No, the willow tree can't hold on anymore, your grandpa is coming out!
Mr. Wang shouted and rushed into the yard with the wooden man on his shoulders.
I thought he would deal with my grandfather's coffin immediately, but I didn't expect that he would carry the wooden man to the coffin he had made before, and then throw the wooden man in.
Before it was over, he took out a handful of rice from nowhere and stuffed it into the wooden man's mouth. I counted clearly, there were seven grains of rice in total.
After doing this, he closed the lid of the coffin and nailed it shut. And just like before, he didn't use a hammer when driving the nails, he just pressed them in with his thumbs, as if the coffin was made of sand.
However, when the last nail was hammered into the coffin, my grandfather's coffin, which originally only made a dull sound, started to crackle and dance like a ladle of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan. When I got up, there was a creaking sound from the entire coffin board, as if it was going to explode from the inside and fall apart in the next second.
The scene of grandpa walking backwards that night came to mind again, and I was so frightened that my heart was in my throat.
Mr. Wang seemed to have expected this to happen, and was indifferent to the abnormality of his grandfather's coffin. Instead, he methodically dug out some mud on the ground of the yard with an ax and sprinkled it on the lid of the coffin.
After doing this, Mr. Wang's whole body was like a spring, and he reached his grandfather's coffin in a few steps.
I saw him bending down, waiting for my grandfather's coffin to jump up, reaching out to grab it under the coffin, and then put it down on his shoulders. He gritted his teeth and let out a soft shout. He exerted force on both legs at the same time. My grandfather's huge and heavy coffin turned out to be like this. He was picked up by Mr. Wang!
I don’t know how to describe my mood at that time. I just saw my grandfather’s coffin still beating on Mr. Wang’s shoulders, shaking Mr. Wang’s body from side to side. But Mr. Wang just blushed and never stopped walking, carrying the coffin until he walked to the brand new coffin.
Then Mr. Wang adjusted his posture, and when his shoulders slumped, the heavy coffin on his shoulders fell straight down, hitting the sealed coffin with such force that it smashed the coffin. Sink into the ground a little.
But strangely enough, after the coffin, which was originally beating uneasily, fell on the coffin box, it seemed as if a restraining spell had been cast on it. It became completely quiet and did not move at all. Even the sound of kicking the coffin board in the coffin completely disappeared. .
Mr. Wang glanced at his grandfather's coffin, and his frown finally relaxed. Then he sat down on the ground, took off his cigarette bag from his waist, and began to smoke slowly. The posture is relaxed and the expression is tired but calm, giving people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.
I didn't check my watch, but I made a rough estimate. It should take no more than half a minute for Mr. Wang to handle all this from the moment he entered the door. His speed and skillful movements are evident.
As for me, after Mr. Wang finished smoking a cup of cigarette, I had not yet come back to my senses and was still immersed in the thrilling scene just now.
It wasn't until Mr. Wang finished his second cup of cigarettes that I came to my senses, took the initiative to pick up the matchbox that Mr. Wang had thrown on the ground, lit it, and lit Mr. Wang's cigarette.
After Mr. Wang took a few puffs, I spoke and asked him, Mr. Wang, has everything been resolved?
Mr. Wang nodded, shook his head, and said that it could be solved for the time being, but all I can do is delay the matter. If you want to really solve this matter, you need to find other people to help.
I don’t understand what Mr. Wang means. What do you mean it’s just a temporary solution?
Mr. Wang said that I was just trying to find ways to deal with the problem, which was treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.
I asked, why are you talking? Aren't you Mai, the craftsman my grandfather called to help me during his lifetime?
He said that if your grandfather and I had agreed upon what we had discussed at the beginning, your grandfather would have been buried long ago. But I was deceived by your grandfather. He didn't go according to plan, so he dragged me into the water.
I recalled what Mr. Wang said before, and then asked tentatively, what do you mean, my grandfather died early?
Mr. Wang nodded and said, I thought it was an accident at first, but things happened one after another, which made me realize that all of this was planned in advance by your grandfather.
I didn't understand, so I had to wait for Mr. Wang to continue explaining.
Mr. Wang was silent for a while and then asked me, little baby, do you know why your grandfather is still uneasy and sick even after his son died?
I remember Mr. Wang said before that my grandfather was uneasy because he had no face on his head. If he was forcibly buried, it would have the opposite effect of "There are three ways to be unfilial, and having no heirs is the worst" - that is, he has no face to see his ancestors. Li Zong will make my grandfather's descendants die.
But Mr. Wang also said that if you want to solve this problem, you only need to turn my grandfather's body over and bury it. But why did my grandfather not only not settle down after arriving at the ancestral hall, but he also wanted to break out of the coffin more than before?
Regarding Mr. Wang’s question, I shook my head and said that I couldn’t understand it.
Mr. Wang said, that's because your grandfather not only knows the skills of a carpenter, but also the skills of a carpenter like us.
I asked, how do you know?
He said, I have said before that each line of craftsmen has their own methods. These methods cannot be learned by other craftsmen except the craftsmen of each line, so they are very distinguishable.
I know this. Mr. Wang said before that the shoemaker lineage has "one kick to open", and their carpenter lineage has "one knife to break".
Mr. Wang said that your grandfather is now using the same method as our carpenters to use another craftsmanship - inviting immortals to ascend the throne.
Mr. Wang knew that I didn’t understand what inviting immortals to ascend the throne was, so he took the initiative to explain that inviting immortals to ascend the throne was originally a method used by Taoist priests, and was later borrowed and improved by our carpenter ancestors--oh, that’s right. It sounds like you are inviting immortals, but in fact, the people you invite are all these messy things, and they do all kinds of immoral things that harm others and yourself.
He went on to say that after a person dies, the carpenter invites an immortal to ascend the throne. He can refine the person into a so-called "immortal", and then carve the name of the person to be killed on the tablet, throw it (cover it) on the ground, and turn over a For the tablets, this 'immortal' will kill only one. If there are many tablets, many people will die. Your grandpa, please come down here to be the immortal! So he has to climb out of the coffin.
No wonder Mr. Wang has been emphasizing that if my grandfather comes out of the coffin, everyone in our village will die. It turns out that it is because of this "inviting immortal to ascend the throne"!
But that’s not right. Doesn’t it mean that only one person will die after turning over a tablet? How does Mr. Wang know how many tablets the other party has, and how does he know that the names of all the people in our village are written on those tablets?
Mr. Wang did not speak, but pointed at the ancestral hall behind him, where tablets were scattered all over the place!
