My grandfather died, and the coffin could not be buried immediately. When I spent the night in the mourning hall, my mother took me to guard the spirit.
From then on, I vowed not to keep the spirit for anyone, including my parents.
When it was dark, we hurried back to my uncle's house on the snow. The lights were on and it was noisy.
Shoucai was prepared by my eldest uncle a long time ago, and I deliberately looked at the word "Shou" on the baffle of the coffin again, and Xiao Ma's face didn't look good when he saw it.
The paper tie and wreath next to the coffin must have been bought by my relatives from Brother Champion.
The wreaths are delicate, but tacky, and the paper tie is very rough, but I saw a pair of paper people, which made them lifelike. Obviously, the buildings and cars tied with the gold and silver mountains and paper were not made by one person.
The pair of paper figures were so delicate that I was a little frightened when I saw it, and thought it was a child of someone who was naughty and pretending to be.
I hate these paper ties, and this mourning hall, although the grandmother lies in the coffin.
After dinner, the uncle arranged accommodation for the guests.
There were so many relatives in the house all of a sudden, and the uncle could only arrange for these relatives and friends to go to the neighbor's house for lodging.
Brother Zhenmin invited me to live in his old house. Although it has been abandoned for a long time, it has been cleaned up. He brought the bedding specially.
Xiao Ma also followed me, while Taoist Tanyou stayed and continued to chant sutras for his grandmother. Uncle promised to give him 200 yuan for hard work.
The old house of Zhenmin's family was outside the town. When Huimeng was still called Xichui Township, it was not prosperous. His family also lived on the hillside, more than a mile away from Grandpa's old house.
We lit a pile of firewood in the main hall. Brother Zhenmin took out a jar of sorghum wine and three white porcelain bowls. Everyone took turns drinking to keep warm.
The pony was too drunk, and quickly became drunk, and was helped by brother Zhenmin and I to get the quilt covered.
Back by the fire, Brother Zhenmin asked in a low voice, "Who is the Taoist leader you brought with this pony? Are you familiar with them?"
I shook my head and left the main room with Brother Zhenmin on the pretext that it was convenient to go together.
Inside the simple latrine, I whispered to Zhenmin: "This pony has a birthday sign on the outside of his father's arm."
After hearing this, Zhenmin shivered and asked, "What about this Taoist priest?"
"It's an expert invited by Ma, we must speak frankly and honestly about the past!"
Brother Zhenmin naturally knows what "old past events" mean
He led me into a wing room, which was very dilapidated and dusty. He introduced: "This is my father's room. Since he came back with your grandpa, he has lived here alone and has become taciturn. "
"Didn't you ask the reason?" I questioned.
Brother Zhenmin handed the flashlight into my hand, then swept the dust on the wall with a broomstick, and replied to me: "Father said that they were bullied outside and felt depressed, but he also gave my mother a sum of money. , He intends to continue to go out to make money, but unfortunately something happened before he goes out."
I shined a flashlight on the adobe wall. There was a weird pattern engraved there, which looked like a simple map, because it was also written with the place names: Donggou, Yehugou, Guhunling.
At this time, the flashlight suddenly went out, I was shaking, and a chill came into being. Brother Zhenmin hurriedly took out the lighter and ignited the broom, which was used as a torch to light it. I was quiet. There was no furniture in the room, not even a mouse. , Only the peeling adobe wall.
By the light of the broom, Brother Zhenmin wrote down the map on the wall, and then painted the pattern on the wall with the burning broom.
In the flickering and darkening of Mars falling, I felt someone staring at us.
I hurriedly twisted the flashlight, and finally it turned on again, so I looked around the room. There were only me and Brother Zhenmin in the room. Then I asked: "Brother Zhenmin, what is engraved on the wall? Why do you want Cross it out?"
Brother Zhenmin dropped the extinguished broom and explained: "It's my father's will. He doesn't know much, so I just use pictures to show it."
At this time, the wooden door of the old house made a "twist" sound, and the flashlight I was scared of couldn't hold it securely. The sound was too scary. Brother Zhenmin caught the flashlight, snatched out of the room, and took a photo towards the gate of the house.
I followed too busy, and saw that under the light of the flashlight, a black shadow blocked my eyes with my hands.
"Don't shine on my face, the light is too strong!" It was the voice of the old Taoist priest.
Brother Zhenmin turned the flashlight and asked: "Why are you here?"
We entered the hall and sat down around the fire. The old Taoist priest saw this altar of sorghum wine and immediately filled it with swigs.
"Why do you monks still drink alcohol?" Brother Zhenmin questioned.
The veteran Taoist disapproved and asked, "Have you read the martial arts novels written by Jin Yong? The Taoists of Quanzhen Sect are all drinking, and the martial arts are strong. I am an anonymous disciple of Quanzhen Sect.
Brother Zhenmin didn't agree, and asked straightforwardly: "The Taoist chief came to find an ancient tomb, right?"
I hurriedly explained to him: "This is Brother Zhenmin, and his father's arm has also been burned with a birthday sign on the outside of his arm."
After hearing this, the old Taoist understood, and asked: "Is your father also in the tomb back then?"
Brother Zhenmin nodded in response and replied, "This has cost my father's life and the happiness of my family!"
"Since this little brother is also a suffering master, the poor Dao opened the skylight to speak brightly, and the father and them entered the ancient tomb. Some people took the treasures from the tomb, and some returned empty-handed!"
Brother Zhenmin said immediately: "My father came home empty-handed."
"And my grandfather." This sentence is nonsense, the Taoist leader has known it a long time ago, but before Zhenmin, I want to be consistent with him.
The old Taoist drank a swig of sorghum wine again, and continued: "The person who died first is a kind of relief, or abandoning the car to protect the commander. Although the father died early, he returned to your safety and security. The old horse has lived until now. , But has been living in fear. But this kind of good day has come to an end, you should pay the debts owed by your predecessors!"
Brother Zhenmin looked pale and asked, "But we don't even know what debts our fathers owe, how should we pay them back? Where else is the creditor, I don't know!"
Tanyou Daochang said with a proud face: "Pan Dao is here for this, not for money, only for fame!"
A cold wind blew and opened the broken wooden door of the main room. I hurriedly got up to close the door. I saw a figure falling from the sky and then drifting past my eyes. I was scared and sat on the ground with a "Mom" sound.
Brother Zhenmin immediately snatched out of the hall, looked towards the night sky, and couldn't help shaking.
The old Taoist came and helped me, and walked outside the door.
I clearly saw a human figure, but it was as light as paper.
Brother Zhenmin took the flashlight and shone it on the ridge of the hall, only to see a paper figure straddling the ridge of the house.
The old Taoist immediately chanted the curse, waved his fingers, and shouted: "Illness!"
A red light ran towards the ridge of the main hall, and the paper man fell to the ground.
Brother Zhenmin was also very scared. The old Taoist picked up the paper man and praised: "The craftsmanship is very good, but if this kind of thing is made too realistic, it will cause disaster for the master."
What made me even more frightened was that this old guy actually carried the paper man back into the house. Brother Zhenmin closed the door and explained: "This is what your third aunt bought from Anle Town. It is much more refined than the champion!"
The old guy threw the paper man on the fire and burned it. In the jumping flame, I saw the paper man’s distorted face and seemed to hear him shouting. (End of this chapter)