After Mr. Wang said this, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses, turned around and ran towards the outside of the ancestral hall. Before the villagers could come to their senses, they ran away with the cage on their backs.
When the coffin fell from the shrine in the ancestral hall, there was silence inside and outside the courtyard. I guess everyone, like me, was frightened and speechless by this incredible scene.
Even when Mr. Wang screamed and roared, the villagers remained stunned on the spot without saying a word, as if what Mr. Wang shouted had nothing to do with them.
It wasn't until Mr. Wang completely disappeared from everyone's sight that those who came to watch the excitement and the Eight Immortals who carried my grandfather's coffin finally came to their senses, rushed into the ancestral hall, and surrounded my grandfather's and mine coffins. In the middle, everyone was talking, pointing, and asking me what Mr. Wang meant by what he just said.
I have no idea what it means. I can't even make up a word other than saying I don't know.
In the end, it was the village chief who came forward and allowed the frightened villagers to let me go temporarily and go back to their homes.
The Eight Immortals who carried the coffin did not leave. They knew what happened to Chen Guzi better than anyone else. Mr. Wang promised to keep them safe before, but now Mr. Wang ran away first. How could they go home peacefully?
The village chief had no choice but to assure them that he would get Mr. Wang back.
After the Eight Immortals left anxiously, the village chief asked me to put all the ancestors' spiritual tablets in their proper places, while he himself had to go out to find Mr. Wang.
It's not that the village chief keeps his promise, but it's because of the current situation that it would be impossible to stop without Mr. Wang.
After everyone left, the only ones left in the huge ancestral hall were the coffins of my grandfather and I, and the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Chen family that had fallen to the ground.
The village chief told me to return the deceased's soul to its proper place. I was a little worried at first, fearing that I would put the ancestor's place in the wrong place, but when I walked into the hall, I realized that my worries were unnecessary.
Because the spirit tablets that fell on the ground actually formed an inverted triangle from far to near, falling neatly on the ground.
In other words, the tablet that was supposed to be standing on the top was at the closest distance to my toes at this moment. Behind it are three spiritual tablets, which should be his three sons, and so on.
When I saw this inverted triangle, my first reaction was that it was easy to get back into position. The second reaction was that this gust of wind was blowing quite well, and it actually did not change the original shape of the spiritual position. ----Yes, even though Mr. Wang was panicked after seeing this, I still think it was the wind.
But when I brought the ladder and placed some of the spiritual tablets on the shrine in order, I turned around inadvertently and saw the many tablets on the ground that were in the shape of a trapezoid. I was suddenly so frightened that I stood on the ladder and did not dare to move.
Because if the wind is really blowing, then if you want the spiritual throne to fall forward, the wind must blow from behind the spiritual throne, and behind the spiritual throne is a tight wall that will never leak!
And even if there is wind, it will never blow the top spiritual bit that far! ----I didn't realize it when I was standing below. Now that I'm standing on the ladder, I realize that the distance is at least three or four meters. It's impossible for a gust of wind to do this. Instead, it seems like someone is standing on it. It's like being thrown out from my position!
But I know better than anyone else that when the spiritual throne fell forward, there was no one in the hall of the ancestral hall! Because at that time, I knelt under the shrine and kowtowed respectfully!
In other words, there is someone I cannot see in the hall of this ancestral hall! And probably standing next to me!
When I thought of this, I got goosebumps all over my body, and my scalp was numb. Then without saying a word, I jumped off the ladder in a few steps, walked to the center of the yard without looking back, and hid in the sun.
They say those things are afraid of the sun, so even if I die in the sun, I will never go to the shade until the village chief comes back!
I thought that the village chief would come back soon regardless of whether he found Mr. Wang or not, but I didn’t expect that the sun had gone down and he was still nowhere to be seen.
I could still hide in the sun when there was sunshine, but now there is no sun, what should I do?
Just when I was struggling, heavy footsteps finally came from outside the ancestral hall.
"Little doll, can you help me?"
It's Mr. Wang's voice! Did the village chief find him?
I hurriedly walked out, but I only saw Mr. Wang walking towards this side carrying a thick piece of wood. There was no village chief around.
I stepped forward to help take one end of the wood and put it on my shoulder, and asked, where is the village chief?
He said, I asked him to go door to door to inform fellow villagers.
I asked, what is the notification?
He said not to go out after dark.
I asked again, why?
He said, because your grandfather is likely to come out.
My grandfather is already dead, how could he come out? Will he really turn into a zombie like in the movie?
Mr. Wang suddenly let go, and the wood hit the ground. The huge impact almost rubbed off a layer of skin on my shoulder.
He said angrily that not only should he read less novels, he should also watch less movies.
Let me tell you, if it's not a zombie, what is it?
He snorted coldly and said, "You don't want to know." And you'd better ask Bodhisattva to protect your grandfather from getting out, otherwise you will be the first to die!
I asked hurriedly, why?
He said that this matter would not be clear for a while, so you should help me move everything in first, otherwise it would be too late (it would be too late).
Although I had a lot of questions, seeing Mr. Wang's anxious look, I had no choice but to put them down for the time being and followed him out of the ancestral hall and walked towards the foot of the mountain at the end of the village.
By the time I reached the foot of the mountain, it was already dark. I saw at the foot of the mountain, there were more than a dozen logs of the same size as before, placed in various directions.
The wood looked like it had just been chopped.
I asked with my mouth wide open, were you the one who chopped it?
He said, I didn’t chop it off, could it be you?
I'm a little embarrassed. I thought you had gone back to town.
He said, I have seen your grandfather's face. If you don't solve it, you won't be able to escape when you return to the town. Why don't you stay and fight with him.
Except for the last sentence, I didn't understand the first three sentences.
I wanted to ask, but was blocked by Mr. Wang, so I could only follow him to move the wood to the ancestral hall.
I have lived in a rural area since I was a child, and my physical fitness is not bad. It’s just that I have to move back and forth more than a dozen times, which is still a bit overwhelming. When the last piece of wood fell to the ground, I sat down on the ground and lost all the strength to speak.
Seeing this, Mr. Wang took the initiative to ask me, little baby, when I went to the mountain to cut down trees, I saw you standing motionless in the yard. What's going on?
I struggled to tell him my inference. He turned around and glanced at the shrine in the hall, and then cursed, "It's a dog's day, this water is getting deeper and deeper."
I wanted to ask Mr. Wang why he said that, but then I saw him peel off the black cloth on his back cage, pull out an ax from the back cage, hit it on a piece of wood, and then stab it from beginning to end like a piece of wood. When I cut a wooden board down, my eyes almost fell off. What the hell, a manual cutting machine?
I asked Mr. Wang, what do you do when you chop wood?
Mr. Wang didn't even raise his head and only said three words: Make an old house! (In our local dialect, it means coffin)
I was shocked and asked hurriedly, another person died?
He shook his head and said, this old house was built for you.
