After reading this, the Qing Xuanzi threw the kitchen knife in his hand towards the sky, which meant to use the kitchen knife to break through the dark clouds, so that God and the deceased could clearly see the situation in the hall in the sky.

After the kitchen knife hit the ground, I didn't know what was going on, and the atmosphere in the hall did not change at all. It is worth mentioning that the woman raised her head slightly, glanced around the hall, as if disappointed, and pressed her head to the ground.

I took all this in my eyes, and without saying anything, I began to recite the prayer in a weeping voice: The sky hangs the curtain, the earth sobs, the hearts of children are broken, and relatives and friends shed tears. (Note: These four sentences are the opening of the sacrificial text.) ）

After reading these four sentences, I glanced at them and continued: "In 2006, when it was almost early spring, other families were busy planting, but I was the most desolate. ”

A sacrifice to my mother, life disasters many, three years old and mother, eight years old without a father, sent to the uncle's family, fourteen married husband, gave birth to several daughters, but the incense is broken, and the husband quarrels, please God to the bamboo garden, four three gave birth to a child, the sky is ruthless tears, four four and husband separated, yin and yang are separated, alone to care for children.

Two sacrifices to my mother, life is bumpy, seven years old farmland, nine years old will be seedlings, ten years old cattle lead, eleven needlework, twelve heart sorrows, thirteen boudoir waiting, fifteen birth descendants, sixteen to forty, pregnant to do farm work, after the Tao flower arrangement, and natural disasters, in order to fill the stomach and hunger, wandering around, after giving birth to a child, when there is no care, send a few sisters to take. The loving mother is like a man, carrying the beams of the family, regardless of the pain, she just wants to keep the family, and when the child is an adult, the loving mother is not resting, she is busy all day long, eating and sleeping in the open, and the misery is unspeakable.

In 1986, when the son married his wife, he was happy for the child's face, the loving mother often endured hunger, held a big joy for the child, gave the child thick rice to eat, and the hot mother's own meal, three meals a day, the loving mother was often worried, compared with her peers, only I lived a sweet life.

Three sacrifices to my mother, a lot of virtuous people, no boasting in front of people, no gossip behind the back, home and neighbors, get along with true and kind, live a lifetime, do not blush with others, their own frugality, but abundance in others, children and grandchildren as an example, neighbors praise models.

Four sacrifices to my mother, there are a lot of pains, in 1959, gave birth to a child, since then the disease continues, three days a small illness, nine days a big illness, fortunately, the mother is blessed, the life from the king of Hades robbery, health to seventy-five, sick and riddled with pain, three years of bed pain, mother's temperament changed, not a child is not unfilial, the bag is really shy, when there is money and no money, the heart of the mother.

Sadly farming, making more than three fingers of money, no money for the mother's doctor, the mother's longevity is getting higher, the daughter-in-law is filial to the bed, the feces and urine are in the middle of the hand, only for the mother's body, the emperor does not bless people, the mother is returning to the immortal, a thousand voices are not returned, ten thousand crying and crying are not there, the family sacrifice at night, the mother is knowledgeable, the filial piety of the child is there, and the mother is good in the underworld, and the family is rich and noble in the next life.

After reading this memorial text, the people who knelt on the ground cried, especially Wang Xi and Wang Chuyao, who couldn't cry anymore, perhaps, it was the first time they heard about the life experience of the deceased.

I don't know what's going on, my throat is very hoarse, I poured three glasses of water in a row, and my throat is still a little itchy, but fortunately, Qing Xuanzi got me a talisman, saying that it can relieve my throat problem.

To this day, I can still clearly remember the appearance of the talisman, only two fingers large, yellowed, with some symbols drawn with cinnabar pens, the symbols are very strange, just like the current English, I can vaguely recognize the last word is, Qin.

He put the talisman on the spot of my voice, and after a few more incantations, the itching was gone, and my throat was almost restored.

This was the first time in my life that I experienced the magic of Chinese Taoism, and in my later career, I found that Taoism is not like the folk legend of deception, some powerful Taoist priests do have supernatural abilities, but they are not as exaggerated as people think.

I asked Qing Xuanzi what kind of talisman it was, it was so powerful. He said that when reciting the sacrificial text, it will make the ghosts lingering around emit an aura, which affects people's voices, and the function of the talisman is to dispel that aura. Of course, because the prayer is recited in a crying tone, it will more or less hurt the vocal cords, and this thing cannot be cured with a talisman, and it will eventually need to be treated with medicine.

By the time their voices had almost recovered, the people kneeling on the ground had stopped sobbing, and each of them had two lines of tears on their faces, and several people were already crying, including Wang Chengcai, Wang Xi, Wang Chuyao, and a woman, who seemed to be the youngest daughter of the deceased.

I looked at them, asked them to stand up, lit three sticks of incense and gave them them, and asked them to say a few auspicious words towards the coffin, and finally put the incense in front of the coffin.

Do this well, then Wang Xi and his son, one of them gave me a red envelope, a pack of cigarettes, the red envelope is very thin, it is estimated to be a hundred yuan, and the cigarette is five yuan of the kind of white sand.

"Brother Jiu, I've worked hard for you, a little heart, and I hope you don't dislike it." Wang Xi handed me the cigarette and the red envelope.

I was not polite, stretched out my hand to take the red envelope and cigarettes, and said: "The life of the deceased is hard enough, as a descendant of you, you should be more filial, and then you will find a tray, load three animals and three kinds of fruits, and put it on the right side of the coffin, hoping that the deceased can feel your filial piety in the spirit of heaven." ”

He nodded, and was about to look for these things, but I grabbed him and asked, "How is the grave well dug?" I hope that the coffin will be carried up the mountain and buried before four o'clock in the morning, so that I will have time to take care of other things for you, otherwise it will invite some disaster. ”

He was stunned and asked me what I was going to do. I thought about it for a while, but I didn't tell him what it was, so I said, "Bury the coffin first, and the rest will be said after dawn. ”

He glanced outside the hall and said, "I found it, they are all villagers from our village, they are now digging the grave well, and when I come back, the grave has been dug for 30 centimeters." ”

When he said this, I forgot one thing and asked him, "Where is the grave?" Who was looking for it? ”

He glanced at me, and said in a heavy tone: "Grandma looked for the cemetery by herself before her death, so I never let you go to the cemetery, this is not the red envelope of our family's stinginess, but grandma's last wish, we are children and grandchildren, only respect the wishes of the elderly." ”

I nodded, expressing my understanding, this funeral is three days, strictly speaking, it is two days, a little urgent, plus the deceased has too many doubts, I have always forgotten that the grave was not found, fortunately, the deceased was prepared before his death, otherwise, this funeral really can't be done.

Sometimes, I have to say that the funeral seems simple, and only by participating in it will you know the complicated doorway inside.

Then, that Wang Xi walked out, it should be to prepare the tray, and I was also idle, so I sat on the side of the hall with Qing Xuanzi. The relatives of the deceased, who are busy with the things at hand, are preparing for the next funeral.

At this moment, a person I didn't expect was standing in front of us, none other than Wang Xi's mother, the daughter-in-law of the deceased, who seemed to have something to say to us.

ps: In just a few hundred words, Xiao Jiu has been tinkering with it since yesterday, and the update has been a little slower, forgive me. Xiao Jiu originally planned to pass through this sacrificial text, but in order to let everyone understand the sacrificial text in the funeral, he still wrote a few hundred words. This chapter should vote for a monthly ticket and a recommended vote!