We waited in the hall for a while, during which none of us spoke, our eyes staring ahead, our hands grasping the dragon frame on the side. I was afraid that there would be some problems with carrying the coffin this time, until the eight immortals who set off the firecrackers shouted, 'The auspicious time is coming', and all of us relaxed a little and immediately put the dragon frame on our shoulders.

Then, the Eight Immortals lit a roll of earth-red firecrackers, and the sound of crackling resounded throughout the Walking Horse Village, and the smoke from the firecrackers filled the hall, making it difficult for us to open our eyes.

Fortunately, the firecrackers were not very long, and after a minute or two, they stopped. Immediately afterwards, I saw that Qing Xuanzi was wearing a set of black Taoist robes, holding a spirit banner in his left hand and a clay jar in his right hand, and his mouth was full of words.

After thinking about it for a minute, he held the lime jar high on the top and shouted: "There is no wind in the sky, the sun is shining, the sun is flowing like water, and now there is a coffin heading to the west, and all kinds of ghosts are flashing quickly." ”

After shouting this, he threw the crockpot in his hand to the ground, and the crockpot shattered in response. He didn't stop, but made a pause gesture toward us, walked up to the flat, picked up the new dustpan, said a few words that I didn't understand, and pushed the new dustpan forward.

His actions, I know, seem to be a kind of foreshadowing, many places will roll a dustpan in front of the hall before the funeral.

If the dustpan falls on the left, it indicates that within a year, someone will die on the left side of the house, if it falls on the right, it indicates that someone on the right side will die within a year, and if the dustpan rolls directly to the front, it indicates that no one will die in the village within a year.

And the dustpan that Qing Xuanzi rolled was exactly the third type, and it rolled directly to the front of the flat before stopping, which made the women in Walker Village really breathe a sigh of relief, and even we, the eight immortals who carried the coffin, also gave a sigh of relief, and this funeral was finally auspicious.

Then, the Qing Xuanzi stood in the middle of the flat and recited some incantations, and finally raised his voice and shouted: "Get up... Coffin! ”

With the sound of the coffin falling, and some firecrackers were released, and we put the dragon frame on our shoulders, two by two, making piles for each other, and the old king played the slogan, "One, two, three, up!" ”

All of us worked together to slowly lift the coffin, and what made me wonder was that this coffin was not heavy, about four hundred and seventy or eighty pounds, and it was quite easy to lift.

Raising his eyes to look at the coffin of the mother and son, he didn't know what was going on, the senior guys seemed to be a little struggling, and a lot of fine sweat burst out of their foreheads, and the same was true of the eight immortals next to him.

What's going on? According to the weight of the coffin, our coffin is larger and heavier, and the mother-son coffin is just a thin-skinned coffin, and the weight will not exceed two hundred and twelve, plus the little girl and her mother, the weight is about, three hundred and fifty-six pounds, which is a hundred pounds lighter than our coffin.

I threw a puzzled look at the tall guy, he shook his head, and without speaking, he motioned for me to carry the coffin with peace of mind.

Seeing his actions, I didn't want to ask anything more, so I carried the coffin out of the hall with Lao Wang, and the high-ranking people followed us with the coffin, and all kinds of people and the women in the Walker Village, they walked at the back with paper products. As for Mr. Fan, he held a cigarette holder in his mouth, took some willow branches in his hand, and walked next to the tall guy, looking so leisurely.

To tell the truth, this funeral procession is usually considered luxurious, but no one cried during the funeral, let alone beat gongs and drums, and even the sound of firecrackers occasionally sounded, which caused this funeral to be extremely deserted.

Since the funeral was deserted, we were not in the mood to speak, so we carried the coffin out of the walking horse village and went straight to the location of the tomb.

Along the way, we all lifted the coffin with our heads down, and no one spoke, we just wanted to carry the coffin to the grave and finish the funeral as soon as possible.

When we saw that the tomb was only about a hundred meters away from us, we heard someone shouting from behind: "Oh no, no, the coffin is going to fall apart." ”

As soon as I heard this, I was a little confused, what's going on? Turning his head to look behind, he saw the tall guys and several of them carrying the coffin crookedly, and the coffin didn't know if the carpenter didn't fit it well, or what was going on, and there were thumb-sized cracks around it, revealing some offspring quilts.

As soon as I saw this situation, my first reaction was that there was something wrong with the coffin, and at that moment, I shouted to Qing Xuanzi in front of me: "Dao Chief, take a break!" ”

The Qing Xuanzi turned his head, glanced at me, and then glanced at the mother and son coffins behind him, and said in a deep voice: "The double coffins are out of the funeral, and there is no rest, even if the coffin falls apart, the coffin must be carried to the tomb." ”

As he spoke, he recited a long list of words in his mouth, which I didn't understand very well, and it should be some mantra from a Taoist priest.

When he had finished reading those words, he shouted to the tall man: "One person has a willow branch in his hand, and he walks seven steps to draw a coffin, and he must not stop." ”

Seeing this, I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, when I came out of the hall before, Mr. Fan followed the tall guy with a willow branch, and now, Qing Xuanzi happened to say that he needed a willow branch to whip the coffin, is this a coincidence? Or did Mr. Fan know from the beginning that there would be problems with the mother-son coffin?

Just when I was stunned, the senior guys and they answered in unison 'yes', and then asked Mr. Fan on the side for some willow branches, and every time he took seven steps, he would smoke them on the coffin.

Strange to say, as the willow branches whipped on the coffin, I saw that the faces of the tall men gradually softened, and the steps under their feet became much lighter, as if the coffin had suddenly become lighter.

I wanted to ask Qing Xuanzi what was going on, but he ignored me and continued to walk towards the tomb, but in desperation, I had to suppress the doubts in my heart and continue walking towards the tomb.

When I came to the tomb, the sun had risen in the east, and the rays of morning sun were shining on the coffin, which seemed to have some good omen. However, the reality is the opposite.

We carried the coffin to the tomb, first placed Shen Jun's coffin next to the tomb, then put the mother and son coffin on the side of the tomb, and then surrounded Shen Jun's tomb with those paper pieces and placed them in the position of the Big Dipper.

It is worth mentioning that this time the Big Dipper Array is headed by the tomb, with paper-tied furniture as the end, and a paper-tied house and paper man in the middle.

After fiddling with those paper products, I asked Qing Xuanzi how to get them next. He said that the mother and son will be buried in the coffin first, and then when the child is born at night, he will redeem the soul of Shen Junyin Qi.

In this regard, I have no objection to Lao Wang. However, there was one person who put forward a different opinion, and it was Mr. Fan. As soon as he snatched the spirit banner from Qing Xuanzi's hand, he said: "The old man looks at you, a little Taoist priest, you don't have much ability, but you have a lot of crooked ideas." ”