This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 167 Hanging Coffin
The mountain road was rugged and littered with scattered stones, making it very difficult for ordinary people to walk on it. But for Lin Jue, it was no problem at all. However, what he didn't expect was that the old man, who looked to be in his seventies, walked as if he were walking on flat ground.

Lin Jue took the initiative to talk to the old man: "Uncle, you are really strong even at your age. I have been hiking and traveling and I can't catch up with you. Do you have any secrets to exercise?"

"It's no problem. Everyone in the village is like me." The old man answered as he hurried on his way, lowering his voice. "Besides, our village is blessed by the gods. Everyone is very healthy and basically never gets sick."

"You've made the right decision to come to our village. As long as the gods hear your prayers, they will bless you and keep you safe throughout your life."

Blessing?

Lin Jue thought of the black aura talismans he had seen before. What kind of gods were they? Perhaps some weird creatures were impersonating gods.

He pretended to be surprised and said, "Does God really exist? Sir, have you ever seen God?"

"How can we mortals see God with our naked eyes? Even the Taoist priests and witches who are in charge of the sacrifices cannot see the face of God."

The so-called Duangong, as opposed to Shenpo, refers to a male who possesses magical powers and is responsible for sacrifices.

"You came just in time. There are only ten spots available this week, and nine people have already entered the village before you. If you were a step later, you wouldn't be able to get in."

After hearing the old man's words, Lin Jue understood in his heart that there was indeed something pretending to be a god in Buming Village. What was the other party's purpose in pretending to be a god in a remote village?
Moreover, there is a limit on the number of people allowed into the village?
Along the way, Lin Jue asked the old man about the information of Buming Village. There are about thirty local households in Buming Village. Later, some believers of gods moved into the village. Now there are more than fifty households in total.

In a few days, the village will hold its annual grand festival. The villagers will hold a grand sacrificial ceremony on that day, and at the same time, the messengers of God will come and bless the villagers.

Messenger of God?
Lin Jue's heart moved slightly. Perhaps when the grand sacrifice came, he could follow the clues through the messenger of God and catch the guy who was pretending to be a god behind the scenes.

Perhaps this is also the purpose of this script.

The two of them moved very quickly. In less than forty minutes, they had crossed mountains and rivers and arrived at a cliff.

The cliff is a hundred meters high, and below it is a sunken basin with a winding river running through the basin and flowing into the distant mountains.

On both sides of the river, there are dozens of brick and tile houses, shrouded in misty water vapor.

That is Buming Village.

From a distance, the buildings in Buming Village are in the style of the 1970s and 1980s, and the overall appearance is very poor and backward.

It is hard to imagine that there are people living in such a remote place.

Lin Jue took out his cell phone and looked at it. As expected, there was no signal. There was no signal base station built here. Buming Village was basically isolated from the world.

The only way out of the village is the vine ladder built from the cliff. These ladders made of vines and wooden boards cling to the towering mountain walls. If you are not careful, you may fall down and be smashed to pieces.

"Shall we go down from here?" Lin Jue squatted down and looked at the vine ladders. The strength of these vines was worrying. It felt like they would break as soon as he stepped on them.

"Don't worry, people in our village have been climbing up and down here since they were young. It's very sturdy."

To prove his words, the old man climbed down first. When he was halfway up, he looked up and waved to Lin Jue: "Young man, hurry up."

"I've traveled to so many places, but this is the first time I've climbed this kind of ladder. It was quite exciting, though. It's definitely an unforgettable memory." Lin Jue touched the vines and slowly climbed down.

There is a man-made resting platform every twenty to thirty meters on the cliff, but it is very narrow and you can only stand sideways to rest.

When they reached the second rest platform, Lin Jue noticed a black object protruding from the side of the cliff. It was square and looked like the corner of a large box. Could it be a coffin?
In his previous life, when he went to a southwestern village for filming, Lin Jue learned that the villagers there had a tradition of hanging coffins on the mountain wall. Placing the coffin high up sounded like "high official", which meant promotion and wealth.

Could it be that this Buming Village also has the custom of hanging coffins?

Lin Jue pointed over there and asked, "Master, is that a coffin over there?"

"Yeah." The old man put the backpack on his chest and rested close to the cliff wall, as if he didn't want to say more.

The inquisitive "Zhao Huayu" persisted in asking, "Why put the coffin on the cliff? Is there any explanation?"

"Young man, why do you have so many questions? You have been asking all the way here." The old man was very wary of the appearance of the hanging coffins.

Lin Jue took out a red banknote from his pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hand: "Uncle, I am really curious. I have been to so many places, but this is the first time I have seen such a custom."

The old man looked at the banknotes in his hand, stuffed them into his pocket, and took out a cigarette. He took two puffs and said, "In our village, villagers who died suddenly are put into coffins."

"Why?" Lin Jue asked.

"Because people who die suddenly have a lot of resentment, and the underground is filled with heavy yin energy, they are not suitable for burial."

"The cliff is exposed to the sun, and the abundant yang energy can dispel their resentment and prevent them from becoming evil."

After the old man finished speaking, he put away his cigarette and climbed down the vine ladder again: "Okay, let's go quickly."

Can sufficient Yang energy eliminate resentment?

Is there such a thing?

Isn't the weirdness caused by the fog? That thing is not afraid of sunlight. It has as much resentment as it can have, and it won't be reduced by sunlight.

These weird things are very different from ghosts in the traditional sense. Once a person becomes a weird thing, he will have all kinds of incredible strange abilities, just like Bi Zheng. If he is given a certain amount of time, those chains can directly destroy a small building.

Lin Jue glanced at the black coffin. He seemed to hear a faint sound coming from inside the coffin, like fingernails scratching the coffin lid.

But if you listen carefully, the sound disappears again.

"Uncle, do you think there are people still alive in these coffins? They heard us coming and are scratching the coffin lids to make noises to attract our attention so we can rescue them."

The old man almost missed a step when he heard this and said angrily, "Don't say such horrible things. Who would put a living person in a coffin for no reason?"

is it?

Lin Jue didn't comment. He wanted to go to the coffin to take a look, but the platform was too narrow and there was no way leading to the coffin.

He had no choice but to give up the idea and climb down with the old man.

When he climbed down the last step of the vine ladder, Lin Jue walked straight to the side for more than ten meters and looked up.

On the other side of the cliff corner, densely packed black coffins were hung on the bare mountain wall.

(End of this chapter)