I beckoned to the little boy and said, "Little friend, how about my brother teach you to play a game?" ”

"What game?" He asked me suspiciously.

"You take the three pillars of incense, go around the grave, and say, 'I didn't mean to.'" No matter how heavy your feet are, you have to complete a turn. As I spoke, I lit the three-pillar incense stick and stuffed it in his hand, "Finish this game, will my brother take you to the town to buy toys?" ”

"Okay, pull hook, you can't lie to me!" He innocently told me that the two of us symbolically pulled the hook, and the little boy took the three pillars of incense and circled around the grave.

At the beginning of the half circle, the little boy walked very easily, and when he reached the second half of the circle, I obviously saw that the little boy's face was a little wrong, and the three pillars of fragrance in his hand were faintly tending to go out.

"Mom, my feet are so heavy! Can't walk! When he reached the end of the grave, the little boy knelt down with his legs weakened, and cried out to Li Hazi's daughter-in-law.

Seeing this situation, everyone present was so frightened that they all knelt down, Li Hazi's daughter-in-law cried even louder, kowtowed to the ground, and cried in her mouth, "Old man, the child is still young, he doesn't understand anything, if there is anything that offends you, you must forgive him, he is the only seedling you left me!" ”

Lang Gao knelt on the ground, looked at me, and asked, "Chen Baxian, what's going on?" My cousin is my uncle's own son, how can my uncle harm him? ”

I glanced at him and said, "After a person dies, his consciousness is very blurred, he can't tell who is who, he can only rely on his aura to judge, if someone rushes to the aura, that person will be unlucky, no matter who that person is, even if it is his own son, it is no exception." ”

"So what now?" Lang Gao asked.

"You can only look at the meaning of the deceased, if you can awaken part of the consciousness of the deceased, the child can circle around the grave, and if you can't wake up, I'm afraid that the child will continue to be seriously ill and minor in the future." I explained, and shouted to Li Hazi's daughter-in-law, "Auntie, cry sadly, those relatives next to you can also cry louder." ”

As soon as the words ended, the cry of the whole cemetery was several tens of decibels, and I gave the little boy an encouraging look and said, "Little friend, kneel down, kowtow to your father, and say a few words that he usually tells you." ”

"Woo woo, brother, my feet are so heavy that I can't lift them!" The little boy wept and said, but, as I was told, he said something that father and son often said.

At the same time, I took out a stack of yellow paper, squeezed it with both hands and turned it around, dividing the pile into a circle, which looked a bit like a lotus flower from a distance, and with a shake of my hand, the yellow paper was thrown towards the grave, and then I lit a piece of yellow paper and threw it into the grave.

With this fire primer, the yellow paper in the grave began to burn, and it made a strange sound, a 'crackling' sound, something like the sound of firecrackers, and I was overjoyed, and shouted at the little boy, "Stand up and finish that little road!" ”

This trick is often used in burial, tombstones, some Taoist disciples call it, 'lotus seal', we eight immortals like to call burning flowers, some people with common sense in burial will use this trick, its effect is that it can burn part of the grave and the grievances of the dead.

The little boy listened to me, and without thinking about it, he ran away, and in a few moments he had finished the last bit of the road, and then collapsed to the ground in collapse, breathing heavily.

Strange to say, the little boy ran that distance, the speed of the yellow paper burning gradually slowed down, and the sound of 'crackling' disappeared, Lang Gao asked me if this scene just now was delaying the auspicious time, I said, the chicken blood dripping into the grave is already the beginning of the ceremony, not a delay in the hour.

With this episode, everyone present was frightened, and no one dared to speak, quietly watching me standing alone at the grave.

I found a bamboo rattan stick, glued a piece of yellow paper on it, smoothed out the small mark of the tomb, and then burned three catties of yellow paper in the tomb, and then sprinkled some grains into it, and then caught a rooster, touched a knife, and poured the chicken blood from the bead of the Linglong blood tablet.

After the chicken blood dyed the back of the Linglong blood monument red, I asked the eight immortals to move the tombstone to the tombwell, the four eight immortals stood on the grave pile to hold the tombstone, Guo Fatzi and Chen Tiannan stood on the left and right to adjust the angle of the tombstone, and one stood in the distance to watch the balance line between the tombstone and the tombstone.

This tombstone must stand in the middle of the grave, not a little off, and the left and right sides can not deviate from the position of the grave, so the eyes of the person watching the position must be particularly good.

The hard work of shoveling soil, of course, is me, but this first shovel of soil can only be done by the eldest son of the deceased, but the little boy refuses to die, saying that there is a ghost, and in the end there is no way, so he can only let Lang Gao replace it.

Lang Gao asked me if this kind of thing could be done on my behalf, and I said, logically speaking, this matter could not be done on my behalf, considering that the money for this tombstone was paid by him. Lang Gao nodded, took the shovel from my hand, and shoveled a shovel of dirt into the graveyard.

Afterwards, I picked up some large stones from nearby and placed them next to the Linglong Blood Monument, and filled in the soil from the grave well, which was a little insufficient, and barely stabilized the tombstone.

"A little to the left!" The tall guy stood not far away and shouted, listening to this, Guo Fatzi pushed the tombstone to the left a little and asked, "Is it right?"

The senior guy stretched out a thumb and put it in front of his eyes, closed one eye and measured it, and said, "I pushed too much, the position is not correct, just push a little to the right." ”

After several adjustments, the senior guy finally said, "That's it, the location is just right!" ”

A few of us took turns to stand in the position of the tall guy to see, the position was indeed very positive, so we used shovels to pluck the dirt, and at a glance, the height of the tomb was one inch shorter than the horizontal line of the Linglong Blood Monument, and we needed to dig some more soil to fill in the height.

I asked Li Hazi's daughter-in-law where there was loose stone and sand to dig up, and she stretched out her finger and pointed to a small hill 100 meters away and said that the soil there was relatively loose, and the stone and sand were usually dug there for tombstones.

Fortunately, the tools for piling graves in the morning are in the cemetery, we took some tools and went to the small hill to dig stones and sand.

Guo Fatzi muttered as he walked, "Why can't you take materials nearby, you have to run so far, dig up the dirt and pick it up, isn't it taking off your pants and farting, it's a big move!" ”

I glared at him and said, "The underworld is similar to the yang, and every grave is a home. If you are not afraid of death, you can dig and they will come to you in the evening. ”

As soon as he heard this, Guo Fatzi shrank his neck in fright and said, "I want to live a few more years, so let's go to that small hill to dig!" ”