Chapter 79
When he said this, I was puzzled. I said that in our area, all the houses face north and south, so why is Wong Ka Kui the only one special? It turns out that his house was modified by someone else.
I continued to listen to him.
"That gentleman was very patient. He guided us until we finished the construction, and then he left. The villagers were still hoping for good weather and good harvests, but who knew that the nightmare had just begun.
On the first day after the renovation was completed, something happened in the village. I remember walking home with him and two other young men. The three of them had gone to see a shadow play outside the village and had returned late. Without flashlights or lanterns, they could only make their way home by the moonlight. As they were walking, one of the sturdy young men suddenly collapsed. The remaining two, unsure of what had happened, quickly carried him on their backs and ran back to the village. When they reached the village, they shouted frantically, waking up the entire village.
When everyone saw the collapsed young man, they saw he had lost all trace of humanity, skin and bones, as if he had been drained of all life. You have to remember, it hadn't been that long since he fainted and returned to the village, so how could he have become like this so quickly? The next day, everyone spread the story, saying the three of them had encountered a ghost.
But that wasn't the end of it. The two young men who had gone with him that night also died after him, one a day. This incident caused panic in the village, but after the three of them died, the village became quiet.
Two years later, just when everyone had almost forgotten about the incident, three more young men died in the village, one a day. Their deaths immediately reminded everyone of the three previous deaths, and no one believed it was a coincidence. We then discovered a pattern: every three years, in March, three young men would die in the village.
All this happened after the gentleman had remodeled the village. Everyone wondered if the changes had been made incorrectly, causing a conflict. So someone went out to look for the gentleman, but they couldn't find him anywhere. With no other options, they looked for someone else.
The gentleman we found later was also a man of real ability. When he came to our Huangjiayu, he knew that the gentleman we found last time was definitely not a good person. He wanted to change the feng shui pattern of our village, but when he started to dig the ground, everyone who participated fainted.
We couldn't live in the village any longer, so we asked a fortune teller if we could move out. He told us that the handprints we'd pressed were like a pact with that person, and that this pact would affect our descendants until the end of the family. Even if we moved out, it wouldn't matter; the dead would still be dead. We asked him what to do, but since this fortune teller wasn't as powerful as the other, he only offered a poor solution: each household should build a coffin according to the number of people in the household—one for one person, two for two. Everyone should sleep in one of the coffins every night, and that might save their lives.
There were also those who didn't believe in superstition and didn't listen to the gentleman's advice. But after a few people died, no one dared to sleep outside the coffin anymore, and this has been going on until now. If no one died like this, we could have tolerated it. But two years ago, three more young people died, and the way they died was the same as decades ago. No one in the village has seen it now, and only we old bones remember it. We really have no other choice but to find someone to see if there is any other way.
At that time, Dezi said that you were very capable and wanted to find you, but he had never found you in person. We asked him to find out about you and bring you over as soon as he had any news about you.
After listening to him, I understood. It is almost March again. If we do nothing, more people in the village may die in vain.
He didn't find Master Zhang at first, probably because we were going to Broken Soul Mountain to find Li Danyang at that time. Later, we encountered the Demon King and were seriously injured. Master Zhang went into seclusion. Later, Master Zhang went to Sichuan and finally went to Jiangxi. He missed the old village chief by accident.
As soon as I came back this time, he asked me about Master Zhang. I guess he wanted to find him to solve this matter, but he was delayed by the matter of Wang Laosan's family.
I had never heard of such a strange thing, so I could only look at Master Zhang and ask him, "Master, what's the mystery behind this?"
Master Zhang stroked his beard and said, "Just now, when we entered Huangjiayu, I sensed a gathering of yin energy. Then, when I saw the village, I could already discern something. The layout of your village is called a 'coffin trap' in feng shui. It means that everyone is trapped in a coffin. The person who orchestrated this trap is using it to absorb your yang energy, thereby increasing his lifespan. Simply put, he's taking your lifespan to extend his own. Such sinister methods are only used by demons and heretics. You've fallen for their tricks."
However, the gentleman we found later also had some skills. The coffin belongs to Yin. Living in a coffin for a long time is not good for your health, but it can make your body contaminated with Yin energy and cover up the Yang energy in your body. In this way, you can deceive the evil person from a distance. Moreover, hiding in the coffin at night, you can form a space of your own, which can isolate you from the cover of the coffin, and the evil person will no longer be able to harm you.
As for why people are dying again now, it's because those coffins have been exposed to the wind and sun and have decayed. The Yin Qi they provide is insufficient to completely cover your Yang Qi. The demons in the Path will sense your Yang Qi and naturally absorb your Yang lifespan."
"Master, do you have any way to help all of us, young and old in the village, escape from this situation? We really don't know what to do!" The old man's eyes turned red and he cried.
An old man who was about the same age as Master Zhang choked up in front of us. I felt indescribable pain in my heart. They were like animals, being imprisoned here for decades.
"Don't worry, father-in-law, I'll think of a way." Master Zhang said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man supported himself on the kang with his hands, stood up and was about to kneel down to Master Zhang.
The old village chief held him up and said, "Uncle, what are you doing? This is shortening Master Zhang's life."
Master Zhang also pulled the old man aside and said, "Don't be so kind, old man. Let me go around the village first and see if this coffin trap he set up is easy to break."
"Thank you, Master!" said the old man with tears in his eyes.
At this moment, there was a noise outside the yard. I looked out the window and saw the lid of the coffin at the door move. The lid slowly opened and a little boy climbed out from inside. He looked like he had just woken up and had a sleepy face.
"That's my grandson. I'm sorry to have made you laugh."
A normal child crawled out of the coffin. My heart ached when I thought that he had been living like this since birth.
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