I woke up, woke up from the dream. Why did I fall asleep again? Was it because the horoscope was too light and was disturbed by the soul? If the dream is true and I was disturbed by spiritual illusions, that means that Uncle Changge...
He quickly looked at the bedside table next to Uncle Changge. He saw that the heartbeat monitor had stopped beating, and a long straight electromagnetic line extended on the screen. Looking at Uncle Changge, he had left peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep. . It turned out that Uncle Changge had passed away while I was asleep, and he passed away painlessly.
My eyes were red, but I didn't cry. Tears were still rolling in my eyes. Because I feel sad for Uncle Changge. He had no filial son at his bedside for a long time, and even his son and daughter were not by his side when he died. Only me, who is not a relative, but is better than a relative, is there. A translucent human figure came lightly in front of me. It turned out to be the soul of Uncle Changge. He was smiling at me with his legs crossed. Under him, there is a human corpse with an oxygen tube inserted into the nostril and various pipelines attached to the body. This corpse has a sharp contrast.
Uncle Changge's death was not painful, it was considered a happy mourning, and it was something to be happy about anyway. This can be seen from Uncle Changge's bluish-white translucent soul. Before, Guigui and Xue Kaili's souls were both black. This is the difference between the eternal soul and the resentful soul. Therefore, from this point of view, Uncle Changge's soul is an unpolluted soul.
In this way, the death of Uncle Changge is still very good. This may be that good people are rewarded. Now, when I think about the ending of the master, it will be very bad. In the end, he will have to contribute his three souls and seven souls to seal the enemy's clone. Good people are rewarded, and they still have to be put in big quotation marks. In comparison, Uncle Changge is much happier. There is also a possibility that they are Taoist disciples and are destined to have this fate. Maybe, my four other brothers and I will end up similar to Silly Fu. Of course, I don't hope that will be the case. We still have to do our best to defeat the enemy and get a better result.
I am used to seeing those things and understand what it means. The soul is out of the body. Even if Hua Tuo is reincarnated, it will be in vain. Finally I can't hold it anymore. My nose is sore. My eyes can no longer store more tears. The tears flow down my eyelids. Cheeks slipped. However, there was still a trace of fantasy in my heart and I still cast a questioning look at him. Uncle Changge still had that kind face and nodded slowly to me, which meant that he had passed away, really. died.
Uncle Changge saw through my thoughts and noticed that I shed tears for him. He was very happy, but I complained for him and said: "Uncle, you were such a good person, but when you died, not a single family member was around." God is so cruel around us.”
But he didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruoxu, don't be sad. Although my biological son and daughter did not accompany me at the end of my life, I am already very happy to have you by my side. I am not in vain." I love you dearly, dearer than my biological son or daughter! Zhang Ruoxu, your baby's horoscope is too light. I was afraid that you would not live long, so I asked for the longevity lock for you, but ah, the longevity lock is not It is not an object that can always make you live longer, but it is also an object that disturbs you."
When I heard that the longevity lock could not make people live longer, I felt a drum in my heart. Does the longevity lock help people live longer? I was a little confused, but I still said firmly: "It's okay, uncle, I'm not afraid. My life must be very long. We don't rely on longevity." To say that I'm not afraid would be a lie. After all, Zhang Xiaoxian relies on longevity. Mingsuo has lived peacefully for more than nineteen years. As soon as Changshousuo left his body, he was taken away by ghosts. Isn't it a bit...
However, I'm afraid it only lasted for a moment. When I calmed down, I saw that Uncle Changge had a solution in his heart. He was also the one who asked for the longevity lock. The reason is also that his son was obsessed with ghosts when he was a child and almost died, but he was safe for more than 20 years relying on the longevity lock. That's why I feel sad for Uncle Changge. Why is my son so unfilial? If it weren't for the longevity lock that Uncle Changge asked for, he would have died long ago. Who knew that Uncle Changge's son would turn out to be a white-eyed wolf, and he couldn't help but be filled with sadness.
Uncle Changge said to me kindly and gently: "My child, don't be sad. Death is nothing to be afraid of. Moreover, it is a relief for me. I no longer have to suffer from illness and cause trouble to you." Don't be too sad. I'm so sick that I don't want to live for a long time. Living is uncomfortable, so death would be better. In addition, my head is confused every day, and I can't tell whether I am asleep or awake. This time I die , everything is relaxed, the illness is gone, and my mind is clear.”
"Also, don't resent your brother Zhuzi (Zhuzi is the nickname of Uncle Changge's son). He is a filial child, but he has no choice but to be filial. It's not that he doesn't want to be filial, it's that he can't be filial! Weird, Just blame the longevity lock, the longevity lock that saves life and takes life away." His words frightened me, especially the five words "saving life and taking life away", which kept repeating in my mind. Uncle Changge wanted to If his son survives, he can only let his child be misunderstood as being unfilial.
I was about to speak to him, but I let him take the lead and said: "Zhang Ruoxu, you should also pay attention to your longevity lock. It can save you or harm you. Well, yesterday I saw your old man lying on my bed The bed next to me has been watching me. He is waiting for me and wants to take me away. However, I am still a little reluctant to let go of your father and you. That is why I have been holding on and have not given up and followed your old master. , you are fine now, I see you are so healthy, I can leave with confidence."
It turns out that the white mist-shaped figure next to me last night was Uncle Changge’s father! Otherwise, he never left. It turned out that he was here to pick up his son and leave. Now I understood.
I wiped away my tears and tried my best to hold back: "Uncle, my dad will be here soon, why don't you wait for him! At least, let's see my dad one last time! Even if it's the last time, at least it's okay. Just one word and leave again.”
Uncle Changge shook his head, declined my kindness, and said: "Who doesn't want to live if they can, but, this is fate! As the saying goes, everything is fate and you have no control over it." Then. , he stretched out his withered ethereal hand and stroked my head like a child's head. Because he was an ethereal body, his ethereal hand passed through my head at once. I didn't feel anything, but But I really felt the uncle's care in my heart.
I looked at Uncle Changge again. He had already floated up. I could only look up at him. He continued with a smile on his face: "I am already a ghost, and I am not used to being so light. Besides, I have been working so hard for so long. My injured body can no longer withstand the torment, so I have to leave voluntarily without the King of Hell asking me. Zhang Ruoxu, goodbye!" Hearing that Uncle Changge was really leaving, the sadness in my heart was even more indescribable, and I stopped. Soon the tears welled up again.
"A man should not shed tears easily. My death is meaningful. My death can give you Brother Zhuzhu's life, so I left willingly. Zhang Ruoxu, let's not cry. Listen to the uncle and be a man in the future. Don't cry anymore, marry a wife and live a life that others can envy. Tell your father again, live a good life, I will watch him from below." Uncle Changge's soul said with a smile, people say that ghosts are the worst. Scary, but the soul of the charitable Uncle Changge is not only not scary, but also somewhat endearing.
As he spoke, Uncle Changge's translucent body gradually faded away. I knew that this situation meant that his soul was about to leave. After all, this world no longer belonged to him, and he was going to a world of the dead. I reflexively wanted to catch him, but I grabbed a handful of air. The solid and intangible bodies cannot touch... Only then did I remember that I forgot to ask him where the long life lock was! He quickly asked: "Uncle, where is your longevity lock?"
There was no answer. I still asked too late. Uncle Changge had already left...
It's already five o'clock in the morning, and Uncle Changge's death time happened to be exactly five o'clock in the morning today. As he said, he couldn't wait to see my father again. After all, humans are flesh and blood and will eventually be defeated in the face of disease. I just felt that my head was heavy and dizzy. Could it be that I was dreaming again? When I woke up, I was lying on the end of the bed. Uncle Changge was still lying on the hospital bed. His body was already bright, and the chest rising and falling movements of normal people were gone.
I touched his body again and found that it had cooled down. His soul had been out of the body for so long, so he must be dead. However, I had been immersed in the scene of the death of my loved one and was unwilling to wake up.
My original life plan was to follow my master, so family ties were not in place. It can be said to be an inexplicable lack, but just in time, I made up for it on this line of life. Although there is no shortage of family affection and love, there is no lack of pain at all. That is the death of a loved one, which is also quite sad for me. You know, I am a person that my grandpa does not love and my grandma does not love. My pair of yin and yang eyes can be said to be my honor and talent, or it can be said to be my disaster and disaster.
However, the facts still need to be respected. Whether Uncle Changge is dead or not, he should be faced formally.
I quickly ran to the nurse's station and called the doctors to come and rescue me. I watched quietly. Although I still hoped that the medical workers could save Uncle Changge again, all this was a luxury hope. He really If he leaves, he cannot be rescued. I tried to recall and sort out the conversation I had with Uncle Changge in my dream. I knew that it was definitely more than just a few unintentional words in the dream. At least, the number '24' is very important, really important.
Fortunately, Uncle Changge was still rescuing him when I came, so I saw him for the last time, and he also had one of his own by his side. By the time my father and my mother arrived, it was already past seven in the morning. At this time, Uncle Changge's body had already been sent home in a hearse arranged by the hospital.
As for where to send it, of course it should be sent to my hometown. People in the village especially think it is important for fallen leaves to return to their roots. Uncle Changge is dead, the boss is away, and his son is away, so he can only take charge of it. Thinking of this, I really feel that Uncle Changge is so pitiful.
According to the custom in our hometown, if a person dies outside instead of at home, he cannot enter the house. So, my parents and I went back to our hometown and set up a shed on the dam outside Uncle Changge’s house. Such a simple mourning hall was built. When I looked at my mother, she was already in tears and couldn’t help it. Funeral arrangements are being made outside.
Although our country has been promoting cremation across the country for decades, our backward rural areas with high mountains and distant emperors have not been affected by cremation. Even if there is a cremation funeral parlor in the county, it still does not affect our village. People bury their dead. After all, there are very few people in our village, and there are many mountains and lowlands. The mountains and plains are filled with hardened wasteland. In addition, the poor mountains and rivers are full of unruly people. The civil affairs department does not dare to take care of our village, so they just turn a blind eye. Eyes, I should not know. My family and several of Uncle Changge’s relatives together decided to bury him.
When it comes to funeral customs, backward villages are much more complicated and cumbersome than prosperous cities. When Zhang Xiaoxian died, his body was brought back to a memorial hall in the town, where it was laid out for three days and three nights for relatives and friends to pay their respects to the deceased. Afterwards, he was taken directly to the funeral parlor in our county and cremated. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoxian and her family had already moved away from their hometown. If they had done this in the village, they would have been scolded by the people in the same village.
Because Uncle Changge died of illness in the county hospital. If he died in his hometown, then before his death, he should buy a shroud and decorate the mourning hall. I don't understand these things. I can only listen to the arrangements of the older generation in the village. If I'm in a city, I just notify the funeral parlor to deliver the funeral and buy some funeral supplies, nothing else.
As for the simple things in rural areas, it is very particular. When a person is about to die or has just died, he should be put into a shroud quickly. Then, all the doors and windows should be opened. According to the old family members, all the frustration and bad luck of the deceased should be let go. Several close relatives of the deceased have to hold mourning sticks and squat outside the door to call the name of the deceased, followed by "Come back, come back quickly..." This is the most important part of the funeral in our village, "Calling." soul".
Whether a person dies at home or outside, the funeral arrangements are also different. If the death occurred at home, then the body should be laid out in the hall of the house for seven days and seven nights before the funeral can be arranged; but if the death occurred outside the home, then the funeral would need to be arranged outside the house, that is, in the large courtyard. Wait seven days and seven nights before the funeral can be held.
During the wake for the deceased, a thick white candle is lit on the table. This is not an ordinary candle, it is very durable! As long as it is not extinguished, there is no problem at all if it burns for seven days and seven nights. People say that this is an ever-burning lamp. It cannot be extinguished until the first seven days of the deceased arrive. If it is extinguished, the soul of the deceased will not be able to return home, or it will go to the underworld. The world is bullied. During these seven days, we have to buy some paper things for the deceased and burn them for him. Many things are burned, including clothes, villas, cars, and paper figures, all for the deceased to use down there.
The most important thing about funeral paper products is the golden boy and jade girl. The golden boy and jade girl in Chinese funerals are of great significance. What they do is to guide the soul of the deceased. This is the meaning of the golden boy leading the way to the west. There is also a saying that the golden boy is asked to be obedient and the jade girl is asked to agree, in order to provide the person after death with a pair of male and female servants to serve him in the underworld.
There is a lot of knowledge about funerals. To put it bluntly, funerals are a civilized form of processing the remains of the deceased.
More than a million years ago, our ancestors worked, lived, and multiplied on the vast and fertile land of the motherland. After a long period of time, people's life activities expanded, and the primitive groups were gradually replaced by a fixed living collective, and emerged The social organization of the clan commune. Within the commune, there is no phenomenon of one person exploiting another or one oppressing another, there is no inequality between rich and poor, and the status of every member is equal. This is reflected in the extremely simple funeral issues. For example, after a member dies, the descendants cannot bear to see the body of the deceased rotting, so they cover it with firewood and bury it in the wild without digging a grave or using any etiquette. As society progresses, people adopt burial.
During China's primitive society, religious superstition and the concept of the immortal soul gradually emerged. In the past, there was no custom of burying relatives after death. Since the concept of the immortal soul came into being, there has been the custom of burying relatives. Du's "Tongdian" of the Tang Dynasty said that the ominous rituals in the ancient times stipulated that "those buried in ancient times should be buried in thick clothes and buried in the middle of the field with firewood, without seals or trees. There will be countless mourning periods, and the saints of later generations will change the coffin and coffin." Among the tombstones at the Banpo site, most of the dead were buried with their heads facing west, indicating that their souls were placed in the west. This kind of religious belief and the concept of worshiping ancestors originated in the matrilineal clans of our country. During the period of slave society, the practice of extravagant burials and superstitious activities became even more prevalent. In order to use religious superstition to maintain their rule, the slave-owning class vigorously promoted the custom of murderous rituals, and even killed slaves as sacrifices and buried them as burial objects. During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the burial system of "the noble and the humble should have their own etiquette and the superior and the inferior should be equal" was established. When the emperor, princes, officials, scholars, and general slave owners died, everything from the time, ceremony, coffin, and burial objects were included in the coffin and funeral offerings. Class distinctions were made, while slaves were simply "entrusted" or buried alive as sacrificial objects. For example, the large tomb found in the northwest hillside of ancient Houjiazhuang had a tomb covering an area of more than 300 square meters and a depth of 12 meters. There were weapons buried in the tomb. slave and dog. The coffin chamber is decorated with carved patterns and filled with precious clothing and artifacts. On the top of the coffin are the slaves holding the weapons and ceremonial guards of the Shang king, male and female attendants, children, and animals such as dogs and monkeys for play. A large tomb like this usually involves killing and sacrificing three to four hundred people. This kind of extravagant, wasteful and cruel killing and burial is really outrageous.
Funeral customs have followed the development of the times, and now they are very different from those in ancient times. First of all, the burial custom of the feudal dynasty is doomed; secondly, the tradition of keeping mourning for a hundred days or even several years is gone. These are the follow-up and progress of the times. If there are any loopholes and shortcomings in funerals, it can only be said about the huge profits in this industry. However, fortunately, there is no such situation in remote and backward villages, especially in our village, because of one word - poverty.
From the time when the deceased dies to the time when the deceased is buried, the children of the family are strictly prohibited from crying. Only when the head paper is burned can they cry freely. At the same time, paper horses and paper carts are burned in front of the gate in the direction of the burial. It means that the deceased is sent on the road and moved to the cemetery. Then, according to the principle of men on the left and women on the right, soul flags are hung in front of the courtyard gate to indicate that there is a funeral in that family.
It is not until the night before the funeral that the deceased can seal the coffin, and then the close relatives of the deceased can knock the nails into the coffin. During the funeral, filial sons and grandsons need to be arranged in the order of photos, spiritual tablets, and mourning sticks. The whole process is accompanied by Taoist priests chanting sutras. As for why the Taoist priests came to interfere, it is because several villages around our village The older generation all believe in Taoism.
Wait until the third day, seventh day, fourteenth day, twenty-first day, twenty-eighth day, thirty-fifth day, forty-second day, forty-ninth day after the funeral is completed, that is, The first seven days of worship are considered to be completed after seven days after the death of the deceased. If you want to worship in the future, you only need to worship according to the anniversary.
This set is very troublesome, but even this is a funeral custom that simplifies many procedures. However, no matter how streamlined it is, the main procedures cannot be simplified. For example, in the first seven days, paper burning, mourning, greetings and farewells, paper burning and farewell, and soul calling are all main procedures and cannot be simplified. In my opinion, it is useless to invite those Taoist priests to come over and recite some scriptures that they do not understand. Since Taoism is natural and people have souls, that is how it is. The most Taoist priests can do is have a conversation with them.
Fortunately, Uncle Changge had made preparations for his death long ago. Otherwise, he would have died so suddenly and there would be no time to order a coffin. Even if it was ordered, there would definitely be no time to make it within seven days, which would delay the funeral. He's been laid to rest!
My family and I, as well as several relatives from Uncle Changge's family, were busy working together. Finally, we finished it and waited for people to come and pay homage to the deceased. Poor, our village is so poor, the younger people have all left, and the few remaining people come to express their condolences. The main reason is that Uncle Changge’s own children have no origin, and it seems even more deserted. I dare say, if it weren’t for We took care of it, but his yard was really deserted. It was as deserted as it wanted to be.
I originally wanted to hold a simple funeral, but a strange thing happened the night before the funeral...
It has been the sixth day since Uncle Changge passed away. As long as we watch tonight, the funeral can be held tomorrow morning. After being tortured for six days in a row, everyone in the family was tired. No one could stand it. Now that I think back to Uncle Changge's state before he left, and his body that had been tortured by illness before, it is a good thing that he can leave quietly without suffering. It is a joy and sorrow. However, Uncle Changge has a very strange temper and likes to be quiet and does not like to move, so the family does not send too many white posts to the outside world. Although it would be redundant to post too many, but hey, the cutscenes and formalities should be left. Gotta go.
The main reason is that his relative Zhang Ruoxu is not here, so we only notified some relatives and related village households in the village. Another reason is that our village is too remote, and those who come will only be greeted by a courtesy, and they will stay for one night at most. The night then left, and it would not be easy for anyone to come. It was now day six, and apart from a few of our closest friends and family, there was no one else.
According to local zombie customs, a funeral will be held for the deceased early tomorrow morning. In the past few days, my parents and a few helpers in the village had been busy inside and outside, and they didn't even sleep a whole night, so it was very difficult. I feel sorry for them. In particular, my father and my mother are not very stable when walking, and sometimes they have to be called several times before they respond. So he took the initiative to take on the task of keeping vigil, and kept vigil for Uncle Changge alone.
At first, my parents disagreed, especially my mother who was very worried about me, saying that I no longer have the longevity lock with me, my horoscope is still so light, and I can see some weird things with my eyes, so I don’t trust me to watch the night alone. But I still insisted on keeping vigil alone, and solemnly promised that nothing would happen. After all, I was an adult and should be able to stir up trouble.
My mother has always been an inattentive and easy-to-negotiate person, but on this matter, she disagrees with her life and death. Not to mention that the vigil is too much, and I like to dream. I can only promise that I can just keep my eyes open at night and not fall asleep, but my mother disagrees. She also said that I am a sleepy person, and I always fell asleep halfway through staying up late that time. Finally, my father came up with an idea. He and my mother would watch the first half of the night, and I would watch the second half of the night. My mother reluctantly agreed and told me to go to bed quickly, get enough sleep, and then get up to take over. That's it. It's not very tiring to move around, but if it's all about hard work, I can't afford it.
Soon it was late at night, it was already past twelve o'clock. As soon as the alarm rang, I got up and went to look at my father and mother. Looking at them, my eyes narrowed into a thin line and were about to close. . I knew they couldn't stand it any longer and were so sleepy that they couldn't bear it, so I woke them up and urged them to go back and rest.
Also keeping vigil with them was a childhood playmate of mine, who was the same age as me, named Danzi. Uncle Changge liked him in addition to me. But Danzi has a stubborn temper, saying that he usually doesn't come to visit Uncle Changge often, and he doesn't show filial piety to him. Now he will stand on the last duty of the uncle no matter what, even if he beats him to death. I know that he is a person who accepts death and has a stubborn temper. Besides, I also want someone to chat with me so that the night will not be so boring and unbearable, so I let him stay vigil with me.
Danzi brought over two wicker chairs, and each of us sat on one to watch Uncle Changge's wake. We gathered around a charcoal stove and boiled water and drank tea while chatting. Drinking tea was just to refresh ourselves and not to make us unable to fall asleep. With. However, Danzi, who was also sleepy, sat and snored while chatting with me. When I looked at the watch, it was just after three o'clock. I knew that it was difficult to wake him up after falling asleep. It was said that he was sleeping like a dead pig. it's him.
It’s just that Danzi’s temper is very weird. If he finds himself falling asleep during the wake, he will definitely beat his sleepiness by stabbing his buttocks with his head. Don’t ask why he is so cruel to me, because I know him too well. ! But he was sleeping outdoors with his arms open like this, and I was afraid that he would catch a cold, so I just went back inside and found a coat to cover him.
The moment I took the clothes out of the back room to cover him, the incandescent light bulb temporarily hung in the mourning hall suddenly turned dark. If it hadn't been for the everlasting lamp in front of Uncle Changge's funeral, it would have been dark. It was so dark that I couldn't even see my fingers. How could a good light suddenly go out? It's late at night, how can I change the light bulb?
In this backward mountain village, it is pure darkness at night. If there is any light, it is at most the light of the moon above our heads. If the moon is not sentimental, it will be a black eye. This is why I don’t like the nights in my hometown. At least, every street in the city, no matter how big or small, is illuminated by street lights. Even late at night, the streets are not dark but brightly lit. Even the corners of the road have light for you.
But on the last night of the wake, the lighting protested, and now we could only rely on the little light provided by the ever-burning lamp in front of the funeral, but that little bit of light was only slightly better than no light at all. Helpless, I could only rely on this small amount of light to keep the lights on until dawn. Reluctantly, I cursed secretly: "A broken light bulb has never broken if it has already been played, but it broke at the worst time when it should have broken. It delayed things! Hmph, This off-brand light bulb is a heartless product, I’ll wipe it!”
It wouldn't work just like this. If someone comes or something, how can such a small amount of light be enough? So, I stood up again and prepared to go back to the house to get a flashlight to illuminate it. I also looked for any spare lights by the way. , even if you can’t find it, it’s good to find one or two candles to add a light source!
When I turned around and was about to walk into the house, a cool breeze rushed into my neck. The sudden cool breeze made me shiver. "Why is this little wind so cold? It's going straight into my neck!" I cursed in my heart. Suddenly, I felt an ominous premonition. Then I turned around and looked around. What's the atmosphere like in this mourning hall? strange? Suddenly, the ever-burning lantern dimmed suddenly. It was the dark wind that almost blew out the ever-lasting lantern.
No, the ever-bright lamp cannot be extinguished. At this time, the scene in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in which Zhuge Liang borrowed the flag-flashing technique to extend his life appeared in my mind. If Wei Yan hadn't come in carelessly, the ever-bright lamp, which was related to Wu Hou's life and death, would not have been lit. Destroy!
Although it is said that movies and TV dramas greatly exaggerate in pursuit of effect, it would be very unlucky if Uncle Changge's ever-burning lantern goes out. I said to myself: "I can't let the wind blow out the ever-burning lantern. I have to protect the lamp from the wind." So I quickly stepped forward, bent down, spread my arms, and carefully protected the ever-bright lantern. I couldn't let the small wind blow it out anymore. Blow in, affecting the burning of the white candle.
Look at why the flame of the ever-burning lamp is so small. It turns out that the liquid wax under the flame is almost full, almost drowning the flame. He quickly took out the folding knife hanging from his waist, opened a small opening next to the candle, and let the liquid wax flow out. Now, the flames burned brightly. I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I opened the mouth in time. Otherwise, if the wind blew again, the light would have gone out. I just straightened up and was about to leave, but something happened suddenly, and I felt a chill down my spine. Cold sweat broke out. After washing my face, I felt something behind me... was it a person? Or those things that are not human?
If it's a person, who is he? It's Danzi, no, he's still sleeping. What I hear at this moment is Danzi's even snoring sound. He snores like thunder when he inhales and exhales smoothly when he exhales. Could it be my father or mother? No, there is an entrance and exit to the funeral hall next to the coffin. Although it is dark now, you can still see the courtyard door and the house door. From the moment I went in to get clothes to now, these two No one came in or out except me. Even if someone came out, I would definitely hear movement in this silent night.
What's that behind me? Is it evil? I haven't seen it either. Anyway, it's not something that saves fuel.
I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to think about it any more, because I heard people from the older generation say that the deceased will come back on the night of the seventh day after death because they miss the things and people in the world. Therefore, after death, The seventh day of the lunar month is also called the "Night of Resurrection". There is also a saying that people who have just died cannot go directly to reincarnation. They have to review the path of their lives. If they go back home on the last night and take a look, they will leave with the seducers of hell.
I have arranged tributes for the deceased and the messenger from the underworld who escorted him, waiting for them to enjoy them. Except for me, the night watchman, everyone else is sleeping. There can't be too many night watchmen, three at most. If you leave too much, the strong yang energy will make the deceased and the yin difference feel uncomfortable; if you leave too little, it will cause collision with the night watchman, which will have an impact on his fortune, which is commonly known as bad luck.
Now, I am the only one who is awake, and everyone else is sleeping. I am already very light in my horoscope. Could it be that this is the time when I accidentally brought Uncle Changge’s soul home? I feel so uncomfortable. Is it because I have offended them or because their negative energy has hit me and affected my fortune. Don't lower my luck any more. I've already got enough. If it drops further, my luck index will become negative...
"Zhang Ruoxu...Zhang Ruoxu..." After a faint and gentle call, I was excited. This voice was calling me. Has Uncle Changge returned to his soul? Forget it, why don’t you go back and take a look before talking about it?
Unexpectedly, before I could turn my head, my head was held down from above, and Tianling Gai was squeezed tightly, causing me pain, as if a pair of invisible hands were trying to hold my head with its huge grip. It's like pinching to burst. Then, I inhaled an unknown gas. The gas was moist and cloudy. It entered my body directly from the mouth and nasal cavity. It felt like my whole internal organs were about to freeze. It was a kind of gas that went from the inside out. The coldness, and then I was lifted and slipped aside.
Then there was a thin and sharp voice: "What an unreasonable young man, don't you understand the taboo rules of the first seven? Don't you want the deceased to return home and take another look? You are also disrespectful to the ancestors and should be beaten."
I could tell that the voice was not human, but probably that of dirty things. It might be the voice of the underworld. As for whether it was him who pushed me aside, I didn't know. I thought to myself, "Are all ghosts so unreasonable? Why don't you talk to me first if you have something to do? If you insist on taking action, let me do it."
Now, it feels like my body is freezing from the inside, why? I have to look back and see what that Yin difference looks like? Just when I was about to turn my head and look straight, I was suddenly slapped with a big dick, which made my ears buzz and my head was confused. Not only that, I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I was thrown away by a vicious dog and fell so hard that I almost couldn't get up.
Enduring the severe pain, I forced myself to stand up, but as soon as I was halfway up, I was stuffed with a mouthful of hot dry powder, which spread all over my face, and even a lot on my upper body, even for me. His eyes, which could see filth, were also fascinated. This stuff was really choking, and it made me cough constantly. I am still confused now. However, just now I felt that my internal organs were cold and had a tendency to freeze, but now everything is back to normal, and I even have a slight heartburn.
Then there was a sound of jingling bells, and I cursed: "Damn it, it's not Christmas yet, why do you jingle bells for me?" Since I couldn't see clearly, I could only fumble and sit down. On the ground, I was like a blind man, groping for something in the dark. At this time, let alone my eyes for recognizing treasures, I was simply blind.
Another voice came into my ears. This voice seemed familiar, but it was not the person who stayed with me at night.
"When the dead return to their souls to visit their relatives, strangers are not allowed to enter. The relatives have returned! You bastard, don't you know that you have committed a big taboo? The first seven nights of the soul return are when the ghosts arrest the souls of the deceased and go home to visit. The lamp is always on. The flickering light means that they have arrived. Do you think you have a long life if you block the road and still tease the everlasting light? If something goes wrong and angers the underworld boss, let’s not say whether you have a life or not. Three Souls It’s enough for you to endure even one and a half souls from seven souls.”
"Who the hell are you? What does it have to do with you?" I was about to sit up after cursing, but someone stepped on me and threw me to the ground. I ate a big mouthful of dirt. I became even more angry and was about to get up. He cursed, but he couldn't curse. Because, I often eat a big mouthful of dirt, and I can only squat on the ground and beat my chest and cough. When I open my eyes, not to mention that I can't see ghosts and ghosts, even the person who just invited me to eat ashes and eat dirt, I can't even find it. Who is it that pranked me like this?
Just when I was feeling annoyed, I heard the sound of clattering footsteps coming from the doorway of the house. Are my parents awake? Especially my mother, she is a very light sleeper and cannot fall asleep at the slightest noise. She must have been shocked by the huge noise just made.
I was about to rub my eyes with my hands to remove the dirt in my eyes, but I was helped up by a pair of big hands. The person holding me up asked: "Zhang Ruoxu, why are you rolling on the ground? Are you sleepwalking?" "
It turned out to be an egg. I thought it was my mother, so I smiled and said in a low voice, "I'm fine. I accidentally dropped it and ate some dirt, so it got all dirty."
"Look at your face, it's really dirty. Just wait, I'll wash you a towel and wipe it off."
After saying that, he went back to the house.
