The first time I actually saw a funeral ceremony in my mind and recorded it clearly was when my grandfather died, when I was five years old.

Grandpa died of lung disease, it was difficult to breathe when he died, and his memory had begun to form at the age of five, and at four o'clock in the afternoon, many relatives in the family gathered around his grandfather's bed.

The old man on the bed had his eyes wide open, his throat seemed to be blocked by phlegm, and every breath was accompanied by "snort, snort"

sounds.

The children were trying hard to call out their father, every time they said "Daddy"

It was probably the last time he heard it, and I remember that I was the only grandchild with him at the time, because the other siblings were older than me, and they were still on their way back from school.

The adults asked me to call Grandpa, but the more people there were, the more shy I seemed to become, and the more reluctant I became, so I went to the yard to play alone, and overturned a Yamaha motorcycle that was very high-end at the time.

For that, I beat him very hard, and at about seven o'clock in the evening, Cha Wenbin buried his grandfather, that is, he carried people from the door panel to the coffin.

At that time, I was still young, and it seemed that I had inherited Lao Xia's talent in some aspects, and I saw a few strange people in white clothes walking over with my grandfather on the bridge, and later I realized that it was Yincha.

It is said that after death, there will be a yin cha to pick up, the yin cha will take you up to the Huangquan Road, across the Nai He Bridge, they can cross the Yin and Yang worlds, they are from the underworld of the soul messenger.

It's not terrible, it's just a job for them.

There is no conflict between them and us, there is no intersection, and you don't even know that they pass by yourself every day, and when the shadow comes to you one day, it means that everything is over...... Yes, Yuan Xiaobai has now come to the end of his life, just like the candle on the altar, although it is swaying its candlelight very hard, but the flames have been smaller and smaller, and they are finally about to burn out.

For life and death, Cha Wenbin has a very light view, he has not known who his parents are since he was born, and he has never even said goodbye to his relatives in person over the years.

Ma Sufeng is a cultivator, since he was a child, he instilled in this beloved disciple the life principle of life and death, wealth in the sky, in his opinion, life and death are like flowers blooming and falling, it is so natural, so logical.

At seven or eight o'clock in the night, Cha Wenbin was quietly half-squatting in front of the coffin, there was an iron pot on the ground, half of the paper ashes in the pot were full, and the flickering embers were like deformed and distorted human faces.

On the desk, several tributes also accumulated a layer of paper ashes, like snowflakes, and the room was filled with the fishy smell peculiar to the burning of incense, candles, and paper money.

Even if the window is opened, it will take half a month to disperse, and rural people also call it mourning.

The door is now ajar, I am afraid that there are still good people waiting outside the house to watch, and after a long time of smoke and fire, Cha Wenbin's eyes have become very red and swollen.

He felt very cold all day, the fire in the brazier was burning very strongly, and the expensive solid wood coffin had the slightest crack in the paint, which was to make the fire bake.

The paper man and paper horse in the room are now his companions, those things are really not good, Cha Wenbin glanced at the boys and girls on both sides with some contempt, the red rouge on his face and the green clothes on his body looked so rough, compared with Master Lin of the time-honored brand 'Shou Linxiang' in northwest Zhejiang, it was simply garbage, and the price of this thing was sold at a very high price.

Cha Wenbin is probably a little tired, he has been squatting there for almost a whole day, and his thighs have long been gone.

Staring at the virgin's half-cracked mouth, Cha Wenbin always felt that the paper man was laughing at him, and vaguely he even felt that he could hear the virgin "giggle"

Gotta laugh.

casually picked up a cold steamed bun on the plate, which was a tribute, and smashed it towards the girl in the green dress with crooked melons and cracked dates.

Impartiality just hit her in the face, this is good, the neck was originally connected to the body with a bamboo stick, but it was smashed like this, completely crooked, and it looked more and more ugly.

This was so ugly that Cha Wenbin was happy himself, and simply crossed his legs and said to the paper man: "Hehe, look at your unlucky appearance, who can ask such a stupid girl as you as a maid." ”

The more he looked at the paper figure, the more funny he felt, and he couldn't stop "giggling"

Gotta laugh, laugh laugh, he started crying, crying...... He can't bear it, he's uncomfortable, he wants to talk to people.

Later, Cha Wenbin did countless funerals for others, always with a straight face, never showing any expression, I even thought he was an emotionless person for a while, and later I learned that he also had love.

The damn bell was ringing again, and every time the bell rang it would vibrate repeatedly in the three-story old house, "Bell Bell ......"

, which was much louder than the evil bell in his hand.

On the pointer, midnight has come, Cha Wenbin massaged his legs vigorously, numb all day, patted the paper embers on his pants and shoulders, and straightened the clothes on his body.

got up, looked up and glanced at the beauty in the coffin, his face flushed, as if he had drunk too much wine.

"What a beautiful ......"

His voice had begun to be hoarse, and slowly in the hazy vision, there was a skylight in the front of the coffin, which was a layer of transparent glass, just facing Xiaobai's face.

Several thick stacks of yellow paper were gently moved by him, the size was about the same as the skylight, and when it was completely covered, he took the canopy ring ruler in his arms and pressed it up, even if the big yin wind could not blow it open.

He whispered to the coffin, "No one but me is qualified to see you now, including them......"

It's time to hit the road, just like the send-off on the platform in the train station, each two cars have their established routes and tracks, and the passengers on them have already bought a ticket for the end of their lives.

"Squeak"

, the door was opened, and there were three vertical black runes on the door beam.

Midnight in Shanghai was the beginning of a brightly lit day, and the courtyard of the Yuan family was indeed as silent as death.

"Wow"

Suddenly, Cha Wenbin grabbed a handful of paper money and threw it into the sky, and suddenly, the paper money turned into fallen leaves and fell everywhere.

Now Cha Wenbin is like a mourning dog that has been drenched in the rain, he is trembling under this roof with his tail between his legs, and suddenly his eyes flashed, and he roared with a loud voice: "Leave the old house and live in the new house, and the dead will go to the West; There are jade pillars in the sky and beams in the ground, and life and death are stable and prosperous; Ascend to the Bliss Correction Fruit early, and bury the descendants of great auspiciousness. ”

In his hand was a small gong, similar to a plate for dinner, made of copper, with a hole in one end and a red ribbon tied to it.

Carrying the gong, "bell"

I knocked it down, and I roared in a loud voice: "Soul chicken, soul chicken, you take the dead to return to the west." Above the West Heaven becomes a Buddha, and the family will always be protected from generation to generation. ”

After all, there was a bamboo basket at his feet, and there was a big rooster with a reed flower in the basket, which was dozing off at this time, and was pulled out by Cha Wenbin.

The knife fell, and it happened to cut off the comb of one-third of the size on the top of the rooster's head, and the rooster really woke up at this time, and it hurt so much that it was about to blow up.

Cha Wenbin took advantage of the situation and threw the rooster into the yard, and the rooster seemed to be liberated, and finally escaped the clutches of the enemy, and suddenly scurried around.

The more the chicken hurts, the faster it runs, and the faster it runs, the more the comb on the top of its head bleeds.

Along with its handsome chicken feathers, the chicken blood on the ground was sprinkled with spots, and it went down the steps of the gate to the courtyard door.

This is the highest courtesy for the yin, which is equivalent to the current red carpet.

Rooster blood is a thing to ward off evil spirits, things in the yin division are afraid of it, one of the nemesis of lonely souls and wild ghosts, it is said that the things in the underworld are afraid of it because the rooster crows to dawn, and the dawn does not belong to their world, so the rooster is also a representative of yang.

But the yin difference is different, to put it a little mysteriously, the yin difference is a civil servant, people are organized, and they eat imperial grain.

They are not ghosts, they are actually low-level immortals, similar to the Shanghai Beach patrol houses in the past.

These things, there are guys in their waists, they have rights in their hands, and the dead people don't care what you do in front of you, and they are all prisoners in front of them.

Rooster blood can make ghosts afraid, but it can't hurt the yin, but as soon as the ghost comes out and sees the chicken blood all over the ground, he will be scared and shiver, and then he will enter the industry, and he will be immediately eaten a dismount, which is more against the image of the yincha to engage in great might, isn't it?

Therefore, it is very interesting to look at Chinese customs and culture, even if it is religious or folk tradition, all of them reveal such thoughtful little details.

There is no communication between the Taoist priests and the Yin Cha, to put it bluntly, the Yin Cha looks down on the Taoist priests, and the Taoist priests often have to rely on the Yin Cha to help.

What is a ritual?

After the person died, the Taoist priests sang and danced in the deceased's house with peachwood swords in their hands, what do you think they are doing?

If it sounds good, it's called a supernatural revenant, and if it sounds ugly, it's actually a sycophant to the yin.

Ninety percent of the Taoist priests don't have the ability to send the souls of the dead to the underworld, if they really want to go down, they will hang up himself, they just entrust those bad people to take care of the dead.

Since it is to ask someone to do something, then it has to be honored, so the children have to burn it desperately, all kinds of candle ingots can be made, don't think that this is for the deceased, he can't take it away, even if he takes it away, it won't be his turn to take it, it's all for the yin.

Cha Wenbin stood outside the house respectfully holding a white lantern, half-bowing his head, he only had to listen with his ears.

The talisman on the door beam is the siren, as long as the yin adults appear, those talismans will be the first to "swish"

Ringing, if anyone sees it in the future, don't think it's blown by the wind, the wind really can't blow that kind of charm, know why not?

Because the talisman painted on it is the gatekeeper of the three Qing people, all of them are stiff paper, a kind of special black paper made in several layers of glutinous rice water soaked and dried, can not be folded or folded, and it is impossible to bend, because it will be broken when bent......