Chapter 1: Legend of the Dragon King (Yellow River Corpse Collector)
???When the boat slowly approached, I quickly pulled the old man over. The fish and ducks standing on the crescent boat just approached me and started quacking, as if they were frightened by me, and they flapped their wings and jumped on the crescent boat.
"What's wrong with them? Wasn't they still fine just now?"
I held the old man and helped him onto the big boat. I asked loudly to the old man while tying the rope of the crescent boat.
"My ducks are very spiritual. The death energy around them is too great, which scares them!"
The old man took out a cigarette pole and knocked on the boat a few times.
"Deathy breath? Where does death breath come from?"
I was shocked. Where there is a death breath, people will die, but I didn't feel it, so I couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
"Your body, rest on my boat for two days first, and wait until the air dissipates and goes ashore. Otherwise, it will be bad for strangers. I have pulled a lot of people in your field. When the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple a few years ago, I pulled a group of them. They went there for seven days and seven nights, and I also pulled them when they came back. The smell on their bodies was heavier than yours."
"Dragon King Temple? Where is the tomb?"
I was surprised and suspicious.
"What are you thinking about?"
As soon as I finished the information, the old man patted my head and looked at the distance across the boat.
"I can't go there. After those guys came back that year, they didn't even leave the town and all died in the town. They had a long plague after they died."
The old man frowned deeply, as if he had remembered the scene back then. I obviously felt his facial muscles trembling. I thought to myself that when he pulled those people, I was afraid that something terrible happened.
"Oh, look at me, the old man will be verbose. You sit down, the old man will prepare fish soup for you now."
When the old man saw that I didn't say anything, he seemed to be embarrassed or said something he shouldn't have said, so he quickly changed the subject. Then, without waiting for me to reply, he bent his body to catch a fish in the crescent boat and carried it over there.
I originally went to help, but he was bombarded back. In his words, I am a guest, so where is the rule in the world to let guests cook food?
I had no choice but to sit on the boat, take out his fishing rod, and catch fish unintentionally.
After the old man had processed the fish, he inserted three incense sticks to worship the Dragon King, and then began to make a fire on the boat board and took a dark pot of clay pot. The old man was also a person who knew how to live. He prepared a lot of spices and threw them into the pottery pot one by one.
Soon the fragrance overflowed. I took a deep breath, threw down the fishing rod and ran to sit next to me. Xiao Shi couldn't help but jumped off the roof of the boat.
"Hey, you little guy, I thought you went down the bottom of the river to catch fish."
When the old man saw Xiao Shi, he stopped his work, stretched out his rough hand and hugged Xiao Shi, and then touched Xiao Shi's head lovingly. Xiao Shi was obediently staying quietly in the old man's arms.
"Didn't disturb you?"
I asked a little apologetically, the old man was afraid that he had been worried about me and Xiao Shi during the past two days since I was not awake.
"Where is this little guy, the old man's life has become much richer."
The old man smiled, put Xiao Shi on the deck aside, took out a plate, and washed it carefully. The first bite of soup was served for Xiao Shi. He gave me a bowl, which not only contained fish soup, but also a fish head.
"The wild fish in this big river tastes fresh, try it!"
The old man also raised a bowl, took a sip of the soup by his nose, and breathed in pleasure. He closed his eyes and drank a sip of the soup, and his appearance was very satisfied.
I couldn't wait to take a sip. I hadn't eaten too much overheated food in my stomach for a long time. After this sip, my body was almost floating.
When the old man saw me drinking the soup, his smile became even stronger, "As these years, you are the first person to dare to drink the old man's soup."
He sighed, his tone containing loneliness and powerlessness, and more helplessness.
"I haven't asked you yet."
I asked with fish soup. The old man thought for a while after hearing this, and then spoke for a long time, "I can't remember what my surname is. They all call me Grandpa Huang, so you call me Grandpa Huang too."
"If you want it, then I will call you Grandpa Huang."
I smiled and said that Grandpa Huang’s fish soup was delicious, umami and full of flavor. After drinking the fish soup, I sat on the bow of the boat and chatted. The sun above my head was not small, but because it was on the water, I couldn’t feel any stuffiness.
He seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, and when he met someone who was willing to talk to him, he couldn't help but become aware of his words.
He said that when he was young, he followed his father to make a living on the Yellow River. Later, the world changed and his family was in a downturn. He had to start a career that many people were reluctant to mention, "the corpse picker in the Yellow River."
The so-called Yellow River corpse pickers are a special group of people who specialize in salvaging the bodies of those who fell into the water on the Yellow River. They respect the Dragon King and believe that the Dragon King is the river god who controls the Yellow River. However, because their profession is to accompany the corpse and keep bad luck, they are also far away from people.
"Where are family members?"
I asked. Grandpa Huang sighed, "My wife went there a few years ago, and the remaining two sons have all gone to the city and haven't been back for many years."
When I asked if they didn't care about you, Grandpa Huang shook his head and said repeatedly, "No, no, the old man picked up corpses all his life, because he was affected by cause and effect, and he could not implicate them."
After hearing his words, I couldn't help but feel angry. Many people have a big misunderstanding about the Yellow River corpse pickers, believing that they have bad luck in their bodies when dealing with corpses.
But the real Yellow River corpse pickers is a profession that accumulates good deeds. After all, helping the deceased collects corpses is a kind of good deed. Although they only collect money, the fact that they accumulate virtue cannot be changed. After all, the Yellow River corpse pickers have to support their family. Just picking up corpses for others will starve to death.
I patiently explained it to him, but the old antique Grandpa Huang was not enlightened and insisted on saying that there was a Dragon King guarding the river. They helped people pick up corpses and rob the Dragon King of things. If they offended the Dragon King, they would suffer retribution sooner or later.
Later, I really couldn't persuade him, so I had to give up. This was his stubborn idea, which was deeply rooted in his old age and could not be changed.
"Grandpa Huang, can you tell me about the Dragon King Temple?"
I couldn't help asking, he frowned at me and then relaxed.
"It's not impossible to tell you, but don't go anywhere, that place is evil!"
I know that Grandpa Huang is for my own good. In fact, I am not interested in the Dragon King Temple at all, I am just curious.
So he nodded, responded to him, promised not to go to the Dragon King Temple. After listening to my promise, Grandpa Huang knocked on the cigarette pole and leaned on the hull. I quickly lit a cigarette for him.
After taking a deep breath, he began to tell me about the Yellow River incident about the Dragon King Temple a few years ago.
"Three years ago, on a heavy rainy night, the river was rising rapidly, and many ships were washed away. I was lucky, but by chance, I drove the ship into a quiet bend, which was spared."
"The next day, I heard from people in the town that the Dragon King Temple on that end was washed away by the flood. It was a big sound. The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. This is a manifestation of natural disaster. The people in the town were very frightened and were uneasy all day long. I didn't dare to get out of the water. I pulled the boat to the quiet river and carried it to tie it. I was going home to pick the fish, but the ingredients were stopped by a group of people..."
"The people who went to dig out the Dragon King Temple?"
I asked.
"Well, they told me that they were from the National Archaeology Team and that they wanted to excavate cultural relics, but the old man was very bright. They were just a group of tomb digging because they were very dead in the body. They had accumulated over the years in the soil. I disagreed with it. They threatened me and threatened me with my two boys."
"At that time, the two boys were still living in the town. When I heard that this was a big deal, I just had two pieces of flesh in my heart. How could they get hurt? So I agreed to take them there. The group of people was reasonable and gave me a lot of money. After I took them to the Dragon King Temple, I returned it and promised to pick them up in seven days."
"What happened later?"
"Later, when I came back, I was so scared that my hands and feet were trembling. Suddenly I remembered the money they gave me. When I opened it, I saw that it was all green, Grandpa Mao, with dozens of them. I sat on the bow of the boat and thought about it for a few hours. I felt aggrieved and took the money straight to the house of the two children, and sent them all to the city overnight."
"I was thinking, at worst, the old man's bone splashing body would be given to the old Dragon Prince as a gift. I waited on the river for seven days and seven nights before I drove the boat to the Dragon King Temple."
"It was a storm as soon as I entered the river. I thought to myself that the Dragon Prince was afraid that he would be angry, but he had to go if he promised others. In fact, I was afraid that they would come back. When I saw that I didn't go to pick them up, I went to cause trouble for the two children, so I risked my life."
"I drove the boat to the Dragon King Temple. After waiting for about half an hour, I saw five people coming out of the Dragon King Temple. They were wearing coats, one of them was carrying them in front, four two-and-two walking side by side. There was an iron box between the four people, and four iron chains were connected to the arms of the four people. When they came, there were more than a dozen people who came back, and only five people were back, so many of them were probably dead."
"They got on the boat without saying a word. The man who led the lead took out a handful of money from his bag and stuffed it to me, and then said coldly, "
"You don't know, the sound was like a demon. It scared me so much that I shivered all over and ran to drive the boat in panic. They sat on the deck without saying a word, staring at the bronze box, from the Dragon King Temple to the town, it took two hours of water, guess what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?"
I hurriedly said.
"The five guys stared at the iron box and didn't move their eyes. How could a person's eyes be kept open and hadn't moved for two hours? Then you can't be fooled."
After hearing Grandpa Huang's words, I thought to myself that there was something strange in the Dragon King Temple, and those five guys were probably possessed by evil spirits.
"What happened later?"
I hurriedly asked questions and answers.
"Later..."
"Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Huang..."
Before Grandpa Huang could speak, a young man hurriedly ran over Heti, looking twenty years old, wearing a black sweatshirt and shouting in panic.
"You bastard, why are you doing in a panic? Is there anything amazing?"
Grandpa Huang said dissatisfiedly, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the conversation he had disturbed us.
"Grandpa Huang, come out, come out, something big happened"
He stammered.
"What a big deal, just say it, slow down!"
"The child who left home went to the river to pick up shrimps today and fell into the water."
The young man swallowed a few saliva before he squeezed out this sentence. Grandpa Huang slapped his thigh when he heard it, "How come this is a bad thing to go down!"
After saying that, he hurriedly got up, took his things and jumped into the crescent boat skillfully.
"Little Ten"
I shouted, Xiao Shi immediately put down the plate and jumped onto my shoulders. I quickly released the rope pulling the crescent boat, and then jumped onto the crescent boat.
"What are you still being stunned? Lead the way now."
Grandpa Huang saw that the young man was still moving, and immediately cursed.
"Aoah, downstream, downstream!"
Chapter completed!