At the beginning, because I thought that the old man was happy and mourned, it would be easy to think about sending the old man away, so I didn't think about whether there would be anything wrong with the birthday eight characters.

But now the old man's words have been echoing in my mind, and I can't ignore them.

Faced with me asking the old man about his birthday halfway, Zhang Hong was also a little strange, probably curious why I didn't ask for it at the beginning, but now I want it.

However, he still handed over the old man's birthday to me.

Holding the old man's birthday, I took a look, on the surface, there was nothing special, and it was not a special day.

But I always felt that since the old man said so, there must be something wrong, and then I began to figure it out.

The old man's eight characters are very ordinary, and there is nothing to do, but when I calculated to the end, when I combined the days of the old man's death, something finally went wrong.

Although there is no problem with the old man's eight characters, it conflicts with the eight characters when he died.

In this case, there is naturally a problem.

Looking at the results of the calculation, I can't wait to slap myself, how can I ignore such an important thing!

Now that preparations for the funeral have begun, it is definitely impossible to make another plan, so I will have to bite the bullet.

It's just that this means that the difficulties I will face next are unknown, and any possibility will arise.

When I was calculating, Zhang Hong kept watching from my side, it should be my expression that revealed my thoughts, Zhang Hong began to ask me what was wrong.

"Little coffin, is there something wrong? Could it be a cemetery thing? ”

Seeing Zhang Hong's worried face, I couldn't help but feel guilty, after all, at the beginning, I swore that I would definitely help them arrange it.

It would certainly be inappropriate for me to say that there are any difficulties now.

After hesitation, I had to carry this matter on my own.

"Brother Zhang, don't worry, I will take care of this matter, and I'm just making sure."

Hearing me say this, Zhang Hong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few more words of please, he continued to work.

But as soon as he left, my face fell again.

After all, after the calculation just now, the deceased is really not so easy to deal with.

So far, nothing has gone wrong, but it can only be described as calm before the storm.

After thinking about it for the last time, I could only decide to see the move, and even if I tried my best, I had to deal with it well.

Soon the afternoon passed, and in the evening, after the villagers had finished eating, they rushed over.

According to the ritual process, on the first night of the deceased's burial, the relatives and descendants of the deceased will give the deceased a tray.

Just as a man on earth wants to build his own home, now that the deceased is going to the underworld, his relatives and descendants will need to help him build a new home in the underworld.

Ordinary people usually burn some gold and silver paper money, or all kinds of electrical rent, etc., while those who have money will make all the things used in the world into paper and burn them to the dead.

And Zhang Hong's family was naturally not a few, and finally rented a few cars directly to pull things to the intersection of the village.

The reason for choosing the intersection is also particular.

Just like many people choose the crossroads when they burn paper money for their loved ones, because legend has it that the crossroads are the exit from the underworld.

When the spirits of the dead feel the call of their loved ones in the underworld, they will come up and take what their relatives have burned for him.

While the others were moving, I came to the village early because I had more important tasks to do.

That is to draw the heavenly palace on the ground with sand!

It means that after death, the spirits of the dead can ascend to heaven and attain the right path.

As for painting Tiangong, I have only seen my grandfather paint a few times before, and I really don't have any experience.

At the beginning, I considered whether to tell the truth and ask Zhang Hong to find a sensible person in the village to help.

But then I thought about it, I couldn't say it, so I had to bite the bullet.

The Heavenly Palace is depicted on the ground with fine sand, which seems simple, but there is a lot of attention to detail in it.

When I held the fine sand in my hand, I somehow calmed down a little, and then easily traced the heavenly palace on the ground.

When the last stroke fell, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, I didn't expect it to be so easy.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that maybe I was really talented!

By the time I finished painting, Zhang Hong and the others had already rushed over.

I handed Zhang Hong a short broom and asked Zhang Hong to take the broom to sweep the floor, first circling the Heavenly Palace clockwise, and then circling the Heavenly Palace counterclockwise.

And when he goes around in circles, he can say everything he wants to say to the dead.

After Zhang Hong finished turning, I gave him a small steamed bun and asked him to take a bite, and then threw the steamed bun on the ground.

All this is said, sweeping the floor with a broom, and helping the old man clean his home in the underworld.

Eating steamed buns is to tell the deceased that we are a family.

After all this was taken care of, I asked the people next to me to stack all the paper bundles on top of the Heavenly Palace and burned them to the old man.

When it was almost burned, one or two people were left to prevent the fire, and the others went home.

Because Wali is still some distance from home, I naturally stayed at Zhang's house at night.

In the mourning hall, Zhang Hong prepared a straw mat and prepared some food, and I accompanied the two brothers to guard the spirit in the mourning hall.

The three of us chatted a few words, and then fell silent.

The night was very calm, the three of us were not talking, and the needles could be heard in the mourning hall.

I'm still thinking about my birthday, and I'm praying that nothing will go wrong.

But just as I was praying, a strange voice sounded, and an ominous feeling rose from the bottom of my heart, and I hurriedly looked at the coffin.

Zhang Hong and Zhang Qiang obviously heard the sound as well, and we looked at it almost at the same time.

And the old man in the coffin has also stood up.

When they saw this scene, the two brothers looked at me unconsciously, and then knelt directly on the ground.

"Daddy! Is there anything you're not happy about? You tell us and we'll take care of it! ”

The old man has already lost his breath, and now there is naturally only one possibility to stand up again.

I didn't have time to think about it any more, so I jumped up, took the rune paper and rushed to the old man.

At the moment when the old man was about to jump out of the coffin, I directly threw out the rune paper, and the old man's movements stopped instantly and stood in the coffin.