When I said this, he raised the tile in his hand and smashed it towards the left side of the coffin, and the tile smashed on the coffin with a 'bang' sound, which was very crisp.

Immediately afterwards, the tiles fell to the ground and shook violently a few times, and the stench in the hall increased instead of decreasing.

This made our brows furrow, even the tiles could not break the evil qi of the deceased, and things were a little strange.

Immediately, I told them to pinch their noses, throw them towards the coffin, and burn the yellow paper. After about a minute or two, the stench in the hall became stronger and stronger, mixed with the smell of yellow paper, which made it a little difficult for us to breathe.

"Brother Jiu, what's going on?" Guo Fatzi pinched his nose and asked me.

I frowned, didn't speak, and looked into the coffin, and saw that the seventh set of clothes had actually moved, and I thought I had seen it wrong, so I rubbed my eyes, and looked at it with affection, Made, the clothes really moved.

This scene, not only did I see it, Guo Fatzi and the stammering man stood on both sides of the coffin, as if they had also seen the changes in the coffin.

"Brother Jiu, what's going on?" Guo Fatzi grabbed my arm, and his voice trembled a little.

I was stunned for a moment, and it was not easy to answer this question, I will definitely encounter strange things when doing funerals, but some strange things can be ignored, and strange things like this are rare.

Immediately, I scooped up a handful of incense from the table of the Eight Immortals, gave each of them three, lit it, knelt down towards the coffin, and shouted: "Wang Xi, let your family cry." ”

I did this because I had no choice but to do so, as the so-called things went wrong, there must be a hidden secret, and I only hoped that the cry of my relatives would move the deceased and make her blind.

When Wang Xi heard me say this, he led his family and began to cry, not to mention, the crying at the funeral was more powerful than any magic weapon or treasure weapon, as soon as the cry came out, the seventh set of clothes calmed down, and the smell in the air was much lighter.

As soon as I saw that this method worked, I asked Wang Xi's family to cry to death, and they seemed to feel the changes in the hall, so they tore their throats and cried.

To be honest, I feel a little inexplicable that there will be such a change in the hall, if it is said that the deceased does not want to be buried, but all the paper people and clothes are put in.

If I talk about other reasons, I can't think of it for a while, so I feel that this funeral may not be easy to handle, and there is an evil spirit everywhere.

After crying for about 30 minutes, Wang Xi's family was a little hoarse in their throats, and the stench in the hall disappeared.

After smashing the tiles, I straightened up and shouted to Wang Xi's family: "Once the tiles are broken, Baitai will be safe, prosperous and rich, and the descendants will be prosperous." ”

That Wang Xi seemed to know our Hengyang customs very well, stood up, and took out a red envelope for the three of us, I pinched it, it was quite thin, probably only a few yuan!

I didn't dislike it, took the red envelope, and said some auspicious words to them.

Because of the strange things that happened in the hall, several of us were in a heavy mood, so we sat in the hall and discussed the next filial piety.

When it comes to filial piety, Wang Chengcai looked embarrassed and said: "I'm afraid this thing is not easy to do, the temperament of my sisters, I know very well in my heart, they think that the old mother made a lot of money by arranging flowers during her lifetime, and she usually lacks money and rice, so she came to my house to borrow, our family is even difficult to live, how can there be money to lend to them, in the past three years, they will occasionally come to see the old mother, the last year, even a figure is gone, let them come to the funeral, it costs money, I don't think they will come." ”

"Isn't it, the deceased is their biological mother, and they didn't even come to the funeral?" Guo Fatzi exclaimed on the side.

"Alas!" Wang Chengcai sighed deeply, sent a cigarette to one of us, and said: "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, the old mother did make a lot of money by arranging flowers during her lifetime, but I don't know where the old mother hid, we didn't catch a penny, but my sisters didn't believe it, and said that I wanted to monopolize the old mother's money." ”

"You really didn't get any money?" Stammered and interjected.

"Nope!" Wang Chengcai shook his head and said: "I dare to swear to God, we didn't take a penny of my old mother's money, and sometimes, when I encountered financial embarrassment, I didn't talk to my old mother, I borrowed it from the villagers." ”

"What about the money of the dead?" I was stunned, the flower arrangement industry is very profitable in the countryside, and it can make dozens to hundreds a day, especially in the first month, some powerful fairy women can make thousands of dollars a day, presumably, the deceased is not far behind, and there should be a lot of savings.

"I don't know!" Wang Chengcai took a puff of cigarette and said, "Look at my house, it is in tatters, if you have money, it would have been renovated a long time ago, and you will not let Wang Xi and Chu Yao go out to work at the age of sixteen." ”

Think about it, if Wang Cheng had only gotten the deceased's money, he would not have let Wang Xi's brothers and sisters go out to work early. After all, the only way out in our rural areas is to study, and parents have only one requirement for their children, to study hard and make progress every day, and to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future, and to glorify their ancestors.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered the strange thing in the previous hall, could it be that the deceased's wish was not the oil-paper fan, but her children? That's why that scene happened?

If this is what I think, then what does the dead mean? She arranged flowers before her death, and she must have a very good understanding of funerals and metaphysics, otherwise she would not have invited 'Grandma Fjord'.

Yes, 'Grandma Fershaw', I have always forgotten one thing, that is, whether the deceased is called the 'Grandma Fershaw' invited by the Immortal Wife, or the 'Grandma Fershaw' invited before becoming the Immortal Wife, the question is very important.

So, I looked at Wang Chengcai and asked, "When did the deceased start arranging flowers and fortunes for others?" ”

"55 years, I wasn't born yet." He thought for a moment and said.

Hearing him say this, my mind suddenly became very clear, the deceased began to arrange flowers and fortunes for people in 55 years, and the date written on the 'Grandma Fershaw' was, June 6, 1959.

In other words, it is very likely that the 'Grandma Furshaw' was made by the deceased herself, Made, how could this be, if she got it herself, those embroidery needles may have been inserted by herself.

Thinking of this, I was shocked, why did the deceased do this? I didn't care about hanging filial piety, so I asked Stammering to discuss with Wang Chengcai, and I stood up and rushed towards Zhuyuan.

When he came to the bamboo garden, Qing Xuanzi was squatting in front of 'Grandma Fuxiao', holding her chin with one hand, her face condensed, as if she was thinking about something.

I walked over, squatted beside him, and hurriedly asked, "Dao Chief, did this 'Grandma Fuxiao' come from the deceased himself?"

He glanced up at me, nodded, and said, "Yes, it was indeed invited by the deceased himself." ”

I was a little curious about how he saw it, so I asked him why he said this, and he pouted at the 'Grandma Fuxiao' and said, "Look at the twelve small holes on the bamboo man, each of which has burn marks around it, if we were invited to make this thing, we would never be so careful." The only explanation is that the deceased himself made this thing, and only in this way can each hole be so meticulously made. ”

Hearing this, I looked at the twelve small holes on the body of 'Grandma Fu Xiao', and it was indeed as Qing Xuanzi said, there was a faint black next to those small holes, which should have been scalded with a red-hot wire.

PS: I will be rechecked in the hospital today and will be made up tomorrow.