Yang Ruoqing released the carrier pigeon.

However, two days passed, and on the day of the second uncle Yang Hualin's practice, Luo Fengtang and the others did not come back.

"If he doesn't come back, it means that there is a breakthrough on his side!"

When Yang Ruoqing, Tuoba Xian and Sun analyzed this matter, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.

Luo Fengtang is a person who attaches great importance to filial piety, unless he has to do it as a last resort, otherwise, he will definitely rush back when he receives the letter.

In the ancestral hall of Changping Village, there is a blow and a cannon fight.

For the ancient rural areas without the Internet and television, such a funeral undoubtedly enriched the spiritual life of the villagers.

The women of the village, young and old, with children, began to watch the wreaths and blow and beat them in the last day.

In the ancestral hall, the relatives of the old Yang family sent wreaths, flower baskets, horses tied with white paper, papier-mâché sedan chairs, as well as big houses, and golden boys and girls......

These are all things that these women who watch the excitement like to watch.

Looking, discussing, comparing......

At noon, the Taoist priests entered the door for lunch, and after lunch, the Taoist priests hung the eighteen pictures about the punishment of hell on the walls of the ancestral hall.

Lotus flowers and some strange patterns were drawn on the ground with cinnabar.

This has undoubtedly become a highlight that attracts the villagers.

The ancestral hall of Nuoda is full of people who come to see the excitement inside and out.

Because the old Yang family released a rumor, this time the funeral should be done well and go to bad luck.

Therefore, the lineup of the Taoist team is even bigger than the last time Yang Huaan passed away.

The villagers all believe in these things, so not only Changping Village, but even the next village, there are a bunch of people to watch the excitement.

At night, Yang Ruoqing wore linen and filial piety, and followed her cousin and cousin to participate in the ritual together.

As soon as Yang Hualin left, he left Yang Ruolan and Bai Boy, as well as Fu'er.

Yang Ruolan cried pitifully, perhaps thinking of her life experience and experience, she cried and fainted several times.

Bai Boy has also faded away from the naughtiness and agility that a child should have at this age, and one thing after another made him look a little wooden and autistic.

As for Fu'er, she is too young to understand anything.

Yang Ruoqing sat quietly on the side, looking at the three orphans.

In the future, I'm afraid Fu'er will be the happiest one in comparison.

Why?

Old Yang Tou said that the Qian family and Yang Hualin are gone, and Yang Ruolan and Bai Xiaozi are barely taking care of themselves, and they can't care about Fu'er at all.

I don't want to worry about Fu'er.

Fortunately, the Kim family likes Fu'er very much and proposes to raise Fu'er.

Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin were filial to the Jin family, and they couldn't bear to disobey the Jin family.

So, Fu'er followed the Kim family in the future.

"Qing'er, add some clothes, beware of freezing."

Sun came to Yang Ruoqing's side at some point and handed over a coat.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, this season, it was already the end of July of the lunar calendar, it was hot for half a day, cool for half a day, and it was really cold in the middle of the night.

"Thank you, mother." Yang Ruoqing said, taking the coat and covering it on her legs.

"Is the baby okay?" She asked Sun.

Sun said: "Okay, I slept with her grandmother, and Yaxue slept in the next room, so I can take care of everything." ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded reassuringly.

I slept for a while in the next day, and I wasn't sleepy at all, and I opened my eyes and watched the Taoist priests over there doing there.

Babbling and singing in a subdued tone, the Taoist priest at the head was dressed in Taoist costumes and jumped up and down on the intricate lines drawn with cinnabar on the ground.

In his hand, he wielded a sword made of copper coins, and in that second, the sky was in the air.

The Taoist priest did a good job, and there was a large area with a small bench at the bottom, and the onlookers in Mazha also watched it with relish.

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in these things, and her eyes swept over the paintings hanging on the walls.

It is painted on a piece of white old cloth, it should be some years old, and the white old cloth has long been yellowed.

However, Yang Ruoqing still admires the person who painted this painting at the beginning, he is so talented and imaginative.

From the first painting to the last one, it is almost a comic strip with the living beings, revealing people, animals, and creatures in the world.

From the moment of their lives, the question of where and where the souls belong......

In the past, Yang Ruoqing didn't have time to pay attention to these, but tonight, it was really boring, and it was in such an atmosphere.

So, she swept over one by one.

These paintings, and the people who made them, should be trying to tell the living people a truth, or rather, a warning.

At the moment of death, the soul is separated from the body, and floating in the air will see your loved ones crying.

However, they can no longer communicate with their loved ones and express anything.

At this time, there will be ghosts who will extradite their souls to the Nine Netherworlds.

This journey can be described as bloody.

Knife Mountain and Sea of Fire, Huangquan Road, only in and out.

When they reach their destination, they will enter one large hall after another and be interrogated by the ten halls of Yama.

Every person, everything they did in life, whether good or evil, black or white, will have a book.

Score each person according to their good and evil, and then give the next arrangement.

Those who have long tongues like to play with right and wrong will fall into the hell of pulling out their tongues.

A woman who misbehaves, ***, will be ridden on a moving wooden horse.

A spike stood up on the horse's back and stabbed it under the woman.

Then the Trojan horse worked, and the blood under the woman's body was raging, and she was so painful that she couldn't survive and couldn't die!

And behind, on the hanging paintings, the stone mill is crushed, and the long saw cuts......

One was more bloody than the other, and Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows jumped lightly.

If there really is such a place in the world, it is really scary.

People, we still have to be kind, do more good, and accumulate less evil.

In the second half of the night, the Taoist team moved to the hall of the old Yang family.

The Taoist priests surrounded the patio and did the rituals for a while.

In the Taoist priest's hand, I don't know what kind of thing he was holding, and it looked a little like a conch.

But the sound was blown......

It's like a hundred ghosts wailing, and people feel cold all over their bodies, and they feel uncomfortable.

It's as if that sound really leads to hell......

The night of tossing is finally over.

At dawn, the coffin of the second uncle Yang Hualin was carried to the door of the ancestral hall.

According to the rules, the men of the old Yang family are not allowed to carry the coffin, and the man who carries the coffin is invited in the village.

At this time, Lao Yang Tou and Tan also came.

Tan lay on the coffin and cried, patting the coffin lid while crying.

Old Yang Tou stood aside, his back completely hunched, and old tears fluttered in the early morning breeze.

On the side, the three Yang Huazhong brothers, as well as Yang Yongjin, were all choked up.