Carpenter Wang Kun has a number one in this town. Not to mention it, everyone knows it. At least when it comes to him, most people know him.
Not only is this carpenter skilled, but this person is also very brave and surprisingly great. It is said that this person once slept in the cemetery for a night in order to make a bet with others. Although he didn't know the truth or the falsehood, this matter was widely circulated.
So this carpenter has a nickname called Wang Dabang.
After the carpenter had breakfast, he planned to go to work with a tool box on his back. He was not in the town, but in a village below, someone built a house and he did some carpentry work.
Just now, I saw a person walking in a hurry and walking by. When the carpenter saw it, he said strangely: I said third brother! You are walking straight, what happened?
The third brother turned around and saw the carpenter, stopped immediately and said: It’s bold! Hi! Didn’t Wang Yuanwai’s old father die? I'm helping with my work.
The carpenter was stunned when he heard this and asked: Is that old guy actually dead?
After hearing this, the third brother said with a wry smile: Isn’t that true!
The carpenter frowned and said: You shouldn't care about things like this that are rich and unkind.
The third brother smiled bitterly: They are all from the villagers. After all, his family has worked hard for their weddings and weddings. If we don’t help, our etiquette will not be worth it, right!
The carpenter nodded helplessly and said: That's true! I'll show my face, too! By the way! Where are you just going?
The third brother looked around and whispered: The old guy is dead, can’t you find a cemetery? I didn't care before, but now I'm anxious. Didn't I hear that a master has come to the Taoist temple in the city? This is to send me to invite the master to come and see.
After hearing this, the carpenter showed an interest expression and asked: Oh! There is still this matter! Can someone come?
The third brother whispered: The old man spent a lot of money and gave me a thousand taels of silver. He asked me to give it to the Taoist temple. It was considered to be a good deed and accumulated virtue. The problem should not be big. Those Taoist priests are also humans after all, so they probably won’t refute their face.
The carpenter suddenly heard it and was stunned and said: One thousand taels of silver?
The third brother nodded, the carpenter swallowed, shook his head, and said: Isn’t it just a dead person! It's so exaggerated.
The two separated, and the carpenter simply went home, put the tools in place, rushed to the rich man's house, and helped him with the work.
The next day, the town caused a sensation, saying that the rich man invited the master to show the cemetery.
In ancient times, people were superstitious and believed this. Carpenters didn't believe it very much, but they were still curious, so they just followed everyone around the master and took a look.
The one who came was an old Taoist priest. He looked like he was eighty or ninety years old, with wrinkles on his face stacked, but his face was extremely rosy and his hair turned completely white, giving people a feeling of being a fairy-like Taoist priest.
Outside the town, there is a mountain of earth. Perhaps it has been a long time, lush and verdant, with a radius of several miles.
This earthen mountain is actually a grave mountain. Some people in the town have passed away and almost all of them are buried here. There is a road in the middle of the earthen mountain. From the town to several villages, carpenters often walk.
The old Taoist priest stopped and stopped, not knowing what he was talking about, but the carpenter was funny.
finally stopped at a place and said to the rich man: This place is the place of great prosperity. If the deceased is buried here, no accident will occur in descendants.
I don’t know whether it is true or not. After hearing this, the rich man was overjoyed and handed over an silver note , but the old Taoist priest didn’t want it. He shook his head and said: If the observer hadn’t asked me to take action, I wouldn’t care. Please do it yourself!
After saying this, the Taoist priest left, but the rich man was overjoyed and immediately ordered someone to dig here.
The onlookers pointed at each other, some believed it, some did not, anyway, the carpenter did not believe it.
helped me for two days until I was buried and the carpenter started working.
After three days, the work was done, but by the end, it was almost dark. In order to thank him, the host insisted on preparing the meal and asked him to drink and leave.
The carpenter was so kind that it was hard to refuse, so several craftsmen began to drink. The owner was extremely enthusiastic and bought a lot of wine. These people ate and drank like this, but it was midnight.
The other two craftsmen are from the village, which is easy to deal with. The carpenter is actually not far away, just five miles away. The master was a little worried and said: Brother! If not, let's leave tomorrow! I have a place to live here.
After hearing this, the carpenter waved his hand with a smile and said: Don’t worry, I, Wang Dada, have you never seen anything before!
Walk the toolbox and walk towards home.
doesn’t even have a lantern in your hand. Fortunately, there is some moonlight, so it’s not a big problem to see the road.
Welling the darkness, I had already reached the dirt mountain, and there were piles of graves on both sides.
I really drank a lot today and I was shaking when I walked, but the carpenter was sober and the direction was right.
While walking, he was a little anxious. The carpenter thought about it and found that there were graves on the side of the road, so he planned to go in and make it easier.
After walking for more than ten feet, I was about to be convenient, but when I looked up, the carpenter was stunned because under the moonlight, he saw a terrifying scene.
Above a large grave, a black cat lying on its verge, with its eyes shining in the dark, as if it was shining, with a terrifying feeling.
The carpenter was also scared at first, but he instantly reacted and became more awake with a little alcoholic spirit.
walked towards the black cat, muttering: Whose damn cat, it's scary to run here.
But when I got closer, I listened to it, but I heard the movement. It seemed that someone was digging something, and the carpenter woke up even more.
When I looked at the black cat again, I suddenly thought of a folk custom that said that there was a black cat at the grave in the middle of the night, then there would definitely be problems with this grave.
Black cat presses the grave, saying that it is the black cat who leaves, then there will definitely be an indescribable horror in the grave.
However, the carpenter immediately thought of a usage of a black cat, that is, tomb robbers, who like to carry black cats to prevent abnormal movement of corpses in the grave.
are all feudal superstitions. Whether it works or not, it is circulated like this anyway.
The carpenter tiptoed and walked around the big grave. He found a hole, and a man was digging.
The carpenter was away from a distance and deliberately coughed a few times. Suddenly the man stopped moving. He was afraid. The carpenter came closer and pretended to be drunk, which began to be convenient.
A peeing was poured directly on the man, but the man still dared not move.
The carpenter who was secretly laughing turned around and left.
I was too lazy to care whether this person was a tomb robber, because this big tomb belongs to the rich man and has nothing to do with him.
The next day, the carpenter who went out heard a message saying that two graves were almost stolen last night, one was the tomb of the rich man's family, and the other was from another family in the town. The man was a bricklayer.
Hearing this, the carpenter understood that the one who dug the grave last night must be the bricklayer. As for the two graves almost were stolen, there was only one explanation, that is, the bricklayer fell in love with the rich man's cemetery and planned to steal the dragon and turn the phoenix.
The man probably had been urinated all over, which caused him to not finish his work and was discovered. It was really hard to say.
The story is over!
Description: Folk stories are also a form of dissemination of literature. Please do not link with feudal superstitions. Please pay more attention to the author and continue to appreciate the next folk story!
