In the early years, when cremation was not yet popular, we were basically buried here, and we have a saying here that anyone who dies horizontally, or is under the age of forty before death, has a very big grievance, and it is easy to become a ghost, so when he is buried, he must do a ritual, and on the day of the burial, a boy should sit in front of the coffin and use the boy's yang energy to suppress the resentment of the ghost.

This kind of coffin-pressing boy is generally not more than twelve years old.

My grandfather is a warlock who knows some yin and yang feng shui, and on weekdays, there is a red and white thing in the village, which inevitably troubles him, so I have also been a boy who presses the coffin a few times.

Maybe I'm naturally bold, or maybe I've grown up with my grandfather and have become accustomed to this kind of thing, so some of the eerie funeral customs in the eyes of others are nothing more than that in my eyes, and sometimes I am even quite happy.

Because as a coffin boy, the master usually wraps me with a thick red envelope, although I will be taken away by my grandfather as soon as I get it, I never know how much money is in it, but every time my grandfather will give me an extra fifty yuan of pocket money......

It's just that the number of extra pocket money I earn has decreased since I went to school, and in the six years of primary school, I have only been a coffin boy three times, and now in three months, it will be my twelfth birthday, and I will never have a chance again.

I didn't think there would be such an opportunity again, but that day I happened to be on vacation and returned to the village from the school in the town, and I heard many people say that the second king of the village died!

I know this person, his big name is Wang Degui, and he has an elder brother at home, so he has always been called Wang Er, in his thirties, but he has never been in shape, almost all the young descendants in the village went to the city to find a job, but he was tired, he didn't go, he didn't go, he didn't go, rural people, he didn't go to the city to find a job, and he couldn't starve to death when he worked in the field, but he still didn't do it.

Every day, he relies on his father to feed, wanders around the village, and does not do less things like stealing chickens and dogs, which is a scoundrel who is annoying to others, and the people in the village do not want to see him.

But scoundrels are scoundrels, dead people, funerals still have to be done, Wang Er's father, who is almost eighty years old, came to my house tremblingly to invite my grandfather, and my grandfather couldn't refuse.

It's just that Wang Er's reputation in the village is not very good, and almost no one is willing to let his children be the boy who presses the coffin for him, so this job fell on my head again.

Before school starts, I can earn more pocket money, and I can invite the beautiful female classmates in the school to have snacks, how can I not agree.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was a little gloomy, my grandfather frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything, found a yellow cloth and put it on top of the coffin, and then carried me to the coffin lid and sat down.

The coffin is carried by the Wang family from the village to pay a few descendants, are young stick guys, do manual work are a good hand, the one on my left is still a familiar to me, the neighbor's brother, Zhang Tie, used to take us every day to drill a small forest, down the ditch, but in the past few years to work in the city, I don't know when I came back.

"Zhengxin, hold on tight, don't fall!"

"Hey, Brother Tie, don't you underestimate people!" I said dissatisfied, but my hands still subconsciously tied the rope on the coffin.

The grandfather in front of him suddenly shouted loudly and said, "The time has come!" Hit the road! After shouting, he picked up the copper bell in his hand, and as soon as the 'jingle bell' sounded, several people carrying the coffin behind him immediately lifted the coffin.

"The person who dies is in the bardo, the body is like a child, the sin and blessing are undecided, it should be a blessing, may the god of the deceased, make the ten directions of life immeasurably pure land, inherit this merit, and will die."

The bell in my grandfather's hand shook very rhythmically, and my mouth was also chanting words, I knew that this passage that my grandfather was reciting was a Buddhist scripture, from the "Empowerment and Wish to Rebirth Ten Directions Pure Land Sutra" is one of the scriptures for the transcendent soul, but I know that my grandfather actually does not believe in Buddhism at all.

It is also strange to say that the only shrine in the family is a portrait of a white snake, and my grandfather claims to be a yin and yang magician, but in fact he neither believes in Buddhism nor Taoism, but when he does things for people, he is not taboo in meat and vegetables, and sometimes he even does Buddhist rituals, but his mouth reads Taoist law, of course, more often, it is some folk methods to ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.

With the rhythmic ringing of the bell of the grandfather, the eight sturdy descendants carried the coffin and slowly moved forward, nothing happened along the way, but when they arrived at the selected cemetery, something happened!

In front of the dug grave, several people put down the coffin, once the coffin was stained with soil, my coffin pressing work was over, and I was about to jump off the coffin, but suddenly found that my body was weak for a while, and my body seemed to be glued to the coffin board, and I couldn't move at all.

Seeing this, Zhang Tie, who was beside me, teased me and said, "Zhengxin, you are young, why is your body so weak, is it a picky eater!" As he spoke, a big hand was put on my arm and tried to pull me up, but my small body, he didn't pull his tendons.

Zhang Tie didn't believe in evil, he blushed, and pulled me with both hands, I felt that my body was about to be torn apart by him, but he didn't move the slightest.

He was only five years older than me, and he was only at the age of just entering college in the city, so he was also panicked at this time, and hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa Han, come and see what's wrong with your grandson!" ”

The other person who helped carry the coffin on the side looked a lot older, his face changed, and he said, "The Han family kid shouldn't have fallen into the coffin!" ”

As soon as I heard the word 'coffin', Rao was my natural boldness, and I couldn't help but panic.

The so-called coffin is also a legend in our area, saying that the boy who presses the coffin is easy to drop his soul into the coffin and bury it with the coffin.

My grandfather and I have never met in so many years, but I heard that there was an accident in the next village, and in several nearby villages, there are two 'gentlemen' who do this business, one is naturally my grandfather, and the other is Liu Lao Liu from the next village.

That time, the next village invited Liu Laoliu, but Liu Laoliu was not good at learning and art, and he didn't know which link went wrong, and the boy who pressed the coffin fell into the coffin and couldn't get up from the coffin.

That Liu Lao Liu lacked virtue and didn't think about how to crack it, so he just forcibly dragged the boy who pressed the coffin up, and within a few days, the child died.

My grandfather told me that what Liu Lao Liu dragged back was only the body, and all the three souls and seven spirits of the child fell into the coffin, and of course people would not live long.

Since then, Liu Lao Liu has lost a lot of money to the child's family, and his reputation has been almost ruined, and there are naturally fewer people who invite him, and in a few villages within a radius of several villages, there is only one 'gentleman' left who understands yin and yang, and his peers are enemies, so Liu Lao Liu is not less aimed at my grandfather.

It's just that my grandfather has a good temper and doesn't have the same general knowledge as Liu Laoliu, but he just told me in private that he usually stays away from Liu Laoliu......

My grandfather was looking at the feng shui of the cemetery in front of him, and when he heard Zhang Tie's shout, he hurriedly ran over, and the people around him explained the situation in a gossipy, asking my grandfather to think of a way quickly.

Grandpa Tie Qing face, let me not move, instructed people to catch a rooster and a black dog in the village, the cemetery was not far away, about ten minutes, I saw a person carrying a rooster with five flowers tied up and a black rural dog running over.

My grandfather first took a knife to cut a small hole in the black dog's leg, and used the bowl to catch a few drops of blood, the miraculous thing is that the black dog was very cooperative, did not bite or bark, let grandpa take blood, looking at this magical scene, I was not even so scared.

Grandpa will save me anyway, won't he?

Grandpa mixed some cinnabar in a bowl filled with dog blood, dipped his fingers in cinnabar, drew a talisman on the coffin, and then put the tied rooster on the coffin.

The rooster, which was originally being carried and crowed non-stop, suddenly closed its mouth at this time, and did not struggle, just stood quietly on the coffin.

I could clearly see a hint of anxiety flashing across my grandfather's face, shouting at the rooster, "Scream, you scream!" ”

The staggered over to my head, and then suddenly he stiffened and fell on the coffin board......!