marry a ghost

Wei Shi carefully looked at Bian Xiaohui, Yintang was black, brows were dark, yang deficiency and qi were weak, and resentment was entangled. It was similar to Luo Zhiyong's situation, but it was obviously more serious. To put it simply, if Luo Zhiyong could live for seven days, Then Bian Xiaohui will definitely die within three days.

Bian Xiaohui was bewildered and kept crying there.

The boss next to him has come to see it several times, he hesitated to speak, Wei Shi thought about it, told Bian Xiaohui that he knew a little Taoism, and at the same time showed her the piece of paper money in his hand, telling her , I have also been cursed by this, and I am trying to solve this problem and let her stay by my side temporarily.

Bian Xiaohui agreed without saying a word.

Bian Xiaohui, who was already desperate to the extreme, calmed down a little.Embarrassed, she wiped away the tears on her face, and forced a smile at Wei Shi.The boss next to him probably thought that the quarreling couple had finally reconciled, so he persuaded him a few more words.On the contrary, it made Bian Xiaohui even more embarrassed.

Lao Zheng called and said that he had hired a Taoist team.

As for the shadow puppet troupe, there is no rush for now, because it is usually not available until the last day of the dojo, but Lao Zheng said that he has already contacted someone who can invite a shadow puppet troupe.

Wei Shi took Bian Xiaohui to Lao Zheng's house by car.

Along the way, Bian Xiaohui was almost attached to Wei Shi's body.

Although it was winter and he wore thick clothes, Wei Shi had never been so close to a girl before. He always felt a little awkward and wanted to distance himself. Bian Xiaohui immediately trembled with tears in his eyes. Girls are already too scared to care about being shy and reserved.

Wei Shi had no choice but to forget it.

Arriving at Lao Zheng’s house, a shed has been set up outside the two-story building, covered with paper flowers and white cloth, with elegiac couplets and wreaths, and the stereo is also playing mourning and desolation. The main room has been set up. The simple mourning hall has been opened, and the objects brought by the Taoist master have almost been hung up. Just waiting for the dead to enter the coffin, the dojo can be officially opened to practice.

There are not many people who come in and out.

There are only a few people here and there, which is totally different from what Wei Shi had seen before when he was doing a Taoist temple. People came in and out, and all the people in the nearby houses came to help. This should be because Zheng Tao died too hard. , After death, he was haunted by ghosts again, which frightened the people nearby and dared not come.

Those who came here were probably relatives of Lao Zheng's family, or villagers who were really shameless, or courageous helpers who paid a lot of money.Later facts also proved that Wei Shi's guess was completely correct. In fact, most of them were invited by Lao Zheng with money from outside. Only three or two people from the village came, and relatives also came. The last time I went to Zheng with Lao Zheng Tao's brother.

The Taoist is an old man in his 60s, very thin, and he is talking to Lao Zheng.

Old Zheng was obedient, as if he didn't know how to answer. When he saw Wei Shi entering the door, he quickly pulled him over. Old Zheng said, "Master Li asked, what's going on, should we just open the sacrificial rites in the dojo?" Daoist Li regarded it as the main Old Zheng from the family was a little surprised to ask a young man under the age of 20.

Wei Shi didn't even think about it, "Just follow the normal order of the ashram, soaking in water first."

After the average person dies, they will immediately call for the Taoist to come over, wipe the corpse, and put on the shroud. These steps are all meticulous, but these are not the most important steps before putting the corpse into the coffin. The most important step is—— Soak and burn pro.

The so-called immersion is to carry the dead to a nearby stream or stream, or wherever there is no stream or stream, as long as there is running water, bring some water up and sprinkle a little on the corpse.The so-called burning relatives is to find a three-way intersection in the nearest place and burn the clothes or other objects worn or used by the dead.There is a saying that the three-way road leads to yin and yang, the upper road leads to yang, and the lower road leads to yin, which is why burning paper should be done at the three-way or crossroads.

Of course, when doing these two rituals, Taoist masters have to read and sing.

Soaking in water and burning relatives, one is to let the dead know that they are dead, and the other is to sever the relationship between the dead and the yang world, so that they can let go of what they can't let go, and go down there with peace of mind. .

In modern society, it is no longer realistic to carry the dead outside to soak in water, and cremation is practiced in many places, and burial only exists in a small area. Save it, and keep pace with the times.

Wei Shi thought of Wei Zhuang, and thought of Wei's mother.

Wei's mother has worked in the city all her life, and her ideas in this regard have not been assimilated by the urban funeral concept at all. She firmly believes that cremation burns her body and makes her die without peace of mind. When it came to this matter, they forced Wei Shi and the two brothers to promise her that in the future, when she died, she must be buried, or even if she died, she would jump out of the grave and scold the couple born to her to death. filial son.

At that time, Mother Wei's spirit was not bad, her speech was full of air, and her logic was clear.

But now, even if she wanted to be scolded like this again, it might not be easy.

Wei Shi made a final decision, Li Daoshi nodded in agreement, and Lao Zheng called a few people over, lifted Zheng Tao's body, and walked towards the small ditch not far from the door.This small ditch is drawn from a large pond formed by groundwater, and it meanders through it. It used to be used for irrigation, but now the farmland has long been requisitioned and various buildings have been built. This small ditch The ditch has also lost its original purpose, and it is full of all kinds of domestic garbage. In some places, the flow has stopped, and the water is polluted all over the place.

However, this small ditch can be regarded as running water after all.

And in the section of Lao Zheng's house, the water quality is fairly clean.

In fact, Lao Zheng originally wanted to go to the riverside, but Wei Shi denied this idea. Zheng Tao's accident happened on the riverside. Immediately dismissed the idea.

Xiaoqugou is about 50 meters away from Lao Zheng's house, and there are seven or eight families on the way.

The Taoist led a group of people to carry the dead to the small ditch, muttering words as they walked. The people in the Taoist team were beating chimes and cymbals, making a loud noise. while watching.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, the weather was not so good, and it was winter again, the sky was gray and the temperature was very low. The man walking beside Wei Shi looked up and rubbed his hands, "I'm afraid it will snow in this weather." ?” The three men who carried the dead with him all echoed his opinion.

Li Daoshi obviously felt that the weather was not very good, so he arrived at the edge of the small ditch.

As soon as the dead man was put down, he immediately muttered words and began to do rituals, and he cut corners to save a lot of money, and no one cared about him in this weather.Li Daoshi bent down and scooped out a glass of water from the ditch, dipped his fingers in a little bit, circled around the dead man covered in white cloth, and flicked his fingers while reciting words, water droplets splashed, some fell on the ground, and some fell on the ground on the dead.

Wei Shi stood three meters away.

So far, nothing out of the ordinary, just like any other immersion ritual he's seen.

Suddenly, Wei Shi narrowed his eyes, and the water that fell on the white cloth dizzy little by little, turning blood-colored, and soon, the whole white cloth seemed to be soaked in blood, wet, and kept leaking out. There was blood dripping, but the other people standing by turned a blind eye and continued to perform rituals.

At this moment, Wei Shi felt a sharp pain in his arm.

Bian Xiaohui, who was always close to him and holding his arm, was trembling all over, her face was pale, her eyes were staring at the dead man on the ground, her lips were trembling, and she was about to scream. Pulling back, Bian Xiaohui looked back at Wei Shi while shaking.

Wei Shi shook his head at her, motioning her to keep quiet.

I told Bian Xiaohui not to follow, and stayed at Lao Zheng's house, but she refused to die, she must follow Wei Shi, Wei Shi had no choice but to let her follow, no, I was scared again.

Bian Xiaohui was quite obedient, she immediately shut her mouth tightly, followed by her eyes.

It didn't take long for the immersion to be done.

The Taoist packed up his things and took a group of people back to Lao Zheng's house.

Then there is the kiss.

This time, there is no need to carry the dead man, as long as you go out with the things used by the dead man.

Zheng Tao died early, and there are no descendants who wear sackcloth and filial piety. In fact, they can be counted as premature deaths. Parents cannot wear sackcloth and filial piety for their children. He walked in the front with the soul-calling banner, counting.

There is a three-way road at the intersection of the village.

A group of people walked past, whistling and beating, and burned on the side of the road.

Joss candles, paper money, clothes, and other things were mixed together, and a thick black smoke billowed up, with a scorched smell, filling people's nostrils. Occasionally, there were passing vehicles. Seeing this formation, they also knew What the hell was the roadside doing? Immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove over quickly to avoid any bad luck.

Wei Shi also watched from afar.

The black smoke floated in the air and never dissipated, constantly changing its shape.You know, this is on the side of the road, and it is winter, and the wind is constantly blowing, so how could it be possible for the smoke to condense and not disperse.

At the beginning, Li Daoshi and the others didn't pay attention. After burning for a while, Li Daoshi raised his head and looked, his face immediately changed. The speed of his mouth became faster and faster, and it became more and more ambiguous. It would have taken more than ten minutes The ceremony was resolved in less than three to five minutes.

Then, Daoist Li packed up his things in a hurry, and left without looking back.

Wei Shi did not leave.

Because he saw an extra person on the side of the road, that person was covered in blood, with a hideous face, but a dull expression.

It was Zheng Tao, who still held a piece of paper money in his hand.

Zheng Tao looked blankly at the pile of ashes, which were still mixed with some unburned residue. There was a kind of poster inside, which was pasted in Zheng Tao's room. His mother tore it down and planned to burn it for him. Zheng Tao saw After a while, he walked slowly towards the house.