marry a ghost

The auspicious time hadn't arrived yet, and several elders chatted beside them.

As soon as this person gets old, he likes to take out the old love and old things of Chen Zhima and rotten millet, and put them in the sun over and over again. These old people are all in their 80s and [-]s, and they grew up together in Weizhuang. , When talking about those things in the past, it was even more so that you said nothing to each other, completely forgetting the time and occasion.

Because of the situation, the most talked about is the two inheritance ceremonies that I saw when I was young. Speaking of it, if Wei Mingqing hadn’t had an accident that day, how could it be Wei Deqing’s turn, which is now Wei Qiye The successor, Wei Mingqing, was a young talent who was placed high hopes by Wei Qiye's parents, but unfortunately, his life was not long.

That year, there was another human plague in Weizhuang, with a population of ten to four or five. Every household hung white cloth and tied paper flowers. The whole Weizhuang was full of crying and misty clouds. Even after so many years of war, it survived. However, he did not escape the disaster, and it can only be attributed to the destiny.

In this human plague, the most people died on the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival that year.

The corpses were piled up, so we had to put all the dead in coffins and carry them outside the mourning room on the mountain. At that time, all the nearby towns and villages knew that there was a plague in Weizhuang, and it was too late for everyone to hide, and no one was a Taoist. If you dare to come to Weizhuang to do a Taoist temple, you can't hire people even if you spend a lot of money.

Later, I still found Ci'en Town next door, and after a lot of effort, I invited Mr. Dong's group of Taoist masters out, and finally fulfilled the courtesy that future generations should have, and sent the ancestors up the mountain. After that, Wei If anyone in the village wanted to practice rituals and set up a Taoist temple, they would all be hired by Mr. Dong, and no other Taoist masters were found.

In fact, not only Wei Qiye’s older brother Wei Mingqing, but Mr. Wei’s elder brother Wei Linqing also died in this human plague. Wei Linqing was even worse. Not only did he not escape by himself, but he even had a big belly and was about to give birth. His wife followed suit.

As soon as these things were mentioned, these elders all burst into tears.

There are only two father and son Wei Qiye, one sitting on the upper chair with a blank expression, and the other standing behind the old father with a blank expression, not saying much, and when they talk about Wei Mingqing, it is still the same, Wei Qi Grandpa coughed a few times from time to time, and took out a blue gingham handkerchief to cover his mouth.

After chattering for a while, it finally arrived at an auspicious time. There was a drum hanging at the door. A man walked over, picked up the drumstick, and beat it three times, boom, boom, boom—the sound of the drum was dull. , the drumbeat seems to be knocked in the brain, making people panic, the man knocked and shouted in a drawn-out voice, "The auspicious time is coming—"

Immediately, everyone stood up, regardless of whether they were inside or outside the house.

The sound of neat footsteps came from outside the ancestral hall, and two rows of young men and women in black robes, with hands clasped on their chests, filed in.They lowered their heads, their hair hung down, half covering their faces, and there was a unique sense of rhythm in the chaotic footsteps, as if they were walking on a certain beat.These boys and girls separated into two rows, separated the crowd, and left a three-meter-wide passage in the middle.

After a slight commotion, the crowd quickly quieted down.

The man holding the drumstick slammed on the drum again, "Boom—" the sound was dull and long, and with the sound of the drum, the palms of the young men and women who folded their chests also beat vigorously. Touched his chest, and shouted, "Ha——"

Chen Yang, who was in the crowd, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when he saw this scene and heard this sound.

These young men and women shouted the sacrificial speech loudly, "Continuing the past and ushering in the future, the destiny is to live, and the inheritance is right, kneel—"

As soon as the word "kneeling" was uttered, all the people in Weizhuang immediately knelt down in unison, with their foreheads against the ground, their hands on the sides of their heads, palms up, and kneeling in a five-body kneeling posture, expressing piety and obedience. After knocking, the crowd stood up one after another and looked at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

There, Wei Qiye and his son stood there. The two of them came out of the hall room to the outside of the ancestral hall at some point. At this time, Wei Qiye was wearing a brand new white cloth robe, walking along the passage unhurriedly. Go, followed by his son Wei Donglai who was a step behind. He lowered his head, his hair was already grey, his face was pale with a hint of iron gray, and he was also wearing the same white robe as Wei Qiye. stagnant and procrastinating.

The eyes of the crowd looked at them silently, the air was oppressive and full of silent pressure, the surrounding was deadly quiet, no one made any sound, even Wei Qiye's cough seemed to be healed, he straightened his back, He walked without looking sideways.

And Wei Donglai followed behind with a slightly distorted and uneasy face.

Standing next to Chen Yang, Wei Shi pulled Chen Yang's sleeve and scratched a few words on the ground. Chen Yang looked at it and nodded, indicating that this matter is feasible. Wei Shi shook his thumb at him , The two discussed it like this, and finally decided on the plan for the time being.

At this time, Mr. Wei Qiye and his son had already reached the door of the hall. Mr. Wei and others bowed their waists to greet them. They began to offer sacrifices to the ancestral tablets at the shrine. The long tune began to sing, the voice was vague and rough.

The surroundings were quiet, only the voice of the sacrificial chanting pierced through the eardrums and penetrated into the heart.

Although the wording of this sacrificial speech is unclear, the general content can still be deduced from the context. The main content of the sacrificial speech is about the life of Wei Qiye, as if to ask them to judge Wei Qiye in front of the ancestral tablet. It's the same as whether Qi Ye is qualified as the Patriarch.

After the sacrificial singer finished singing, he knelt in front of the altar and burned the white paper on which the sacrificial words were written with a high burning candle. of blood.

Mr. Wei took a small bowl full of copper and green, carefully placed it in front of the altar, and handed Wei Donglai a dagger. Wei Dong took a look at Wei Qiye, who stared at him blankly. The only choice he had was to make up his mind and cut his own wrist, thick blood dripping into the small bowl.

Little Bo didn't have any unusual reactions, which reassured Wei Qiye.

Just like back then, when his blood dripped in, the little bowl didn't respond. Wei Qiye was very pleased that he succeeded in the end. No matter what, it was his son who took his place. It was his own, not someone else's. Yes, when Wei Qiye thought of those who forced him to choose another heir, he wished he could drag them to die together.

A strange smile appeared on Wei Qiye's skinny face.

As for whether there will be a grandson to inherit this position after his son dies, he is not worried at all. Elder Dong has done the calculation for him first. Maybe he still has a grandson in this world, the woman who seduced his son and ran away from home back then. , couldn't bear the pain, after having a child with his son, he was blown up and ran away with a man, and when he ran, he was pregnant with another child.

As long as the child is found, are you afraid that no one will take his seat?

If it hadn't been for so many years, that woman went somewhere, and he tried various methods to find her whereabouts these past few years. The water monkey suffered so much torture that life was worse than death. It's not that Wei Qiye didn't feel sorry for his son, but when he felt sad, he felt a little happy.

That kid, when he abandoned his old parents, did he ever think about how his old parents felt?How many tears has his wife shed over the years?What is his suffering, he deserves it!deserve it!Thinking of this, Wei Qiye burst into anger again. He recalled the day when he knew his son had run away with a woman, and almost passed over as if a thunderbolt struck him.

Wei Donglai knelt in front of the shrine, and the man holding the drumstick at the door of the hall began to knock hard on the drum again, "Boom—boom—boom—" Following his beating, the door Those young men and women beat their chests with their hands at the same time, and shouted loudly, "Ha-ha-ha-"

One sound after another, making people's hearts throbbing.

Amidst the shouting, the singer protracted his voice, "Kneel—" Everyone knelt down, "The new patriarch ascends to the throne—" Wei Donglai stood in front of the shrine, and Wei Qiye, who was in front of him, stepped back. He took a step and knelt down behind him.

Wei Donglai held a scroll in both hands, placed it on top of his head, and was about to kneel down three times and nine times, when he finished the ceremony, the small bowl placed in the middle of the altar suddenly made a "chuckle", a small spark burst out, and another Smoked a puff.

The elders who were kneeling in the hall immediately raised their heads. After looking at each other, they stood up one by one with serious faces. The leader, Mr. Wei, walked to the altar, respectfully picked up the small bowl, and took a look inside. , a stench came over the face.

Old Man Wei frowned, and handed the small bowl in his hand to an old man next to him, and then passed it one by one, and finally returned it to him. By this time, everyone knew what happened, Wei Qiye His face was livid, and Wei Donglai, who was still holding the scroll, stood there, at a loss.

Mr. Wei held the small bowl and looked at Mr. Wei Qi, "Seventh brother, how do you explain this matter?"

Wei Qiye's face turned black, and he began to cough again, he took out the handkerchief, covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then raised his head angrily, "What's the explanation, don't you all recognize my son? Isn't this my son? That bowl has been used for hundreds of years, who knows if it will still work!"

This remark was a bit outrageous, and Old Man Wei's face darkened, "The rules of the ancestors cannot be broken. If you can't pass this test, you can't inherit the heir. I think today's ceremony will be invalidated."

But Wei Qiye refused to give in, "No, it can't be invalidated. Don't you believe that your eyes are going to believe in an old object hundreds of years ago? You want to snatch the seat of the head of my house. It's a dream. think!"

Old Man Wei's face turned pale with anger at his domineering attitude, and the crutch in his hand almost went up to greet Wei Qiye.

"Okay, since you said that, let's try 'proving blood' again, everyone has nothing to say!"