What is a fake burial?

As the name suggests, it's a fake funeral!

If the elderly person in the family is seriously ill and his condition does not improve for a long time, he should be dressed in a shroud, and after a day and a night, he will take it off and fill it with straw, just like a scarecrow, and this 'scarecrow' has a name, called 'fake corpse'

When the 'fake corpse' is done, it is necessary to choose a good day, and the blood relatives should carry it on its back and bury it in the chosen grave to cover the evil of the soul.

The master told me that there would be many strange things when I carried out the method of fake burial, and he didn't know if the person who had harmed my family was still watching me, so I might be in danger, and because the person carrying the 'spur' had to be a blood relative of the patient, he couldn't help me.

I did not hesitate to respond, I could not have watched my uncle leave like this.

My master just sighed, and then told me what to pay attention to in this fake burial method.

That night, I took off my uncle's shroud, stuffed it with straw, and put my uncle's name on it.

Carrying the 'fake corpse' on his back, he looked at the master's somewhat strange eyes, and his uncle, who had been in a coma on the bed for many days, gritted his teeth and strode out of the courtyard.

The sky outside was a little gloomy, there was not even a moon, and the air was filled with a faint mist, which was a day specially chosen by the master to cover the eyes of the shadows.

When I walked to the entrance of the village, I saw a figure, and I was startled at first, but once the method of fake burial began, it could not be stopped, and if I turned back, my uncle would definitely die tonight, so I had to go forward.

When the figure approached, I breathed a sigh of relief, because I knew that person, Wang Ping'an.

It's just that the people in the village generally call him a fool, because he has some intellectual problems, he grew up with his grandfather, and he has no parents like me, so I am the only one of my peers in the village who can talk to him, so he often pesters me.

"Brother Chen!" When Wang Ping'an saw me, he screamed stupidly.

I nodded and said, "It's so late, hurry home, your grandfather should be in a hurry!" ”

After saying that, he ignored him and walked straight out of the village.

There is not so much attention in the village, and the dead people generally go directly to the back mountain to find a place to bury, and the place I want to go to is the back mountain.

I walked cautiously, carrying the 'fake corpse' up the hill, surrounded by darkness, and I could only see the road under my feet, which greatly slowed down my progress.

And I don't know if it's my delusion, the 'fake corpse' behind me is getting heavier and heavier, and I feel that what I am carrying is not a scarecrow, but really a corpse!

I swallowed, scared, but I didn't have the slightest intention of giving up.

Not long after arriving at the back mountain, I saw a small tomb bag, and according to the master's teaching, a stick of incense was put on the front of the tomb bag and three pieces of paper money were burned.

According to the master, these three pieces of paper money are actually road money.

Give the money, and the dead here will let me walk in peace, or else, they will be bad in the dark.

I lit the paper money with the lighter I had prepared, and in an instant the paper money turned into a flame, and a light breeze blew, and a few sparks were brought out of the flame, swaying on the grave.

This phenomenon means that the dead person who lives here has received my paper money, and it is counting it......

The numbers three and six are endless, six and six are very magical, these two numbers are never counted by the dead, so they will just keep counting and will not bother me with a fake burial.

Along the way, I passed by about seven or eight graves, and I followed the instructions and put on incense and burned paper in turn, but nothing strange happened.

Almost two hours later, I finally reached the top of the mountain.

There is a mountain temple here, which has been abandoned for I don't know how many years, but according to the law of fake burial, I have to go to this mountain temple to worship ghosts, and I have to go to this mountain temple to worship.

I had never been in a place like a Taoist temple, and I was a little nervous when I looked at the dark and dilapidated temple gate.

I cautiously pushed open the plank, which could no longer be called a door, made a tooth-aching sound, gritted my teeth, and stepped inside.

But the moment I stepped in, a gust of wind blew violently, and the wooden plank was blown to a 'creaking' sound, which startled me into a cold sweat.

After taking two deep breaths, calming down, he took out the prepared candles and fine incense from his arms, and now lit the candles, and saw the scene in the temple for the first time by the candlelight.

The dilapidated walls leaked everywhere, and thick cobwebs were formed on the table, and the statues of the gods above were gone, leaving a large blank space, except for a wooden plaque above it, with the name of the mountain god written on it.

I cleaned the offering table, took out the incense burner, respectfully lit a tribute incense stick, and then carried the 'fake corpse' on my back and held the candle in the temple in three steps and one kneeling, nine steps and one knock, to walk a full nine hundred and eighty-one circles.

I was afraid of taking the wrong step, so I had to count every step I took, and I was very nervous.

Cold sweat kept pouring out of my forehead, perhaps the more urgent it was, the easier it was to make mistakes, I tripped on my foot, and fell to the ground, and my face turned pale in an instant, because of this interruption, I forgot that I had come to that step.

The ceremony was interrupted, and I had to start all over again, so I put on a stick of incense again and started from the first step, but this time, I had just walked the first lap, and my feet inexplicably seemed to have tripped over something, and I fell again.

I was shocked that if one was an accident, then a second would be too much of a coincidence.

This is something that is thwarting itself!

But I did everything I was told along the way, and I didn't make any mistakes, so what went wrong?

It stands to reason that I should have been afraid, but when I thought of my terminally ill uncle, I didn't care about being afraid, and suddenly knelt on the ground and begged: "I don't know who is playing tricks on me, I really just want to save my uncle, please let me go, I will definitely give you incense and money every day in the future!" ”

When I finished speaking, I only heard a faint sigh from inside the temple, and then a somewhat shrill voice said, "Go back, your uncle is dead!" ”