I was sitting on the edge of the coffin at the old stall when I suddenly heard the rattling of the tarpaulin next to me.

At first, I thought it was the wind blowing, but I didn't care.

In fact, the rattling sound only lasted for a while before it stopped.

I continued to sit at the coffin and keep a vigil for the old stall head. I am not related to the old stall leader, and I am completely willing to keep a vigil for him here. Once acquainted, I am willing to give the stall master one last ride.

After a period of lulling, the snoring of the fat sea resounded again.

This thing sleeps so fragrantly, this thing dares to be contagious. His snoring sounded like a lullaby to me. I couldn't help but yawn a few times.

I sat on a stool and leaned involuntarily against the coffin.

A wave of sleepiness hit me, and my eyelids slowly closed. It was a sudden feeling, and I couldn't resist the sudden sleepiness.

But I still had a glimmer of spirituality in my head, and I seemed to hear a slight sound of footsteps. And it was as if someone had come up to me.

I tried to open my eyes, but I felt weak.

It's not the first time I've felt this way, but this time it's the most powerful. And I heard whispers in my ears, which were so weak that they were hard to hear.

I struggled to maintain what little bit of clarity I had left in my head. I know that if I lose this aspect of my senses, then I won't feel anything. What is happening right now is certainly not normal.

But what little bit of spiritual awareness I had was gradually fading. For I heard the faint sound of the flies, and it grew softer and softer.

I tried to move, but my body froze completely.

I moved my tongue a little and noticed that my tongue could still move slightly. I don't think there's anywhere to move but my heart and tongue now.

I quickly shoved the tip of my tongue between my upper and lower teeth, and pushed all the strength on my teeth down.

The teeth bit the tip of the tongue, and a stinging pain came from the tip of the tongue, and spread throughout the body as quickly as an electric current.

At the same time, my body shook and I woke up from a daze.

I jerked to my feet, only to feel a gust of wind sweep around me. The freshly burned paper ashes in the brazier in front of him were swept into the air and flew around.

At the same time, the tarpaulins around the mourning hall made a fluttering sound, and they were blown by the wind.

I quickly looked at the bone-splitting room, where the oil lamp was still on. It seems that after the little fly went in, there was no reaction. The snoring of the fat sea is still coming and going, and it comes in a subdued tone.

It seems that the two living people in this courtyard except for me were not here just now. So who was the person who was whispering in my ear just now?

I looked at the churning paper ash in the brazier, and the wick flame of the ever-bright lamp next to me actually grew a big one.

The flame, which was originally only the size of a fingernail, had risen more than half a foot high and made a sizzling sound.

What caught my attention even more was that the three sticks of incense I had given to the old stall had already burned half of them at this time.

Half of the residual fragrance remains,

There was a strange change.

It was originally three Buddha incense sticks with each head, but at this time it was already of different lengths. The two sticks on the left and in the middle are at the same height, while the one on the far right is half burned and only half as long as the other two.

Seeing the shape of this incense, my brain buzzed and I felt a tingling in my scalp.

There are certain signs about the shape that this incense will take when it is burned. The third uncle once gave me an incense book, which is the various situations of the incense type after burning the incense, and each different fragrance type represents a different meaning.

Now there are dozens of meanings in the most common incense recipes, and there are no less than a hundred, or even more, of the incense recipes mastered by the more advanced warlocks.

Just one of these shapes can evolve into different portions.

Therefore, many people will rely on looking at incense to give people a predictor of the future and numerology. This kind of person also had a professional title in ancient times, called the incense person.

The third uncle said that a clever incense person, just by virtue of the incense type you have finished, you can calculate your past life and future life.

And looking at incense, the most basic function is to be able to see the recent fortune of the incense person.

I've read the incense recipes that the third uncle gave me, but there are only dozens of incense recipes, and I haven't read the whole book. I just memorized a few of the incense recipes that I thought were the most important and might be used in the future.

The fragrance I see today, there is a saying that two are long and the other is short and the waist is broken. This is a typical life-boosting incense.

The explanation of this incense spectrum of life-urging incense says that black and white impermanence comes to ask for life, and the soul is locked and the ghost is frightened.

At that time, I was very impressed by this kind of incense spectrum, and I was still thinking at that time, if someone appeared in this shape on incense, how bad it would be.

I didn't expect to come across this kind of incense recipe today.

And in front of the coffin at the old stall, thinking of what I had just experienced, the cold sweat on my body was endless, and the clothes on my body were wet.

Could it be that what I heard whispering in my ear just now could it be the so-called black and white impermanence?

Black and white impermanence to ask for life?

What life? Whose life is it for?

It's mine?

Or is it an old stall?

Or a fat man and a little fly......

A few thoughts flashed through my mind, and my mind was a jumble.

I have been incense many times, and when I was in Sanqingtang in the hotel, I had to incense almost every day. This has never been the case today. At that time, I always thought that this so-called incense book was a lie.

I didn't expect that the incense I put on today really changed, and it is certain that this is definitely not a normal phenomenon.

The explanation on the incense spectrum says that black and white impermanence comes to ask for life, but I don't quite believe that black and white impermanence is really coming. People say that black and white are impermanent, but in fact, those two are made up in the folk, or they are characters in myths and legends, these are not examinable. None of us have ever seen what these two look like.

At this time, the paper ashes that were rolled up by a yin wind floated in the air for a while before falling one after another.

Before this, a lot of paper money had been burned in the brazier, and there was a lot of paper ash left after burning.

At this time, the paper ash that was rolled up by the wind was almost all over

A mourning hall.

I also fell a lot on my body, I shook off the paper ashes on my body and looked into the mourning hall.

This made my heart hang again.

Because the paper ash fell everywhere, but in one place, it was smooth, and not half of the paper ash fell.

That place was the coffin at the head of the old stall.

I was excited, and there is a saying about this situation, which is called paper ash does not fall to the top. This shows that the deceased in the coffin died uncomfortably.

(End of chapter)

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