At this time, not only me, but also Mr. Wang and the six people carrying the coffin were stunned. They all stood motionless and did not dare to do what Wu Tinghan said.
What a joke, after your own coffin leaves the house, there is no way to carry it back, let alone someone else’s coffin. Doesn't this curse this family to death?
The six people carrying the coffin all looked at Mr. Wang, neither advancing nor retreating.
Mr. Wang looked at Wu Tinghan and asked her, did she really want to carry her in?
Wu Tinghan said that apart from his home, there was no place where Chen Guzi could be buried.
Mr. Wang pondered for a moment, then told the six people carrying the coffin to do as she said and carry it in.
Even though Wu Tinghan was beautiful, Mr. Wang was the only one among the six people who carried the coffin.
But this time, Mr. Wang had already spoken, but they still didn't take any action. Instead, they all turned to look at me, obviously wanting to ask for my opinion.
But what can I say?
Dare I have an opinion on something decided by both Mr. Wang and Wu Tinghan?
Even though I was confused, I nodded immediately and watched them carry the coffin in and place it in the yard.
Wu Tinghan seemed to have already chosen the location in my yard. He drew a circle on the left wall of the yard, then pointed to that place and said, "bury it here."
Mr. Wang took one look and said, "Why don't you bury it behind the house? It's his house anyway, so the effect should be about the same."
I know what Mr. Wang is worried about. He is afraid that if he is buried in the yard, it will affect my future life.
But Wu Tinghan snorted coldly and said, if things here can be resolved smoothly, do you think he will still live here in the future? If it can't be solved smoothly, is there any point in worrying about the front and back of the house?
Mr. Wang sighed when he heard this and stopped talking. Instead, he motioned to the six people to just listen to Wu Tinghan's arrangements.
The six people looked at me again, and when I nodded, they no longer hesitated and started digging the grave.
Wu Tinghan returned to his room, took out a wad of money, handed it to Mr. Wang, and told them to share it with them later.
Mr. Wang waved his hand and said, what is this for? People in the village go to funerals and dig graves to 'help', and they don't want to accept them.
She said, are you sure they are helping?
I saw Mr. Wang's expression suddenly change, and then he nodded and said, "I understand, I understand, this is hush money."
After saying that, he divided the money equally, then walked over and told them in a low voice that no one could tell anything about what happened tonight, otherwise he might attract dirty things.
The six people nodded in succession to express their understanding.
Then Mr. Wang took out the money and gave each person a small wad.
The six people were immediately very motivated, and they promised that they would never reveal a single word.
I have to say that Mr. Wang's method of giving a date after a slap in the face was extremely consummate.
I looked around, then found a hoe, carried it and started digging. As a result, Mr. Wang stopped me and asked me, "Are you crazy?"
I took a look at the bulging trousers pockets of the six people, which cost at least two thousand yuan, so I gritted my teeth and said, seeing that they were very tired, I would go and help with what I could.
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, are you going to help me? I'm embarrassed to point it out to you, but you're just greedy for the thousands of dollars in their pockets!
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Digging a hole is much more difficult than digging a grave, and the soil in the yard is much harder than that on the mountain, so digging a hole is not an easy task.
While they were digging the hole, I pulled Wu Tinghan to the edge of the steps and asked her in as low a voice as possible, is my home the place you call the place where 'the truth can never be revealed'?
Wu Tinghan crossed his arms and asked me calmly, what else?
No, I am not asking you for a certain result, but I am asking you why my home is in that kind of place.
Wu Tinghan said, because Chen Guzi could not die in your house.
What's going on here? Can you please be more straightforward? It's going round and round like this. If you don't feel dizzy, I'll feel dizzy just listening to it.
So I looked at Mr. Wang and asked him, do you understand?
Mr. Wang nodded and said, when she said at noon that the truth must not be revealed, I had already figured it out.
Let me tell you, what kind of riddle are you two doing? What does it mean not to let the truth come out?
I glanced at Wu Tinghan and found that she had no desire to explain to me, so I had no choice but to direct my longing eyes at Mr. Wang.
Mr. Wang said, do you know why Chen Guzi’s corpse was found? Does his portrait shed tears?
Let me tell you, you don’t even know, how will I know?
Mr. Wang said that I had not figured it out before. It was not until Senior Wu said that he would dig graves at night that I figured out the trick. Let me ask you, under what circumstances do people cry?
Let me tell you, there are too many situations for what you are asking. You will cry when you are moved, you will cry when you are beaten, you will cry when you are heartbroken, you will cry when you have no money to eat... How can you summarize this clearly?
Mr. Wang said, it is not as complicated as what you said. In fact, there are only two situations: crying with joy and being heartbroken, right?
I thought about it and said, if you divide it like this, the touching item can indeed be included in the tears of joy.
He said that when Chen Guzi shed tears on his portrait, it could not be that he was crying for joy, right?
I say, that is definitely not the case. The family is broken up and the wife is separated. No matter how you calculate it, it cannot be called tears of joy.
Mr. Wang nodded and said, so it can only be sad that makes his eyes water.
I said, that’s not right, he’s lost his mind, how can he still know whether he’s hurt or not, whether he’s happy or not?
Mr. Wang said, this is the other side’s cleverness. Even if Chen Guzi's soul is gone, there is one thing that must be engraved in his bones, so it is impossible for both his soul and the 'corpse' to forget it.
I asked hurriedly, what happened?
Mr. Wang told the story of his suicide.
I can understand this, after all, no one can truly put down their own life and death. Just like me, even though I am not afraid of death just to be with my fellow villagers. But I don't want to die so hastily. If possible, I also hope that I can live a long life.
But, so what if he remembers this incident? This incident was of his own free will and it definitely has nothing to do with being sad, but to say he is happy is definitely far-fetched. Since it has nothing to do with being sad or happy, it naturally has nothing to do with whether he sheds tears or not at his portrait.
Mr. Wang said, what if after he died, he realized that the so-called Di Baili Corpse Monument was actually just paving the way for your grandfather Di Xiang to worship the Nine Corpses Statue?
I tried to imagine the scene at that time. If it were me, then when I went to die with joy and found that things turned out not at all as expected, I think I would be full of resentment and heartbroken.
However, what if Chen Guzi didn't realize that he had been cheated?
After all, didn't Mr. Wang say before that the activation of the Baili Corpse Monument requires the person to be completely voluntary. If Chen Guzi found out that he had been deceived after his death, would it be impossible for his soul to continue to use the Baili Corpse Monument?
Mr. Wang said, I once said that we need to be voluntary during our lifetime, but I have never said that we need to be voluntary after death. Besides, if you have to do it voluntarily after death, do you think your grandpa will not know that he has been deceived when he goes to his house to exchange his portrait?
Indeed, my grandfather’s dojo was built by Chen Guzi. Even if he didn’t realize that he had been deceived by my grandfather at that time, he must have noticed it when my grandfather pretended to be me and went to his house to exchange for his portrait. After all, his portrait was They were all taken away, why is there still a corpse monument hundreds of miles away?
But now that he found out that he had been deceived, logically he should stop his original plan. At least his soul would not be scattered like before, and he would still be able to go to the Land of Infernal Affairs to get the ending of reincarnation.
However, the fact is that his soul completely dissipated, which means that it was no longer voluntary at that time. Instead, there was another force that forcibly dispersed his soul.
In other words, after he died, he fully knew that he had been deceived. Then he must be heartbroken about his suicide.
Let me tell you, but there is also a problem here. If he was really heartbroken after his death, then after his body was found and re-encoffined, the tears of the portrait should not have stopped. Why were you so so sad at that time? Are you sure you have removed the Baili Corpse Monument?
Mr. Wang said, this is something I have never figured out before, because after the 'corpse' was enshrined, I did feel that the eyes of the deceased no longer shed water, so I felt relieved to let you go to Laosicheng to bring in reinforcements.
Let me tell you, isn't this a contradiction?
Mr. Wang said, this is why you just saw a wooden figure under his coffin.
I don’t understand, how can placing a wooden figure that looks exactly like him under his coffin make his portrait continue to cry?
Mr. Wang asked, if you go back to your house now and see your grandfather leaving something behind, will you want to cry?
If there were no outsiders present, I think I would definitely cry. After all, it is always difficult to control emotions when the situation triggers emotion.
Mr. Wang asked again, if his body was buried in the place where he committed suicide during his lifetime, would he shed tears when his portrait was buried?
That's for sure! After all, his family was ruined in that place. Whoever would do this kind of thing would... No, wait a moment? Does this mean that the ancestral hall is the place where Chen Guzi committed suicide? How could it be such a coincidence that he was buried right where he committed suicide?
Oh, yes, that person must have figured out that the ancestral hall was the least likely place to bury someone, so he tricked Chen Guzi into committing suicide there.
But Mr. Wang spat out a mouthful of saliva and said, "This is bullshit on you!" What if I wasn't smart enough to bury him in a coffin in the ancestral hall? Then wouldn’t his eyes water when he puts on the portrait?
I tentatively say, it should be... right?
But in this case, wouldn't it be that the game that the old carpenter had worked so hard to design was easily broken by the joint efforts of Mr. Wang and my grandfather?
Mr. Wang said, it’s definitely not that simple! Because no matter where I bury Chen Guzidi’s coffin, Chen Guzidi’s portrait will always have eyes watering!
I asked, I don’t understand this. The places where he committed suicide couldn’t be all over the mountains and plains, right? If that were the case, could it be possible that he could have committed suicide hundreds or thousands of times?
When I think of that scene, I shudder all over my body...
