My mother narrated that it turned out that the Zigu God in their family only appeared occasionally.
A group of children had fun and played outside the ancestral hall to welcome Zigu, but they actually invited Zigu.
Zi Gu wrote a few words on the sand: "The Liu family is in trouble, come and ask me."
The Liu family is his family.
These words were written on the ground in front of Liu's ancestral hall. Some family members happened to see them and thought they were children playing tricks.
At that time, most of the Liu family members were beaten with sticks, but no one realized Zi Gushen's warning.
Strange noises began to appear in the ancestral hall, and the spiritual tablets began to vibrate for no reason. Often, all the spiritual tablets suddenly shook violently, but none of them fell down.
"Are the ancestors warning me?"
The worried Liu family finally faced the recent legend of Zigu God and hurriedly asked the god to descend on Luan.
Zigu God's words are all to the point, and every instruction solves the problem. He has helped the Liu family a lot over the years, making the Liu family extremely dependent on Zigu God.
Someone once boldly asked Zi Gu Shen Fang’s name and who she belonged to.
Why here?
Zigu God also answered: "My name is Wuqi, and I am trapped here. I won't go away until I am full of calamities."
It seems to be a passing lone soul, but some unknown "tribulation" trapped him here.
No one dared to ask further questions.
According to legend, Zigu, the toilet god, was the sister-in-law who was poisoned by a jealous wife. However, there is also a Zigu god who claims to be the daughter of God. She comes down to the earth to hang out and recites poems to quarrel with people.
All in all, everyone understands who God Zigu is.
He, his mother, eldest brother and two maidservants went to the ancestral hall as a group of five.
Along the way, the eldest brother was silent and did not take the initiative to strike up a conversation. He only listened to his mother recount the deeds of Zi Gushen over the years.
The mother said she was tired. Seeing that the ancestral hall was approaching, she ordered her two sons to rush forward first and prepare to burn incense and say to their ancestors that the spiritual place was about to be moved.
The two brothers agreed and stepped up. Only then did the eldest brother speak: "You left home seven years ago. Where did you go?"
He glanced at his elder brother and said, "Beijing."
The eldest brother nodded and pondered.
He has been favored since he was a child and often bullies his eldest brother. His parents do not allow his eldest brother to fight back, so he has never taken his eldest brother seriously.
At this time, the eldest brother said something that made him tremble: "Seven years ago...? Wasn't the capital about to fall?"
He felt guilty.
But the eldest brother didn't say any more. When he saw the family members guarding the ancestral hall coming to greet him, he said, "Go and help behind."
"good."
The family member walked to the back and took the object from Mrs. Liu's hand: "Madam, are you going to transfer the spirit?"
"Yes, we will leave tomorrow. You don't have to stay behind later. Just go back and clean up."
"Yes, madam," the family member guarding the ancestral hall responded, "the war was in chaos, and a Taoist priest who was passing by finally came yesterday. I forced him to stay so that he could perform rituals."
"Taoist priest? What a coincidence."
"Hey, I was afraid that my ancestors wouldn't be able to move without the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was anxious to avoid the war, so he finally persuaded us to do so."
Mrs. Liu looked up and saw a Taoist priest standing in front of the hut next to the ancestral hall. Next to the Taoist priest was an old man with a hunchback. He was wearing a heavy cotton jacket, wrapping his small body in it, and holding a green bamboo pole in his hand. .
His shrewd and sharp gaze came over, making Mrs. Liu couldn't help but tremble.
She noticed that the old man had no beard and a clean face, which was quite rare.
She only heard her son say "uh" next to her. She looked at him with questioning eyes. Her son frowned and whispered, "Those two people make me very uncomfortable."
Her eldest son looked at the Taoist priest and the old man and said to his younger brother, "You are too worried."
Mrs. Liu hurriedly greeted the Taoist priest: "Thank you for your service, Taoist priest, and I will certainly give you a generous reward."
"It's right to help, but now that the golden soldiers are approaching, you should have fled earlier."
"Thank you for your trouble, Master Taoist. Our family will set off early tomorrow morning."
"Very good."
"Can I also ask for the Taoist priest's name?"
"Pindao Yunkong," Yunkong bowed and introduced the old man next to him, "He is a friend I met on Pindao Road."
"My surname is You Minghe, and I am about to return to my hometown."
The old man's voice was high-pitched and thin, a little strange.
Mrs. Liu also introduced her two sons: "Our surname is Liu, these are my eldest son and second son."
Liu's eldest son handed over his hands in a friendly manner: "My name is Kuan, and I am a Taoist priest."
The second son was not so polite. He looked at the two of them warily, clasped his hands and said, "Liu Zi."
Mrs. Liu ordered her two maids to arrange the sacrifices, burn the incense, and prepare the white cloth for wrapping the spiritual tablet. Then she said to Yunkong: "Our family must ask Zigu God about everything. Let's first ask Zigu God to ask about good or bad luck."
"I just heard this family member say," Yun Kong pointed to the person guarding the ancestral hall, "Is your Zigu's spiritual experience very good?"
"A hundred attempts will always answer."
Mrs. Liu smiled proudly.
She picked up the "dustpan" on the altar, which was a thick wooden branch in the shape of a Y, and ordered her eldest son Liu Kuan and the family members guarding the ancestral hall to each hold one end of the "dustpan" and place the front end on the sand table.
This method of asking Luan has not changed for nearly a thousand years, and today's temple fujis are still the same.
Mrs. Liu burned incense and prayed, and prayed again and again. She was sweating profusely, but the dustpan still didn't respond.
The two people holding the dustpan glanced at each other and looked at the sand table in confusion.
In the past, Zigu God always arrived as soon as she was invited. Why was she so late today?
Finally, the tip of the dustpan moved slightly.
The family members guarding the ancestral hall gave a alert "whoop", but the pen tip stopped moving.
Mrs. Liu was so confused that she worshiped even more vigorously: "God Zigu, God Zigu, our family will be fleeing tomorrow. Please ask God to come. If you have doubts in your heart, please ask God Zigu to answer..." God Zigu still didn't respond. .
Mrs. Liu looked back at her second son, Liu Zi, for fear that he would think she was exaggerating.
Mrs. Liu looked at the Taoist priest again, apologetically.
But she found that the Taoist priest and the old man ignored her, but looked at the small table in the corner of the entrance of the ancestral hall. There was a stone inkstone with ink ground on it and white paper laid on it. It was used by the family members who guarded the ancestral hall to prepare for calligraphy. .
Miraculously, the brush on the small table was standing up in the air, as if an invisible hand was holding the brush and slowly drawing on the white paper.
The expressions of everyone in the Liu family changed, and Mrs. Liu let out a cold breath: "Oh my God, Zigu's spirit has appeared!"
The two maids who followed screamed in fright.
The brush wrote very slowly, and everyone held their breath and did not dare to get close. When the words were finished, the pen tube suddenly circled half a circle in the air as if it collapsed, and then slowly landed on the inkstone.
Everyone saw that it had stopped moving and still did not dare to step forward.
Seeing that they were afraid, Yun Kong stepped forward to pick up the white paper and held it up for everyone to see.
The fonts on the white paper are very childish, like those written by a child learning calligraphy for the first time: "July 7th, the Palace of Eternal Life."
Mrs. Liu looked at it for a while: "What's the explanation?"
"I don't even understand," Yun Kong said, taking a few pieces of white paper from the side and placing them on the table. "That girl just now seemed to have something to say."
Yun Kong took a small spoon and added water to the inkstone to grind out more ink.
"What girl?"
"Isn't Zigu God a girl?"
"Hey, no, no, no," Mrs. Liu waved her hands hurriedly, "How can the Taoist priest call Zi Gushen like this?
He is..." Before the family member finished speaking, Yun Kong had already filled the brush with ink, straightened the tip, placed it on the inkstone, waved his hand in the air and said: "Girl, please. "
The brush slowly rose again, floating in the air, motionless, as if waiting.
"Do you have anything to ask her?" Yun Kong turned around and asked everyone.
Everyone was stunned, their tongues seemed to be suddenly tied in thousands of knots. Mrs. Liu, who had been full of questions, could not ask a single word now.
"Then, I have overstepped my bounds..." Yun Kong asked the brush a very simple and seemingly meaningless question: "My dear, may I ask, where are you at this moment?"
The brush hesitated in mid-air for a while, then carefully landed on the paper.
The first character has too many strokes and is written slowly and awkwardly. It is a "spirit" character.
The next words are relatively simple. I wrote three words in total with the brush before returning it to the inkstone.
Yun Kong raised his neck to look at those three words and couldn't help but take a cold breath.
He turned around and looked up at the memorial tablets of the Liu family's ancestors. They were arranged layer by layer from low to high, neatly arranged on a large ladder-shaped wooden frame. They were so densely packed that it was dazzling.
"excuse me."
After bowing to the coffin, he walked to the back of the wooden frame where the coffin was placed.
"Taoist Priest!"
Mrs. Liu was busy trying to stop her, but Yun Kong had already disappeared into the darkness behind the wooden frame.
It was covered with spider webs and it was very cold. No one had been there for several years.
