The long-lost tranquility returned to the venue, and the tense hearts of the three people gradually relaxed.
"What happened just now? Why did a gust of wind come out of nowhere?"
Jiao Qiu'er walked to Mao Sandao with lingering fear, his eyes glancing around from time to time.
"I don't know, the wind is blowing very strangely. Grandpa seems to be afraid of this strange wind..."
Mao Sandao frowned and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason. He quickly walked to his grandfather's coffin, knelt down, and kowtowed several times.
Grandpa Liu stood aside, tremblingly taking off the cigarette pot from his waist, and reaching into his pocket with his other hand to grab the shredded tobacco.
Everything was ready, and when he was about to press the lighter to light the tobacco, his hands shook even more.
Bah...bah...bah...!
I tried several times in succession, but there was no flame except for a few sparks coming out of the lighter.
It can be seen that the scene just now really frightened Grandpa Liu, and he has not calmed down until now.
Mao Sandao stepped forward, took the lighter and pressed it for Grandpa Liu: "Are you okay?"
Grandpa Liu didn't say anything. He grabbed the pipe and took several puffs.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
He smoked so hard that he choked on his lungs.
"What time is it now?"
Grandpa Liu spat on the ground, raised his right foot, with the sole of the foot pointing upward, and tapped his pipe on it a few times.
Mao Sandao looked at the time and replied: "3:15 in the morning."
"Gather the villagers and carry the coffin into the mountain, the sooner the better!" Grandpa Liu seemed to be worried about another accident, his face became serious.
Although Grandpa Liu is a half-experienced Taoist, he cannot even be called a Taoist. He is at best a half-baked Taoist. But looking at the entire village, he is the only one who can preside over Bai Xi's important events.
Moreover, in the important matter of funeral, many procedures must be followed.
Regarding Grandpa Liu's arrangement, Mao Sandao did not hesitate and ran to the villager's house with Jiao Qiu'er behind him: "Qiu'er, let's go invite the Eight Immortals!"
The Eight Immortals use the name of the Immortal Family to disperse bad luck.
They represent men, women, old, young, rich, noble, poor and humble among people who cultivate immortality. They are very "people-friendly" immortals.
Calling the coffin bearers the "Eight Immortals" is also a blessing from the living to the deceased when they come to Penglai.
The Eight Immortals who will carry Grandpa's coffin have already been selected during the day and must be a married man with good horoscopes.
The living person is yang and the dead person is yin. If an unmarried man has too much yang energy, it will overwhelm the yin energy of the deceased.
After a while, Mao Sandao and Jiao Qiu'er had invited the Eight Immortals over.
Because it was too early, the suona craftsman didn't have time to come over.
Grandpa Liu did not dare to delay. He tied the two ends of his coffin with a dragon rope and gestured in front of his coffin with a half wooden sword:
"The coffin was set up in front of the Hall of Filial Sons, and the Dharma Protector Altar was lined up on both sides.
First, please ask Marshal Zhao, the black tiger, to whip the pass to ensure safety.
The door gods guard the left and right, and the twenty-eight constellations protect the treasure chest.
This is not a place of resting place for the dead. The deceased should walk to the west. "
After reciting, Grandpa Liu grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and sprinkled it all over the coffin, then circled around the coffin and continued singing:
"The door god and the door god show their power,
Now I borrow the road to send out the mourners,
The main road opens two feet, and the small road opens eight feet.
People want their souls to leave, and mourning needs to be formal.
This mourning is not an extraordinary mourning, it turns into boiling fish and swallowing corpses.
………”
During the practice, some villagers rushed over one after another.
"Coffin lifting!!!"
Following Grandpa Liu's shout, the Eight Immortals thrust the dragon bar through the two dragon ropes.
"One, two, three, get up!"
Firecrackers went off, and the Eight Immortals mounted the dragon pole and worked together to lift the coffin.
It is said that Grandpa Liu had already calculated the burial location, and even the tomb was dug at that time. It was in a recess on the hilltop opposite Mao Sandao's house.
Grandpa Liu said that there is a backing mountain at the back, a green dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, a table mountain in the front, a bright hall in the middle, and winding water.
In order to make the tomb hide the wind and gather energy, so that the living person can receive blessings and wealth, and be extremely rich and noble;
The vastness of the ocean can accommodate thousands of horses, which can lead to thousands of miles of progress and endless blessings for future generations.
Mao Sandao didn't understand what Grandpa Liu said, but he had played in that recess a lot when he was a child.
In his impression, except for the fact that it has a mountain at its back, a slightly wider field of vision in front, and a smelly ditch next to it, it looks like an ordinary, ordinary open space. It doesn't look like what Grandpa Liu said. Xuanhu.
perhaps,
Grandpa Liu just found a position casually, and he didn't want people to question his ability to maintain his prestige, so he kept it secret.
When, when no one understands something, a person suddenly appears and says "I can" to everyone, then everyone else thinks what this person says is right, and no one understands it. refute.
Even if this person doubts himself in the end...
Although Mao Sandao was skeptical, he had no choice but to comply.
At this time, he was hugging his grandfather's deceased photo and following Jiao Qiu'er in front, the Eight Immortals behind, two villagers holding torches on the side, and a few other villagers carrying shovels, hoes and some funeral supplies following behind the coffin.
Grandpa Liu followed from a distance.
Generally speaking, Taoist priests who perform rituals should be in front of the coffin during the funeral. As the saying goes, "Taoist priests are in front and all evil spirits retreat."
But after experiencing the "fraudulent corpse" thing, Grandpa Liu didn't dare to step forward.
He concluded that Mao Daguo's coffin was most likely a sinister coffin.
It is often said that when a loving coffin falls to the ground, it means reluctance to give up, and when an evil coffin falls to the ground, it means unwillingness. Both are disadvantageous. If there was an accident on the road, the coffin was removed, Grandpa Liu knew that with his body and bones, he would not be able to survive for a few days.
Ten minutes later, we arrived at the tomb, which was relatively smooth.
But the Eight Immortals did not put Grandpa's coffin into the tomb in time, but waited for Grandpa Liu.
Before burial, the Taoist priest also needs to recite a grave-laying mantra to wish the deceased an early bliss.
"Real ink stains!"
Grandpa Liu's steps were too slow. Jiao Qiu'er was impatient and turned back to carry Grandpa Liu over.
Jiao Qiu'er's huge body was carrying Grandpa Liu's skinny body, and it looked like a small animal was lying on Jiao Qiu'er's shoulders...
The villagers respected Grandpa Liu from the bottom of their hearts. When they saw Jiao Qiu'er treating Grandpa Liu like this, they couldn't criticize him openly. They could only mutter in their hearts: presumptuous and disrespectful.
Jiao Qiu'er doesn't care about so much. In his heart, Grandpa Liu is just a mediocre person who thinks he is superior to others.
Grandpa Liu, who was being carried over, managed to stand still, quickly circled the tomb three times, and silently recited a spell:
“Proud and proud, the sun rises in the east.
I will lay down my grave now and keep it auspicious forever.
The golden snake returns to its hole, the jade rat returns to its barn.
The golden toad enters the hole and returns to Yongkang.
Take back the feng shui and enjoy the beauty for thousands of years.
The evil spirits will be far away, no disasters will occur, you will be blessed and prosperous, and everything will be prosperous.
…”
After finishing reading, Grandpa Liu stepped aside and said: "That, okay, bury it."
"put!"
After hearing Grandpa Liu's instructions, the Eight Immortals worked together to place Grandpa's coffin into the tomb.
At this time, the villagers spontaneously worked together to fill the soil inside with the tools in their hands.
By the time Grandpa was buried, it was already dark.
Grandpa's funeral was finally over. After a busy morning, the villagers dispersed.
"Grandpa Liu, no matter what, I still want to thank... huh? Where is the person?"
When Mao Sandao turned around to thank Grandpa Liu, he realized that Grandpa Liu had disappeared without a trace.
"Ouch, I was going to die when I came here, but now I can run faster than anyone else!"
Jiao Qiu'er couldn't help but roll his eyes, the sarcasm completely written on his face.
In any case, Grandpa Liu helped Mao Sandao and was even injured. Mao Sandao was somewhat grateful.
People should always feel a sense of gratitude, even if others do not mean it sincerely.
"Go back." Mao Sandao said after burning a few pieces of paper for his grandfather.
thump!
Jiao Qiu'er suddenly knelt on the ground, clasped his hands and bowed back and forth towards his grandfather's grave: "Grandpa, the yang energy is strong up there, so just stay down there, and please don't come here again."
boom! boom! boom!
He kowtowed three times.
