I really don't want to be a teacher

While speaking, the middle-aged man paused again,

"...I put more tea leaves, it can also refresh me."

Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head slowly, looked at the middle-aged man, then at the cup of tea on the table, stretched out his hand, and picked up the cup of strong tea,

"... more and more like her, the people in the village are more and more like her before... more and more like her..."

The old man drank the strong tea in sips, his eyes were staring, the muddy eyes were bloodshot, he murmured, over and over again, lost in thought, talking.

The middle-aged man sat down next to him again, silent, with fear in his eyes from time to time.

Glancing at the middle-aged man and the old man, Lian Ge didn't say much, turned his gaze back,

Under the door of the main room, between the gaps, traces of mist still filled in with the breeze.

In the main room, it became more and more quiet.

……

"... Zi... Zi, Zi..."

In the back kitchen, the sound of dishes being cooked can be heard.

Immediately afterwards, the spatula collided with the iron pan, mixed with the sound of vegetables turning in the oil pan,

Immediately afterwards, the scent lingered from the backyard into the main room.

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced into the backyard through the door leading to the backyard at the back of the main room, and paused.

"...Boom..."

And at this moment, after the sound of a spatula falling into the iron pot, the sound of the dish turning disappeared,

"...Boom, bang..."

There were some dull sounds and the sound of dishes falling on the ground, followed by the sound from the kitchen,

In the main room, the old man and the middle-aged man suddenly stood up as if they were frightened when they heard the movement, and looked into the kitchen.

The tea in the old man's hand was shaken, overflowed, and spilled on the old man's clothes.

"...AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"...Help, help..."

Before the old man and the middle-aged man could move, the old man in the kitchen was terrified and panicked, and ran towards the kitchen, shouting, and ran out of the kitchen.

"...Help, help..."

Staring at the tightly closed door of the main room, with deep horror in his bloodshot eyes, and despair in his tone, the old man ran towards the door of the main room in a panic,

"...Help, help..."

Staggering, the old man fell to the ground, but he still crawled, clutching his hands, and ran towards the door of the main room in a panic.

"... bang, bang..."

Staring at the tightly closed door of the main room, the old man panicked and grabbed the doorknob in a panic, as if he wanted to rush out of the door.

"...Old Yu, Old Yu...Chen Erwa, hug your Uncle Yu quickly!"

The old man rushed up, hugged the old man, and shouted,

The middle-aged man followed closely, and helped hug the old man again,

"...Help, I want to go out, I want to go out...Help, help..."

The old man's eyes were terrified, and he shouted in a desperate tone, looking at the tightly closed door of the main room, his hands frantically grabbed forward, as if trying to catch something,

"...Old Yu, it's okay, it's okay, you're awake, you're awake!"

The old man held down the old man firmly, and shouted at the old man,

"...Uncle Yu, I'm fine, I'm awake..."

"...Help, help..."

The old man yelled, stretched forward, his grasping hand gradually dropped down, the yelling gradually subsided,

"...Wake up, wake up..."

Trembling all over, the fear in his eyes gradually calmed down,

"...Yes, Old Yu, you are awake, awake..."

The old man shouted at the old man again,

"……woke up……"

The old man gradually stopped struggling, but his whole body was still trembling.

"...Old Chen, Chen Erwa, please let me go."

The old man fell silent again, and said aloud.

The old man looked at the old man, and let go of his hand, and the middle-aged man also withdrew his hand when he heard the sound.

"... Hey, let's cook something. I said the smoke was a bit smoky, so I closed my eyes..."

The old man was silent, then turned around slowly, looked in the direction of the back kitchen, his eyes showed panic again, his body trembled,

Immediately afterwards, he forced out some more smiles, turned around and laughed, and said aloud,

"...I don't know, just standing like this, while the vegetables are still cooking, I fell asleep... As soon as I fell asleep, I dreamed again..."

"...The dish is still in the pot, I'll go and shovel it up, so it doesn't get burned in a while..."

Looking at the kitchen, the old man smiled, said something, stood up again, paused, and then moved away again, walking into the kitchen,

"...Let's not fry it, just these few people, these dishes on the table are enough, so you don't have to wait a while..."

The old man looked around the kitchen and said aloud.

"...OK, then I'll turn off the fire..."

Hearing the sound, the old man stopped, fell silent again, nodded his head in response, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"...Second child of the Chen family, come here and clear the bowls and chopsticks, and bring them to the table."

While walking into the kitchen, the old man yelled again.

The middle-aged man responded, and followed into the backyard kitchen.

The old man watched the old man and the middle-aged man walk into the kitchen, fell silent for a while, then slowly moved his feet again, and walked back to the dining table.

After sitting down, the old man picked up the cup of strong tea and took another sip.

Glancing at the old man, turned his gaze, and then at the old man who walked into the kitchen,

Pausing his gaze slightly, Lian Ge turned his gaze back and didn't say much.

Chapter 478 Mass Burial Mound

"...After the orphan and widow were buried, the village became more and more evil..."

"...everyone in the village, as long as they close their eyes, they will dream of her and have that nightmare..."

"...After that, the people in the village discussed it, and we still have to find a way...Since the previous master didn't have real skills, and he was a real way, let's invite a master with real skills to come back and see if there is any way... "

In the main room, he took another sip of the strong tea and fell silent for a while, looking at the closed door of the main room, the old man continued speaking aloud.

Without turning his eyes away, he didn't say much, Lian Ge just looked outside the main room and listened quietly,

In the back kitchen, after a while of work, the old man was carrying the dishes, and the middle-aged man was carrying the washed dishes, and walked back to the main room.

After putting down the dishes and chopsticks in their hands, they also sat down at the old man's table one after another, listening to the old man's narration in silence.

……

"...Everyone in the village contributed money, and hired a famous teacher from the next county."

The old man fell silent again, and continued talking.

"... At first, the old master didn't want to come over. Afterwards, he went to grind a few more times before agreeing to come to the village to have a look."

"... Just like the master before, after walking around the village, this master also said that the orphan and widow died suddenly, full of resentment, and causing trouble. He said that the orphan Gu mother who had been buried would be reborn. Dig it out from the grave, do great things for her, and save her, so that the resentment can be eliminated and the affairs of the village can be restored, otherwise, when the resentment has accumulated enough, the orphan and widow will..."

"...The villagers discussed it and had no choice but to agree. The master called a few people and dug up the corpses of the orphan and widow...in the middle of the village, And I did the supernatural ritual for a few days... But, it didn't help at all... The people in the village still had that nightmare, and it got worse and worse..."

"...After that, as if for the first time, that master also started to have that nightmare...The corpse of the orphan and widowed mother was not buried anymore, so he just left..."

The old man said, then paused,

"... At that time, some people in the village said that the corpses of the orphan and widow were going to be burned... But think about it, if the orphan and widow really died with resentment, wouldn't it be more ..."

"...No way, the corpse, after a few days in the center of the village, had to be buried back where it was..."

"...In the next few days, the people in the village tried their best. Some went to the temple to pray for Bodhisattvas, and some went to the Taoist priests to ask for amulets, but there was no way at all, there was no way..."

"...The village is getting more and more evil... All day long, there is a thick fog in the village, and the fog doesn't seem to disperse. When the sun is at its maximum at noon, it also covers the sun...In the village As soon as a person closes his eyes, he will dream of the pair of mother and child, and dream that the house collapsed on him..."

"...People in the village don't sleep at all, it's so hard, but how long can you survive without sleep... As long as you close your eyes, just like that, you don't know when, you will go to that dream... ...And then that dream, just repeat it over and over again... No matter what you do, what you do, you will always dream of her..."

"...The people in the village can only think of a way. A group of people gather together and sleep in turns. The night watchmen, as soon as they see that the sleeping person's expression is wrong, wake them up quickly...but it's useless. , the night watchmen will also fall asleep... not to mention falling asleep, just resting their eyes, it won't work..."

As he spoke, the hand of the old man holding the cup of strong tea trembled, and he looked at the closed door of the main room, with some pain on his face, and his eyes closed little by little.

But immediately after, before closing his eyes completely, the old man suddenly opened them again, staring at those bloodshot eyes, with some fear in his eyes,

"...There is no way...the village can only think about inviting another master back...this time, it is a master, a master in his eighties...he was invited from a village not far away... In the end, it hurt people..."

The old man paused, then continued,

"... After the invitation, the old master said, this matter is not because of the orphan and widow... I think it is also right. When she came to look for me before... she looked like we are now. ah……"

"...The teacher said, it's our original problem..."

The old man spoke, then fell silent again.

……

"... I heard from the older generation that there were originally no residents in our mountain depression."

The old man next to him turned his head, took the conversation, and said aloud,

"...Our village was moved from a place where there was some past here... By the way, this was originally a place where people were buried, and many people were buried here. It should be a mass grave, a mass grave... ..."

As the old man spoke, he groped, picked up a cigarette stick from the side, tidied it up, and fell silent again.

"...People of the older generation don't quite know why they knew it was a place to bury people and moved it here... People who knew it were also in the time of war before liberation, and famine after liberation When I was young, it was almost gone... I just remember, when I was only a teenager, my mother was still there, and every year during the holidays, I would go to this mountain, at the foot of the mountain, to burn some paper ..."

The old man took the words, looked at the closed door of the main room, and continued talking,

"... After telling the old master about this matter, he immediately said it, right... It's because we, for so many years, have lived on top of other people's heads, above the shady mansion, accumulating over time, The grievances of these lonely ghosts are getting worse and worse. In the past, people in the village would still offer incense and burn some paper money, and the grievances could be resolved. Now, no one burns paper... When the grievances are heavy, they will naturally It's a mischief... If you don't resolve it, it won't be a nightmare, and the whole village will suffer...

Say, at this time, we must not run away. This is an unjust debt owed by our village ancestors. Time, it will only get worse...

...If you want us, go to the earth temple in the village to worship incense, and do a big ritual in the earth temple, and see if we can resolve these grievances..."

The old man said, looking at the closed door of the main room, and fell silent again.

……

"...The people in the village discussed it... There was no other way, so I collected some more money and handed it over to this master, asking him to help with the tricks..."

"...On the day of doing the work, there was still heavy fog, and since the sky was still light, I started doing things..."

"...The earth temple is not big, and the villagers just kneel outside the temple, and the master performs rituals in the temple... From daytime to evening, when the mountain falls, the ritual rituals of the previous day are finished..."

While speaking, the old man paused again,

"...The Earth Temple is not far from the entrance of the village. Young man, you didn't see it when you entered the village, did you?"

Turning his head slowly, the old man said something to Lian Ge,

Turning around slowly again, looking at the closed door of the main room, fell silent.

……

"...Just after finishing the ceremony in the evening, the villagers were getting up in front of the temple. While the master was reciting scriptures in the temple... the temple collapsed."

After being silent for a while, the old man looked at the door of the main room and said again.