When business is open, everything seems to go smoothly.
Although there is no money in the pockets, the numbers on the books are rising steadily.
Even if they sell magic talismans during the day, few people come to chase them away.
Today, I sent another client to settle down at the foot of Feilai Mountain. It was already midnight when I returned to Fuguifang.
Huangwei and the other ghosts went to Di Dian to rest, while Li Changan wandered into the Salesian Home.
He wanted to make talismans at night, and he had a lot of inspiration. It was not convenient to live with other ghosts, so he rented a leaky and abandoned side room in the Salesian Home. After a little repair, he could move in and take care of the little girl nearby. With the monk's body. However, firstly because Li Changan was a ghost, and secondly because he was afraid of causing gossip among the neighbors, He Wumei declared to the public that Li Changan was the house god who invited him into the house, so the side room became a shrine and no one, especially children, was allowed to come and go at will.
The adults in the family knew it was an excuse and usually just pretended.
But the children believed it.
From time to time, he would place some small tributes in front of Li Changan's door.
One of his daily pleasures is to see what gadgets the children have brought after a long day's work.
Tonight.
The most conspicuous thing on the stone steps is a wreath of sorrel and aster; there should be a few bird eggs next to it, which have been eaten by greedy people, leaving only a few pieces of eggshell; on the edge of the eggshell is a bulging sac. money bag...
Huh?
The Taoist priest picked up the money bag and weighed it in his hands.
There was a swishing sound.
When he opened it, he estimated that there were hundreds of copper coins.
Also included is a note.
He unfolded it, glanced at it, crumpled it into a ball, threw it back into the bag, and then tapped the wall three times with his fingers.
A pair of bright round eyes lit up on the dark eaves.
Tan Qiu'er jumped down to the ground, squatted with his tail curled, combed the egg liquid on his beard with his paws, and meowed at Li Changan.
The Taoist priest shook the money bag in his hand and pointed at the eggshell on the ground.
The cat meowed reluctantly, then stood up slowly, raised the tip of its tail to signal the Taoist priest to follow, and led him, one cat and one ghost, into the children's wing through the half-open window.
He Wumei did not find a job tonight, the children also went to bed early, and the big bunk was full of snores, big and small. They were not sleeping well, some pushed off the quilt, some were drooling while hugging other people's feet, and some were hanging precariously from the edge of the bed.
Li Changan helped them arrange things neatly, and finally he and Tan Qiu'er stopped in front of a little boy.
This kid is about eleven or twelve years old, and he is considered an older child in the Salesian Home. In three or four years, he will be able to go out and fend for himself.
At this time, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to be asleep, but the Taoist priest leaned over and listened carefully, but he could hear his breathing that was deliberately slowed down.
Ah.
The little doll wants to trick the ghost.
The little boy's name is He Qiu. Eight years ago, He Wumei picked it up from the muddy ditch on the roadside. At that time, he didn't know how to speak, let alone ask about his age, place of origin, parents, etc., so he entered the charity. Kindergarten, with the surname He Wumei. Because he was born lean and lean, his eyes were always turning when he looked left and right, and he looked like a little loach from the inside out. Therefore, after he was given a famous name, no one called him He Niluo.
It was he who placed the money bag in front of the Taoist priest's door.
I was worried about why there was suddenly no movement.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp shock on my forehead.
Unable to help it, I just vomited out half a cry of pain:
"well……"
When the back collar is tightened, it looks like it is flying in the clouds.
Open your eyes again.
The cry of pain turned into a exclamation.
"……Yo?"
The night breeze is cool, and the branches and leaves of the old ginkgo trees in the yard poke into the fluffy moon and sway slightly.
"Little loach."
The sound was accompanied by the familiar sound of the money bag falling into my arms.
Turn away.
The short-haired Taoist priest and the cat squatted side by side on the stone steps in front of the court. The cat raised its tail and the Taoist priest put his hands on it.
"Tell me honestly, what did you do?"...
There is a popular game among the urchins in Qiantang that is played behind the backs of adults - offering sacrifices to gods.
The most recent one was held in Fuguifang three days ago.
The god worshiped is called the "Ten Coin God".
This god is very generous, and he is willing to listen to all wishes and appeals as long as the believer gives ten cents.
The name of the god is like a joke, the priesthood is more like a joke, and of course, the worship rituals are also like a joke.
Except for several jars of wine and plates of meat as tributes, the altar was made of stone, the idols were made of straw, the sacred tablets were made of mud, the banners and flags were made of banana leaves, and the paper money was cut from leaves.
Due to the lack of incense and candles, fearing that the atmosphere was not mysterious enough, they used piles of weeds to cover the dark fire and make smoke. The smoke was so thick that the "believers" wiped their eyes from their eyes.
Rao is so.
He Niluo was still wearing a cassock—a floral skirt that some gangster had stolen from home, and a miter on his head—with bird feathers all over his head, baring his teeth and claws, jumping up and down in the smoke, tenaciously leading the way. Twenty or so friends in the venue completed a series of steps such as clearing the altar, inviting gods, offering gifts, and praying.
During the movement, bird feathers flew around his head, and he felt like a chicken that had fallen into the stove hole, which was unlucky and funny. But what's there to complain about? He is both a wizard and the leader of a society (a group organized to worship gods is called a society, and the leader is called a society leader). These tricks were originally created by him.
Fortunately, the ceremony finally came to the last part - sending off the gods.
He chose a place where the smoke could not reach and lay down.
While looking at the pork head meat on the altar, he was wondering which piece was the fattest, so that he could scoop it into his own bowl when the meat was divided later.
While singing the final farewell words:
"The Ten Coin God goes to heaven, the Ten Coin God goes to the earth, and the Ten Coin God returns to his throne."
Afterwards, the children chanted along in succession:
"The god of ten coins goes to heaven, the god of ten coins goes to the earth, the god of ten coins..."
At this time.
A fat guy suddenly changed his words and shouted:
"Master Ten Coin God loves to fart!"
He raised his buttocks and puffed out the air.
Then he laughed and rushed to the "altar" with several boys, extending his claws towards the pig head meat.
He Niluo was stunned for a moment and jumped up and down in anger.
"You can't eat it. I haven't given away Master Ten Coins yet, so you're lying!"
But the children had long been impatient. When they saw someone taking the lead, they all swarmed up laughing and grabbing the food and wine offered to the gods.
He Niluo had no choice but to worry. He might not even be able to lick the plate anymore, so he pulled off the obstructive miter and joined in.
As for the Ten Money God.
The urchins who were eating, drinking and playing pushed the altar to its side, the statue fell over, and two eyeballs pointed out by pebbles rolled out. The dark eye sockets looked at the children who were laughing wildly.
No one cares.
I don’t know when, a faint mist quietly rose up in the field.
Qiantang is always foggy.
River fog rises in the morning, and sea fog comes in at dusk.
Not surprising.
The strange thing is that after a few sips of wine, the children gradually found that their eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water vapor, making it difficult to see distance or distance clearly.
It feels like you have stepped into a pond of cotton, and your feet always sink into the ground, making you unable to stand firmly.
There are also earthen walls, thatched roofs, companions, clouds and sun, incense candles and statues of gods. Everything in the sky and the earth begins to circle around itself. They sang or sighed, and chattered incomprehensible words.
And what's even stranger is.
Bowl after bowl of wine in the bucket was endless.
One plate after another of the pig head meat on the altar can never be eaten.
The fat boy suddenly laughed foolishly.
"I understand, Master Shiqian has appeared!"
The friends cheered together.
"Apparition!"
Ever since, I have opened up my appetite even more, drinking and eating meat from a big bowl.
Am I drunk?
He Niluo asked himself blankly.
No.
I didn't drink at all, so how could I get drunk?
So, are they all drunk?
No.
Doesn’t he know the quality of the wine? Not to mention it’s wine mixed with water, it’s simply water mixed with wine! How can you get drunk after eating something like this? !
But if you weren't drunk.
They were all crawling on the edge of the ditch, drinking sewage and eating mud, making sounds in their mouths, as if they were enjoying some fine wine or delicacies in the world.
"Huh? The loach didn't eat it."
The two usually friendly playmates raised their heads from the edge of the ditch.
"Come for a drink."
One scooped up a bowl of sewage, with moss and insect eggs floating in the water.
"Come and eat meat."
One of them grabbed a handful of black mud, and half of the earthworms struggled to escape between his fingers.
They said in unison.
"You're welcome, don't be shy."
They caught He Niliu and poured "wine and meat" into his mouth.
Until the sewage choked his throat and earthworms squirmed between his mouth and tongue, He Niluo finally woke up from the huge shock and stupor. He screamed and pushed his playmate away, cried, vomited, and rolled away.
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