Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Hidden Note (V)

"Hey, we're all here." Feng Zihe walked up from behind.

The people in front of the grave were Feng Zihe's brothers and sisters. Although they were all in their fifties and sixties, they all looked very energetic.

"Fourth brother." Feng Qi greeted Feng Zihe, holding a blooming white chrysanthemum in his hand and placed it next to the tombstone.

"Fourth brother, fourth aunt, you are here. The sun is very strong, right?" Feng Wu held a handful of weeds that he had just cut.

Feng Lu also nodded to Feng Zihe and continued to crumple the white paper in his hand, and then tied it to the bamboo inserted on the grave.

Then he jumped down from it and landed steadily on the ground.

This young man is quite strong, Ning Helan couldn't help but look at him twice.

Feng Lu clapped his hands and walked over, looking at the young people who came with Feng Zihe: "They are..."

"Oh, let me introduce you, this is Ning Helan, the grandson of Ning Guohua," Feng Zihe patted Ning Helan's shoulder, "the one next to him is his cousin Qin Yang, and his colleague Xiao Liu, this is..."

Everyone's eyes fell on Fang Hui who was lying on the stone table. Feng Zihe was a little amused to see him breathing in and out: "He is Fang Hui, a distant relative of Ning Guohua. The sun is a little strong today, and he may be a little dizzy from the sun."

"Oh, It's all my fault. I have to come to my parents' grave at this time." Feng Qi said a little embarrassedly. She walked to the stone table and sat down. She asked Fang Hui with concern, "Is the child okay?"

Fang Hui shook his head. Li Xian asked Feng Tiantian to take out the water in the small bag and give it to everyone.

When Feng Tiantian was assigned to a few big men, she didn't dare to look them in the eye. Her eyes quickly passed over their faces and then moved away. When she gave it to Fang Hui, she didn't avoid it.

Fang Hui unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a few sips of water. He noticed that Feng Tiantian's eyes were still on his face, so he turned his head to look back. Feng Tiantian exchanged a glance with him, and then looked away with a strange expression.

Fang Hui:?

"Knock." The chicken pecked Ning Helan's foot lightly, indicating that he also wanted to drink water, so Ning Helan poured it a bottle cap.

Then Ning Helan looked at the tomb. It was built in a very grand manner. The stone bricks outside were polished and smooth, and there were some cloud patterns carved on them. The names and birth and death dates of Feng's parents were engraved on the tombstone. There were two small stone lions next to it, holding stone balls in their mouths, looking naive.

Under the stone lions were two bunches of yellow and white chrysanthemums. In front of the tombstone in the middle was a square platform, on which were placed wine and lit cigarettes.

Ning Helan walked around the tomb with a serious expression. Feng Liu, who was standing next to him, wanted to ask, but was stopped by Feng Zihe, who told him not to disturb Ning Helan.

The chicken brother also followed his master around the tomb twice, and finally pecked at a piece of soil on the ground with his beak: "Cluck."

Ning Helan half squatted down and found that the color of this piece of soil was darker than the surrounding ones.

Standing up, he saw that there was also some darker soil around the bulging grave in front of him. He reached out and touched it. It was a little rubbing, as if there were some particles, and the soil was very cold and wet.

He took out his cell phone and located it in Kawawan Village, Songping City. He checked the weather in the past seven days and found that it had only rained once five days ago.

"Grandpa Feng, did it rain in the mountains yesterday?" Ning Helan asked Feng Zihe. Feng Zihe said no, but it did rain a few days ago, but it was not heavy.

This is very strange. Not to mention the weather of more than 30 degrees, how could the soil exposed outside be cold? Even under the sun, the soil would have been dry a long time ago. No matter how cool it is in the mountains, it can't have such a good moisturizing effect.

"Xiao Lan, what's wrong?" Feng Zihe walked up and looked back and forth at the grave, but couldn't see anything.

Ning Helan pointed to the dirt on the side of the grave mound. Feng Zihe came closer to take a look, then reached out to touch it, and exclaimed: "This is pottery bone soil, used to lay around the coffin, and it was passed down from our Feng family from our ancestors."

Seeing Ning Helan's expression, Feng Zihe explained that the pottery bone soil was used by the Feng family members to feed their relatives with water in earthenware bowls when their relatives were about to die.

Then, find a beautiful and complete cow bone, write the name of the relative on it, take a little blood from the relative, smear it on the bone,

then burn the earthenware bowl and bone into the finest possible powder, and finally find clean and uncontaminated soil, preferably the soil next to temples and Taoist temples, and mix it with the powder.

Finally, when the deceased is buried, the clay is applied around the coffin. The clay is breathable and insect-proof, and can also ward off evil spirits and disasters, and bless future generations.

"This is a tradition passed down by our ancestors since the Eastern Han Dynasty." Feng Zihe rubbed the clay with his fingertips, "Strange, shouldn't this soil be in the tomb? How can it be outside..."

Ning Helan remained silent.

Fang Hui on the other side now came slowly. He raised his head and glanced at the tomb, and immediately stood up in surprise: "Little Taoist priest!"

Ning Helan did not raise his head, but just replied lightly: "Speak."

"This! This! That's it!" Fang Hui stood up and hurriedly wanted to walk to the tombstone, but he stood up too quickly and tripped over the stone bench, so he walked forward in a strange posture that was about to fall.

Feng Tiantian was amused, covering her mouth and looking at Fang Hui's funny appearance.

"Little Taoist priest, that is this! My God... It's exactly the same..." Fang Hui shouted in surprise.

"What's this and that, can you straighten your tongue and speak?" Ning Helan was thinking about something now, and didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Didn't I just say that I dreamed of a tomb? This is it!" Fang Hui shouted.

Ning Helan finally looked at him, and his eyes flickered slightly: "What?"

Fang Hui stared at the magnificent tomb in front of him in astonishment. It was exactly the same as the one he saw in his dream, whether it was the shape, the two stone lions beside the tombstone, or the two bunches of chrysanthemums placed under the stone lions, even the half-burned cigarettes were exactly the same.

"In my dream, I walked here, and then the tomb collapsed all of a sudden, and the coffin inside opened with a click. Then there were two skeletons inside, one of them was holding something in his hand, and the other one was shouting my name and dragging me into the coffin!" Fang Hui described it vividly, but the faces of others were not very good after hearing it.

Ning Helan's face was calm, but Feng Lu was very unhappy. What nonsense was this kid talking about at someone else's grave? Wasn't what he said implied, implying that the old couple of the Feng family would not be at peace even after their death?

Feng Qi saw Feng Lu staring at him, and hurriedly pulled him back: "Sixth brother, don't be impulsive, wait until the child finishes speaking."

"What else did you say? He said these unlucky words in front of my parents' grave." Feng Lu was very upset with Fang Hui.

"I didn't make it up. I dreamed about it last night." Fang Hui saw Feng Lu blowing his nose and glaring, and he was not afraid, "Believe it or not."

"Hey, you kid!" Feng Lu was even more angry when he heard him say that.

"Sixth brother." Feng Zihe waved his hand at Feng Lu, and turned to look at Fang Hui, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes." Fang Hui responded unhappily.

"Fang Hui, did you see clearly who was written on the tombstone in the dream?" Ning Helan folded her hands and looked at him, her eyes were deep and it was impossible to tell his emotions at the moment.

Fang Hui looked at the tombstone in front of him, and then carefully recalled what he saw in the dream, and then shook his head: "No, the dream was very vague."

Ning Helan did not say anything else, and put his finger on his chin thoughtfully.

It was already evening when they went down the mountain, and the sun was only a ray of golden light in the sky.

Feng Qi said: "Fortunately, I chose a good day today. At noon, the yang energy is the strongest and the yin energy is the weakest. If I hadn't, I would have been really afraid that something would happen on the mountain."

"What can happen? My parents are blessing us here." Feng Lu said.

Feng Wu shook his head: "You can't say that. It's right for Seventh Sister to be careful."

After all, among the brothers and sisters of the Feng family, only Feng Qi is safe.

After coming down from the mountain, we had to walk a long path along the edge of the field.

At this time, the people who were herding cattle outside were also rushing their cattle home.

Although the path was big enough for two people to pass side by side, it was still very crowded when encountering cattle coming from the opposite direction, so everyone went to the ridges on the side of the field to make way for the cattle and the herders to go first.

Everyone was chatting casually, but Feng Qi suddenly slipped and the soil under his feet loosened. He was about to fall backwards into the field. The field was full of corn stalks that had just been cut in half. The cuts were sharp and could easily hurt people. It

was about to hit the back of the head. Before Feng Qi could even shout, his hand was grabbed by someone. Looking back, it was Ning Helan.

"Grandma Feng Qi, be careful." Ning Helan pulled her up with one hand and supported her with the other hand.

"Sister Qi! Are you okay?" Feng Lu shouted.

Feng Qi shook her head: "It's okay, it's okay. Phew, luckily Xiao Lan was quick, otherwise I would have really fallen in. Thank you, kid."

Ning Helan smiled.

"It was so dangerous just now. Sister Qi was only a few centimeters away from the straw." Feng Zihe said.

Feng Tiantian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Can you say that Grandma Qi has also survived this catastrophe?"

"Tiantian is right. Sister Qi almost fell down just now. Fortunately, there was this kid next to her." Feng Lu said, "Can you say that this does not count as surviving this catastrophe?"

Ning Helan was about to speak when he heard a scream from behind.

"Be careful!"

Everyone turned around and saw a yellow cow rushing towards them from the mountain.

"Get out of the way! The cow is frightened!" The people behind shouted.

But it was too late. The frightened yellow cow weighed a thousand pounds. Once it started running, it was not so easy to stop, not to mention that it was still running sideways.

The yellow cattle rushed towards Feng Qi like the wind, with the hard horns on its head facing her. If she was hit like this, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Sister Qi!"

"Grandma Qi!"

Feng Qi sprained her ankle before she could dodge, and suddenly sat on the ground.

Qin Yang and Xiao Liu next to her reflexively rushed up to pull Feng Qi away, but it was too late.

At this moment, Ning Helan half-crouched down, aimed at the rope of the yellow cattle, and reached out to grab it.

"No, you can't pull it!" Qin Yang shouted beside him.

But Ning Helan did not directly use force to stop the cattle from running wildly. Instead, he pulled the cattle around in a circle, and then circled around again. Mud and dust were flying under the soles of the feet. The cow's hoofs splashed up the long yellow sand and raised a yellow dust mist, which greatly affected people's sight.

Although it seemed that Ning Helan was not exerting any force, the muscles of his left arm were tight, revealing the lines of his beautiful arm, indicating that he was secretly exerting force.

"Moo!"

Fang Hui's eyes widened at the side. After Ning Helan led the ox in several large circles, the ox kept slowing down and finally stopped slowly.

Although Fang Hui didn't understand what Ning Helan was doing, he drew a picture under his feet when he took the few steps just now. Fang Hui recognized that it was the Tai Chi diagram.

"Tai Chi formation... Four ounces to move a thousand pounds..." Xiao Liu beside him stared in amazement, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence from his throat.

"Tai Chi formation?" Qin Yang repeated it, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief. "

Moo~" The yellow cow stopped and shook its head. Ning Helan touched it and said softly, "It's okay."

The cowherd stumbled down the mountain, and was frightened by the situation just now. He broke into a cold sweat and his clothes were soaked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." The cowherd was a young man. He looked at the cow nervously, then at Ning Helan, "I'm sorry, it was scared by the snake just now... Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Ning Helan patted the cow's head gently, and the cow rubbed his palm, "It's okay, take it back."

"Hey, okay, thank you..." The cowherd praised him again and again. He admired Ning He's smooth operation just now, "Thank you so much, you were so awesome just now..."