How can this be? !
Chen Guzi was carried here immediately after his death, and the villagers rushed over to build a mourning hall as soon as possible.
During the burial, the villagers who came to help watched Chen's sister-in-law paying respects to her remains. After that, no one passed by in the yard. If anyone touched Chen Guzi's body, they would definitely be discovered.
But until now, no one, including Chen's sister-in-law, has mentioned that Chen Guzi's body was not in the coffin.
In other words, no one has touched Chen Guzi's body at all, so his body will definitely lie in the coffin intact!
But Chen Guzi's body is missing. This is a fact that is obvious to me. I saw it with my own eyes. How can it be false?
This huge contradiction made me think for a moment that the whole world was illusory, or that I was still in a dream and had not woken up, just like the dream I had before about my grandfather and the wooden man in the room.
Otherwise, if Chen Guzi's body is no longer in the coffin, where else can it go?
I originally thought that Mr. Wang's request for me not to keep stating the obvious fact that he was really a god was a narcissistic joke, so I naturally thought that his request for me to go with him to find Chen Guzi's body was also a joke. talk.
But I never expected that Chen Guzi’s body was actually missing!
The huge contrast between Mr. Wang's two sentences before and after made it really difficult for me to accept it for a while.
Especially when I saw the empty coffin, I was so panicked that I almost lost my balance and fell to the ground.
No wonder Mr. Wang and Mr. Dojo had to ask Aunt Chen to return to her parents' home, otherwise she would collapse if she saw the coffin was empty.
I have to say that Mr. Wang is definitely one of those masters who can see the next four or five moves of his next move.
I asked Mr. Wang, how could this happen?
Mr. Wang said, you ask me, which one should I ask?
Let me tell you, since you know there is no body in the coffin, you must know where the body went. Otherwise, how do you know the coffin is empty?
Mr. Wang said angrily, "If I say I am just guessing, would you believe it?"
I believe you, you are such a bad old man!
This joke popped up in my mind unconsciously, but I didn't say it out loud. Firstly, I wasn't sure whether Mr. Wang could understand this joke, and secondly, I was really not in the mood to play tricks with Mr. Wang right now.
So I only said two words, I don’t believe it.
Mr. Wang said, if you believe it, believe it; if you don’t believe it, you will be put down.
After finishing speaking, Mr. Wang walked to his cage, took out a wooden plaque as dark as ink, and used an awl to carve it on the wooden plaque.
The wooden sign should be made of fine wood, and the texture should be very hard. It is the type that can be driven in with a hammer, which is not easy to drive in. But Mr. Wang held the awl with his hand and dug it like sand, moving horizontally and vertically, very casually.
His movements were very fast, and just as I was about to stretch my head over to take a look, I found that he had already finished carving. Before I could see clearly what he was carving, I walked straight to the coffin, put the wooden sign in, and then wiped the surface of the wooden sign with the only earthen paper money left in the coffin.
Just when I was about to ask if this was not a good idea, Mr. Wang threw the wooden sign at me and told me that it was easy to get it, but it was a bit heavy. If you can't lift it, just put it on your lap and don't let it go. Touch the ground.
I was about to say that it was just a wooden sign. No matter how good the quality was, it would not be so heavy that a young man like me could not lift it.
But before the words came out of my mouth, when it was just a thought, I strangled the words in my stomach. Because when I caught the wooden sign, my hands seemed to be catching a shot put the size of a basketball. My whole body lost balance and staggered forward, and the wooden sign in my hand almost fell to the ground.
What the hell is this? How could it be like this again?
When I used all my strength to lift the wooden sign, I finally saw clearly what Mr. Wang had carved on the wooden sign - the spiritual tablet of Chen Guzi!
This turned out to be a spiritual tablet! Moreover, it is a spiritual position that is so heavy that it can bend people over!
Looking at the weight, I'm afraid it's almost as heavy as Chen Guzi's body!
Mr. Wang ignored my complaints, but picked up his carrier from the ground, put it on his back, and then walked to the mourning hall, and bowed three times to the portrait of Chen Guzi using the method he used to remove my photo. After bowing, he lowered the portrait with his fingers.
Only this time, I saw Mr. Wang pressing his little finger with his thumb, instead of pressing his index finger with his thumb before. Moreover, the direction of laying it down is also different. When taking my portrait, it was placed forward, but the portrait of Chen Guzi was placed backward.
And after putting it down, Mr. Wang did not cover his head with a black cloth, but took two from my hand! root! hand! refer to! head! He easily picked up the wooden sign and placed it on the glass frame of Chen Guzi's photo.
I already knew that Mr. Wang was very strong. What surprised me was that such a heavy wooden sign did not crush the glass on the photo frame?
After Mr. Wang put it down, he said to me, come here and blow some air to see if you can blow this tablet down.
Let me tell you, Mr. Wang, are you kidding me? I have trouble picking this thing up. Do you think you can blow it down with just one mouth?
Mr. Wang didn't seem to want to explain to me, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed me, then pressed my head down towards the spiritual place and said, "Blow it when I ask you to. You talk so much nonsense?" Blow it up for me!
I didn't know what kind of medicine Mr. Wang was selling in his gourd, so I had no choice but to follow the instructions.
I thought that no matter how hard I blew, it would be impossible to blow down the spiritual statue, and it would be difficult to even make the slightest sound. But when I exhaled a symbolic breath, the spiritual body, which was as heavy as a corpse, swayed back and forth unconsciously!
Seeing this, I was so frightened that I hurriedly broke away from Mr. Wang's hand and asked him in a panic, "Mr. Wang, was my eyesight just now?"
Mr. Wang didn't say much, just shook his head and said, let's go, I think I know where Chen Guzi dropped his body.
I was shocked when I heard this and asked him hurriedly, "If I blow it, you will know where his body is?" Then if I blow again, can I blow his body back directly?
As I said this, I was about to bend down and start blowing again, but Mr. Wang took me by the back of my collar and carried me directly out of the mourning hall.
As he pushed me out, he told me angrily that if you don't want to die, you should quickly find Chen Guzidi's body, otherwise when the four wells are full, neither you nor I will be able to escape. ).
I followed him out of the yard and walked toward the end of the village. Looking at Mr. Wang's back, I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him, but I didn't know where to start.
After walking out for a while, I finally couldn't hold it back and asked him, why can I blow on such a heavy spiritual tablet?
Mr. Wang stopped, glanced in the direction of the end of the village, and said, because that dream you had, it might not be a dream.
