Seeing this, I asked nervously, "Senior...brother, what are you doing?"
He smiled slightly, glanced at the nail of my right index finger, and said quietly: "Gengxin in the southwest, there is a pine tree, you cut it down."
I hummed, without daring to hesitate, and walked in that direction. Frankly speaking, I was a little afraid of brother at that time and didn't dare to defy the meaning of brother. I did what he said.
When I came to Gengxin in the southwest, there was a pine tree just like before. This pine tree was not big, about the same size as the first pine tree. What made me very depressed was that I just raised my axe and chopped it down, and the brother was behind. I said directly, "Chuanzi, are you showing me your softness?"
My face turned red, and I raised my axe and slashed down hard. The senior brother came over, slapped a palm on my waist, and whispered in a low voice: "Cut down the tree and the horse and the waist are united, and swing the arm vigorously."
I didn't speak, raised my axe and slashed again.
In this way, I spent the whole morning in the shouts of my seniors. I cut down about nine pine trees. According to the seniors’ meaning, I asked me to chop off the branches of those pine trees. People were about to collapse, sitting on the ground and gasping for breath, the senior shook his head, while talking about how he learned art when he was with his master, and saying that the young people nowadays are lazy and chopped off branches.
I have to say that the whole movement of the brother chopping the branches is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and every movement is done in one go, without the slightest extra movement.
After cutting those branches, the brother sat down next to me and handed me a cigarette and asked me if I smoke. I wanted to say not to smoke, but when I saw the brother’s face, I immediately picked it up. After passing the smoke, lighting it, and taking a deep breath, it was choking to death, tears were almost coming out, and I heard the brother whisper: "Smoke is a good thing, you have to learn."
I uttered a cry and didn't say a word, and I suffocated my head and smoked.
After a cigarette passed, I couldn't bear the doubts in my heart, and I asked the brother, "Brother, what kind of coffin is Wei Dezhen going to hit? Why are you rejecting her again and again?"
The brother glanced at me, gave me a sorrowful laugh, and stared at him for a while, then slowly said, "Chuanzi, since the master wants you to learn art by my side, I can't let you come in vain. Naturally, I want to teach you some skills. And this tree cutting is only the first step. The second step is to teach you how to recognize the coffin, how to fight the coffin and what kind of person and what kind of coffin to fight."
I hummed, and looked at the brother curiously, and heard him say: "First of all, you have to remember that we ghosts have three taboos when hitting coffins. One is that the coffin of the wicked cannot be hit, and the other is that the coffin of a child cannot be hit. The third is that the coffins of newlyweds cannot be hit, especially the third type of coffins, which must not be hit. Once they are hit, their life will be compromised, and they may even cause some murder."
Having said this, the brother paused, looked up at the village, and continued: "The coffin Wei Dezhen requested is similar to the third coffin. Her man died on the day of his wedding."
When I heard that, I immediately felt something wrong. I remembered Wei Dezhen saying that she always dreamed of her men telling her to her children, and listening to the tone of the brother, Wei Dezhen had just married her man and died. How did the child come
I asked this question. The brother took a deep breath and said quietly: "The parents of the two of them did not agree with this marriage. They eloped and became pregnant six times. I don’t know why, those six. The child died in his belly before he was born. Later, when the two parents saw that they were pitiful, they agreed to their marriage. Who would have thought that when the two were holding a banquet, the man suddenly died."
"How did you die?" I breathed tightly and asked hurriedly.
The brother sighed and didn't speak, but just suffocated his head and smoked. After about three or four minutes, the brother stood up and said to me, "Put these trees back and hit that kind of coffin in the afternoon. Just watch it on the side, don't touch it."
I wanted to ask the reason. When I saw the serious look of my brother, I didn't dare to ask, so I followed my brother back to the village carrying those tree poles.
We had just returned to the village. Brother first threw those tree poles into the pond, saying that before making the coffin, we had to let the branches eat some water, and then asked Wei Dezhen to cook us a lunch. There was nothing worth talking about at first, but The brother has special requirements for lunch dishes, saying that the lunch dishes cannot be put in lard, vinegar, or soy sauce. In his words, putting these things will affect him in the coffin.
So, when we saw our Chinese food, my brother and I were dumbfounded. We saw that Wei Dezhen staggered and put two bowls of rice porridge in front of us, saying: "According to your request, no lard, no lard. Vinegar, no soy sauce. By the way, I'll get you some dried radishes later."
I was doing manual work in the morning, and I was already hungry and unbearable, but seeing this Chinese food, I was so speechless, that's fine, because the brother did not dare to lose his temper with Wei Dezhen, he said to me, "What are you stupefied? Frozen, hurry up and eat!"
I was so wronged. I provoke someone and didn't say a word. I drank rice porridge stuffedly.
After the Chinese meal, the brother first fished out the pine trees in the pond, and then set up two long wooden benches in the house of the village. He said that it was necessary to start the coffin. I wanted to help, but the brother tried again and again. He greeted me and said it was a kind of coffin. I couldn't help. Once I helped, it would hurt me.
In desperation, I had to stand on the side watching the brother peeling the pine trees and chopping them into coffin boards. The hands of the brother seemed to be magical. It took him only an hour to split all of them into pieces. The coffin board looked about four centimeters thick, about 2.7 meters long and 28 centimeters wide. I asked the brother why it was split like this.
He explained to me that the general coffin is made of five drums and three circles. The top cover is the sky, the bottom is the ground, the sides are bangs, the front and back are arms, the ratio of the upper and lower woods is forty-six, the front and back ratio. It is 37 points, and the brother wants to hit that kind of coffin, he can't do it according to this ratio, saying that he wants to hit five-sided effects.
As soon as I heard it, I was immediately puzzled. Generally, coffins are coffins with six sides on top, bottom, left, right, front and back, and five sides. There is something wrong with this, so I asked my brother the reason.
While smoothing the pine wood, he explained: "As long as you put your mind on it, there is nothing you can't make out of wood. Remember, you know everything."
After saying this, he stopped his movements and glanced at me deeply.
I know what he meant. He blamed me for putting my mind on studying. I was so drunk. Generally, the elders hope that their descendants will study hard. When it comes to the brother, it has become a mistake to put my mind on studying.
I didn't dare to speak either, so I made a cry on the side.
As soon as the voice fell, my eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the piece of pine wood in the hands of the brother... actually oozes a bright red **, that ** has an indescribable weirdness, the speed of oozing is extremely fast, less than a moment , The whole pine board has become bloody.
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