This is the ancestral hall of the Lin family. What is striking is a large piece of wood erected on the altar, with the inscription "Mr. Lin Feng's spiritual place" written on it.
Lin Feng's aunt bowed several times to the altar, then lit incense candles and inserted them into the incense burner in front of the altar, and then burned the money. A rather mysterious and interesting fuqi activity is about to begin.
The six middle-aged men and women gathered here dressed in yellow, white, blue, black and purple are Zhengluan, Fuluan, male singer, female singer, male recorder and female recorder.
At this moment, Zheng Luan waved his hand, and the five of them walked to the altar one after another and bowed together. Zheng Luan, who was also bowing, suddenly stood up and placed a sand tray filled with sand on the square table in the middle of the hall.
Fu Luan was holding a T-shaped pen made of two wooden sticks nailed into a T-shape, and was trying to write on the sand table. Above and below the square table stand Zhengluan and Fuluan respectively. They looked at each other, then each grabbed one side of the upper horizontal handle of the ji pen, and cooperated tacitly.
Zheng Luan glanced at the altar above the main hall and said solemnly, Mr. Lin Feng, at the request of your aunt today, our six departments will set up the altar and support the altar for you. Now the support ceremony is about to begin. I respectfully ask you to answer your aunt's question.
Lin Feng's aunt, who was sitting on one side, stood up, moved a chair close to the square table and sat down, quietly facing Zheng Luan and Fu Luan, who were preparing to support the stilts.
The male singers, the female singers, the male recorders, and the female recorders were positioned crosswise on the left and right sides of the square table; only the two singers were standing, and the two recorders were sitting, with paper and pen ready.
At this time, Zheng Luan made a gesture to announce the start of the fussing, and motioned to Lin Feng's aunt to ask questions.
Lin Feng’s aunt said, Lin Feng, it has been more than half a year since you died in a car accident. My aunt has always missed you and cared about you. Today I specially invite people from Sancai to come and hold the altar. I just want to ask you a few things. Please answer me truthfully, okay?
The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan were twisting on the sand table, and a line of characters appeared. The male and female singers looked at it carefully, and then sang together, "Okay, aunt, you can ask whatever you want." The male and female note-takers each used automatic pens to write down notes in open notebooks.
Lin Feng's aunt asked again, a few days ago, the wife of Xu Cungui, the principal of Xujiawan Primary School, came to me and said that your girlfriend Wu Ximei had an improper relationship with Xu Cungui. Was it your fault?
The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan twisted and twisted on the sand table, and a large line of characters appeared. The male and female singers looked carefully, and then sang together, "Aunt, how can you blame me?" It was because I couldn't let go of Wu Ximei and loved her so much that I stayed with her at night and planned to marry her.
But Xu Cungui didn't have good intentions. Not only did he cause trouble, he also took possession of Wu Ximei's body on the pretext of being Wu Ximei's companion at night. I hate him so much. Besides, even if I am a ghost and Wu Ximei is afraid, it is understandable that you, the principal, would sleep in a dormitory with her, and people can understand it, but why do you have evil intentions and occupy Wu Ximei? Isn’t this the bad style of your Xu Cungui?
Because of this incident, the whole city was in turmoil and the impact was extremely bad. When the superiors found out, they held a meeting at Xujiawan Primary School to revoke Xu Cungui's position as principal and transferred him. Aunt, don't think so. The inappropriate relationship between Wu Ximei and Xu Cungui was not caused by me. The male and female record-keepers each wrote quickly in their notebooks.
Lin Feng's aunt raised her voice and said, according to Xu Cungui's wife, she didn't know what happened between Xu Cungui and Wu Ximei. It was you who told her the story repeatedly in dreams, right? The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan were twisted here and there on the sand table, and a large row of characters appeared.
The male and female singers looked carefully, and then sang together, "I was the one who told the secret." There were not three times, only two times. The first time I had a dream was at noon. Xu Cungui’s wife still didn’t believe it. That night, I told her again in my dream. In order to verify whether what I told her was true or not, she took her son with her as a companion and walked through the night together to get to school. As a result, they really caught me cheating on me.
Aunt, let me tell you, after this incident came to light, I was very happy and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The male and female record-keepers each wrote scratchily in their notebooks.
Lin Feng's aunt went on to say, I also understand this matter. I also want to ask you, you said you love Wu Ximei so much and plan to marry her. Are you saying this just for fun, or are you serious? The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan twisted on the sand table, and two words appeared: Take it seriously. The male and female singers sang together. The male and female note takers each made notes in their notebooks.
Lin Feng's aunt said anxiously that this cannot be taken seriously. You are my nephew and you must listen to my advice. I advise you to give up this stubborn idea. Why? You are no longer a human being, how can you marry Wu Ximei who is a human being? If you really love her, wait until you are reincarnated as a human in the next life and then renew your relationship with her. Of course, the changes in the next life cannot be explained clearly. It doesn’t work like this anyway.
The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan did not move on the sand table. After waiting for a while, they still did not move. Zheng Luan raised his awl face and looked towards the roof of the ancestral hall while thinking and talking, which showed that Mr. Lin Feng was unwilling to answer this question. Aunt Lin, you can ask other questions.
Lin Feng's aunt said, Lin Feng, I advise you to put down this unrealistic delusion. When you were alive, you should have heard the story of "The Legend of the White Snake". The White Snake cultivated into a thousand-year-old snake demon, turned into a beautiful woman and married the human Xu Xian, and achieved a happy marriage. However, the good times did not last long, and she was finally crushed under the Leifeng Pagoda.
But you are different. You have no cultivation skills, and you are just an illusory spirit body. You do not have the ability to appear in a human form like the white snake turned into the white lady. If you have the ability to become a human form, then I will look for you again. If you like Wu Ximei, no one will stop you, and Wu Ximei will accept it. dont you agree?
The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan remained motionless on the sand table. Fu Luan suggested, Aunt Lin, you can ask other questions. Lin Feng's aunt was stunned for a moment and said, Lin Feng, I have nothing to ask, and you didn't answer me when I asked. But I still advise you to give up that delusion and listen to me. The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan were twisting on the sand table again.
The male and female singers carefully looked at the words on the sand table, and then sang together, "Aunt, what else do you want to say?" Male and female record-keepers each write in their notebooks.
Lin Feng's aunt said, listen to me and seek relief, don't be obsessed with the love between men and women. Is it okay for me to recite Buddha’s name and save you from reincarnation? The ji pens held by Zheng Luan and Fu Luan twisted on the sand table, and a line of words appeared again. The male and female singers saw this and sang together, "Aunt, thank you for your concern for me. It is a good thing that you recite Buddha's name to save me, but I have to think about it."
The male and female recorders each finished writing in their notebooks, and Lin Feng's aunt did not ask any more questions. The two of them tore off the recorded paper from the notebook and handed it to the old man for future reference.
At Xujiawan Primary School, the weather turned cloudy that day. Wu Ximei, a teacher who was giving a lecture on the podium, suddenly frowned as if she was vomiting. She immediately raised her hand to touch her mouth, walked out of the classroom quickly, spit out a mouthful of acidic water into the gutter under the corridor, then took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. Go back to the classroom and continue teaching.
