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At the beginning, nothing much happened. The villagers went about their business, neither fearful nor joyful. No one believed that burying someone there would truly bring blessings to future generations; they only followed the university student's suggestion for good luck. People often have more psychological needs than physical ones, which is why many men struggle to understand women.
Men prefer reality, while women are drawn to the abstract; one seeks physical pleasure, the other spiritual enjoyment, making it difficult for them to harmonize. However, in recent years, the way men and women think has begun to change slowly. Women have become more pragmatic, while men have taken on a more fantastical perspective, leading to terms like "tomboy" and "sissy," which are quite interesting.
I remember reading a science fiction magazine long ago where a scientist proposed that after years of studying China's Yin-Yang Theory, he reached a conclusion: Yin and Yang represent the duality of the universe. When the laws of the universe reach a certain point, everything changes. For instance, men may take on feminine traits, women may adopt masculine ones, and male power will gradually be replaced by female empowerment, reversing societal structures back to ancient times. People would no longer dwell on the ground but ascend to the heavens. The stars above would no longer hang high but would fall to the earth.
Looking back now, this conclusion seems to be gradually coming true. According to that scientist, the falling stars symbolize asteroids colliding with Earth. This sci-fi speculation has been popular for many years, but it's uncertain when it will actually occur.
However, regardless of how terrifying the apocalypse may be, it doesn't significantly concern us now, so I won't dwell on it further.
On the fourth day after the burial at that graveyard, something happened in the village. A strong man was found unconscious beside the graveyard. No one knew why he was there or how he had fainted. When he was carried home, he suddenly woke up and screamed in terror: "So many people! So many people!"
He was frantic and shouting until he was taken to the hospital. The doctors believed he might have suffered some psychological trauma that left him disoriented and recommended he stay for observation. If necessary, he could be sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.
His family shared this concern; however, on the sixth day in the hospital, he shouted: "I found it! I found it!" Then he jumped from the sixth floor and cracked his skull upon impact.
His family was heartbroken and returned home to confront the university student, blaming him for causing the man's death. They had warned against burying someone in that graveyard but he insisted on doing so anyway. They dismissed his talk of Feng Shui as nonsense! The university student boldly retorted, "You believed it yourself; what does it have to do with me?"
Of course, this was an attempt to shirk responsibility—if you didn't believe so fervently in your oaths and promises, would this have happened? Both families argued their points passionately until an elder in the village suggested that continuing this way wouldn't solve anything; they should simply dig up the body and re-bury it elsewhere.
So, a group of people went to the graveyard to dig, but instead of finding a coffin, they ended up digging a large pit. It was dark and they had no idea where it led. Someone sent a stray dog into the hole, and after a few minutes, they suddenly heard the dog's miserable cries from inside, followed by silence. This terrified everyone; they said the hole led to the underworld and had already disturbed Yama! If they stayed any longer, Ox-Head and Horse-Face would surely come to collect their souls!
The villagers were in a state of panic. A college student suggested calling the police, but who would believe him at such a time? The elders discussed it and decided to invite an expert. Initially, they thought about asking a monk to chant scriptures, but when they found a nearby temple, they discovered that the monk had gone to Dizang Temple in the city. Later, someone managed to get the phone number of Fat Daoist Ma Rulong, and that’s how he was invited over.
I felt uneasy listening to this; if it were true, it was indeed eerie.
I looked at Ma Rulong and asked if he had any thoughts. He shook his head and said, "Without seeing the place, how would I know what's going on?"
The young man driving said, "Many villagers have fled outside; you must resolve this issue! Otherwise, our village will be uninhabitable!"
Neither Ma Rulong nor I spoke. Such matters depend on human effort. If it really couldn't be resolved, there was nothing we could do.
Ten minutes later, we stopped at the East Side of the Village. The road to the Ancient Graveyard was unpaved, so we could only walk. We trudged through the fields behind the young man and took quite some time to reach the site. Ma Rulong was panting heavily and grumbled about how far it was from the village—wondering why it had to be buried here...
When we arrived, there were only two or three elderly people present. The young man leading us seemed braver than most, which is why he dared to come.
Ma Rulong's arrival was naturally met with "enthusiastic" welcomes; listening to the compliments from the elders made him smile widely. The elders pointed to a mound about ten meters ahead and said that was the old grave. They didn’t dare approach too closely and indicated the direction before wanting to leave. Ma Rulong quickly stopped them and said, "With me here, no demons or monsters will dare come near. You can follow along; also, this reward should be based on the severity of the situation. If you leave now, who will I report to?"
The few elders had no choice but to stay while that young man quickly disappeared without a trace.
I was also half-convinced about this matter; after all, it was just a grave mound—how could it be that sinister? Perhaps the person who jumped off was just mentally unstable.
When we reached the hillock, the elders said that the burial site was halfway up. No matter how much Ma Rulong urged them, they refused to go up. In the end, we had no choice but to go ourselves. The hillock wasn't high—at most about ten meters—and when we climbed halfway up, we saw a deep pit. It measured about two meters in length and width and sloped downwards; it was impossible to see its bottom. Inside was pitch black; nothing could be seen. Next to the pit were many scattered footprints and several tools like shovels and hoes left lying around.
Ma Rulong looked around, reached out, grabbed a stone, and threw it in. After a long while, there was no sound. I laughed and said, "It's all dirt inside; how could you hear anything?"
However, as soon as I finished speaking, we heard a "clang," as if the stone had hit some metal object. Both Ma Rulong and I were stunned for a moment because we shared the same thought: throwing the stone was purely an instinctive action; we never expected to hear a sound in return.
Ma Rulong hesitated for a moment, then took out his compass, and his expression changed slightly. I saw the needle on the compass shaking wildly. Not understanding what it meant, I asked him what it represented.
Ma Rulong replied, "Spirit can also be seen as a kind of ability or magnetic field, which is why ancient people used compasses to find ghosts. The current situation indicates that there is indeed something down there. It could either be a naturally occurring magnetic field or..."
There was no need to elaborate on the second possibility. I felt a shiver run down my spine and quickly stepped back a few paces. But then I remembered that I had Ghost Fragment inside me; logically speaking, if there were really ghosts present, I should be able to sense Yin Qi. However, standing by the pit, I felt nothing at all. Ma Rulong also couldn't determine what was inside; after thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go find those old men!"
We descended the hill again, and several elderly villagers immediately surrounded us, asking what we had discovered.
Ma Rulong's expression was serious as he said, "I have already investigated; there is indeed a problem—a big problem that is difficult to resolve! Your village has really gotten into serious trouble! I am powerless to help and don't want to take your money for nothing; you should seek someone more capable!"
I was taken aback; this guy was obsessed with money—why did he suddenly have a change of heart? As he said this and pretended to leave, the elderly villagers were frightened and quickly stopped him, pleading with him, "Master, you can't just stand by and do nothing! The entire village is counting on you to save us!"
Ma Rulong sighed and said helplessly, "It's not that I'm unwilling to help; it's just that this place is unfathomable. That deep hole does not lead to the underworld but rather to a Ghost Land where several powerful Evil Spirits reside. My Dao Xing is not high enough; I don't have full confidence and don't want to take risks for just ten thousand yuan. You should find someone else!"
After saying this, he attempted to leave again. At this point, I already understood. This guy wasn't really trying to leave; he was just putting on an act. The two of us had just spent so long looking into that deep pit without daring to enter it, let alone discover any Evil Spirits.
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