At the beginning of the night, there was a quiet and peaceful place in Wangzhuang, and the looming moonlight sprinkled on the ground, making the originally somewhat dark sky have a glimmer of light.

After burning the yellow paper, I took out my mobile phone and looked at the time, ten o'clock in the evening, according to the words of the funeral scriptures, the living burial, must be forgiven, rise to observe the situation, multiply his son to sound the gong, this means that you must wait until the time of the son to sound the first sound of the gong, and now there is still 1 hour in the ion time.

Taking advantage of this hour, the mourning hall must be built, otherwise it is a little too late, I made a gesture to the eight immortals, meaning to let them out of the hall, they nodded, and did not dare to speak and followed me out, I said: "You seven people first help the main family to build the mourning hall, and then let the main family take you to the cemetery, remember, Wang Jie's grave must be next to the grave of her ancestors, even if there is a grave next to it, even if there is a coffin between the two graves." Before breaking ground, she must tell the truth to the graves of her ancestors, and then burn some yellow paper at each grave in the cemetery and say some good things. ”

Gao asked, "Why are you buried next to her ancestors?" I said, "With the power of her ancestors, there will be more hope of success." ”

Just as we were talking, the main family and Yang Yan brought some bamboo sticks, I asked the eight immortals to take the hand, and it took less than forty minutes to build a simple mourning hall, which was different from ordinary funerals, and the white lotus in the mourning hall became a black lotus.

I don't have much confidence in this live burial, everything is done according to the content of the funeral scriptures, if there is any accident, I really don't know what to do, so I have to tell them carefully once again that as long as the coffin is not carried out of the hall, no one can speak in the hall. Several of them repeatedly promised not to speak.

Then, the main family led the eight immortals to the cemetery, and there were only three people left next to me, Joyce, Yang Yan, and the middle-aged woman, I thought for a while, and then asked them, "Your elders are not alive, if they are, put a red thing on their foreheads." ”

Joyce and Yang Yan nodded, I pasted a thumb-sized piece of red paper on their foreheads, they asked why, I said, the evil spirit of the live burial is too heavy, it is easy to rush to the parents, after speaking, I also pasted a piece on my forehead.

It's time to wait for everything to be ready, because Joyce's body is too weak, I helped her to rest in a corner of the hall door, I could have let her go back to rest, she said, Natal Gu can't be too far away from her, otherwise she will die.

After setting up Joyce, I looked at the time, and at 10:58, there were only two minutes left, and I asked Yang Yan to stand on the steps of the hall with a firecracker, and asked the middle-aged woman to half-crouch next to the coffin. (Parents cannot kneel their children, only use half squats)

They prepared according to my instructions, I brought a pair of gongs, afraid of making a sound, I pressed both sides of the gong with 2 cm of yellow paper, and hung it on the left side of the table of eight immortals, (the custom of our side is that the left hand is big when entering the door, so the gong must be hung on the left, and some places are hung on the right, and the customs are different in various places, so I will not show it for the time being.) ）

I took out my phone again and looked at the time, and there were still ten seconds left, and I stretched forward with both hands on the gong mallet, and bowed three times towards the square of the coffin, counting the three numbers in my heart.

"Three"

"Two"

"One"

When I counted to one, I raised the gong mallet in my right hand and looked at the gong sharply, "Jingle Bell"

A crisp sound rang out, a little harsh, that echoed through the hall for a long time before the echo disappeared, followed by the sound of 'crackling' firecrackers.

I don't know what's going on, as soon as the sound of firecrackers stopped, I could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the hall had become a little heavy, but as long as the sound of the gong sounded, it meant that the living burial had begun, and no matter what happened in between, it could not be stopped.

Seeing this, tonight's live burial was not as easy as I imagined, I stubbornly found a wooden stool, sat next to the gong, held the gong mallet and beat the gong according to the unique rhythm, and recited the "Changluo Past Life Natal Sutra" in my mouth, and every three sentences, hit the gong.

After nearly half an hour of recitation, there was no sound in the hall except for the sound of gongs and the sound of me reciting scriptures, and everything was calm.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman may have been a little tired from squatting, and planned to change her position, but her feet were numb, and she accidentally fell next to the coffin.

"Ouch!" The middle-aged woman groaned.

As soon as this voice came out, I secretly screamed that it was not good, and I saw that the flame of the immortal lamp under the coffin had become smaller, and there was a tendency to extinguish. I hurriedly beckoned to Yang Yan, who was sitting in a daze, and motioned for him to come over, and he looked at me with a puzzled look.

I handed him the hammer, pointed to the gong, and then to myself and the lantern, meaning, let him ring the gong for me, and I went to get the lantern ready.

Regardless of whether he understood what I meant, he took a few pieces of yellow paper and rushed towards the immortal lamp, bent down, and used the yellow paper to lift the wick of the immortal lantern a little, the light of the lamp became a little brighter, I exhaled in my heart, finally it was not extinguished, if it was extinguished, then Wang Jie might break his soul.

I was about to look up at the middle-aged woman, when I saw a pair of candles at the head of the coffin fall without warning, and they were lying impartially on the wooden bench below, faintly burning.

Frightened, I hurriedly got under the coffin, crawled to the candle, and held the candle to prevent it from falling down again, and I piled up yellow paper next to it as high as the head of a candle stick.

I thought that this was the end of the matter, but where did she know that the middle-aged woman had another moth, and after she made a sound, she seemed to understand that she had violated the taboo, so she knelt next to the coffin and kept kowtowing to the coffin, which was regarded as making amends.

I walked over and patted her on the shoulder, she was stunned, her legs knelt on the ground, her body stretched straight, I patted her on the shoulder again, she was still in that posture, she didn't have to do anything.

What's going on?

I was stunned for a moment, and I was about to pull her up, and pull hard, Made, so heavy, not a normal person's weight at all, I looked at her, just skinny, breaking through the sky, it is about 100 pounds.

Pull harder, still can't pull, as soon as I see this situation, I guess she may have been entangled in something, so I looked at her, mom, it's scary, her face is blue, her mouth is chewing mud, she looks down at the ground, oh my God, the ground is missing a hole, there is a lot of mud missing, if you guess correctly, she has eaten.

There was no more time for me to be surprised, I raised my hand and slap it down, she didn't react, she was still chewing mud in her mouth, it seemed that this trick couldn't wake her up, so I had to think of another idea.