After getting off the carriage, Wang Shoudao saw that the five children were a little timid, so he gave them a boost in morale. Wang Shoudao's words to boost morale were nothing more than 50 taels of silver, the possession of the Yang God of the Six Clans, invulnerability to all evils, digging up this dead person was to accumulate Yin virtue for himself, and there would be good karma in the future, and so on.
In fact, most of these words were just to fool people. Just like the protective amulet of the Six Armaments, it was only because the Yin Qi was heavy when they dug the tomb at night. They were afraid that after they dug the tomb, the Yin Qi inside would wash over them. The Six Jia Gods belonged to the Yang God, and their Yang Qi was extremely strong. In addition, they were all virgins. With the Yang Qi protecting their bodies, there would be no problem digging up male corpses at night. If they were told that they would be punished by the Six Armored Gods if they left the Cai Clan, it was purely to scare them. If they insisted on leaving, Wang Shoudao really couldn't do anything to them.
Wang Shoudao had managed to hoodwink the few of them, and their morale had been boosted. My great-great-grandfather carried him on his back. Two of them walked in front, and the other five followed behind with applied items.
Soon, they came to the small stone bun that they had seen during the day. After my great-great-grandfather put Wang Shoudao down, Wang Shoudao took the bowl of chicken blood from a boy and tilted the bowl. As he walked, he poured the chicken blood on the ground. After walking around the stone bun, the bowl of chicken blood in his hand was poured clean.
Pouring chicken blood is also a way to suppress the Yin Qi in the tomb. When many families move their ancestral graves here, they will occasionally use chicken blood to wash it off. Some use it to wash away bad luck, some use it to wash away Yin Qi. Nowadays, most people use it to wash away bad luck. Actually, there's nothing particular about it. It's just for psychological comfort.
After Wang Shoudao poured out the chicken blood, he threw the bowl on the stone bag. As the porcelain bowl shattered, he waved his hand at the five children and shouted,"Do it, dig!"
Wang Shoudao gave the order, but the children hesitated. They held the tools in their hands and didn't dare to move forward. At this moment, my great-great-grandfather snatched the tools from one of the children and was the first to dig on the stone bag.
After my great-great-grandfather dug a few times, the others saw that there was nothing wrong and immediately became bolder. Then, they followed suit and started digging. This small green mountain wasn't big. It was about three to four miles in circumference and less than a hundred meters in height. That was what it looked like. Because it was too small, there were no specific statistics on the place. Actually, it wasn't appropriate to call it a "mountain". It was more appropriate to call it a "ridge", but that was what the locals called it.
The soil of this small green mountain was very special. It was mixed with earth and stone and was not completely petrified. Otherwise, it would be difficult for ordinary people to dig graves here with the simple tools of the ancient times.
The tomb of the flower guardian ghost was not deep. Just imagine how deep the tomb of an enemy could be. It was about three feet, which was about one meter. The top was paved with gravel, and the bottom was mud. It was easy to dig.
My great-great-grandfather took the other five children and used less than an hour to completely dig out the stone bag.
At this moment, Wang Shoudao lit up the lantern he had brought and raised it to shine inside.
There was no coffin under the stone bag, only a rotten straw mat wrapped around a person. At this time, the straw mat was already rotten beyond recognition, like a layer of dung scattered on the corpse.
Perhaps due to the soil quality, the corpse was still well preserved. It had already become a dried corpse. The clothes on its body were almost rotten, and the style could no longer be seen. Its entire body was purplish-black. At first glance, it looked like dried bacon. The dried meat wrapped around a skeleton. The bones of the limbs, ribs, and so on were clearly visible. There was a fist-sized wound on the dried skin of his abdomen. From the outside, he could vaguely see the remains of plants and roots inside, but they had long withered. Perhaps the wildflower had grown from here.
The most terrifying thing about the male corpse was its head. A layer of dry skin was stuck to a skull. The nose was gone, leaving two black spots the size of soybeans. There were only two black lips left, and the teeth inside were white. The eyeballs had already collapsed, and the eyelids were stuck to the eye sockets, like the skin that was spat out after eating grapes. His entire head looked disgusting and terrifying.
When one of the children saw the dignified appearance of the corpse, he let out an "ah" and turned around to run. Fear was like a plague, it was contagious. The other children also dropped their weapons and ran away. However, they did not run far. They stood in the distance and looked around. Firstly, it was driven by human curiosity. Secondly, if they ran, they would not have any money to take.
Wang Shoudao raised the lantern and shone it at the place where they were standing. He shook his head and then motioned for my great-great-grandfather to take the body out of the grave and wrap it up with the seven-foot-long and four-foot-wide black cloth.
Wrapping the corpse with a black cloth actually had no actual meaning. It was purely out of respect for the deceased, so that the corpse would not be directly exposed to the public, just like the white cloth covering the corpse now.
My great-great-grandfather didn't feel anything about wrapping up corpses. Firstly, he had trained his courage in the past. Secondly, he and Wang Shoudao had done many similar things over the years, so he was already immune to it.
After wrapping up the corpse, Wang Shoudao called out to the children in the distance and asked them to carry the corpse to the carriage at the foot of the mountain. The few of them were not happy at first, but Wang Shoudao tricked them again. He said that the corpse was the reincarnation of the God of Fortune, Zhao Gongming, and that he had dug it out to change a good cave for him. Carrying the corpse was equivalent to helping the God of Fortune, and he would make a fortune in the future. Hearing Wang Shoudao's words, the few of them were skeptical. In the end, they mustered up their courage and carried the corpse down the mountain.
After they returned to the Cai Mansion with the corpse, Wang Shoudao ordered the carriage to stop at a crossroad far away from the Cai Mansion. Then, he asked my great-great-grandfather to call the steward to find someone to carry the coffin to the crossroad. At the same time, he took out one of the two sets of bridegroom's clothes and put it on the corpse.
The matter of putting the groom's clothes on the corpse was done by my great-great-grandfather alone. The others only dared to watch from afar. After putting on his clothes, my great-great-grandfather carried the corpse into the coffin. The coffin lid was not closed and was placed beside the coffin. At this moment, none of the onlookers could understand what Wang Shoudao and my great-great-grandfather were doing. They only felt that it was strange and strange.
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