After Mrs. Fang left, Meng Tan picked and picked and made two more calculations, which were nothing more than weddings and funerals, whose daughter-in-law did not have children, and so on.
It's just that I haven't eaten anything as interesting as the hexagram from Mrs. Fang.
After all, it was already evening, and we had to perform rituals for the ancestors of the Chen family who had been dug out.
When Third Uncle Chen went to town to pull up the coffin, he came to ask Meng Tan if there was anything he needed to prepare for the ceremony.
Meng Tan didn't ask for much, just a peach wood sword and paper money and gold ingots. At that time, Chen Sanshu looked particularly speechless. Maybe her request was really low. Before Chen Sanshu left, he couldn't help but ask.
"Don't you need black dog blood or something?"
Meng Tan:......
I don’t know which charlatan passed down the idea of black dog blood, rooster blood, etc. to ward off evil spirits.
She had never heard of such a magic weapon from the old magic stick. Killing requires cause and effect, and the old magic stick never asked her to kill.
The only ones that work are glutinous rice, peach wood sword or Five Emperors Qianjian. The former is used to offer sacrifices to the deceased, and the latter is used to ward off evil spirits and exorcise spirits.
She rolled her eyes and looked at Chen Changan.
[Add a bowl of uncooked glutinous rice, good quality glutinous rice, and buy some yellow talisman paper, ingots, paper money, etc. ]
After Chen Changan relayed it, Third Uncle Chen felt that it was right and went to town.
Meng Tan decided that the place for the ceremony would be at the tomb of the Chen family's ancestors, which was the location where the ancestors of the Chen family were dug out.
The sun was setting in the west and the sky was still dark. Everyone in the Chen family present felt a chill down their spines. The solemn Meng family looked extremely mysterious.
Meng Tan threw a handful of glutinous rice into the brazier, took out a yellow talisman, held a cinnabar pen in his hand, and drew a pattern on the yellow talisman like a ghostly talisman. Then he threw it into the air, and the peach wood sword was as fast as the wind, and stabbed the yellow talisman. past.
歘——
A sudden sound made the hearts of everyone present quicken. They saw that the yellow talisman that Meng Tan was poking had begun to burn, and then... Meng Tan started to dance the Great God.
The movements looked like digging and sowing, and sometimes there were hunting movements.
The glutinous rice crackling and burning in the brazier fills the air with a burnt aroma.
Meng Tan's movements looked funny, but no one would laugh. Meng Tan was not pretending, she was dancing the extradition dance taught to her by the old magic stick.
In very ancient times, it was a sacrificial dance performed by wizards during sacrifices.
A sudden cool breeze blew up, and everyone shivered. A dark shadow appeared in Meng Tan's eyes, looking a little restless.
When he smelled the burning aroma, the black shadow slowly calmed down and squatted next to the brazier and inhaled hard.
The black shadow became clear. As she moved, the black shadow swayed and slowly sank into the ground.
This is a person who died in vain. His life is not yet up, and Black and White Wuchang will not take the initiative to arrest him. Someone needs to be extradited.
Meng Tan never found ghosts scary. Most of the time, ghosts would not actively harm people unless their obsession was too deep.
Most of them are relatives that strangers want to see but cannot see.
The wind stopped and Meng Tan stopped moving.
[You can start burning paper, but don’t make them cry. ]
This ghost was young when he died and was still nostalgic for the human world. Don't let her cry back. That would be troublesome.
"Third uncle, start burning paper, but don't make the juniors cry. My mother said, please be quiet and send your ancestors a message."
There was a burst of open fire, and in the distance, a man dressed as a farmer saw all this. Seeing that Chen Changan and the others were about to finish, he hurried away.
In the woods at the entrance of Dading Village, a dark figure sneaked up to Mr. Wang and said, "Master, they have indeed changed the husband. The husband is actually a woman. He danced with all his teeth and claws. He may have fooled people."
"People in Dading Village actually believe in a woman? Women are born with filthy bodies. This Dading Village is too disrespectful to ghosts and gods. Are they looking down on me?"
Mr. Wang hummed, his whole person seemed a little gloomy.
"Master, since the Chen family doesn't know what's good and what's good, let them learn a lesson."
Mr. Wang had already meant this, but now he stroked his beard and raised his chin, "Well... you're right, it's because they disrespect ghosts and gods first. You can go ahead and be careful about the Chen family's affairs."
"Hey, master, did I miss anything?" The black shadow quickly disappeared again.
At this time, the paper money and everything else had been burned, but Uncle Chen was still thinking about one thing, "Dalang, did your mother really say that someone would come to the ancestor's grave tonight to pour chicken blood?"
"It's absolutely true. My mother can tell it's true."
In just a few days, Chen Changan had already seen what his mother was capable of.
"Then I'll let a few people guard it."
As a result, the filial sons and grandsons that Third Uncle Chen ordered were afraid and could not refuse. Otherwise, Third Uncle would be labeled as unfilial. If something good happened in the future, would he still think of them?
So, the few people who were singled out ran to Meng Tan.
"Aunt Seven, we would like to ask for an amulet."
As soon as the name came out, Meng Tan didn't react yet. When the other party called her again, Meng Tan realized that he was calling her.
Digging through my memory, I found that the man who was originally a dead ghost was indeed ranked seventh in the clan.
There was nothing wrong with this title. Meng Tan was numb. He drew several yellow talismans on the spot, and then made a gesture of rubbing his fingers at several people.
The juniors were stunned, but Chen Changying understood. He immediately took out dozens of coins and handed them to Meng Tan. Meng Tan only took three coins.
Everyone followed suit, secretly saying that Aunt Seven was really particular.
Soon, most of the Chen clan left.
Only a few boys, led by Chen Changying and his grandchildren, were left, and Chen Changyun was also among them.
There was no light, and the scene in front of me was just tombstones one after another and the shadows cast by the tombstones.
When the wind blows, it whines, which is extremely scary.
"...There won't be any ghosts in this, right?"
"You are a ghost, and you are also an ancestor. Can your ancestors still hurt you?"
Several people huddled behind the newly buried grave bag. This was Chen Changying's suggestion, saying that Aunt Seven had just finished the ritual and there must be no ghost.
"What if, not all of our ancestors are good people..." someone said weakly.
The person who spoke was immediately slapped on the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? Did you arrange your ancestors like this?"
The others remained silent, not daring to say that they thought this brother was right.
"It will be fine." A confident voice suddenly came out. Everyone looked and found that it was Chen Changyun. This man was lying leisurely on a slope with a piece of grass in his mouth.
"Chen Laosan, didn't your mother say anything to you?"
"What can you say?"
"I gave you some protective talismans and so on. You are her biological son."
"Don't curse me. If my mother comes up with something, I won't even dare to join you in catching the little thief who spilled chicken blood."
Chen Changyun stood up and glared at the clan brother, "It's only because my mother didn't tell me anything that it's okay. Who is my mother? If she had told me, it would be bad luck - over there..."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Changyun saw a dark shadow shaking in the distance.
Chen Changyun was immediately excited.
No, it can't be a ghost, right?
