Monday, June 7.
According to Beiquan's speculation, Dong Chaoyang was pushed down a dry well by Song Qi in the early morning of the 1st, and then was stoned to death by Rosen, so the next day should be Dong Chaoyang's first seven nights.
During the day, Beiquan sent the pendant and bracelet that contained the souls of the young master and Dong Chaoyang to a familiar Taoist temple. He asked the Taoist priest who was really a Taoist to help him, and then instructed Wei Fuyuan to drive and take him to Fengxing. out of the city.
"Beiquan, where are we going?"
On the way, Wei Fuyuan asked curiously.
"I ordered something from a certain shopkeeper I know well, and it's going to come in handy tonight."
Beiquan replied:
"The owner's craftsmanship is very good, but the location of the shop is relatively remote."
He paused for a while, then laughed softly:
"However, those who can still do that business are really only in the suburbs."
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
Beiquan's vague statement made him even more curious.
The car drove for a full hour. When Wei Fuyuan estimated that he was about to drive to the neighboring county, Beiquan finally let him get off the provincial road and turned into a small village through a very inconspicuous exit.
The scale of the village is not large, there are only about a hundred households, the style of the houses is rustic, and the buildings are no more than four stories high.
But Wei Fuyuan soon noticed that in this village, except for a few daily necessities and grain and oil grocery stores, almost all the stores facing the street were selling incense candles, gifts of yellow paper and red talismans, and even There are several small courtyards full of large stones, which turned out to be specially carved tombstones.
"You know what?"
Beiquan said to Wei Fuyuan:
"There is a newly developed permanent cemetery behind this village, so almost every household in this village is doing business with dead people."
Wei Fuyuan thought to himself how could I possibly know this!
However, he still followed Beiquan's instructions and parked the car next to an inconspicuous three-story building at the end of the village.
The side of the small building facing the street has been converted into a pavement. A thin wooden door is ajar, and a plaque is hung on the lintel. Most of the red paint has fallen off. You need to get close enough to distinguish the words written on it. Four words:
"Taiping Paper".
Beiquan raised his hand and knocked on the door, and an old man's voice came from inside:
"Please come in."
So Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan into the door.
The shop is converted from the living room of an ordinary old-fashioned house. The ceiling is not low, but the windows are not bright enough, and incandescent lamps have to be turned on even in the morning.
The gloomy picture of the white light tube makes the goods in the room whiter and whiter, red more red, and green more green, which is terribly gloomy.
Wei Fuyuan shivered.
He only saw a lot of paper figures and horses thrown into the water in the fragmented space two days ago, and when he saw similar things again, he was covered in white sweat.
Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan through the living room filled with paper flowers, wreaths, elegiac couplets, white lanterns, and some already tied sacrificial supplies, and entered the inner hall.
There was an old couple in the inner hall, about seventy years old, sitting in the middle of a large pile of bamboo strips and rice paper and other materials, burying their heads in their work.
Seeing the guests coming, the old man stood up.
"Beiquan, we have done everything you want."
He pointed in the direction of the corner:
"Hey, just for your order, my wife and I have been busy for two days, and we haven't been able to sleep soundly at night!"
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan followed the old man's instructions and saw that there were two large cardboard boxes in the corner, which were stuffed with packed paper products of various colors.
Beiquan thanked the old man and praised their craftsmanship, so he instructed Wei Fuyuan to move the two large boxes into the car.
Although the box was large, it was filled with bamboo strips and rice paper. Wei Fuyuan didn't have to make a second trip, and he easily moved them all into the trunk of the Jetta.
It's just that the size of these paper bundles is very large, and they are still fragile things that cannot be folded and squeezed. As a result, the trunk cannot be closed, and the door can only be left half-open.
Fortunately, their destination is not far from the village.
Beiquan asked Wei Fuyuan to drive the car into the newly created cemetery and parked in an open space in the central area.
"It is no longer possible to burn paper in Fengxing City now."
Beiquan smiled and explained to Wei Fuyuan:
"I've thought about it, and it's still the most suitable place here."
This newly opened cemetery is located at the foot of a barren mountain, far away from people.
The entire cemetery is in the shape of a "concave" when viewed from above, with the opening facing north. The reserved tomb pits on the three sides of the east, south and west look like boxes without tops. They are built along the mountain and are distributed in steps.
Wei Fuyuan glanced at it roughly and found that not many tombstones had been erected, and more than 80% of the places were still empty. It is roughly estimated that there will be thousands of more deceased people in the future.
In the center of the park, there is an empty hanging area. Square pits are built with fireproof bricks, equipped with tables, candlesticks, incense burners, large iron buckets, sand and water buckets for fire fighting, whether you want to burn incense or paper. , can meet the needs of customers.
Beiquan spent 100 yuan to rent a pit in the corner of the Pingding District.
"Have to wait until twelve midnight."
He said to Wei Fuyuan.
At this time, it was time for dinner. Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan found a farmhouse near the cemetery. After dawdling, they finally waited until midnight.
It's not a new year, a festival, or a ternary year. It's neither the first day of the new year nor the fifteenth day. After nightfall, the suburban cemetery is eerily quiet.
In addition to the two staff on duty at night, there are only two worshippers, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan.
Finally, it was twelve o'clock midnight.
Beiquan dug out a large stack of paper money, wrapped it in yellow paper, wrote a name on each paper bag, took out a piece of chalk, and drew two circles with gaps on the ground.
The paper bags were lit, and Beiquan threw them into one of the circles, and while they were still burning, he muttered something. Wei Fuyuan pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while, and found that it was nothing more than "Protect each other, little ghosts do not invade, A long way to go, early to bliss" and so on.
"You burned this paper for Dong Chaoyang and that little son?"
Seeing that the paper bag was about to burn out, Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't help asking.
He didn't cry today, so it's not clear if there's any other "thing" in this place.
But just because you can't see it, it's easier to make up your mind.
Wei Fuyuan always felt as if something was standing behind him, so much so that he didn't even dare to look back:
"How did you know that little boy's name?"
Beiquan smiled:
"I asked Te Qi to help me 'ask' it out."
Beiquan used his index and middle fingers to compare the "walking" posture, "They have talented people who can go yin, and they went to the 'below' specially to ask the judge."
Wei Fuyuan has long been accustomed to these particularly non-materialistic sayings, and now he seems extraordinarily calm:
"So it is."
While he was talking, the two packs of paper money had been completely burned.
Wei Fuyuan noticed that the ash when the paper money was burning was not as big as he thought.
At this time, Beiquan handed Wei Fuyuan a stack of paper money and asked him to burn it next to him, saying that it was "to take care of the lonely ghosts passing by", and he covered the embers with sand and then put the prepared paper wrap Throw them into the tin buckets one by one, and watch them be devoured by the fire one by one.
"you… "
Wei Fuyuan completed the task assigned to him by Beiquan, and walked to his boss's side with his hands behind his back.
He cleared his throat, "Why burn these things for them both?"
Wei Fuyuan has been following Beiquan to deal with the evil spirits for nearly two months. After several incidents, various tragedies have been seen, and it is not uncommon for poor people to die tragically.
It is true that Beiquan has a principle, that is, as long as there are victims who have died in vain, as long as they can catch a handful of them, they will take back their souls and give them to temples or Taoist temples for superannuation, in order to make them die as soon as possible.
However, it was the first time for Dong Chaoyang and Xiao Gongzi to have to work for his boss to burn the paper in person afterward.
"Ha ha."
Hearing this, Beiquan laughed softly.
Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan.
The wind stirred up by the flames was very hot. Under the reflection of the firelight, Beiquan's face seemed to be much rosier than usual. His eyes were curved into crescent shapes, and his chestnut pupils were as clear as opals.
"Because that's what I promised him."
As Beiquan said that, he took out a piece of paper from the cardboard box and shook it in front of Wei Fuyuan's eyes.
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
This turned out to be a paper tablet with a simulation degree of more than 90%, and it was the latest model officially announced by Apple at the end of last year!
Beiquan threw the tablet into the tin bucket, and the flames quickly licked it up. With a "snap" sound, the bamboo strips cracked when heated, and the flames engulfed this exquisite handicraft.
Beiquan turned around again, took out a mobile phone and an iPod, and continued to throw them into the fire.
"When I persuaded that little boy before, he said that he could let go of his hatred and let me take his soul, but only if I helped him make something that could watch the live broadcast, so that he could see him anytime, anywhere. The tragic end of his enemies."
Beiquan paused:
"I promised him... ah, found it!"
In the corner of the box, he pulled out a pair of exquisite wireless Bluetooth earphones, the ones with charging boxes, "Tsk tsk, it really is the craftsmanship of Old Li Tou, it's fake."
Beiquan threw the earphones together with the charging box into the fire.
"I thought that the young master's requirements are not too high, so I just burned all these electronic products for him."
He turned his head and curled his lips at Wei Fuyuan:
"You young people like to play these anyway, right?"
"cough!"
For some reason, Wei Fuyuan felt a little pain in his knee.
"I don't know if the young master will use it... It's all people from hundreds of years ago..."
He muttered, and looked at Beiquan again:
"Why are you being so nice to them both?"
"After all, it's a promise, it has to be done. And it's not easy for both of them..."
Beiquan thought about it:
"Generally, people who die because of wrongdoing have a lot of grievances. Under certain conditions, they often turn into ghosts, completely irrational, and indiscriminately hurt people's lives."
He stared at the paperwork in the tin bucket with only skeletons left, and said in a low voice:
"God helps those who help themselves. Since both of them have been able to keep themselves from the beginning to the end, then..."
"Why don't you help them a little more?"
The author has something to say: Beiquan did this deliberately because he thought of himself from the experience of the young son!