Chapter 112: The Third Grandfather's Chronicles: The Female Ghost in Red (10)
Soon, my third grandfather came to the house of Gou Yu and Gou Dan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe four bamboo poles on the fence of their house have not been removed, and the white cloth strips are flying in the wind, which can be regarded as a bit of a lively element in this extremely dull atmosphere.
At the funeral, no one wore linen and filial piety, only a lame man with half of his right leg cut off wearing a white strip of cloth on his arm and burning paper in a brazier.
In front of the brazier was a simple table, on which a fragrance and two candles were lit.
Behind the table, there are two door panels horizontally, and Li Cuihua's mother and son are lying upright on the door panels, indescribably desolate.
At the whole funeral, my third grandfather was a child, so it seemed a little different.
My third grandfather secretly glanced at Li Cuihua and found that her face was covered with a stack of yellow paper, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but my third grandfather clearly saw Li Cuihua's chin, revealing half of her tongue, which had become a little bruised at this time.
I heard that people who are generally hanged have longer tongues, and it seems that this thing is true.
However, what my third grandfather cares about the most is that Li Cuihua is wearing a red wedding dress, which is so red that it is like blood.
As soon as Master arrived, someone in the crowd immediately recognized Master and greeted Master respectfully, and Master responded politely one by one.
The master just glanced at Li Cuihua, snorted lightly, and then walked up to the lame man and said a few words to him.
Subsequently, my third grandfather saw that the master took out more than 100 yuan from his triangular pocket and handed it to the lame man, as if he was asking him to buy some things, but don't underestimate the 100 yuan at that time, it was enough for a rural family to buy vegetables for a month.
The lame man took the money and limped away, and the master looked at Li Cuihua's mother and son, sighed, and began to wander around the hall of Li Cuihua's house.
My third grandfather saw the master wandering around, and my third grandfather also walked in, and the master just glanced at my third grandfather and did not object.
My third grandfather followed the master and walked to the side of the rice tank of Li Cuihua's house, the master opened the lid of the rice cylinder and looked inside, but his face suddenly sank, my third grandfather saw the master's appearance, and couldn't help but glance at the rice tank, but Hao Ran found that although this cylinder is called a rice tank, there is no rice in it, but only a small half tank of sweet potatoes.
If it were these, it would not be enough to make the master so heavy, at most it would be mercy, but there was a black snake lying inside, if it weren't for the black snake slowly wriggling and mixing in the middle of the sweet potato, I really couldn't tell that it was a snake.
The master sighed, covered the rice jar, came to the shrine in the hall, and began to take out the white and yellow rune paper from his triangular pocket, and began to write and draw, cutting and decreasing.
Seriously, this kind of funeral, my third grandfather is the first time to see it, so every detail is carefully observed, such as why don't you use yellow paper to cover your face when the dog is dead and the dog is dead, but he has to use it when his mother is dead, and for example, the dog left the dog died yesterday or the day before yesterday, why don't you bury it.......
My third grandfather was all thinking about some topics about death in his little head, and time passed quickly.
I don't know when, the lame man came back from outside, and brought back a person carrying a basket, which contained candles, fragrance, yellow paper, paper figures, and many strange things that my third grandfather couldn't name.
When he saw the lame man coming back, the master asked him to sort the contents of the basket one by one, and then found a table, chair, and ladder, and built a bridge-like thing in the middle of the hall.
Master pasted a piece of yellow paper at the end of the ladder, with a few words written on it in cinnabar, which is in that kind of traditional Chinese characters, my third grandfather only knows the three words "Meet the paste", and the above two words can only be taken apart to read, what "six Guangfu a day", when my third grandfather read it out loud, the master almost didn't laugh, but if you laugh in this kind of scene, it will be too gaffe, but fortunately, the master still endured.
At the front end of the ladder, there is a papier-mâché gate, outside the gate, there is an incense burner and two oversized white candles, and the grandmother lit the candles and put on three pillars of incense. When he was done, Master told him to stand outside the hall, leaving only the cripple inside.
Grandma asked the lame man to hold three papier-mâché villains, one big and two small, these three papier-mâché seem to represent Li Cuihua and her two children.
The master pasted three pieces of yellow paper on the eyebrows of Li Cuihua's mother and son, and on the yellow paper, three different and strange patterns were drawn.
My third grandfather carefully identified it, only to find that the patterns on these six yellow pieces of paper are actually three pairs, as for why this is done, my third grandfather does not know.
The master asked the lame man to wait with the paper man in his arms, and the master took out a stick that had been made and wrapped it in a white strip of paper, and took a big bell, and began to jump around the three of them, waving the big bell and the stick as they danced, and chanting words in their mouths.
The sound of "jingle bells" continued to echo in the hall.
I don't know when, my third grandfather felt a yin wind blowing from behind my third grandfather, and then through my third grandfather's body, towards the hall of Li Cuihua's house, even the flame of the candle on the table, there was some swimming, I don't know if the wind is really blowing, or something invisible walked over.
When the wind blew, the master stopped his movements and ordered the lame man to put the three paper figures in the place where the gate was placed and stand up, and when the lame man was in place, the master shook the bell in front of the door.
"Clank!"
"But the bridge is on the road, let go of right and wrong to cross this river. There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and Meng Po will be on the side of the Wangxiang platform. ”
"Cuihua, you have suffered many disasters in your life, but you are kind-hearted, in the next life, let's have a good baby. The dog is left with eggs, your two brothers are smart, and they will become great weapons in the future, but they were helplessly harmed by ghosts, and they went to the underworld, remember to avenge their grievances. “
Master's voice was particularly piercing in the quiet funeral scene, but these words made everyone solemn, including my third grandfather.
After the master finished speaking, he began to signal the lame man to hold the paper figure and slide from head to tail on the ladder.
The cripple did so, holding the paper figure and began to slide towards the tail.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, I suddenly remembered that just when the lame man slid the three paper figures to the middle section, the wooden ladder that originally looked extremely strong actually broke directly, and the three paper figures also spontaneously combusted without fire, so frightened that the lame man threw the paper figures to the ground.
The people who stood outside the door to watch the excitement were also scared enough to choke and be a little timid, and they had already slipped away. (To be continued.) )