Lan He is sincere and sincere. He has seen Granny Long a few times since he was a child. He is a neat and interesting elder. The Miao family pays attention to the soul to be with the ancestors after death, but the undead who have just died do not know the way, and do not know how to go to the grave, so they need the practice of the master to guide the way.
—Usually, the process is a little restraint after death, and then guide the way, enter the coffin, pay homage, go on tour, thank the filial piety, leave the funeral, and be buried, but if they do it hastily, they will reduce some processes.
Lan He heard from her grandmother that there are fewer powerful mages now, and she has to cut down the process. She is a little lonely. In addition to origami, she can also show her way to Granny Long and give her a ride.
But of course it's hard to say this in front of Uncle Long, and not to mention his performances all year round, shouldn't he think he's cursing when he says it
He looked at the grandmother.
The grandmother sighed. For the sake of everyone, the family members should not be too stubborn without looking at the remains. If there is a real emergency, if something happens, you can forget about it. If you say that she is old enough to live, then her family makes trouble, and people outside are pointing at her. What should they do
She can't be a disgusting old woman, but she thought in her heart, origami still has to be folded. She knows her grandson's craftsmanship, and she can give something to an old friend. This can come quietly.
Grandma said: "Forget it, children don't understand this. Let's burn paper here, and I'll talk to her when we do the dojo at night."
"You're so old, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold the dojo at night," Uncle Long nodded. The dojo was held for two or three hours, "you can talk for a while, if there is anything missing at home, I won't be here. Convenient, go to my sister's house to get it."
His grandmother's old residence here was unoccupied all the year round, so he only cared about the residence.
"It's okay, I'll clean up later." Grandma said.
"Well, the two little dolls don't come here, I'm afraid they will say the wrong thing." Uncle Long said again.
To this grandmother, I was full of promises. When I was in the dojo, I could only speak the Miao language. Even in the Miao language, there were some taboos and I couldn’t say the wrong thing. Therefore, people outside were generally not allowed to participate. Gu Masters who are disciples from other places are not allowed to participate.
After that, Uncle Long took them to burn paper outside the house.
Lan He glanced at the main room. During the death, there should be a gap left in the coffin for relatives and friends to pay their respects. But because she was afraid that Granny Long would "see" everyone, no seams were left in the coffin this time.
The main room was relatively dark, and it was impossible to see whether the deceased was in it or somewhere else.
Lan He smelled it, and it was quite a distance away, so she couldn't smell anything...
"Bring out the liquor and fire paper." Grandma had already prepared the memorial supplies, and she sat and burned the fire paper with a knife.
Uncle Long saw that they were burning paper, so he went to greet other relatives and friends.
Lan He took a stick and helped her grandmother pick up the ashes, her mind wandered a little, thinking about Ying Shao and the others.
Grandma said, "Don't go over it. If she doesn't like it, she will curse."
"..." Lan He glanced left and right, "Let's talk nonsense, I didn't even see Granny Long."
Grandma said, "As I told me before, she hates people poking outside while burning paper."
Lan He hurriedly stopped, afraid that Granny Long would come over and scold him.
Grandma glanced at Song Futan. In her grandmother's heart, Song Futan could neither understand her words nor see ghosts, so she asked with confidence, "Have you seen Ah Feng?"
"Maybe I haven't recovered yet, I'm not outside." Lan He said. After a person dies, he has to be guided and recited to know that he is dead, and the new death may be more ignorant.
The grandmother said: "You turn some bulls and horses, boy, burn it for her, it's better to burn a radio, she is most afraid of loneliness. Why is this time down, the most lively person, hey... I will let them at night. Keep blowing the reeds, and Feng will not be alone on the road."
Although the funeral was in a hurry, all the relatives and friends who could rush over came. They couldn't go in, so they burned paper outside together.
I don't know which junior of Granny Long, a little girl, came with her family to burn paper, and when she saw Lan He inadvertently, her eyes widened: "Lan... Lan..."
Looking at Song Futan again: "Hang... hang... I... I..."
His family thought the child bumped into something, patted her face, and said in a panic, "What's wrong?"
The little girl was almost out of breath. As a local, she knew that Lan He was from this city, but she didn't know that Lan He had something to do with this stockade, and she appeared here with Song Futan! ! !
Lan He knew at a glance, I am a fan.
Just as he was about to say hello, the little girl was so excited that she was speechless, gestured for a long time, and squeezed out a word: "Goo!!"
Lan He and Song Futan: "..."
… Well, it’s still a CP fan of Floating Lan Ming Pigeon.
parents:"??"
Why is my daughter still chirping
Lan He and the others brought a piece of fire paper slowly burnt out, grandma patted Lan He, he nodded at the little girl, then helped grandma up with Song Futan, and walked aside to drink tea.
That little girl's name was Long Xuemei, and she had to explain to her parents that she wasn't caught in pigeon gu, but just saw a star she liked.
His parents remembered the name mentioned by their daughter, "It looks like a gentleman. What you said is black and white, I thought you were a fan of the underworld."
Long Xuemei: "What kind of underworld, it's the underworld who fan him!"
"Okay, okay, you burn the paper."
Long Xuemei also knelt down, burning some paper while reading my aunt and grandmother. After burning a few handfuls of Uncle Long, he told her to hurry up, saying that young people should not kneel for too long, and the old man felt distressed when he saw it.
After getting up, Long Xuemei walked to Lan He, because the occasion was not suitable, she tried her best not to exaggerate her expression: "Then, that, you too, from this stockade?"
"Yes, my grandmother, I'm back for the New Year this time." Lan He smiled at her. Seeing that her eyes had been swept across her and Song Futan, she knew that she must have wanted to ask why Song Futan was there. Guess it's all over the top.
Well, it's the same as Liu Shisan...
Long Xuemei said in a daze, "I never heard that you were going to bring Teacher Xuanguang home. There is no news of you at all. Oh my God, I didn't expect our hometown to be in a village."
What does it mean to bring Teacher Xuanguang home? I understand. Lan He couldn't speak directly, only smiled. Even if this little sister was so excited, she would never have thought that what they were knocking was real.
Song Futan also explained: "Well, I want to see the style of Miao Village."
Long Xuemei: "Oh, it's good, it's good..."
As for why everyone didn't know that Lan He was back.
He has always been one of the most difficult people to photograph in the circle. One is that he doesn't usually go out at all, and if he wants to go out, he leaves his soul. The other is that since the capture of Liu Shisan, Lan He knew that his name had been reported. department.
Listening to Song Futan, there is a classification above, and evaluation will be carried out. Although he will not intervene, he will intervene to prevent the information from leaking for some people with special identities. Lan He has a good relationship with Juehui Temple and Dongyue Temple, so he also gets this treatment. So, no one can get his flight.
My grandmother still had some memories of this little girl. She seemed to be the grandchild of Granny Long's brothers and sisters. She also said that Lan He had met her once when she was a baby.
Long Xuemei whimpered, "Gu, so my brother and I are too small."
"What does Goo mean?" Grandma asked her, a little confused.
Long Xuemei: "... just burp."
As soon as she found out that she could understand her own words, the grandmother was rude and pulled her to ask if she was in the stockade during this time. The last time she returned to the stockade was four or five months ago. At that time, Granny Long was already ill. Later, she heard that her condition was repeated, and she said it was better.
Long Xuemei said honestly: "I don't live in the stockade now, but because I often come back to get herbal medicine, I also visit my aunt. I also made the straw sandals that I asked people to rub. My aunt has been in a coma for two months. It’s been a while and I’ve been sleeping all the time. I came here a few times and just looked at her old man’s house. My dad said that it’s a happy event for my aunt to be freed.”
"It used to be so pungent." Grandma sighed, "But it's okay to leave the pain. Of ten diseases, nine can be cured well, and the remaining one can't be cured, she also understands... Ah Feng."
The grandmother turned around again and started talking to the hall where the spirits were suspended.
At the age of my grandmother, there are fewer and fewer living peers and friends, and the nostalgia is beyond words. It's a pity that Granny Long's soul is still awake, so she can't hear the words of her old friend.
The three juniors were silent, and Long Xuemei also suppressed her excitement, listening to her chanting words in Miao language.
…
At this time, Lan He saw that Ma Qinghui came with three disciples, still carrying wine.
Uncle Long stopped him immediately: "Why are you here again, I said it all, you are not welcome here, let alone sung negative words."
The other people who came to pay homage avoided a distance and pointed. Ma Qinghui walked around the stockade. They all knew that this was the son of the old hag, and now he has become a Gu Master.
The Gu women in the stockade were passed down from generation to generation, both true and false. Because of the restraints on women in the past, the default for male Gu Masters like Ma Qinghui must have learned the ability to go out.
Moreover, Ma Qinghui said that he still wanted to participate in the dojo. He had read the negative words, and he was even more convinced that he had learned a lot of skills outside, not only Gu, but maybe he also knew how to make ghosts. Faced with him, everyone is more afraid.
But Uncle Long's family passed down the Miao medicine, which didn't give a good face at all, and wanted to drive Ma Qinghui away.
Ma Qinghui said with a sullen face, "I respect Granny Long, not you." Back then in the stockade, except for the two mothers-in-law, Quanzhai didn't have any good looks towards him. When his mother was still there, the companions didn't even dare to drink the water from his house, so they avoided him, and even chanted a spell to ward off Gu when they passed by the door of his house.
Uncle Long said stubbornly: "Outsiders can't come to participate, you are no longer from our stockade, and you also brought two foreign boys with a grass ghost."
This is Uncle Long's home court. Although the young man in his family is a little scared, he is also on his side.
Ma Qinghui seems to be reminded of the past by Uncle Long's words, and he is the only person who dares to mention the past like this today.
Ma Qinghui's eyes were vicious, and everyone else was frightened.
Although Uncle Long was unnatural, he still said: "You don't want to harm people again. Back then, your father was killed by your mother. Even if she didn't raise grass ghosts, she would still be a savior. It was the life of a Gu woman."
Grandma stopped him immediately: "Okay, why do you say that."
"Auntie, this kid just wants to feel at ease, and has never thought about us. If my mother is really disturbed... I'll just take him away. How about knocking on someone else's door to invite company?" Uncle Long said.
There have always been rumors in Miao Village that the deceased knocked on the doors of other people in the village at night and asked them to go with them. I also know that if I leave, I will die together.
Therefore, when the Taoist priest mentioned this taboo, Uncle Long and other juniors abide by it, and others in the stockade also abide by it. Even my grandmother did not insist on seeing Granny Long.
Grandma persuaded Ma Qinghui, "Xiaohui, just burn a piece of paper for grandma here."
Ma Qinghui didn't show a fierce look to her grandmother, but she showed a vicious expression to the others: "I'll live through my yin, and I'll see who can stop me at night."
After that, he pointed to Uncle Long and left.
Everyone was in an uproar, "Seeing if he pointed that way, he must be letting go!"
"He just put a finger on the gu..."
"I don't know if the third son of Long has his mother's ability."
"Did he let go?" Lan He asked her grandmother.
Grandma said slowly: "Is there no..." But when Xiaohui looked at Uncle Long, he really hated it.
After Ma Qinghui left, Long Xuemei came over again, "It scared me to death, gu..."
Lan He: "?"
Goo at this time
However, Lan He quickly realized that she was talking about "gu".
Long Xuemei: "Brother Lan He, Teacher Xuanguang, you all know Miao Gu, that person is the one who raises Gu, and I heard that he is still a ghost, many people dare not offend him. Hey, if they hadn't quarreled, I really want to ask if there is any Gu who can help me study..."
She knew Ma Qinghui before she knew Lan He.
Lan He said sternly, "That's just a parasite."
Long Xuemei: "Uh..."
Long Xuemei was a little speechless about his upright attitude, but when he thought about his brother's character design, he was not superstitious, and it was widely circulated that he put makeup on the pig's head. It's just because he found out today that his grandmother was a Miao doctor, but thinking about it again, it's not surprising that Lan He grew up in the city.
Let's take a look at the teacher Xuanguang who came to visit the Miao Village style.
Song Futan: "Voltaire has a saying, superstition is the result of a fool meeting a liar. It's normal to seek psychological comfort, but don't get too carried away, it's easy to be cheated of money."
Long Xuemei: "..."
Long Xuemei was educated by the knocked CP together, and groaned, saying that she would go back and work hard on her own, and at most turn around the koi.
…
After returning, Lan He asked Ying Shao on WeChat. They seemed to be living in the old house of Ma Qinghui's family at night. The house was destroyed before, but in fact only the ruins were left, so basically they were sleeping in the open air. .
Ying Shao was quite dumbfounded.
Lan He packed her grandmother's house here and let them come and live there.
However, Ying Shao said that Ma Qinghui would not agree, and he and his two younger brothers did not dare to abandon the master and go to sleep in the house by themselves, so they had to accompany Ma Qinghui to sit on the ground. Moreover, Ma Qinghui seemed to have to go to the dojo at night.
Lan He reminded Ying Shao: [Look at your master, stop making trouble.]
Ying Shao: [Well, actually, Master just wanted to send Granny Long, so she wouldn't really hurt Granny Long's child.]
Lan He was relieved.
There are both Laosi and Taoist priests in their stockade. Of course, the Taoists are all folk Taoists, and they have not been properly registered, the kind of Huoju Taoist priests passed down from generation to generation. Moreover, the religions on their side are actually a mixture of Miao, Buddha, and Dao. Therefore, some people still recite Buddhist scriptures before burning the paper, and the Taoist priests or old ministers in the dojo do not care.
In the first half of the night, Lan He was pasting paper horses and paper cows at home, while Song Futan chanted sutras with Granny Long, and the paper after reciting the sutras was burned to Granny Long, hoping to increase her merits.
The dojo is always in the middle of the night, and at midnight, Long Xuemei volunteered to come over to inform them, and took a bright flashlight. The stockade is no different than the city, there are street lights everywhere, and it is pitch dark at night.
Lan He saw that she was thin and small, and said, "I'll send it over, and then I'll wait by the side."
The three of them escorted the grandmother to the Long's house to participate in the dojo.
On the way, they heard a burst of singing.
But it wasn't the faint sound of singing and dancing from the Long family, but from the other direction, from the edge of the stockade, there was no accompaniment, and a hoarse male voice was singing soul-inducing words in the Miao language.
This voice echoed in the mountains. Although Song Futan couldn't understand it, he felt the coldness and longing from it.
"...It's Xiaohui." Grandma heard it too.
"He didn't go to Long's house." Lan He said, although he said harsh words, but in the end Ma Qinghui did not disturb Granny Long's funeral, but just burned paper and sang at the door of his house.
This song made Lan He's heart feel sour. He looked at Song Futan and read the lyrics: "The hillside is lush, the river is rippling, the moon is bright, the sun is bright, that's a good place for the soul to return to..."
Gradually, I could no longer hear Ma Qinghui's singing, only the Long family was playing the sheng and drums.
Long Xuemei was in charge of the flashlight, and her large flashlight suddenly flashed twice, and she hurriedly shook it a few times. After this flash, she saw that there seemed to be a shadow in front of the room in front of her.
Her heart thumped, Long Xuemei thought about where it was, and called out tentatively, "Uncle Jun?"
No sound.
"I read it wrong, it might be Chai He." Long Xuemei felt a little chill on her back.
But just as she was about to take a step, there was a knock on the door.
Boom, boom, boom… boom.
Long Xuemei seemed to be fascinated. She counted the sounds. It seemed that every time the knock on the door landed on her heart, her heartbeat gradually synchronised. At the fourth sound, the flashlight suddenly went black, and she was also suddenly shocked, her heart seemed to be tightened, and it was clearly cold in the autumn, but the cool wind was blowing, but the sweat was pouring down.
There are three people and four ghosts. They all say that when knocking on the door at night, the ghost knocks four times. And if the person heard their voices and didn't answer, the flashlight went out, and all the light seemed to be lost, only the sound of the reeds in the distance. In this situation, the more lively the sound was, the more scared she became.
Long Xuemei threw the flashlight vigorously, and when she heard footsteps turning from the door to their side, she cried and went to Lan He and them to hide.
Just as Lan He was about to protect the little fan, she saw Long Xuemei hiding behind her grandmother, "..."
Well, compared to atheistic idols, she thinks the idol's grandmother is more reliable.
Long Xuemei's voice was split: "Mother-in-law! It's Mother-in-law Long who has come to invite her woo woo!"
She was still banging on the flashlight, but it didn't light up. She took a picture with her mobile phone. Her hands were too shaking to turn on the flashlight function.
Grandma whispered: "Don't call her name! Lan He?"
It stands to reason that it is not yet time to invite a companion, but at this time there is no need to think so much. She has old arms and legs, and she has to ask her grandson to solve it. Although he is usually not allowed to touch these things, the grandson learned some self-protection methods from his grandfather.
It was only then that Long Xuemei realized why she wanted to call the other party. This was not a self-inflicted move, and she was so frightened that she almost fainted.
Lan He gave her a hug, "Bring your grandmother to the back."
Song Futan also took out the completed talisman paper that he carried with him and stuffed it into Long Xuemei: "Take it."
"What?" Long Xuemei held the piece of paper and took a photo of them with his mobile phone. He saw that Song Futan took out a Buddhist bead, and Lan He also had a small paper figure in his hand, which was pasted by Mr. Miao at the door. Almost a disaster.
She sobbed and said: "No, not that, superstition is, a fool meets a liar." During the day, she also taught her not to be superstitious and rely on herself...
"Hey, that's what Voltaire said... And it's not a superstition, it's a traditional culture." Lan He didn't have time to tell her that much, and threw the paper figure in his hand.
Long Xuemei saw that the paper figurine's hands and feet were still able to move on her own, and a thought flashed through her eyes. My brother is not only black and white, isn't this all yin and yang...