When Mr. Wang heard this, he just snorted coldly, and then said lightly, "Why are you making such a fuss? If paper money is stained with water, it will naturally penetrate for a certain distance. Isn't this normal?" Have you read all the books up to your butt?
I naturally knew that water can soak along paper, but what I didn't know was that this was also related to the paperiness of Wu Tinghan's body. After all, in my opinion, just pull the frame out of the water.
Mr. Wang said, if there was something simple, could this person be better than Yize in measuring corpses?
After he finished speaking, he told me to take a brick every eighteen seconds and count it silently in your mind. You don't have to worry about whether the count is accurate or not, as long as the interval is eighteen times.
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the main room.
In order to see clearly what he was going to do, I counted silently in my mind and moved my feet to the other side of the water tank so that I could see clearly what he was doing.
I saw him enter the hall, first kick the paper man away, and then kneel under the shrine with a thud - because it was blocked by the coffin, I couldn't see what he was doing under the shrine. All I know is that his head appears and disappears, and it looks like he is kowtowing.
After a while, he stood up again, then reached out and took down the kerosene lamp and incense burner placed on the shrine.
After he took out these two things, he ran to the kitchen and moved out the dining table. At the same time, he also moved out three chairs and arranged them in the north, south, south, and left no chairs in the direction of the courtyard.
After that, he went to the kitchen and took out three bowls, three pairs of chopsticks and three eggs. Two of them were smashed directly into the bowls on the north and south sides, and the last egg was placed intact on the east side. That is, in the bowl facing away from the main room.
Then he held the incense burner with both hands and poured all the ashes into the bowl, covering the egg tightly.
After doing this, Mr. Wang placed two pairs of chopsticks on the rims of the two porcelain bowls in the north and south. The last pair of chopsticks, one on each side, was placed on both sides of the porcelain bowl filled with incense ash.
After finishing this, Mr. Wang looked at the positions of the bowls and chopsticks, then slightly adjusted the north and south bowls and chopsticks, and then placed the kerosene lamp in the center of the table.
Then I saw Mr. Wang’s hands forming a very strange handprint on his chest. Except for the two middle fingers that were straight, all the other fingers were bent at the first knuckles. The entire palm and fingers formed a very special shape. , looks like a candle.
After completing the handprints, he murmured something softly and pointed at the kerosene lamp. The originally extinguished kerosene lamp was instantly lit, blooming with dim yellow light, spreading around the table and illuminating the entire table. Somewhat yellow.
I have seen their craftsmen light the yellow talisman in their hands with ease, and then I saw Mr. Wang reaching out from the air to light the kerosene lamp. Naturally, I was not surprised.
Mr. Wang came over at this time, took a look at the few bricks left in the bucket, nodded, and said that the time was just right.
But the further back I went, the more I noticed that the speed at which the bucket floated was slowing down, as if it was encountering great resistance.
I asked Mr. Wang with some worry, I feel that the ink thread is almost reaching its limit. Do you want to add another thread?
Mr. Wang said, don't worry, this is the "eighteen strings of strings", even people from the 18th level of hell can pull it out, let alone a small portrait.
Only then did I remember that before poking the ink cone, Mr. Wang recited the words, "When descendants ask Yin and Yang, a thread leads to eighteen."
So I asked, what is one line and eighteen lines?
Mr. Wang said that this was originally a way for our carpenters to go underworld to find the souls of their ancestors. Even if the souls were sent to the eighteenth level of hell, they were actually sucked into the land of infinity, and we can use this ink thread to bring them back. So if a soulless body falls into the lake and sea, wouldn't it be easy to pull it out?
This portrait of Chen Guzi is equivalent to his corpse. Mr. Wang's statement is not wrong, and if even the soul can be brought back from the land of eternity, that corpse will naturally be no problem.
But what I didn't expect was that a thin ink line could have such great toughness. This was completely beyond my expectation.
What was even more surprising to me was that after all eighteen bricks were taken out, Chen Guzi's portrait frame was also pulled out of the water, and it was exactly the same.
I asked Mr. Wang, did you calculate this in advance?
Mr. Wang glanced at me angrily and said, "I'm not the one who's the best one. Could it be that you're the one who's the one?"
After finishing speaking, he took Chen Guzi's portrait and walked towards the table.
I glanced at the bucket in the water tank and the washbasin in the coffin, and couldn't help but shake my head. To grasp it so accurately, you need to know the length of the portrait frame that was sunk into the water, and then calculate the depth to which the bucket will sink, and how much buoyant force the bucket will receive each time a brick is taken out...
Even if you leave this kind of calculation to a high school physics teacher, you may not be able to calculate such an accurate result in a short time, right? At least, with my current knowledge, I have to use the mathematical tool of calculus to calculate it accurately.
But Mr. Wang has relied entirely on his own mental arithmetic from the beginning to the present. This terrifying calculation ability is really a bit confusing, right?
I was still looking at the water tank and washbasin in a daze when I heard Mr. Wang calling me over. Then I saw Chen Guzi’s portrait placed flat on the table to the east by Mr. Wang, while Mr. Wang pointed to the left side of the table, which is to the south. That chair, tell me, sit there and don’t move.
I sat down as instructed, and then I felt a wave of heat coming over me, so hot that I almost couldn't help but jump up. Fortunately, I saw the look in Mr. Wang's eyes, and I was able to control my desire to stand up in time.
Then I saw Mr. Wang sitting down opposite me, but as soon as he sat down, he stood up again, and then said to Chen Guzi's portrait, I will serve you a meal.
After saying that, I saw Mr. Wang standing behind the chair on the east side. Then he held both sides of the porcelain bowl with his thumbs and index fingers with his palms facing up and his elbows turned out. Then he turned his wrists over with his palms facing down. Place the porcelain bowl upside down on Chen Guzi's portrait.
Mr. Wang moved so quickly that not a single bit of the incense ashes in the porcelain bowl spilled out, but was all trapped in the bowl.
Then Mr. Wang held the bowl in both hands and rotated it around and around on the photo frame, so that the incense ash in the bowl spread completely on the wet paper money on the photo frame without missing a thing.
Incense ash absorbs water. This is a simple common sense, but I didn't expect Mr. Wang to use it here. Before, I thought that Mr. Wang got the kerosene lamp and planned to use the light to dry paper money.
Mr. Wang just rotated it around and around until all the incense ash was poured out and spread a thick layer on the photo frame. At this time, the porcelain bowl in Mr. Wang's hand returned to the center of the photo frame, waiting for him to uncover it. When the porcelain bowl was opened, the egg stood intact on the incense ashes.
Only then did I realize that the color of this egg was actually a little different. It didn't look like a raw egg, but rather like it had been cooked.
Mr. Wang saw my confused face and took the initiative to tell me that if it had been cooked for a long time, it must have been cooked by now. But now it's good, we can see the light of day again.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Wang suddenly tore open the piece of paper money on Chen Guzi's portrait, along with the incense ashes and eggs, all at once, without leaving any incense ashes on the portrait.
Afterwards, Mr. Wang erected the portrait and faced the kerosene lamp. I saw that on the glass surface of the portrait frame, the moisture remaining from the paper money disappeared in an instant under the high temperature of the kerosene lamp.
At the same time, I saw Wu Tinghan standing on the edge of the steps, leaning against the threshold of the hall. The papers on her body fell off piece by piece, revealing her perfect and concave figure...
