Chapter 530: Crying Smoke Soul

Style: Science Author: Wu BanxianWords: 2053Update Time: 24/01/11 19:25:15
At about seven o'clock in the evening, Bai Xiaoyan had finished breaking the barriers and setting up the hall, and Aunt Hu took her on horseback to worship the Seven Stars.

I won’t go into details about this part. The only small episode was that when Bai Xiaoyan was praying to the Seven Stars outside the door, there was a ghost in the darkness of the yard, who kept looking furtively.

I didn't pay attention at the time. When I returned to the house after praying, Bai Xiaoyan told us that she had just prayed to the Seven Stars and accidentally saw a ghost in the yard.

Aunt Hu smiled and said that was normal. I have everything in this hospital and I am used to it, so just ignore it.

Aunt Bai also said that when the hall is being built, there will always be wandering ghosts snooping around. They also envy the incense offerings, but remember not to sympathize with them or pay attention to them.

Because this kind of thing is shameless. As long as you feel sorry for him, he will take the opportunity to follow you.

It's the same under any circumstances, don't sympathize with lonely ghosts, don't sympathize with lonely ghosts, don't sympathize with lonely ghosts.

Aunt Bai said it was important three times, but Miss Wang was still a little confused. She said that she was like this. Every time she went to the temple or somewhere, she felt that those lonely ghosts had nowhere to go and nothing to eat. It was very pitiful. .

Aunt Bai snorted and said: "They are quite pitiful, but this has nothing to do with you. You must not worry about them, let alone sympathize with them. Otherwise, once they follow you, it will not be them but you who will be pitiful." "

Aunt Hu also said: "Before you don't have that ability, all you can do is take care of yourself and don't sympathize with anyone. Ghosts like to catch these three types of people. I tell you, remember them all."

Aunt Hu clapped her fingers and said, what ghosts like to catch the most:

One is those with poor health, weak horoscopes, heavy yin energy, and deep karma. Such people have poor physical constitution and weak yang energy.

The second one is kind-hearted, indecisive and sentimental. Such people have weak hearts and are sensitive and thoughtful.

The third is those who have evil intentions, have done bad things, and are full of evil thoughts. Such people have ghosts in their hearts. How can the ghosts be let go?

The above three types of people should pay attention and change themselves in time to prevent Yin spirits from taking advantage of the situation.

So it's a good thing to have a kind heart, but it's a bad idea to feel sympathy for the lonely ghosts, because we are all ordinary people. You don't have the ability to give to hungry ghosts, let alone protect yourself, so just be honest.

When Miss Wang heard this, she told us that her mother was actually like this. She would often take some food and scatter it, saying it was for the ghosts. She would also sometimes participate in some food-giving rituals to donate some merit.

As a result, her mother has done so many good things, but now she is in poor health and is always sick.

Aunt Hu said that's right. She was a white person with no moral skills. She was always dealing with lonely ghosts. It was strange that she was in good health.

Miss Wang suddenly realized it and told her mother when she got home to quickly change this habit.

Aunt Hu said it is too late for you to change now. There are many Yin spirits following her. The ones she had been feeding before suddenly stopped feeding her. Do you think those Yin spirits will take revenge?

Miss Wang was stunned and said that my mother had fed them for so long, how could she take revenge?

Aunt Bai said that it was normal. For example, if you treat a person well in many ways, but one bad thing happens, he will hold a grudge.

Even humans have this kind of mentality, let alone ghosts?

So the solution is to ask her mother to go to the temple, ask the master for help, and send all the ghosts to the temple. Don't touch them again in the future.

If you really want to do meritorious deeds, go free more animals and recite sutras. It's better than feeding ghosts.

Miss Wang did not dare to be careless and wrote them down one by one.

At this point, it’s time to take the next step, to live in the underworld and seek longevity.

In fact, I felt very confused and uneasy.

Because I have had this kind of experience before, there is nothing new about praying for longevity in the underworld. But when I prayed for my aunt’s life, I originally wanted to ask for twenty years, but the underworld didn’t have the chance.

In the end, it was only delayed for about a year.

I wonder how many years Bai Xiaoyan can ask for this time?

After Aunt Hu rested for a while, she went to change her clothes and prepare for the rain.

After a short effort, Aunt Hu came out. She was wearing a blue shroud and a pair of embroidered shoes.

Next she lay down on the bed and told Ershen that it was time to start.

When Aunt Hu was changing clothes, Ershen had prepared things: two kinds of fruits, a bowl of dumpling rice, and two white candles.

Aunt Bai turned off the lights, and the atmosphere in the room became strange immediately.

Aunt Hu's daughter next to her also brought a birthday quilt and covered Aunt Hu.

Bai Xiaoyan and the others had never seen this before. Their faces were a little pale, but they were still very curious and kept staring at it.

It's a coincidence that the second god today is still Mr. Zhang. I found that Mr. Zhang is very popular among the old gods like Aunt Hu, but in fact he is really good at singing and is quite famous in the circle.

After making preparations, Mr. Zhang started singing.

This time, he sang Crying Smoke Soul.

"...There are two lamps on this road to the underworld, one is dark and the other is bright. This bright light illuminates the main road of the underworld, and the dark light illuminates the three cities of the underworld..."

"I say Yanhun, you didn't live enough in your three lifetimes, and you died so resentfully. You got up early and came home late, running around on tiptoe, no matter it was windy, rainy, or cold. You gave birth to a bunch of children, and you had little food. Wear, life is really hard to bear, you have to work under the stars and the moon, your legs are so tired and your waist is bent, who can tell you all the hard work..."

"You haven't eaten the delicacies of the mountains and seas, you haven't had a simple meal, you have no cotton in the winter and no sheets in the summer, and it's embarrassing to have rotten clothes. There is no grass and no money in this house, the sky is exposed to the wind, and the bricks are exposed on the Kang without mats. Only half of the quilt is left, tattered linen is used as a waistcoat, and the plate with salt is only half a circle. I need to eat millet and thread it through, but there is no rice in the pot and I am hungry..."

"I said Yan Hun, you hope to get rich, hope to be promoted, hope that your children will grow up and enjoy the blessings, but you never thought of dying in the process, how can you not feel sad..."

"I said, Yanhun, your descendants are unfilial and you have to suffer all kinds of pains yourself. This big temple won't accept you, and the small one won't last long. You will be displaced and have no home to return to. Winters are cold and summers are hot. You hide yourself in the wilderness, and you can't live in other people's graves." The soil is high and big, and your tomb has collapsed to expose the sky. There is a walkway in front of other people's tombs, and there are piles of weeds in front of your tomb, all of which are dogtail grass..."

The time spent in praying for longevity in the underworld is actually a bit long, it must have taken more than an hour anyway. The two gods are also very tired. They have to sing and sing, and they have to pass the levels until the person is sent to the underworld.

I won’t go into the specific lyrics of Guo Yin, because it’s too long. In short, Mr. Zhang sang for more than half an hour before he was done. The next thing to do is to wait.

Bai Xiaoyan and I moved small stools and sat opposite Aunt Hu, watching eagerly.