When I moved things from the temple, the Zhang family had already taken care of things...

Firecrackers were set off again outside the door, and I helped Uncle Liu enter. The deceased had already changed into a shroud.

I burned paper money at the door, wrapped the money and paper ashes into my shroud purse, and brought them to the Zhang family and their son.

In fact, it is already too late to do all this and has lost its meaning.

Uncle Liu has told me before that when sending someone away, money should be paid as soon as possible so that the departed person can have money to escort the deceased.

But now I come home late, and after all, the process cannot be saved. After all, this is what Uncle Liu and I eat...

Uncle Liu originally suggested a seven-day dojo, but Zhang Zhijun, a financial fan, only recognized three days. These things can only be done according to the wishes of the victim.

The so-called Taoist temple is to accumulate virtues for the past and to forgive the sins of the past. Because after the first seven visits of the deceased, they will be arraigned by the judge, and the cause and effect will be determined based on the good and evil sins during life.

Therefore, Uncle Liu proposed a seven-day ritual, not to earn more money for a few more days. But the victim did not understand, so he could only pay 100,000 yuan so that the deceased could take care of the judge.

Everything went smoothly during the ceremony. The villagers helped separate the 100,000 yuan into white paper. Even though Uncle Liu was blind, he had no problem drawing symbols and writing.

Zhang Zhijun guarded the incense candle because Uncle Liu repeatedly warned that the candle should not be extinguished during the funeral, and the incense should not be cut off. This means that after the death of Zhang Lao, mother and son, the Zhang family can still continue to have incense.

And I was pulled aside by my daughter-in-law: "Jiang Chen, how do you burn these?"

One hundred thousand dollars cannot be burned through in a short time.

The little daughter-in-law in a big city doesn't understand the rules. I explained to her carefully that she should first use loose money to honor the city god and the mountain god, because they have to report to the city god in the area where they belong. In a village like ours that relies on the mountains, it is handled by the mountain god, so they must first pay filial piety.

them.

The one hundred thousand yuan was sealed to avoid being snatched by ghosts. It was wrapped in white paper and handled by the postal service, just to ensure that these sealed items would be delivered to the Zhang family and their son.

So much attention to detail? The young daughter-in-law couldn’t help but wonder: "Then where will the foreigners be managed if they die in a foreign land?"

Is there any need to ask? I told her without thinking: "To be laid to rest is to put down roots and take root. Wherever you are buried, you will definitely go home. But no matter which world it is, it excludes outsiders, so some people pay attention to returning to their roots. No matter what, they have to return to themselves."

My homeland."

"No wonder those old sayings say that!" The little daughter-in-law burned one hundred thousand dollars thoughtfully.

As soon as I finished explaining this, Uncle Liu called me...

He only said that he wanted me to help him back to the temple to get something. In fact, he took away the wooden bracelet among the relics. It was the coffin bracelet that the youngest Zhang wore last night.

Uncle Liu carefully wrapped it with a yellow charm and buried me under the crooked neck tree in the backyard of the mountain temple.

He repeatedly asked: "In the next two days, you first capture an old bird and bring it back. When you go up the mountain, dig it out and apply the old bird's blood on the wooden bracelet. After doing this, you can quietly put it back into the relics and burn them together with the Zhang family and their children."

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I agreed to this!

I heard Uncle Liu say before that the old bird eats carrion corpses and grows up, which is the most powerful thing against the evil spirit. The old bird's blood is actually better than chicken blood, but it is too overbearing. Ma family disciples dare not use it for fear of hurting Baojiaxian, Taoist

Not good at using it either.

The next two days were peaceful until the last day of the ceremony!

Seeing that daybreak was the day to go up the mountain, all the villagers who came to help went back to rest tonight. Zhang Zhijun was still very sleepy after two days, lying on the table and screaming.

I didn't even care that the incense was almost burnt out. I tried to help with my kindness, but when I lit the incense, I couldn't insert it into the furnace.

Weird! I took three incense sticks, poked them downwards, and suddenly pulled out a foreign object from the ashes...

"Snake...snake head!" I exclaimed tremblingly, feeling like I was scared to death.

I saw two nearly overlapping snake heads emerging from the ashes of the incense burner, with four eyes staring straight at me.

Uncle Liu hurriedly came over, held my shoulders, and asked urgently: "What's going on, what's going on?"

"The snake swallowed the prime minister's head!"

I said to him in shock: "Uncle Liu, this... these are definitely those two snake heads."
Chapter completed!