When Qing Xuanzi heard me say this, he was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said: "The white mist you saw just now is actually I smeared a trace amount of red phosphorus powder at the end of the talisman, the purpose is to burn the water in the air and make this place dry. ”

"Why is it fleeting?" I asked, confused.

"The air is full of water, and when the talisman burns, some of it will naturally fill in." He smiled and explained to me.

I thought about it for a moment and said, "According to you, if I close this space and burn it with red phosphorus powder, I can make those footprints completely visible?" ”

He glanced at me, shook his head, and said: "I can't say this completely, some things are very mysterious, don't look at me as a bit famous in Dongxing Town, I also know little about Taoist metaphysics, and I can't explain it clearly." ”

I was a little disappointed, so I didn't ask any more, so I asked him, "What's next?" ”

He stared at the 'Grandma Fershal' for a moment, and said, "If there are footprints, it means that the deceased has come, and if this is the case, the matter has become a little tricky, and I have two worries at the moment." ”

"Which two?" I asked him.

"One is the source of the plague, and the other is the corpse of the dead." He said lightly with a calm face.

When I heard this, I wondered, what was the matter that day when he said that the resurrection of 'Grandma Fowlau' would cause a plague, and now he said that there were footprints of the dead in the vicinity? I asked the doubts in my mind.

He said: "The deceased is a 'fairy woman', who knows more than ordinary people, and knows everything about the afterlife, this 'Grandma Furshaw' is probably a disguise, I don't know what it is, but one thing, I am sure, the deceased is not a good kind." ”

"Then do you mean the deceased or 'Grandma Fowlau'?" I asked.

He frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I haven't figured it out yet, both are suspicious, no matter how things happened, there is already the shadow of the plague in front of us, and we have to deal with it as a plague." It is said that there are two worries, but in fact it is one, and I am worried that the source of the plague is the corpse. ”

I was a little confused by what he said, so I said: "There is a suspicion between the two, it is not good to do Taoist things, if the source of the plague is the corpse of the deceased, then we have to follow the funeral practice, if it is 'Grandma Furshaw' has the Taoist affairs of 'Grandma Fershaw', we must first figure out this problem, otherwise, there is no way to start." ”

After listening to this, he was stunned for a moment, as if he was making an important decision, and after a while, he bent down and touched the body of 'Grandma Fshaw', took out a cinnabar pen from the gossip bag, spit a mouthful of saliva on it, and then used the cinnabar pen to tap the forehead of the little bamboo man, and his mouth was full of words.

After a minute, he bit his finger and dripped a piece of blood on the red dot, and the strange thing was that the blood dripped on the little bamboo man, and there was no movement in the bamboo garden.

At this time, I was a little anxious, although I was just a coffin bearer and didn't know much about the metaphysics of Taoism, but I knew that the blood of some Taoist priests dripping on the body of the 'gods' would definitely change somewhat.

However, nothing has changed at all.

Qing Xuanzi's next sentence solved the doubts in my heart, and he said with a terrible face: "We were fooled, I didn't hesitate to use my own essence and blood to test 'Grandma Fuxiao' just now, and found that this thing turned out to be a little bamboo man, and he didn't go through the Taoist priest to ask for a spirit at all." ”

He said please the spirit, I know that this little bamboo man was originally an ordinary bamboo, even if it is made into a human form, it is still an ordinary bamboo, only through the Taoist priest to invite the spirit, that is, the so-called, the gods in the sky are invited to this little bamboo man.

And now, Qing Xuanzi said that Xiaozhu didn't invite the spirit, so all this is an illusion. However, I remember Wang Xi said that his grandmother invited this 'Grandma Fershaw' to give birth to his father.

However, now Qing Xuanzi said that this little bamboo man did not invite the spirit, to put it bluntly, it is a copycat, and it is impossible to bless people, and all this seems to be back to the same place, making the whole thing confusing.

I asked Qing Xuanzi why he said that Xiaozhu was fake, and he told me that the blood of Taoist priests contains 'Dao' in it, which belongs to the extreme yang, and although the 'gods' are in the sky, according to the five elements of yin and yang, the 'gods' belong to yin, and when yin and yang are fused, some supernatural phenomena will occur.

After listening to his explanation, I was stunned, when the deceased made this thing, how did it be so realistic, even the details were so realistic, could it... Years ago, she knew someone would look at this thing?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, if this is the case, then the dead are too terrible, and everything is calculated so precisely, maybe as Qing Xuanzi said, the dead are not good.

"Chen Baxian, since this 'Grandma Fuxiao' is fake, the source of the plague is the corpse of the deceased, let's start from this aspect first, this is a funeral, you are the best, I can only give you advice on the side." Qing Xuanzi said.

I nodded, but didn't speak, my mind kept wondering why the dead man did this? What is the benefit of doing this, as the saying goes, 'the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit', and the deceased should not go to such great lengths to do some useless acts.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't come up with a reason, so he and Qing Xuanzi checked the dead chickens in the bamboo garden, looked at it for a long time, and the result was the plague.

Subsequently, the two of us discussed for a while, and decided to let people fence off this bamboo garden, strictly prohibit anyone from entering, and make the matter of the mound first.

In this regard, I was a little worried, one was afraid that during the funeral, the plague would spread, and the other was a little uneasy, always thinking that something would happen.

Qing Xuanzi's explanation to me was that the mound was a bit special, and if it wasn't done well, it would make other ghosts sleep in it, so you had to get it done first, and this thing could be pushed back, but it really didn't work, and the doctor could come here to take a look.

When he said this, I was a little moved, but, thinking of the financial conditions of the main family, I still dismissed the idea of asking for a doctor, and led him back to the hall.

When I came to the hall, it was already dark, and a hundred-watt lamp was hung outside the hall, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime.

When Wang Xi saw us coming, he put down the yellow paper in his hand, walked over, and said, "Brother Jiu, what's the situation in Zhuyuan?" ”

I shook my head and said, "I'll explain to you later, let's get the mound in order first." ”

After hearing this, he paused for a moment, and didn't ask anything more, so he said, "It's time to have dinner soon, and after the meal, is there any ceremony?" ”