What's the meaning? !
What does it mean it's not a dream? !
How could it not be a dream? That is absolutely, 100% a dream! When the King of Heaven comes, it is also a dream!
Mr. Wang said, please don’t rush (don’t be anxious) and tell me about your dream.
After finishing speaking, Mr. Wang withdrew his gaze and led me forward again.
Now, I am like a marionette, without any thought, following Mr. Wang's footsteps.
If possible, I really don’t want to recall the dream I just had.
The paper face with the weird smile, the smooth round door latch, and the image of my grandfather standing at the end of the bed watching me sleep... each scene, like a movie, appeared in my mind one by one.
Even though Mr. Wang was beside me, I couldn't help but shudder, and then told Mr. Wang the dream in detail.
After I finished speaking, I was already covered in cold sweat, while Mr. Wang remained silent and walked forward slowly.
Seeing Mr. Wang like this, I couldn't help but ask him, must I be dreaming, right?
Mr. Wang glanced sideways at me, sighed, and said, I am not afraid of scaring you. To tell you the truth, if this was a dream, you would not have been able to move the Chen Guzi tablet just now.
I don’t understand, is this a dream, and what does it have to do with whether I can blow Chen Guzi’s tablet?
Mr. Wang said, do you know why I want to carve that tablet?
Let me tell you, that tablet is so heavy, isn’t it to crush Chen Guzi’s portrait?
Mr. Wang said, do you know why the child should be pressed with a tablet instead of using other things to press it?
I really don’t know about this. I don’t even know why the portrait is pressed down. It doesn’t have legs. Could it be that it can run away on its own?
Mr. Wang said, yes, I am just afraid that it will run away!
Late at night, when I heard Mr. Wang say this, a portrait of Chen Guzi suddenly appeared in my mind. Using the two corners of the photo frame as feet, he moved from the Eight Immortals table to the edge of the table, then jumped down and walked across the yard. , ran out of the house and disappeared into the dark night...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder.
Let me tell you, Mr. Wang, please don’t slander me. It’s just a portrait, and I’m not a human being. How could I run away on my own?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, dead people can run around, why can't portraits of deceased persons?
this……
I was stunned by Mr. Wang's words again, so I had to change the subject and ask him, why do you need to use a spiritual tablet to hold him down?
Mr. Wang said that because of your face, it is impossible to lift your body.
Although this sentence is correct, the preface does not match the follower, so I don’t know what he is talking about.
But when I thought about Mr. Wang's speech, I thought about it a little more, and soon understood what Mr. Wang meant, so I hurriedly asked him, do you mean that the spiritual tablet represents Chen Guzi's body?
When Mr. Wang heard this, he said happily, "Oh, are you enlightened?" That's right, the tablet with Chen Guzi's name written on it, and the piece of paper money in the coffin had been wiped by it, naturally it was equivalent to Chen Guzi's corpse.
I still don’t understand why being wiped by that piece of paper money is equivalent to Chen Guzi’s body?
Mr. Wang said, let me ask you, what is that piece of paper money for?
I know this question, and even if I die and am reincarnated after drinking Meng Po Soup, I will never forget that piece of paper was placed on the head of the corpse to prevent relatives from crying when they pay homage to the remains. On the faces of our ancestors!
Mr. Wang said, right? When the piece of paper wipes the tablet, does that mean it also covers the tablet? Now that Chen Guzidi's body has disappeared, that means the piece of paper only covered the body for a period of time. If I take away the tablet, does that mean that the piece of paper only covered the tablet for a period of time? Since everything was covered with that piece of paper for a period of time, why can't the tablet be equivalent to the corpse of Chen Guzi?
I was just confused. Let me tell you, how can you make such an analogy?
Mr. Wang said, this is called seeing the essence through the phenomenon! As long as the essence is the same, no matter whether it is a corpse or a tablet, the statue of Chen Guzi can be suppressed. Do you think this is the truth?
I really want to say no, but the weight of that tablet is indeed beyond the weight of normal wood. Even the densest snakewood, with its small size, would never reach that weight.
Moreover, if the tablet is equivalent to Chen Guzi's corpse, it can really hold down the portrait and prevent it from running around. After all, it is indeed impossible for a person's face to lift his own body.
So I could only hold back the word 'no' and nodded reluctantly.
Mr. Wang said that if it were replaced by anything else, even a mountain, it would be possible for the statue of Chen Guzi to be pushed away, but with this tablet equivalent to his corpse, no matter how powerful Chen Guzi was, he would not be able to push it away. Maybe use him to rub his face and lift himself to rub his body!
Hearing this, I thought of a loophole. I said, wouldn't it be better to drop the piece of paper money from the coffin? Even if it can hold down a corpse, why can't it hold down a portrait?
Mr. Wang looked at him like he was looking at an idiot and said, "Just think about it, is that piece of paper holding down the body?" If it can be pressed, is the coffin empty?
I suddenly ran out of words and knew that apart from using the spiritual tablet to hold it down, I really couldn't find anything else to replace it. As for whether all the memorial tablets can replace the corpse after being wiped with paper money, I asked Mr. Wang afterwards, and he said that the memorial tablets must be carved by his line of carpenters.
So in the final analysis, it is still the carpenter's method of engraving spiritual tablets. Wiping with paper money is just the icing on the cake. It's just that Mr. Wang didn't want to explain that much to me at that time.
However, after going around in a big circle, Mr. Wang still couldn't explain clearly, why can I blow such a heavy spirit? What does this have to do with whether my previous experience was a dream?
Mr. Wang didn't even think about it and said directly, you can move his memorial tablet because you have moved his memorial tablet before. Since you can move it the first time, you can naturally move it the second time. Even if the tablet is heavier than Shanha, you can still move it or knock it down! Because as long as it’s you, you can definitely move that photo, even if it’s pressed down by the Wuzhi Mountain!
What kind of bullshit is this? If this is the case, then when I worked part-time outside school, I received a salary of 200 yuan on the first day. Wouldn’t it be possible to get a high salary of 200 yuan every day in the future? But the fact is, after that, I never received such a high salary again!
Also, when did I touch Chen Guzi’s photo? I just wiped his tears and didn't move the frame at all.
Mr. Wang looked at me angrily and said, "You put up all the photos of yourself, and you said you haven't touched his photos?"
I was frightened by Mr. Wang's words. I told him that that was another me, not the real me. Didn't you say before that that guy couldn't be me?
Mr. Wang has said this before, and he also said that I, a guy with no hair on his head, can't handle the situation where the portrait is crying and the corpse is a hundred miles away. Why do you change your story now and say that guy is me?
Mr. Wang said, I did think it was not you before, but since you can blow the tablet, then that guy must be you.
I was a little panicked and asked hurriedly, how is this possible? There is only one me in this world!
Mr. Wang smiled coldly, have you forgotten that the person standing at the end of your bed watching you sleep is the other person?
