marry a ghost

The next day, Wei Qiye really found someone to send a message, saying that the days in three days will be fine, if you want to do the dojo, hurry up, wait until the end of June, when you go to July, then no matter what Can't do it.

The old people in Weizhuang used to use the old calendar to remember their days, and the seventh month of the old calendar is commonly known as "ghost month".

Wei Ning was quite happy after hearing this message, but unfortunately, last night, he wandered out and slept outside for a whole night. He got yin and moisture, and when he came back, he vomited and had diarrhea. Laying down on the bed.

Wei Ning has never been sick or in pain. He hasn't experienced such an uncomfortable feeling for a long time. Now he has more energy than energy, but he still wants to get things done as soon as possible. He originally wanted to ask Wei Shi for help, but this kid didn't know where to go. I didn't see anyone, so I had to turn around and ask Chen Yang, who was staying at my house, for help, and asked him to take Mr. Dong to Wei Zhuang first.

Chen Yang was quite righteous, so he immediately agreed.Wei Ning asked him if he could drive, he said yes, and Wei Ning handed over the car keys to him.

In the afternoon, Mr. Dong brought a large group of people to Weizhuang, got out of the car with a whimper, and squeezed into Third Aunt Wei's house.Doing a Taoist temple is not something that one person can do. Generally, it is a team led by a leading "Taoist". There are at least four or five people who talk about it.

"Taoist" refers to those who specialize in dojos and rituals, and Mr. Dong is one of them.

There was only Third Aunt Wei in the room. Wei Ning was afraid that he would not be able to support the scene, so he ignored Wei's mother's objection and ran to Third Aunt Wei's house with his weak body.

Looking at the situation, it was okay. Third Aunt Wei was dressed in plain black, her hair was neatly combed, and she spoke and acted clearly. Everything seemed normal, but her complexion was a bit unwell, and there were spots floating on her pale face. There seems to be no black air.

People in Wei Zhuang have a habit of helping each other. As soon as they heard that Aunt Wei's house was going to be a dojo, someone came to ask about the situation. People went outside to buy the things they needed, and while looking at the younger and stronger ones, they hurriedly set up the mourning shed and mourning hall.

Things are cumbersome, but orderly.

At night, the preparations were finally made. The coffin shed made of moso bamboo, wood, and plastic sheeting almost occupied the entire stone road, leaving only a gap for one person to pass. A specially invited paper-making master hung bowl-sized paper flowers on the coffin shed, and made three or four large wreaths and flower baskets, and placed them in the coffin shed, quite eye-catching.

As for the mourning hall, the shelves are also made of wood and moso bamboo, and the curtains on the outside are the curtains brought by Mr. Dong and the others for the dojo. Paste it around, the background color of the cloth is golden, and it is embroidered with statues of Taoist and Buddhist gods. Various stains.

Wei Ning estimated that the cloth had not been washed once since the day it was used.

To build a dojo for a person who has passed away for many years, you have to go to the grave of that person to invite the "person" home, so when it was dark, you hung up white paper lanterns, and Mr. Dong first brought his own team and familiarized himself with it. Walked familiarly to Wei Zhuang's cemetery.

Wei Xi didn't have any other relatives, and it wasn't good to ask Third Aunt Wei to go. There was only one Wei Ning left. Even though he was not in good health, he could barely hold Wei Xi's tablet and walked among them.

Wei Ning's head was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't lift his feet when he stepped on it. If he hadn't gritted his teeth with a will to hold on, he would have fallen to the ground long ago.

The sound of wheezing and wheezing suddenly sounded in the dead of night.

This is the sound of Wei Ning's rapid breathing. He wiped off his sweat, and stared straight at Mr. Dong. Mr. Dong was holding a wooden plaque as a magic weapon in his thin hand, and he was wearing a hat on his head. , wearing a black robe similar to a Taoist uniform, swaying, Huang Pi's face showed no expression, his eyes did not look at the road at all, but he walked steadily, and he was never seen tripping.

A gust of wind blew the leaves rustling, and several crows stood on the desolate grassy grave, flapping their wings and making a shrill "quack" cry, as if they saw a ghost or wanted to kill the ghost. Leading over, in the silence of the night, it sounds particularly intrusive.

Walking on the road with deep feet and shallow feet, when Wei Ning was about to collapse and couldn't hold the tablet in his hand, he finally arrived at the place.

Elder Dong first stood in front of Wei Xi's grave, Wei Ning stood one step away from him, behind him on the left, and the other four attendants spread out around them.

Elder Dong first took out a soul-inducing bell from his clothes, which was used during funerals. The Taoist held it, walked in front of the coffin, and rang the bell to attract the soul of the deceased so that he would not be lost. Road, can't go to Yin Division.

Now, it is probably to lure Ah Xi's soul to the house.

The sound of "Ring--ring--" reverberated in the valley, as if it had stirred up waves layer after layer, spreading layer upon layer, hitting the mountains and stone walls, and falling back again, the lingering sound endlessly.

Hearing this voice, Wei Ning felt that his mind was also in a turmoil, in a trance, very much like the feeling when he lost his soul that night. A slap on the back made Wei Xi stagger, almost throwing the tablet in her hand.

At this moment, the attendant who beat him grabbed his arm quickly and pulled him back. Wei Ning took two steps back and hit his chest just in time.

The servant supported him, lowered his voice in Wei Ning's ear and said, "Is it all right? I think you were almost fascinated by this voice."

Wei Ning exhaled, shook his head, and stood up straight, "It's okay."

This attendant is a young boy, 25 or [-] years old, with a pair of clever eyes, a pleasing face, holding a cymbal in his hand, looking at Wei Ning with a smile.

He has a completely different personality from Mr. Dong. For some reason, he followed him. Wei Ning thought about it for a while. Those who were not disturbed were doing rituals on their own.

Elder Dong rang the bell first, lit incense sticks, and burned paper money. He took out a piece of yellow talisman paper with strange symbols on it, and lit it randomly in the air. Suddenly, the yellow talisman paper ignited spontaneously without wind. The old man immediately lowered his voice and began to chant the incantation.

It was vague, and I couldn't make out what he was reading.

In the middle of the reading, the attendant who had been standing quietly beside him, knocking the chime from time to time, played music, suona, chime, cymbal, flat drum, dong dong gong, woo woo woo, choke choke—depressed, weird, and mournful. Voices, rustling in the dark, sounded on the graveyard.

Wei Ning shivered when he heard it, and another layer of sweat broke out on his back.

After playing for a while, Dong Laotian tiptoed on his heels, sent his body forward, closed his eyes, his yellow skin face was as stiff as a coffin board, and he raised his voice and began to shout, "Your surname is Wei, and your name is Xili—year thirteen I just went—it’s a good nature—"

Wei Ning was confused, as if he was talking about Wei Xi's life?All kinds of compliments poured out endlessly. For example, children like Wei Xi who died young are usually smart, filial and obedient. Parents, neighbors, relatives, and friends all like him and think he is good. Go, what will happen.

Wei Ning listened, and felt that the person who said this was not the Wei Xi he was familiar with at all.

But he also knows that this is just a custom.

It took more than ten minutes to finish the calculation. It is not easy for an ordinary child to make up so many things in his life. Wei Ning made a note for Mr. Dong in his heart. He felt that this alone was not easy for him.

Finally, Mr. Dong spoke first.

"Pick up your house, enjoy all the incense, father and mother love, even if you die, you will be filial, the underworld will let you go, and the soul will return—"

The sound dragged on for a long time, penetrating the darkness, Wei Ning suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from behind his ears, he stretched out his hand and touched his ears, wondering if it was his own psychological effect?Or was there really something—was Mr. Dong called over first?

When we got here, the ceremony of "receiving the soul" was finished. Wei Ning knelt down in front of Ah Xi's grave under Mr. Dong's signal, kowtowed a few times, and put incense on it, waiting for the incense to burn halfway At that time, the attendants put away all the altars and offerings on the grave, carried them on their backs, and the group began to walk down the mountain.

Wei Ning's body was almost exhausted, and he couldn't even walk. The young follower who slapped him grabbed his hand and lent him some strength, which made him a little easier.

Elder Dong first raised a bamboo pole in front of him, with a banner hanging from it, and shook the soul-invoking bell from time to time, and the sound of "Ring--ring--" echoed on the road, leaving behind In the locust forest.

In the dark locust forest, there are many shadows.

Wei Ning only glanced at it, and quickly moved his eyes away. Maybe he had a ghost in his heart. He always felt that there were many "things" behind this small team. Under the sound, they slowly gathered together.

Weak and terrified, Wei Ning's face was pale and flustered, and he wanted to say something to the old man in front of him, but he couldn't. He is an ordinary person, could it be that just based on a little random suspicion, he said that there are some "things" behind him?

Maybe others thought that he was suspicious of a dark ghost—in fact, Wei Ning himself felt the same way, maybe because his body was too weak, his mind became unstable.

When they finally arrived at the gate of Wei Xi's house, Mr. Dong and his attendants immediately went to the mourning hall in the main room to start the ceremony. Those who are relatives here, help to be a relative first and go there for a while.

When doing a Taoist temple, one of the relatives of the deceased must stand next to the Taoist at all times. When the Taoist stands, he stands, and when the Taoist kneels, he also kneels. This is called "accompanying sacrifices". .

Wei Ning returned to the room, fell headlong on the bed, and fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

In his sleep, he felt as if he was firmly grasped, pressed, and entangled by many white shadows. He wanted to struggle in fear, but he couldn't even move.

He could only watch those white shadows surrounding him——