There are too many mysterious unknowns about the ghost pupil, and the person who has obtained the ghost pupil for thousands of years is one in ten thousand, and there are very few people who can get the guidance of the master and make the ghost pupil upgrade and advancement. There is no reference at all, and now for Wang Meimei, it is not known whether it is a blessing or a curse.

People in the rural areas of Northeast China are very traditional, the white-haired people at home send the black-haired people, the family is crying in a sparse uproar, Wang Meimei's mother has been lying on the corpse of her daughter for a long time and crying non-stop, and finally she was carried into the house until she fainted from crying. The outsiders who watched it were also moved by tears, but the death of a person is a foregone conclusion, the physical body is already corrupted, and the soul is intact and cannot return to the physical body, Ma Chengfeng can't help it.

According to the custom here, the mortuary should be at least three days. But there is something wrong with this corpse, and it is estimated that the corpse will be tricked again as soon as the sun sets tonight. After the zombie woke up, there was no sense of life, and Wang Meimei's soul was no longer in the body, once the corpse was defrauded, it would definitely harm people who were related by blood.

A few of them persuaded hard, saying that cremation is now encouraged, and it is a quick burial, we ordinary people must respond to the call of the country, people die like lights go out, and your daughters have no intuition. We can no longer occupy the national land, how good is an urn, the land area is small, and the land of our reservoir is not very rich.

But no matter what the three of them say, if the big sky is broken, the Wang family also disagrees, not to mention the Wang family, even the village party secretary does not agree. Why do you have to be mortuary for three days? Just after lunch, the Wang family invited a nearby feng shui gentleman to do white things. Mr. Feng Shui said that your daughter died outside, and she was resentful, and I want to help your family with the funeral, so I have to add money.

In this poor and remote place, where is there any reliable feng shui master, it is clear that they are cheating money. This has to remind Ma Chengfeng of Huang Zha paper in his hometown, and he doesn't know where Master Huang is after so many days. Master Huang is not only good at craftsmanship, but also down-to-earth, never deceiving ignorant villagers.

"Cheng Feng? Cheng Feng? What do you want? Let's go, let's go back, Xiao Man is back. Na Woo pushed him. He hurriedly followed Na Xi and ran back, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Chang Xiaoman pouting with a bitter gourd face.

Ma Chengfeng thought that Xiao Man's trip was not going well and he didn't see Ma Fuxiang, so he comforted: "What's wrong?" Didn't find it? It's okay, I'll accompany you to it tomorrow, isn't it just a mountain, how big is it? Don't take it personally. ”

"Cheng Feng, I'm afraid our trip is not so easy, I seem to have been exposed, Ma Fuxiang is not only skilled, but also much sharper than we imagined." She told Ma Chengfeng and others what she saw and heard along the way. Everyone who listened was also dumbfounded, Ma Fuxiang is an enemy of 10,000 people, and his skills are reasonable, what is shocking is the white fat man that Xiao Man met on the way, it is too suspenseful, if it weren't for Ma Fuxiang, I'm afraid Xiao Man wouldn't be able to come back now.

"I didn't expect this little reservoir to be so evil? Why are there so many dirty things? Do you dare to come out and harm people in broad daylight? ”

Brother Na, if you think about it carefully, how many years have the people of the reservoir lived here, aren't they all right? Why did we come here and make a fuss about the dirt under this reservoir? "I think maybe we're letting something keep up, right? Do you remember the High Priest of Miri? I saw you alone in the yard last night, didn't you say you heard your name called? Could it be the High Priest of Miri? ”

With such a reminder, Ma Chengfeng suddenly realized, yes, a few days ago, after the resurrection of the high priest of Mili, the first thing he was looking for was the "Engong" who released her, and this is how he called his name. But obviously, it was not a woman who stood on the other side of the bridge in the middle of the night last night to confront him? "The High Priest of Mili hasn't come out for a long time, if it's really her, it's in trouble."

Hu Xiaoci has a lot of fun, he doesn't have time to listen to them, he has been chasing butterflies in the yard, and he is happy to play!

"Let's go, Xiaoman, accompany me to the bridge to take a look, I remember that there seems to be a pit carved on the bridge pile last night, as long as there is this thing to guard the water reservoir, dirty things will not dare to invade." Ma Chengfeng had a whim.

In the afternoon, everyone had nothing to do, so they asked from house to house in the tunzi, asking if anyone remembered the years and months of this small bridge and who carved the pit on it. But after asking for thirteen times, no one knew that there was such a thing under the small bridge in front of their house. The villagers didn't even know what it was. It's really a piano to a cow.

The small wooden bridge is said to have existed in the Republic of China, the old bridge, there are stone tablets in front of the bridge, and the stone tablets are engraved with the years and months when they were built, and who contributed to the local funds. According to the written records on the stone stele, there were four craftsmen who built this small wooden bridge back then, one of them was surnamed Ma, but unfortunately, after so many years of wind and rain, there was only one surname Ma left, and the complete name behind the old craftsman was no longer clear. When asked about the villagers, who was surnamed Ma in the reservoir, they all shook their heads and said no.

"I know, Cheng Feng, did you say that Ma Fuxiang helped build this small bridge back then, and he carved the evil pit with his own hands?" Chang Xiaoman boldly guessed.

"The Book of Thieves" records a lot of various skills to steal the door, including the "ghost craftsman", the ghost craftsman is divided into many categories, and it is generally inseparable from its mystical technique, that is, the use of the skills in the hand, combined with the yin and yang skills in the thief door, stealing, and preventing disasters! For example, the carpenter, head shaver, and paper maker mentioned in our money document actually belong to the category of ghost craftsmen.

But it is rumored that Wu Gongyao, including his son Dong Sanli, was a total of four apprentices, and each apprentice only learned one skill from the master. Ma Fuxiang is nicknamed "Ten Thousand Enemies", but in fact, "Ten Thousand Enemies" is a skill, referring to the world-shattering martial arts of his master Wu Gongyao. According to this rumor, Ma Fuxiang has learned ten thousand enemies, so he can't learn other skills.

The ghost craftsman is not a complete craft, in the precise sense, he is an evil art, it is a combination of folk craftsmanship and gold dot art, for this evil art, Wu Gongyao has always been very cautious, for fear that a few disciples will go astray, so no one dares to teach. However, it is the so-called master who leads the door to practice in the individual. The craftsmanship of stealing the door is complementary to each other, and after a long time, these old things have been comprehended by themselves.

For example, nowadays, even the old blind man can recognize that the carpenter in Lishutun was a ghost craftsman. Dong Sanli, Ma Sihai, Zhang Tieji, these Taishan Beidou on the rivers and lakes, are even more handy to the skill of ghost craftsmen, and they have played it to the fullest. The most obvious embodiment is that the longevity of these old things is basically over, but they are still full of red faces and tough bones, and they must have used this craft to steal luck.

(End of chapter)