"Born at 6 pm on June 19, 1987." The girl rubbed her chin and thought for a while, then continued, "The last place she was seen was...in the old cigarette factory, wearing a blue dress."
I nodded, memorized everything, and simply prepared the things I needed for fortune telling. I immediately helped her start counting.
There are many ways to tell fortunes, among which the I Ching is used more often.
What the girl in front of her had to calculate was not difficult, the only difficulty was accuracy.
It was also my first time to help someone calculate the location of their friends. After spending four or five minutes, I got the result, but the result was somewhat unsatisfactory...
The hexagrams on the table showed that there was no such person.
I was silent for a few seconds and looked at the girl in front of me seriously, "If you are here to tease me, I think you are in the wrong place."
"What do you mean?" The girl frowned.
I slowly leaned back on the chair and said calmly, "The hexagram shows that this person does not exist at all. You do not have this friend at all."
"You must be sick." The girl slammed the fruit in her hand on the table with a cold face, picked up her bag and left, "I have known her for seven or eight years. If she didn't have this person, why would I waste my time coming to you? "
After the words fell, the girl left quickly.
I paused, lost in thought.
From the look on her face, it seemed that she was not lying, but my hexagram did show that there was no such person!
I recalculated with some doubts, but...the hexagram this time was still the same as before.
Strange...could something go wrong?
Just when I couldn't figure out what was going on, I saw Jiang Li calling.
I hesitated for a moment and then answered the call directly, "Hello?"
But Jiang Li's voice didn't appear on the other end of the phone as I imagined.
It was very quiet on the phone, not even a little noise.
I even suspected that the call had been hung up.
But when I picked it up and looked at it, it still showed that the call was in progress, "Hello? Jiang Li, can you hear me?"
At this time, a burst of electricity suddenly came from the phone.
"What's going on..." I muttered in confusion, raising my hand as if to hang up the phone, but at this moment, Jiang Li's weak voice came from the phone, "Help... help I!"
After he finished speaking, the phone showed that the call was abnormal and had been hung up!
I stared at my phone blankly, wondering what was going on.
Could it be that something happened to Jiang Li?
But wasn't there a funeral being held at her home? She was surrounded by neighbors. What could happen?
An ominous premonition crept into my mind. After thinking for a long time, I decided to go and have a look and ask her about her grandmother's affairs.
If she died before then, her grandmother's affairs would become a mystery.
I quickly took my things and rushed towards Jiang Li's urban village.
But when I arrived next to Jiang Li's house, I saw that the door, which was still bustling in the morning, was actually very deserted now!
There were only a few uncles and aunties sitting around chatting.
The ominous premonition in my heart became stronger and stronger. Without any hesitation, I walked towards the uncle at the door, handed me a cigarette and said, "Uncle, isn't this family having a funeral? Why are there not many people left now?"
"They, go up the mountain." The uncle took the cigarette, lit it and took two puffs.
I paused for a moment, not understanding the meaning of these words, "Going up the mountain?"
"Yes, they all went up the mountain to be buried just now." The uncle explained cheerfully.
My heart sank, and after asking about the burial location, I hurried over.
Although Jiang Li's grandma had been dead for many days, the funeral had only been officially held for a few days, and the burial had actually begun!
According to the rules, the corpse must be mortued at home for five or six days to allow relatives and friends to pay their condolences before the official burial begins.
The ritual ceremony held by Mr. Yin Yang was actually buried so early?
There must be something fishy about this!
I took a taxi and quickly came to the barren hill where he was buried.
Fortunately, it's not too difficult here, and we'll be there in seven or eight minutes.
As soon as I arrived at the bottom of the mountain, I saw cars parked around me. I was delighted that I had found the right place. These were all relatives and friends who had come together for the burial.
I quickly ran towards the mountain, but before I could get very far, I immediately noticed something strange.
The feng shui around this barren mountain is very poor. The feng shui veins are cut off by mountain peaks or dense forests. There is no place suitable for burial!
If you bury the old man in a place like this, you will probably have no descendants for the rest of your life!
"Mr. Yin-Yang, you are so stupid, aren't you hurting people!" I cursed in my heart, quickly accelerated my pace and continued towards the mountains.
With the development of society in those years, all kinds of liars have emerged, among which we are the most numerous. People like them who don’t even know the basics have caused great harm to many families just by relying on their words. clear.
Burial matters are related to the future of a family. If it is not done well and the deceased is offended, it will be over.
As I walked, I suddenly noticed something was wrong. The further I walked, the mountains became denser and denser, and there was a faint hint of strange yin in the forest.
If it weren't for some freshly left garbage on the path, I would even suspect that no one had been here at all.
At this moment, I suddenly heard a "bang bang bang!" sound of gongs and drums coming from not far ahead.
I was overjoyed that the secret channel had finally arrived. As long as I persuaded them to go back and find a new Feng Shui place to bury them, the outcome could be changed.
But something even weirder happened at this time.
I dragged my sore body over a mountain peak and looked ahead. I happened to see hundreds of people standing in a depression not far away. Some of them were holding soul-calling flags, and some were holding various banners. The paper planter and the white goods looked like they were about to be buried. The only strange thing was that everyone was there except the most important one, Jiang Li!
Jiang Li's grandma was buried, and it was impossible for her granddaughter not to be present.
I hesitated for a moment and did not go over immediately. I quietly hid behind a tree and watched their movements.
Right in front of the crowd were two people wearing Taoist robes. One old and one young looked like masters and disciples. The old one was holding a mahogany sword and was muttering something unknown, while the younger one was holding a bowl of rice. , twist it with your hands and scatter it everywhere.
The more I read, the more strange I became. What kind of burial custom is this?
I just came to Kuncheng and I don't know the customs of this place. I don't dare to make a conclusion for the moment, so I can only watch it honestly.
But at this moment, the middle-aged Taoist priest in front pulled a rooster, broke its neck violently, and sprinkled the blood on the black coffin. At the same time, he used the chicken's neck to sit on the pen and drew some strange symbols on the coffin. arts.......
My heart skipped a beat, and my back suddenly felt chilly.
This middle-aged Taoist priest is not holding a burial at all, but more like... offering a sacrifice!
