dashan.

Second, the fight against droughts and floods is a major event in the whole village or even the whole town. No one wants to be detained with a hat that affects the overall situation for their own interests.

The sorcerer saw this scene and looked around at everyone. The righteousness said sharply: "Citizens, it is important to respect the deceased, but the life of the living is the most important. I would rather take the name of the grave of the ancestors and do the same. I am only trying to get rid of droughts and floods, but also a local peace. Please cooperate."

When this inflammatory thing was said, everyone thought it was such a thing, and it was hard to say anything. Some people even nodded secretly.

Ye Bo sighed and said: "In any case, the graves of the graves must be approved by the immediate descendants. The descendants of the seven graves will stand up first and stand in front of their own ancestral graves."