Maoshan Jurong.

Maoshan is located at the junction of Jurong and Jintan, and the administrative division belongs to Jurong and Jintan. It is said that during the Western Han Dynasty, the Mao family had three brothers, who collected medicines and refined pills, saved the people, saved the world, and established the Taoist school.

Later, when he arrived in Qiliang, Tao Hongjing, the grandmaster of the Shangqing school, retreated to Maoshan, accepted a large number of disciples, and officially established the school. The three brothers of the Mao family were revered as ancestors because of their respect for their ancestors.

At its peak, Maoshan had 257 temples, but by the end of the Qing Dynasty, there were only three palaces and five temples. These three palaces are Chongxi Wanshou Palace, Xiaojiu Wanfu Palace, and Fuyuan Wanning Palace. These five viewpoints are the concept of virtue and happiness, the concept of benevolence, the view of Yuchen, the view of Baiyun and the view of Qianyuan.

After the outbreak of the future ghost war, coupled with the torrent of humans, almost everyone was burned. Until the 80s of the 20th century, the government has been allocating funds to repair the Xiaojiuwanfu Palace and the Fuyuan Wanning Palace, collectively known as Maoshan Road Hospital, which belong to the Zhengyi faction.

There is also a Kundao Academy, named Ganyuanguan, which belongs to the Quanzhen Dragon Sect.

In other words, at the northern foot of this mountain, there is a small town called Maoshan Town. The town is 10 kilometers long from north to south and 5 kilometers wide from east to west, with a small area and a population of just over 30,000 people.

Early this morning, many people were still sleeping, but the doors of the Zheng family, a well-known wealthy family in the town, were open and noisy, and many cars were parked at the door.

"Daochang Chen, I need to trouble you this time. Please bother more. ”

"You're welcome. You should do everything. ”

As I spoke, I saw several people squeeze a Taoist priest out of the house. A middle-aged man accompanied him to say a good word, and then stuffed a thick red envelope over.

The Taoist priest took it, skillfully covered it with his sleeve, and disappeared. He also pulled out a paper bag and said, "This is the time I count." You will do as I say. Surely there will be nothing tonight. Before that, however, I would like to say a nasty word. The deceased died before the Chinese New Year's Day, which is not a good sign. You'd better do one more legitimate thing to undo this disaster. ”

"Of course, we trust you!"

"Then I'll go first!"

A few people wiped the long story short back into the house, and hurriedly dressed Dai Xiao. Not the kind of formal mourning dress, just tie it in a belt on your head or around your waist and put on civilian clothes is enough.

After that, dozens of people crowded into the room, and a little boy was pushed to the front. He was seven or eight years old at most, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a little dazed, and a round porcelain altar in his arms.

“......“

For a moment, the crowd held their breath, and the middle-aged man whispered, "Happy, do as I told you yesterday." ”

"Oh!"

The young man nodded, raised the porcelain altar above his head, and said, "Grandpa, since you're gone, don't think about it anymore... Your children and grandchildren will pay tribute to you. You will also bring peace and health to your children and grandchildren, and your wealth will be full. ”

When the words fell, he fell hard with all his might.

"Dad!"

The porcelain altar fell on the concrete surface and immediately cracked, shattering into pieces at the doorway. Then a woman took a bowl of sugar and boiling water and said, "Happy, drink quickly." ”

The young man poured it down in one go, and all of them went out one by one to get into the car.

This middle-aged man's name is Cheng Zheng, and this young man is his youngest son Zheng Xinkai. A few days ago, my grandfather passed away and is now in mourning.

As the saying goes: five miles is different from ordinary customs, and three miles changes the rules, not to mention the difference between north and south?

For example, in the north, on the evening of the sixth day, it is necessary to "get rich", that is, to burn some paper money at the door of the house, prepare some plates for serving, gather relatives and friends, the owner mutters, scatters some paper ashes next to the chimney.

Because according to the northern version, the deceased does not know that he died on the first six days, you should tell him on the sixth day: Ah, you are already hanging, hurry up and go!

Then the soul of the deceased will flow down the chimney.

However, in the south, especially south of the Yangtze River, there does not seem to be a flourishing custom. Only on the morning of the first seven days, the children fell from the altar at the door and drank a bowl of sugar water, which meant peace.

Of course, there used to be seven days of spiritual retreats, but now there is no way. Cremation usually takes place on the 3rd.

After a few words, the convoy arrived at the funeral home, where a group of people were busy offering sacrifices.

Zheng Xinkai didn't understand, let the paper be burned, let kowtow and kowtow... Although the child did not cry, it was really sad. In this day and age, there is already the concept of "death".

Grandpa was kind to him, but he never saw him again.

......

In the funeral tradition of Xia Guo, the first seven days are probably the most important.

It is widely believed that the soul of the deceased will return home on the seventh day. The family will prepare a meal and then have to avoid it. If the gods see their families, they will be worried and will not live in harmony with each other.

The town of Maoshan is next to Maoshan Mountain. For generations, people have smoked their ears and stained their eyes. Naturally, it is more valuable than anywhere else.

In the evening, Zheng House.

Distant relatives and neighbors dispersed, leaving the most immediate group to sit in the living room. I saw Cheng Zheng take out a paper bag, open it carefully, and take out a piece of yellow paper with a few words written on it:

It's a quarter of an hour.

This is the time for the dead to return to their souls.

"Shihai is from 9 to 11 o'clock, and when is the second quarter?" Cheng Zheng was a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, count in two hours. ”

The grandmother was more outgoing, hugged her little grandson, and told her clearly: "Happy, remember! Don't come out yet, stay in bed!"

"Aha, I'm not coming out!" said the child.

"That's good. It's almost ready. Grandma said.

Immediately, a group of people began to get busy.

According to the instructions of the Taoist priest, incense, candles, wine, and food were placed first, and then a layer of grass ash was spread on top, and a bamboo pole was picked up and stood on the steps of the door, with a piece of money attached to each foot - it is said that when the evil spirits saw the bamboo pole, they would enter the house.

After that, boil an egg and place it in a clay pot in the corner of the room to bribe the god of plague (commonly known as the god of chicken feet) so that the ghost can stay longer. At the same time, before entering, a string of firecrackers must be prepared and thrown into the house after the sea of stones.

When it was done, Grandma asked a group of people back to the house, and they were definitely not allowed to come out.

To be honest, they don't know if what the Taoist priest said is true, and if there are ghosts in this world. They only know that it has been passed down from generation to generation, and just like the Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and Spring Festival, it has become something deeply rooted in the local people.

The courtyard of the Zheng family is very large, and on the second floor, the grandmother, uncle's family, aunt's family, the eldest son and daughter-in-law, and Cheng Zheng's husband and wife bring the Zheng family happy.

The child curled up on the bed, sandwiched between his parents, excited and curious, asked, "Mom, will Grandpa come back?"

"Don't ask, go to bed!"

"But I couldn't sleep. ”

"That squint!"

Ma Zheng's attitude is very vague, the answer is correct, I don't believe it, the answer is no, and it is not very practical. Patting the child, she asked, "Hey, what time is it?"

"Eight fifty o'clock. ”

Zheng's father was playing with his phone and didn't care. It had been seven days since his father died. The sad period is over, and it's time for surgery. His wife paid more attention than he did, saying, "Turn off the lights." Mom should talk about it later, you should stop playing. ”

"Oh, shut up, shut up!"

He had no choice but to put down his phone and ask his wife to turn off the lights.

For a moment, the courtyard was pitch black and surprisingly quiet. The people in every room didn't know what they were doing, and there was no sound at all. Ma Zheng held his son in his arms, guessing that it should be 9 o'clock.

She listened quietly with a slightly nervous ear, and nothing happened.

After a while, she thought again, should it be 9:15?

"Shouting ......"

"Crunch... Crunch crunch......"

There was some movement this time, but it was the son's slight snoring and the husband's bored turn.

In this way, the three of them lay down for a while, except for the occasional hearing the neighbor's dog barking and the passing of vehicles outside. She couldn't help but laugh, it was superstition!

"Hmmm......"

After lying down for another quarter of an hour, Zheng Xinkai suddenly came down, woke up and said, "Mom, I want to pee." ”

"Bear with me. ”

"Oh!"

“......“

"Mom, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to pee!" he held all sorts of pee, a small one, and pointed hard in his panties.

"Then let's go!" said Father Zheng impatiently.

"Time hasn't passed yet!"

"What have you been through? Go ahead, don't wet the bed!"

The husband doesn't care. Ma Zheng also thought about it, as if nothing had happened. "Go to the toilet and come back," he said. ”

"Hmm!"

Zheng happily jumped out of bed, pulled up his shoes, and ran out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He happily finished writing and walked back.

When he reached the hallway, he glanced at it with his bladder: the hallway led to the living room, which led to the door, which led to the courtyard...... This straight line is drawn in secret.

The wine and food were left as they were, the ashes of the plants and trees were intact, and the clay pots in the corners were intact.

He shook his head and ran back to his bedroom. After solving the physiological problems, the children felt warm and stable, and the parents were around, and soon fell asleep again.

......

"Well, why is it so bright?"

I don't know how long I slept, Zheng Xinkai suddenly interrupted me with a grunt, only to feel that his eyes were bright. At the same time, the body is light and weak, as if it is immersed in water and pushed upwards by buoyancy.

It was a wonderful state, and he didn't know if he was dreaming or awake, whether he was opening or closing his eyes.

In a daze, I saw that the light slowly dimmed and turned into a black figure. This figure is getting closer, closer and closer, with a clear face, it is his grandfather.

“......“

Zheng Xinkai wanted to scream, but he did shout, but he didn't make a sound. Grandpa walked up to him with a loving face and didn't speak.

The grandfather paused, then reached out and touched his grandson's head, then turned and disappeared.

"Happy, happy, what's wrong with you?"

"Happy, don't scare Mom... Ouch ......"

Let's just say that the Zheng family, it's chaotic at this time!

Zheng Xinkai fell asleep, suddenly screamed, waved his hands wildly, and then cried again, and kept saying, "Turn on the lights!

The parents were startled and shivering, but they just couldn't wake up. Grandma's men rushed downstairs in a panic. At that time, all kinds of noises were messy.