It was Saturday, and Ou Dong had asked me to play billiards in the afternoon. But before I left the door, my master's message came. He just took over a job today, and asked me to go and give him a hand. I had no choice but to send a WeChat message to Ou Dong. As soon as he heard that it was my master who was looking for me, he replied to me with an animated expression of bleeding from seven orifices.

Everyone around me is like that. Although I was born with yin and yang eyes, this matter was known to my family and my master, and it was not spread to the outside world. But I have a master who specializes in doing things for people, and many people know about this. As long as I say that my master is looking for me, no one can stop me, not even my parents and my parents.

Ou Dong and the fried ghost have also inquired about my master, but I definitely can't tell them the truth!

"Oh, what, in addition to doing things, my master also cooks for ghosts, and I follow my master to learn how to serve ghosts!" Who believes this? They still have to treat me like a psychopath?

I followed the message sent by Master and rode my mother's electric car to another village alone: Poshang Village. Our small county town is located in the middle of a mountain range, and the names of the nearby villages are either with the word slope or with the word Ling, like what slope is up, down the slope, in front of the ridge and behind the ridge. With typesetting, it is the village near the county seat, like the head of the row, the end of the row and so on. It is said that in ancient times it was a garrison camp, and the original houses were lined up one by one, but later the military families gradually branched out to form a village, so it was named.

Today, my master took over the job of doing things for an old man who had just passed away. Now not everyone believes this, some families do not invite the team to do funerals, find the funeral home to clean up and send them to the cemetery for burial, and then put two wreaths and it's over. Some of them responded to the call and were sent directly to the crematorium.

However, we are only a small place here, and we have not yet enforced the cremation system, nor have we included the practice in feudal superstition to clean up and crack down. As long as the family members do not do anything big, no one will take care of the bad impact.

Master arrived a little before me, chatting with the suona players and the snare drums. The mourning hall was almost set up, so I went over and asked Master what I would do in a while. The master said, today's team is all together, you will give me a hand in a while, prepare incense, candles, paper money, hand over scripture runes and so on. I agreed, so I found a corner and started playing with my phone and waiting.

The reason why I ask this is because I can also play suona. Sometimes, when there is not enough manpower, Master asks me to go to the top and earn a red envelope. I don't usually tell others about playing suona. Otherwise, people want to ask me, what kind of music do you play? Blow one and listen to it! Alas, I'll blow the funeral song!

After waiting for a while, Master looked at the sky and said that the hour had come. So everyone began to take their positions. There was a distance in front of the spiritual seat, and the filial sons and grandsons knelt down according to the elders and youngsters, with suona and small drums on the left, and a pair of props on the right, waiting for the master's summons at any time. The small space left in the middle is the stage for Master's performance.

I saw the master turn to the back, change into his robes, put on his gossip hat, and walked out with square steps. Suona and snare drums also sounded at the right time. The master first read an opening eulogy, and then asked the filial son and grandson to bow three times and bow nine times. I was about to start reading the scriptures, so I hurriedly handed them over. Chanting sutras and confessions, stepping on the dough, and playing the table and calligraphy, these are all fixed regulations.

In fact, the practice is just a general term. The death ritual done by the Taoist priest is called the dojo, and the monk is called the dharma. However, since ancient times, the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in China have been integrated, and they have learned from each other. In addition, the Chinese worship their ancestors, so slowly the folk rituals are mixed. Monks or Taoist priests, as long as they can do things, they are collectively called masters. My master's surname is Feng, and those who know him call him Master Feng.

My master is actually a fake Taoist. I also asked him privately whether it was useful to do these rituals. He said that it was not very useful but it was somewhat useful. I asked, what works, what doesn't? He said that he would not die, so he could not guarantee whether the victim would be reincarnated smoothly. But doing this ritual can also comfort the deceased and reassure the family.

It took about two hours for the ritual to be completed. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the host entertained us for dinner. Generally speaking, after dinner, tell the family to take care of the incense candles, pay attention to the continuity, and then we can leave. Tomorrow morning, I will come to the funeral at the appointed hour.

But today the Master was a little strange, and told the family members that he would keep the vigil tonight and let them come back early tomorrow morning. When the family members left, I asked Master what was wrong?

The Master said, "You also stay, and when you arrive, you will know." ”

I had no choice but to stay and run outside the mourning hall to swipe WeChat and play games. Master was very disgusted that I was playing with my mobile phone in front of him, especially not in front of people's mourning halls, nor in ghost markets. The light emitted by the mobile phone screen will stimulate the ghost, and like an open flame, the ghost is not afraid, but it will be annoying.

Wait until midnight. As soon as the time came, Master got up and beckoned me to come in, closed the door, and asked me to renew all the incense and candles in the mourning hall.

The Master stood in front of the spiritual seat and chanted again, but it didn't sound like a sutra to me. The master didn't burn the talisman, but took off the Taoist robe on his body and put it aside, as if waiting for someone to appear.

I sneaked a glance at the coffin behind the spiritual seat, thinking to myself, Master can't be waiting for the master to climb out, right?

After waiting a little longer, there was movement. The candle flame on the spiritual seat flickered a few times, and suddenly it became green and became a ghost fire, and the mourning hall also darkened. The Master was still standing there, and he didn't speak. But I'm used to this kind of atmosphere, but I'm more curious.

It turns out that the victim did not climb out, but floated down.

A thin old man in a brand-new shroud slowly descended from the roof beam, and finally stood on the lid of the coffin.

"What do you want to do?" The old man's tone was not good.

"I don't do anything, I just want to talk to you." Master said.

"I don't know you, what is there to talk about? Hurry away, this is my mourning hall! The old man shouted, and the faint ghost fire suddenly flickered, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

"Alas, don't worry, brother!" Master sighed and said, "I'm not a bad guy, I'm not here to urge you to hurry up!" I'm not a true Taoist, and I don't know how to hunt ghosts! I just wanted to talk to you. ”

The old man was silent for a while, his mood seemed to stabilize a little, and then asked, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

"You can't stay here." Master said.

"Why? This is my home! ”

"This isn't your home anymore!" The master slowly tried to reason with the old man, "You have passed away, and you will only harm your descendants if you stay here!" ”

"No, it won't!" The old man began to get angry again, "Why should I harm my own son and grandson? ”

"I know!" The master persuaded bitterly, "You may not take the initiative to harm your own sons and grandsons, but after all, humans and ghosts can't live together!" If you stay in this house for a long time, the living people who live in it will be infected by your yin energy, and then your yang energy will be damaged, and they will get sick. In addition, if you stay in the yang world, you will also be invaded by yang energy every day, and you may eventually lose your mind. When the time comes, I'm afraid you won't even remember that these people turned out to be your family! ”

After listening to Master's words, the old man was silent for a long time, as if he was moved.

"Then what do you say you should do?" The old man asked.

"I'll give you two options now." Master stretched out two fingers and said, "The reason why you stayed in the yang world and didn't report to the underworld should be because you still have a wish unfulfilled." It's better for you to say it, we can help, and we will try to help you finish. After that, you will go to the underworld to reincarnate on your own. ”

"Then what if I don't want to be reincarnated?"

"That's fine!" Master nodded and said, "But you still can't stay in this house." When we give you a funeral early tomorrow morning, you will follow the coffin. When you get to the cemetery, you can make a new home there. I will also give an account to your descendants, so that they can go to your grave on time every year and burn more paper money for you. ”

"I'll remind them to burn more ingots for you. Also, the underworld coin has to be 100 million yuan! I interjected suddenly. Master glared back at me, thinking that I was too talkative.

The old man thought about it for a long time, hesitated, and after thinking about it, he paced around on the lid of his coffin.

"I ......," the old man hesitated, and seemed a little ashamed, "I had a good ...... when I was young."

"Well, and then what?" Master was encouraging him to continue.

"The two of us made a private agreement for life." The old man recalled: "But my parents thought she was not good, and they set me a family affair. Originally, the two of us secretly agreed to elope, but I regretted it at the last moment......"

I can't imagine that this old man has a history of romance!

I held back a laugh. But the young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad, and he is empty and melancholy!

After that, she kept complaining about me and refused to see me, and then she agreed to another marriage that her parents told her. As a result, she married a woman, and I married someone else. Fifty years have passed in a flash......" the old man sighed, looking lonely.

"And what do you think now?" Master asked.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "After so many years, I can't get it back if I want to." She now lives in the village of Taling, thirty miles away, and I have always wanted to sneak a look at her, but I have never dared to go. But the older people get, the more stubborn they become, and it's because of this knot that I can't get rid of my heart that I have become a grudge! ”

Master nodded and said, "Understood!" ”

He told me to go to the old man's room and get a relic from it. I went to the right wing room, saw an itch on the bedside table, and guessed that it must be an object that the old man used to use in his lifetime, so I took it back and gave it to the master.

The master took the tickle, put it on the lid of the coffin, and recited it again. The old man tickled and stood there, and with a whoosh it was gone.

The master pulled out a blank piece of talisman paper, wrote down an address, and handed it to me along with the tickle, and instructed: "You take this relic and follow the address on it, and go to Taling Village overnight to give him a ride!" ”

I agreed, put Tickle in the trunk of the electric car, and rode to Taling Village overnight. The road in the village is crooked, sometimes uphill, then downhill, and my biggest worry along the way is whether the electric car has enough power.

At two o'clock in the morning, I arrived at Taling Village. Fortunately, the master gave me the address, and it was easier to find: "The third bungalow west of the stage in the village." "I parked the electric car under the stage, took out the tickle, and found the old man's good home in the dark.

At this time, the whole village was asleep, and only the two dogs that watched the house smelled the smell of the living people from a distance, and barked a few times. The old friend's house was also dark, and he should have slept a long time ago. I couldn't get in, so I was in the back of the house through the window, holding up and tickling.

The thin old man floated out of the tickle and looked out the window. People can't see what is in the dark room, but ghosts can. The old man looked at it for a while, and he should have seen the main master. He nodded silently, as if his wish had been granted, and his body began to blur, slowly turning into an illusion.

Before he disappeared, the old man turned to me and said, "Baby, I have a book in my bedside table, and I have a hundred yuan in it......"

I was happy and nodded at him to show that I understood.

After the old man left, I rushed back overnight with itching. When I walked outside the village on the slope, the electric cars finally went on strike. I had no choice but to get out of the car and push it, and by the time I got to the old man's house, it was already half past four in the morning.

Master asked me why I had been there for so long, and had I done it? I gasped, handed the tickle to him, and said it was done, and the old man was gone. Master nodded, and slipped the tickle into the coffin.

I had just charged my electric car when my family came over. Only then did I remember that the time was set for the funeral at five o'clock in the morning. I ran to the old man's room in a panic, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and found a copy of the Seven Star Lottery Analysis.

Hi! I thought it was some kind of book, this old man is also very vulgar! But the old man is still good, and when he left, he gave me a hundred-dollar bill that was used as a bookmark in the book, which is my reward for helping him last night!

Master always taught me that the deceased's things should not be taken indiscriminately unless the master agrees, and the same is true in the ghost market. So, I don't have any weakness in taking this money. But it can't be seen by the family, otherwise it won't be explained.

The rest of the story is simpler. Master knew that the victim had already gone to the underworld to line up for reincarnation, so the rest of the regulations could be dealt with casually and just go through the motions.

The old man's grave was also chosen in the public cemetery behind Paitou Village, and the mass grave was just behind. However, I will not see this thin old man in the ghost market again to patronize my business, because there are no ghosts in this tomb, it is just a tomb.