In the middle of the night, a group of young and strong men were screaming for their mothers in a valley surrounded by mountains.
As for Old Yellow, who had opened the coffin, he froze on the spot. His eyes were wide open in anger, and even his mouth was wide open.
It was as if he had lost his soul in an instant as he stood motionless on the spot.
Everyone retreated. The viewers in the live broadcast room were also stunned by the scene in front of them.
There was a person sitting in the open coffin.
He looked so small, and his dry cheekbones were high. His entire face was black, and his eyes were sunken.
His sparse white hair was behind his head, making him look like a dried corpse.
"Old ancestor, he, he died fifty years ago, right?”
Finally, someone mustered up the courage to say something. His words made everyone tremble violently.
That's right, the old ancestor had been dead for decades, but he was still sitting in the coffin. His corpse had not decomposed!
Besides…besides, when a person was buried, he should be lying in the coffin. Why was he sitting?
Old Huang gulped. He was really scared tonight.
After the series of events, he thought that he would be numb to the scary things.
He was wrong, he was very wrong. He was not bold enough at all. The old ancestor had almost scared him to death just now.
"It would be strange if his corpse could rot naturally in the path of the netherworld. It was normal for his corpse to not rot.”
Jiang Ye calmly explained the reason. When Old Yellow heard that it was a normal reaction, it felt a little better.
"The old ancestor died at the age of a hundred. Only he could still sit in the coffin in this state. If it was an ordinary person, they would not be able to sit down at all.”Old Huang mustered up his courage and said something, then walked towards the coffin.
As Jiang Ye expected, the coffin was filled with god statues, all of which were attached to the side of the coffin.
He was also sitting in the coffin with a clay statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in his arms.
No wonder Elder Luo said that the Ji Family's Old Ancestor was an old immortal that was spoken of in all the villages. He could see through the Dao of the Netherworld and could set up Yin Formations. Only an old man like him who had lived for a hundred years knew of this ability.
The tomb fell silent again. After a minute or two, someone suddenly shouted,"In that case, it's really the old ancestor who's causing trouble in the village?”
Old Yellow didn't say anything, and the others gritted their teeth.
Most people knew about the legend of the Junshan Reservoir, but only Old Huang and Elder Luo knew that something even bigger had happened at the Junshan Reservoir in 1969.
This cemetery must have been chosen by the old ancestor before he died. He had cut off the path of rebirth for the future generations. How could the ancestors buried in the surrounding mountains not explode?
He died on New Year's Eve in 1968, and in 1969, the mountain was lit by candlelight for many hours.
This was what the ancestors on the mountain were telling the younger generation that someone was causing trouble.
However, no one thought of that. People even blew out the candles.
The light at night was sometimes not a bad omen. It might be a bright light.
However, the people did not understand that blowing out the candles meant that the road was cut off. How could those who blew out the candles have peace?
"Carry the corpse out and set it aside for someone to burn tomorrow. He scattered seven miles of paper money in front of and behind his grave. As long as there were relatives buried here, they would be notified one after another. They would throw money and burn paper while shouting for their dead relatives to be reborn.”
Jiang Ye instructed Old Yellow. When the villagers who had rushed over heard this, how could they dare to refute him?
The old ancestor, who had not decayed for fifty years, had already explained everything. When he carried the old ancestor's corpse out and tore apart the divine portraits and the clay sculpture of Ksitigarbha, the mountain forest was filled with a strong wind.
"Sob…"
The wind blew into the forest, making a sound like someone crying.
The sound was very scary, but the surrounding mountains suddenly emitted light.
First, there was one dot, then two dots, three dots, and finally, the entire mountain was filled with light dots!
An old man from the nearest Luo village walked out of the house shakily with a walking stick. When he saw the light that covered the mountains and plains, tears flowed down his face.
"It's been fifty years, a whole fifty years, and the mountain is bright again!”
"Father, the sin back then was not your fault!”
Elder Luo did not know what had happened at the Junshan Reservoir, but there was a saying that one could tell the destiny at fifty. Elder Luo was now eighty-six, and he seemed to see his father in those spots of light.
This was a mysterious feeling. He didn't know why it came. He only knew that his gaze had been staring at a spot of light.
After looking at it for a long time, those light spots flew up and swept toward the back of Junshan Reservoir.
Elder Luo saw it even more clearly. The light spots gradually faded away, and more and more people walked out of the stockade. They were all alarmed.
Just like Elder Luo, everyone felt a sense of intimacy from the light spots.
Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.
However, the audience in the live broadcast room thought of something and asked,"Streamer, these light spots can't be the people who died nearby after 69 years, right?”
Jiang Ye didn't say yes or no. He just smiled and said,"From now on, Junshan Reservoir will be peaceful.”
"Look, there are more and more light spots. It's so mysterious and magical.”
"The idiot above, right? Do you still want to exclaim how beautiful it is? Think about Old Huang. He used pomelo leaves to bathe and the basin was filled with human faces. Do you still think it's so mysterious and magical?”
Old Huang sat on the ground and cried loudly. Only he understood the feeling of surviving a disaster.
He was the only one who had been at the center of this matter. Now that he heard Jiang Ye say that Junshan Reservoir was peaceful, he really couldn't hold back his emotions.
Someone called home and asked for joss sticks and paper money.
One spread to ten, ten spread to a hundred. More and more people from the surrounding villages gathered at Junshan Reservoir.
However, at this moment, Old Yellow saw a person slowly climbing out of his fish pond. That figure was so familiar.
It was Little Feifei!
Not long after Little Fei flew ashore, another figure climbed out. It was a boy around 12 or 13 years old.
If Elder Luo was here, he would be able to recognize some people, such as the girl called Tingfang and the young man called Erdong…
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