It was already dark at dinner, and two kerosene lamps were lit on the table, according to the requirements of Master Yang, a table of vegetarian dishes for dinner, and a whole table of dishes in the middle of the night after finishing the ritual, which table was the main meal, regardless of meat and vegetarian. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

My mother cooked quickly and well, and the table was full, even though it was all Sulai, which made me drool when I saw it. There are golden southern claws, pink and white bamboo heads, emerald green robu tassels (young leaves), yellow oil tofu, snow-white water tofu, crisp and tender dried bamboo shoots, the most rare thing is that there is a big bowl of fragrant wild mountain mushrooms (wild mushrooms), which was picked up by my mother and sister yesterday on the back of the fir tree mountain, the dried bamboo shoots are dried by bamboo shoots dug in the spring, the tofu is ground by home, and the others are also home-grown.

Yang Shigong, Zeng Chenggong, Zeng Qinghu, Liu Laoman, Zhou Limin, plus my father and me, seven people sat around the table.

Except for Master Yang, these people have a very good relationship with my family, they are all friends of my father when he was at home, and they are all thirty-seven or eighty-eight but forty years old.

The captain Zeng Chenggong has a Chinese face, a wide forehead, sword eyebrows and big eyes, and a heroic face, and is one of the beautiful men in our village. The captain Liu Laoman is of medium stature, dark and stout, and powerful, and his family is an ancestral carpenter. Zeng Qinghu is the third team next door, the ancestral craftsman, tall and lean, with long hands and feet, while Zhou Limin is much shorter, sitting on a stool with Zeng Qinghu, the top of his head only reaching his ears.

The old rule is that women and children can't go to the table when outsiders are there, so I was called to the table by Master Yang and sat next to him. My mother, my sister and my little sister could only wait until we men had finished eating. I saw my sister's mouth pouting high, and she looked unhappy.

I smirked at her. With Master Yang by his side, any demons and monsters will be caught by him, and I am not afraid at all.

My sister rolled her eyes at me and scolded, "Death." “

Everyone laughs. Master Yang said not to talk about those old rules, and asked his mother and sister to add a stool and eat together, but his mother insisted.

Didn't drink alcohol and ate dinner quickly. Yang Shigong said that he would have a good drink after finishing the rituals.

I only know that Master Yang wants to exorcise ghosts for me at night, and I invite these people to help. After eating, my father gave out cigarettes and mixed tea. After resting for a while and arranging the things to wait for, Master Yang got up, and everyone went to the hall together.

Most of the halls in the courtyard of the countryside are similar, and they all have shrines for the ancestral tablets. A shrine was built in the middle of the gable wall of my hall, and a horse lamp was placed on the table of the eight immortals under the shrine, and my father added a kerosene lamp in the other corner, and the room was bright.

The old shrine is empty, there is no statue of the gods and Buddhas and there is no ancestral tablet, a white red paper is pasted in the middle, the book "the god of the ancestors of the Meng family", on both sides of the shrine is a couplet: "Loyal and generous heirloom for a long time, poetry and books continue to be long" horizontal criticism: "Zude Liufang". I don't know how many years I've been pasting on the pan-colored red paper.

Yang Shigong opened the bag and took out a small wooden plaque, the small wooden plaque is like a small pu fan, very old, and at a glance you know that it is an old object for many years. It depicts an ancient man sitting cross-legged. Yang Shigong put it vertically in the liter full of rice, there was no incense burner, with a broken bowl to fill some of the ashes of the stove that still had sparks, inserted a few cedar crumbs, only for a while, the room was filled with a faint cypress aroma, Yang Shigong asked his mother to offer three animals to drink and eat.

The mother brought over the prepared tray (a wooden rectangular tray) with a bowl of pork, a chicken, a fish, a pot of wine, a few wine glasses, and a pair of chopsticks.

Master Yang stretched out his hand to take it, put them on the table one by one, lit the candles and inserted them, grabbed a stack from the large stack of paper money that his father had just placed on the table, kneaded and tore them, lit them with candles, and melted them outside the door. When I burn paper, I have words in my mouth, and I can't hear what is being said.

Zeng Chenggong and Liu Laoman leaned against the wall, sat on the bench by the door of the ear room, and took me to sit by the door of the ear room opposite according to Master Yang's instructions. We leaned inside close to the Eight Immortals Table, and Zeng Qinghu and Zhou Limin sat on a bench outside. Mother and sister crowded into the door with their sister to look out into the hall. Everyone was silent and watched Master Yang busy.

According to what Yang Shigong said, I was entangled by the mandrill (a fierce ghost in the legend), so that the mandrill road is not deep, and my life is noble, it will not hurt my life for a while, but after a long time, my yang energy is insufficient, and the yin energy is flourishing, and the body will get worse and worse, and the consequences are really unpredictable.

His practice has a famous name, called "patting the water plate". One is to send the mandrill away so that it will not harm people in our village, and the second is to catch my soul and retrieve my soul that has been taken away by the mandrill.

Yang Shigong bowed and read words. After a while, he took out a handful of peachwood short executioners from his bag, and took out a large stack of yellow paper, brushes, cinnabar, and other things like a trick.

His old bag was like a treasure chest, and I could see that he had taken a lot of things out, and it seemed that there were quite a few strange things inside. I couldn't help but want to look at it, of course it was impossible, just think about it.

Master Yang placed the yellow paper brush, carefully mixed the cinnabar, then pinched a trick in his left hand, danced a peachwood sword in his right hand, and circled in the hall with a strange step, and stopped for about a quarter of an hour. I quickly drew the symbols on the yellow paper, one after another, and I guess I drew more than a dozen.

Putting down the brush, Yang Shigong turned around and handed the talisman to everyone and said: "This is the talisman I just drawn, one for each person, put it close to you, and pretend not to know what you see or hear later, let alone panic and be afraid." By the way, you are a cadre, if you don't believe it or are afraid of bad influence, you will throw away the talisman. “

The Fire Burner is the nickname of the captain who has succeeded. He smiled and said, "It doesn't ask me to eat or wear, why should I throw it away?" Whether the cadres are cadres or not has nothing to do with this, and I don't admit any of them when I go out of the door. “

Master Yang smiled, turned around and beckoned to me, and I walked over. He asked his mother to fetch half a bowl of water, stretched out his left hand to catch it, grabbed a piece of talisman paper from the table with his right hand, lit it on the candle flame, and quickly moved it over the bowl and stroked, muttering a spell in his mouth. As the ashes of the rune paper burned out fell into the water bowl, I finally heard his last sentence: "I am as anxious as the law."

"Drink it all in one go."

Master Yang handed me the bowl. I looked at the black paper ash floating on the surface of the water, hesitated for a moment before drinking half a bowl of water in one go. Master Yang pulled up the black and white twine with both hands, took a breath, swiped it from my forehead to the back of my head, and after repeating it three times, he rolled the two-color twine into a small rope and tied it to my left wrist. Tell me not to untie or cut it off unless it falls off on its own.

After that, he grabbed a handful of rice in the shengzi where the grandfather's tablet was inserted, put it to his mouth and sighed three times, asked his mother to wrap it in a handkerchief, put it under my pillow, and take it out and cook it for me to eat after seven days.

It's over. Master Yang instructed my father to take me to bed, and I was going to see him perform Dharma and arrest me. The ghosts and demons are not sleepy at all at this time. Definitely reluctant to go to bed at this time.

I glanced at him and wanted to say I didn't want to sleep and let me sit for a while. But when I looked at this, before I could say anything, I immediately felt extremely tired and sleepy, and I wanted to fall asleep.

I still remember that Master Yang's eyes were like two quiet deep wells, clear and quiet, and at that moment I had no desire, I just wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep.

It turned out that I really fell asleep and fell asleep before I got to the bedside. Sleep soundly. My father took off my shoes. It wasn't until eight o'clock the next morning that my mother woke me up.

I don't know what happened after that night, but my sister and mother followed me the whole time, and it was pretty much what I saw. The next day, I learned the details from my sister and mother's account.

Shortly after I went to bed, at about ten o'clock, Master Yang led everyone to the side of the road outside the house near the stream, and instructed Zeng Chenggong and Zhou Limin to guard the south of the road with torches, and Liu Laoman and Zeng Qinghu to guard the east and north of the road with torches respectively. Facing the west, Yang Shigong put wine and food on the ground, lit a large pile of paper money after a chatter, poured rice on the grass by the fire, and stood there motionless with a cane in hand, but his eyes seemed to be closed, as if he was staring at the dark night ahead.

There is always wind in the secluded wilderness, and sometimes people can't feel it, and even the weeds feel out of order. The flames and smoke of the fire are extremely sensitive, and even the slightest wind will drift the smoke of the flames. At that time, it was a slight east wind, and the tongue of fire of the paper money licked to the west, and the green smoke also drifted and rose to the west.

A small whirlwind arose on the ground, and the dead leaves on the ground in front of the fire swirled and flew up, and for a while the green smoke was swirling, and the flicking paper money flames swirled the flowers into the air. The people scattered on three sides were cold, Yang Shigong "puffed", waved his sleeve in his left hand, and in the shouting and scolding of "bah", the cane in his right hand passed over the fire sharply, and then the sword finger of his left hand stood erect in front of his chest, and the crutch in his right hand quickly moved in the fire.

The wind and waves are calm, the paper money is burned out, and only the remaining smoke rises and passes away with the wind in the dark night.

Yang Shigong's left hand flipped, his thumb quickly flicked between the rest of the knuckles, clamped the cane under his armpit, and his right hand felt out the sharp angle hexagram from the pocket, pinched the tips of the thumb and index finger, and threw it on the ground with a "porphyry" sound between the staggered movements. But even if I saw that everyone didn't know how to interpret the hexagram.

Putting away the sharp horn hexagram on the ground, Master Yang led everyone back to the house. Then began to arrange, Zeng Chenggong Zhou Limin, who was holding a torch, went to the south, also in the direction of the village entrance, and Zeng Qinghu and Liu Laoman went north. The four men were instructed to look for live creatures within a mile of the wilderness, such as frogs and crickets, for about half an hour, regardless of whether they caught a live creature or not, and they must return when they heard the horns blowing, but they could not be empty-handed, and they could pull a handful of grass if they did not catch a live creature.

At about eleven o'clock, Master Yang blew the horns at the gate of my house, and a few minutes later, Zeng Chenggong and Liu Laoman came back one after another. Zeng Chenggong really caught a frog, Zhou Limin caught a vole, Liu Laoman caught a crab, Zeng Qinghu took out a sparrow, and the four of them returned with a full load, one by one giggling and sending a bus to Yang Shi.

Master Yang laughed and said continuously: "Okay! Good! Victory, success, good luck. “

The next scene allowed several people to witness the magic of Master Yang again.

Several people returned to the hall, Yang Shigong took the frog from Zeng Chenggong's hand, touched the back of his head and blew a breath, and put his hand on the ground, the frog did not move. Then he took the vole, crab and sparrow from Zhou Limin, Liu Laoman and Zeng Qinghu in turn, and put them on the ground after doing the same, but they were all motionless.

The frog squatted on the ground and could not see any movement, the crab closed the big clamp, the remaining eight legs kept wriggling, but they did not crawl a step, the vole and the sparrow stared at the little tempeh, and lay on the ground, looking to be trembling slightly, and there was no sign of escape.

It's incredible. Especially the vole that Zhou Limin grabbed with all his effort to dig mud and pry stones, he was still squeaking and struggling for his life just now, and he actually fell to the ground like a pug. Except for the astonishment, everyone only bowed, no one spoke, and the sound of kerosene lamps and lamps could be heard quietly in the room.

The expressions of everyone Yang Shigong have seen a lot, and he doesn't care at all. Solemnly made a compilation of the ancestral tablet on the table of the Eight Immortals, pinched a trick, muttered words that no one could hear clearly, walked from the hall to my bedside, reached out and stroked my head three times from front to back in my sleep, and returned to the hall.

The frogs and voles on the ground in the hall were still in the old side, and Master Yang beckoned Zeng Chenggong to catch them separately, and went out of the hall and down the steps to the intersection of Qianping Road.

Master Yang took the small animals one by one in his hand, blew a breath, patted them gently, and put them on the ground. The frog jumped off the road with a "plop" and went down to the stream, and the vole "swished" into the dark depths, but the sparrow was obviously stunned for a while, and flapped its wings in cringe for a few steps before crashing into the night, only the crab, dancing a pair of large pincers, slowly rampant on the road.

After all the living creatures were released, Master Yang returned to the hall and removed the ancestral tablet, poured the rice from the table into a small cloth bag, and put it into his "treasure box" of the "Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge" along with those miscellaneous objects. At this point, the ceremony was successfully concluded.

It was midnight. My father sat in the hall with everyone smoking, drinking tea, and talking nonsense, while my mother and sister were busy in the kitchen. Although I left a small piece of everything for me to eat the next day, I still drooled unconsciously when I heard my sister tell it, after all, in what era, such a sumptuous meal is rare three or two times a year.