Picking up gold, also known as picking up bones.

Generally, about five to seven years after burial, the grave is opened, the bones are picked out, the soil is wiped off, and the re-entered.

According to different customs in various places, after a person dies for more than ten years, the graves must be dug, and the specific time is not fixed. Generally speaking, those who die under the age of sixteen do not pick up bones, those who die within thirty will pick up bones five years after death, those who die at the age of forty will pick up bones six years, while those who go up fifty will go up six, eight, ten, twelve, and fourteen years. Basically, the older the years, the later the time to pick up bones.

There are many reasons for picking up bones. Some people say that they have picked up bones and entered the "altar", which shows that they have a serious position in the underworld so that they will not be bullied; some people say that the corpses are buried underground for many years and the coffins have rotten, which can easily lead to the invasion of some snakes and insects or water accumulation, and the ancestors will live in the grave.

In the past few days, Xiaobao's condition has not worsened much, and he is still the same. He still has a fever and talks nonsense at night. He is only better during the day and can sleep for a while. He has not gone to school for several days.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye.

The weather was pretty good that day. Although the temperature did not change much, the wind seemed to be much smaller. Without the north wind, I suddenly felt that the sun was much more cute. Because of the "grabbing money", sometimes evil spirits rushed to the graves, and those with weak constitutions were prone to accidents. So, my grandfather specially found a few young men in the village to help to suppress the aura.

It is slack in winter, and nothing happens all day long. It is rare to have such a novelty in the countryside. On that day, there were many people around the cemetery spontaneously. Everyone said something, chattered and talked non-stop, and they all felt it was fresh. I guess the circle of graves has never been so lively.

Grandpa told everyone that they should not get too close, especially women and children should avoid it. They all stand three meters away. As for domestic animals, they must be careful and must not get in.

Grandpa rarely changed into a body-faced outfit, looked at the old man Bei'er's spirit, and stood in the middle with a brisk manner.

In rural areas, they basically do farm work and can't wear any good clothes, but everyone will have a good outfit. During festivals, they are willing to wear them when they travel around. They say they are good clothes, but in fact they are relatively few patches.

Grandpa carefully brushed off the branches and weeds on the tombstone and looked up and down. Although I was a little far away, my eyes were very good. After I saw it clearly, I was shocked. There was nothing on the tombstone.

The tombstone usually has to be engraved with the identity and name of the deceased. Only the tombs that have not been buried will not be engraved on the tombstone. The big tomb in front of me has been hundreds of years. Is it an empty tomb? After thinking about it, I can't quite understand.

However, my grandfather seemed to have expected it, and could not see any surprise at all. He carefully removed the snow and soil frozen on it with his hands, and cleaned the tombstones under the monument. His movements were very light and very careful, just like he was afraid of disturbing the dead people in the tomb. After cleaning, he saw it more clearly, and then he found that there was a crack on the body of the monument.

For tombstones, it can well reflect the status of the burials and descendants. Generally speaking, tombstones are divided into three parts from top to bottom. The stone tablet part controls the heaven and the time; the cornerstone part controls the right place; the middle part controls the people and the middle part controls the people.

Feng Shui generally believes that the quality of the tomb image is related to the family's rise and fall; the quality of the family image is related to the prosperity and destiny of the family; the quality of a person's appearance affects the fate of a person. Therefore, the quality of the tomb image is huge.

Looking at the center of the tombstone of the nameless tomb, the black like a flying cloud appeared. Although the tomb stone was relatively complete, the color was a bit gray and white. After seeing it, my grandfather slowly shook his head and said nothing. He told me later that such a tomb image was destined to happen, and I don’t know what kind of disaster the owner and descendants of the tomb had endured.

I saw my grandfather take out some things from his bag, including burning paper, incense and a clay pot. I saw him slapped the seal of the clay pot, then poured it down at the stone tablet, muttering in a low voice: "Drink a bowl of rootless water, seal the dead man's mouth!"

Rootless water is a method of water extraction. It is cheaper to engage in time, place, and specific conditions. For example, some people who drink tea take water from the first snow, water from the morning dew, and people who take medicine take "rootless water" in the breeze and drizzle. To put it bluntly, as long as this water is carried on the open air and does not fall to the ground, it is called rootless water.

It is probably more likely that the snow water in the clay pot of grandpa is more severe, but I have never asked.

I don’t know if this is the way to do it or the words my grandfather pronounced had worked. A slight white air floated along the part of the water, and then all the water poured on it penetrated into the stone foundation, just like it was poured on a sponge, and it didn’t flow out at all, making everyone around stunned.

After tribute to the rootless water, my grandfather lit another handful of incense, then inserted the burning incense into the grave and the tomb, and the rest were all pressed on the top of the tombstone. After looking at it, the burning paper was pressed on a large circle around the grave. After lighting it one by one, the fire took advantage of the wind, and the smoke was rolling, and the cemetery was filled with smoke, and the smell of paper ash.

When the paper was almost burning, a sound suddenly came from the grave. Although the sound was very small, it was very rapid. "Bang, bang, bang", as if it was a knock on the door. This scared the people around him who were watching the fun. They involuntarily took two steps back, pointed at the grave, and talked a lot.

As the little north wind blew, the fragrance and paper were filled with it very quickly. It was not too late and it was burned out.

Grandpa waved his hand and called "Beard". Hu Zi's surname is Yi. He is about forty years old. He has tiger eyebrows, leopard eyes, big arms, round waist, and a beard. In addition to farming in the autumn, he also has the skills of killing pigs. Anyone in the village will find him, and he is a butcher.

I have also seen him killing pigs. He has quick eyes and quick hands, and he has a knife to seal his throat. There is nothing to say about his skills. Don't underestimate this knife. This knife is stable, accurate and cruel, but it is too important. If it is thrust, the pig will not die for a moment. It is struggling to death, with great power. A few people can't hold it down, and they can only chase the old pigs running crazy all over the village.

Grandpa said that people like Beard have a strong evil spirit and are generally not invaded by evil spirits, so he asked him to start a grave first, which means he was a warrior.

He had a big and thick beard and was careless about this. He took a shovel and swung a pickaxe and started working, because it was still winter. Although the soil on the grave was not strong, it was also a thick layer of frozen, and it was not easy to dig it open.

Hu Zi shook his arms and swung the pickaxe round. After a few picks were pulled down, the frozen soil layer gradually began to loosen. Just as the soil layer was just loose, Hu Zi suddenly had a cold war for no reason. The people watching the fun next to him didn't know what was going on, and then exclaimed.

Hu Zi didn't care, and spitted, so she continued to dig. Grandpa narrowed his eyes and waved his hand at him, waved his hand at him, and quickly called him, asking him to leave for a while, and then talked. Hu Zi was about to say "not tired", but when he saw Grandpa's expression, he didn't say anything. He quickly dragged the pickaxe and took a few steps back and stood behind.

According to my grandfather, when the beard was digging the frozen soil layer, the back of the beard began to reflect. This was obviously because the evil energy in the tomb was too heavy and it rose into the sky. You should avoid its sharp edge. Wait until the hour, the yang energy was the heaviest at noon, so you can get better at the success of the beard.

It was about half past eleven, just when people were a little impatient to wait.

Grandpa, who had been smoking a dry tobacco next to him, finally stood up, knocked the tobacco pot to the ground, waved his hand and called four young men, and stood in four directions: northwest, northeast, southeast, and southwest. Then he listened to his commands and had to follow each other. Each person moved one shovel in sequence and stopped, and then the next person moved another shovel.

These young men also felt it was new at the time and kept nodding, and under the command of their grandfather, they were proceeding in an orderly manner.

What I dug out at the beginning was still ordinary black soil and loess. Gradually, I began to dig out some red and black soil blocks, which looked like red salt or charcoal, and were probably used for moisture prevention.

Somehow, the north wind suddenly started to shave at noon, and the scene was silent, staring at it with its mouth open. Soon a large pit was dug out, revealing a huge coffin in the middle alone.

After so many years, this big coffin has not decayed much, and I don’t know what wood and crafts were used. Two golden dragons flying in the clouds and fog were painted on both sides of the coffin, teasing the beads with their teeth and claws, and around the dragon were painted with "Dark Eight Immortals". On the front is a crane deer in the stele hall, and two cranes are flying over the green glazed tiles hall. On both sides of the hall are clusters of green pine and cypress trees, and in front is a fragrant green grassland, which looks very clean and elegant. The whole picture will be like a fairyland living room, making people feel relaxed and happy.

However, the person standing in the hall made me very curious. I stood in a majestic place, full of accessories, looking noble and grand. However, my head looked very uncomfortable, and it was so sharp that it seemed as if it was only half a face. The overall proportion was inconsistent with the human body, and it showed a strangeness, which looked a bit inconsistent.

At that time, rural areas were basically buried. For coffins, many people thought it was the greatest blessing to get a good coffin after death. However, in rural areas, due to economic conditions, popular coffins were made of pine and cypress. The most exquisite coffin was a nanmu coffin. However, in this remote countryside, the nanmu coffin was only passed down from generation to generation, and no one had ever seen it with his own eyes.

The large coffin in front of me was solemn and elegant, with clear layers and smooth lines. This was the first time that everyone saw such exquisite painting and excellent texture. The villagers watching kept smashing their tongues, pointing their fingers, and talking nonstop.

Suddenly I heard a "click, click" sound, as if I was scratching the wall with a big iron hook. The sound was sharp and harsh, and I felt uncomfortable all over my body as if I had been stabbed by a needle.

In an instant, the scene was silent, and everyone looked around in fear, not knowing what was going on, nor knowing who pointed to the coffin. Soon, everyone's eyes gathered on the coffin again.
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