Watching Chen Xiaoyi dance in front of the coffin with a peachwood sword, Sun Dasheng held the banner and was secretly amused. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just the day before yesterday, Sun Dasheng and Chen Xiaoyi returned to Xingshi, and before the two of them could settle down, the noodle shop received a business - to do a ritual for the deceased.

This was originally the external business of the noodle shop, and it was his acquaintance who came to invite Chen Xiaoyi, Chen Xiaoyi couldn't hold back his feelings, so he had to accept the business, and then he dragged Sun Dasheng to this small mountain village in Xiangxi.

The filial son and grandson knelt in the grass shed and cried, the family looked sad and sad, the suona team invited by the village blew intermittently, and a grandmother chanted words outside the spirit shed, and then raised her right hand, and a dozen paper money was thrown into the sky.

Although this ritual was lively, Sun Dasheng felt weird and weird. The people kneeling in front of the mourning hall only thundered and did not rain, and the villagers gathered outside the mourning hall stared coldly at those filial sons and grandsons, and the muttering of some people reached Sun Dasheng's ears.

"Pretend, it's better to let these two brothers be killed by thunder! The old man really died a miserable death. ”

"These two bastards, the old cadres worked hard to pull them up and let them start a family. When people get old, they ignore no one. Now that people are dead, what's the use of crying louder? ”

"I didn't even want to do a ceremony for the elderly. Do you know that the money for this ritual was still advanced by the village chief's son, and these two bastards will definitely be punished. ”……

There was a lot of discussion outside, and most of the words were sympathy for the old man and disgust for his two sons.

Sun Dasheng sighed secretly in his heart: Modern society seems to have less strict requirements for ethics and morality than before!

Mr. Feng Shui, or Mr. Yin and Yang, although it is Chen Xiaoyi's identity to hide from the outside world, it is obvious that he is very well prepared, and Chen Xiaoyi's set of gods jumping out is really decent.

After tossing for an hour, Chen Xiaoyi "cast a spell" to close the altar, so this set of rituals was completed.

After completing the ceremony, the family invited Chen Xiaoyi and Sun Dasheng to the back hall to drink, and then handed over two shriveled packets.

Chen Xiaoyi prevaricated, and then the two said goodbye and left.

Chen Xiaoyi's off-road vehicle was driving on the mountain road, and Sun Dasheng couldn't help but sigh a little:

"Xiao Yi, why do I think that in this society, the power of money seems to be getting bigger and bigger?"

Chen Xiaoyi smiled:

"Great Sage, you just adapt to it, everyone is already poor. You're talking about the old cadre's family, right? I've also heard that his two sons are bastards.

Although it is said that this village is deep in the mountains and every family is poor, the old cadre still tries to let the two boys start a family, but you may not know that the old cadre was starved to death, and he starved to death under the bamboo building of his eldest son. ”

Sun Dasheng sighed and said, "If this kind of thing happens to us, such a person will be immersed in a pig cage." ”

"Where are you? Where are you? Little grandson, you haven't told me where your hometown is? ”

"I have amnesia, I can't remember."

"Just pretend!"

Chen Xiaoyi looked disdainful. The off-road vehicle tossed the stone road, Chen Xiaoyi's head hit the roof of the car, he screamed in pain, and then looked at the cliff on the side of the road.

"This village is really poor, why don't they move out?"

Sun Dasheng looked at the scenery outside and didn't make a sound, the mountains here, the water here, and the villages here, Sun Dasheng felt very "familiar", how could the Tang Dynasty 1,500 years ago not be like this? But the people at that time were more simple.

After a while, Chen Xiaoyi suddenly asked:

"Great Sage, I remember you said that the black cat is the messenger of death, and it can see through the Three Realms and seduce the souls of the dead—is it true?"

Sun Dasheng replied lazily: "Of course." So when a person dies, don't let the black cat pass by the corpse, otherwise something will happen. ”

……

The night is so quiet that the "cooing" sound of the owl can be heard, so quiet that even the grass sprouts can wake people up.

With a soft sound, the owl on the crooked neck tree by the grass shed swept past the mourning hall, startling the boss who was placing a brazier outside the mourning hall.

"It's really a toss, I'll bury him tomorrow."

The boss muttered, and he moved the brazier in the mourning hall to the outside of the wooden shed, and the boss said something in his mouth:

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, you always take this 'money' and go down early, bless you to be reincarnated as soon as possible."

At this time, a terrible cat meow suddenly came from the mountains and forests in the distance, and the boss was so frightened that his hands trembled, and with a "dang" sound, the brazier in his hand smashed to the ground at once.

The sound of smashing the brazier alarmed the birds in the forest, and with a "bang", a flock of frightened night birds flew into the night sky, and they blocked the bright moonlight like dark clouds. The ground in front of the mourning hall immediately became dark.

Hearing this, the lights of the nearby village houses lit up, and those lights shook like ghost fires, and the boss felt like he was being stared at by something in the shadows, and he couldn't help but be smart.

"Strange and strange, strange and ......"

The boss was frightened, and he saw the shadow he had left on the ground, the shadow with teeth and claws, and it looked like a demon and a monster.

At this moment, a gust of yin wind blew inexplicably, and the yin wind rolled up the scattered paper ash, and the paper ash fluttered into the sky, and the unburned confetti flashed with a little red light, and then those red lights disappeared in the night sky.

"Meow!"

Another meow came from meow, much closer than before. The nearby captive animals seemed to be frightened, and they screamed a few times in uneasiness, and then slammed into the old fence, and the sound of "boom, boom" could be heard far away in the night sky.

"Dad, just go down quickly!"

The boss turned pale with fright, and he threw away the brazier and fled back to the mourning hall. After entering the mourning hall, the eldest remembered that his father's body was actually placed on top of the mourning hall, so he ran to the coffin again and again.

The wife who accompanied the wake was awakened by the boss, and the wife yawned and complained to the boss dissatisfiedly, seeing that the boss had a serious expression, so the wife followed him to the front of the coffin.

The candlelight in the mourning hall flickered, and the dim light dangled on the old man's dry face, and the face covered with old age spots seemed to be about to float.

"Meow!"

Another cat meow, cold and sharp as if it was about to pierce the heart. The boss was frightened by the cat's meow, he turned his head to look back, and with the moonlight on his back, the boss clearly saw a black cat squatting on the threshold of the mourning hall.

I saw that this black cat was completely dark, and its body was completely integrated into the night. If it weren't for the black cat's two green eyes sparkling in the night, the boss wouldn't even be able to detect the black cat's existence.

"Don't stop the incense, don't extinguish the incense candles, don't let the creatures scratch the old man's body, especially don't let the black cat pass over the body......"

The words that the mage had said during the day echoed in the boss's mind, and his face suddenly changed.

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