The so-called insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the excitement. After all, it's more lively than doorways. In order to make the people who invite them feel lively and the people who watch them feel happy, some meat jokes that were not originally in the script are deliberately set up on the stage, so as to stimulate the audience and get cheers. Therefore, beautiful women who can go on stage are often more open than ordinary women.

It is precisely because of this that the dealer added: "Not only can you give you the venue, but the beauties on the stage will also give you cooperation." He thinks that this person who treats money like dung must pretend to be generous for the sake of the beauties on stage. Which of the sons and brothers who threw money and money in the theater didn't win the favor of the actors on stage?

When my father was young, his family was wealthy, and his dress was indeed different from ordinary people. A well-informed bookmaker can naturally see it at a glance.

It's a pity that the well-informed dealer only saw the appearance of his father, but did not see his father's heart.

Hong Xi secretly grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, and said incomprehensibly: "Ma Xiucai, we are here to do business, what are you going to sing on stage?" ”

Grandpa said quietly: "You'll know later." ”

Grandpa got on the stage, asked the men and women on the stage to stand aside, walked to the center by himself, straightened his clothes, and said loudly: "Seeing everyone having so much fun and singing so well, I couldn't help but gamble a few times, and I wanted to have the addiction of singing." It's ugly! ”

After speaking, Grandpa cleared his throat and began to sing.

"A glass of wine is poured full, and I advise the deceased to leave early, and not to suffer at home. Go to Jiangdong with nothing to do, ten peach blossoms and nine trees are red, and one day the wind rises, the flowers fall into the water and the branches are empty, the flowers will come to spring, people can not be resurrected after death, the dead are gone like lights out, and there is no trace in the west sky......"

The "people" under the stage suddenly panicked!

Because what my grandfather sang was not a drama at all, but a persuasion to send the deceased up the mountain after the funeral. This Sutra of Persuasion has the idea and power to drive the souls of the deceased to embark on the Yellow Spring Road.

When sending off Granny Wu's coffin on the old river, the Taoist priest recited this sutra of persuasion. At that time, although Xie Xiaoxiao kept asking this and that, her father still answered her while remembering every word recited by the Taoist priest.

Grandpa said that my grandfather has a good memory, as long as he memorizes things with his heart, he can not only see ten lines at a glance, but also never forget them. But sometimes his memory seems to be very bad, and he only remembers something until it is repeated many times. For example, cooking. Neither my grandfather nor my mother dared to eat the dishes made by my grandfather, either it was too light or too salty. The reason is that my grandfather always forgets whether he has salt in the process of cooking. Sometimes I thought I didn't put it, but in fact, I let it go once, so I put it again; Sometimes I think I have let go of the salt, but in fact I haven't, so I don't put it after I get out of the pot.

It's a pity that I've never eaten my grandfather's cooking.

I asked my grandfather why my grandfather had such a strong memory, but he couldn't remember whether he had let go of salt within a few minutes.

To be fair, memory is a warehouse, and you can't put all the things in the world into it, so you can only have to choose and take, and if you have these things, you have to give up those. Although Grandpa's warehouse was very large, in order to hold as many things as he needed, he had to pick up a small grain of sand in the warehouse and throw it out. And remember that if you don't let go of salt, it's a small grain of sand.

"Two glasses of wine are full of sifting, and the dead will not come back, and they will go to the Eight Immortals in front. The Eight Immortals make fine wine, drink the fine wine and have fun, the dumb can talk after eating, the blind man eats and opens his eyes, the bald man eats long hair, the cripple eats fast walking, and the dead eat fragrant wine, so they are not at ease and at ease......" In a sound of surprise, my father has already begun to read the second paragraph, no longer in the way of singing, and the speed of reading is getting faster and faster.

The souls on and off the stage listened to the Sutra of Death, first panicked, then frightened, and then knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing to Grandpa, begging Grandpa not to continue reading.

Daddy didn't stop and chanted at a faster pace. His lips collided quickly, his expression was calm, his voice was like a bell, and there was an indescribable solemnity, like a Buddha but not a Buddha, like a Tao but not a Tao. When exchanging views on past lives and reincarnation with the masters of Buddhism and Taoism, my grandfather also learned their own tips for chanting sutras, and he listened to the monks say that the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures should give people a sense of calm and serenity, and listening to the voice of Taoist priests reciting Taoist scriptures should give people a sense of detachment. And he listens to both, and seems to be in a class of his own.

The dealer kowtowed to the head and said: "This master, please don't read it anymore, we are innocent ghosts, we were killed by a gang of fierce bandits for no reason, the money was plundered, and the woman's body was insulted." Too heavy injustice is carried in our bodies, and we are unwilling to get rid of it, so we stay here to harm others and vent our personal anger. We know the mistake and will not harm anyone again, so please stop reciting. ”

When the other unjust ghosts heard this, they wept one after another, and each said his own suffering. Some people miss their hometowns, some resent bandits, and some deplore money. But in the end, there is only one purpose, begging Daddy to let them go.

Grandpa knew that the tiger would return to the mountain to leave trouble, so he recited all the scriptures of persuasion, then took a deep breath, and then said: "You have deep grievances, of course I know." But venting one's resentment on others and wanting to pull others into the quagmire is excessive. ”

The dealer for the head said, "Master, you have misunderstood us. We have tricked your friend into coming here, not to ask him to die with us, but to help us move the body and give us a place to rest. It's a plain, there are no mountains to protect from the wind, and there are no trees to shade the sun, and it is uncomfortable for us to die. It's good for us to hurt him, or to lie to him, just to finally get him to find us a good grave. ”

Grandpa said, "I see." But why do you feed him cow dung? ”

The dealer replied, "We have nothing to eat, and we are afraid that he will run away because of hunger, so we have to take the local material." ”

Grandpa said: "Moving the corpse and moving the grave, my friend can't do it for you at all." He is a lascivious gambler, and there is no wasteland at home that you can use, except for a few broken fields for growing rations. But I can help you do that. Although I am not from here, I have a few pieces of land that my ancestors bought here. ”

The ghosts kowtowed.

The dealer thanked: "Thank you for your kindness!" In the next life, you will be rewarded for bumping horses! ”

Grandpa waved his hand and said, "I don't need you to reciprocate, as long as you help me do something." ”

The dealer raised his head and said, "What's the matter?" But we're all dead, and I'm afraid there are some things that can't be done. ”

A gust of wind blew, the grass rolled like waves, and a few trees whined like weeping.

"You can do it. I have an important friend who passed away not long ago, and she was a beautiful girl named Xie Xiaomi. You go over there, help me find more, and if you find it, help me give her a message. Daddy said.

"What?" The dealer asked.

Grandpa was bent on finding Xie Xiaomi, but he never thought about what he would say if he found it. At this time, when asked by the dealer, my father didn't know how to answer. To say that he already knew her mind seemed to mean too little; It doesn't seem appropriate to say that he doesn't dislike her identity and is willing to accept it. Grandpa knew that she was a reserved woman, and if her answer was too light, she would think that he was responding politely and had no other thoughts; The answer was too strong, and I was afraid to startle her. It is not easy to show that he does not dislike his identity, but also not to mention his identity in his words, but also to show what he means.

Unintentionally, Grandpa's hand touched the blood-colored jade bracelet on his body. He thought to himself, if Xie Xiaoxiao knew that he had brought her personal belongings with him, he must have known what he meant.

So, a poem immediately popped up in my father's mind. Xie Xiaomi gave him a poem, and he returned it with a poem. This not only conforms to Xie Xiaomi's preferences, but also expresses his heart, why not?

"Feeling lingering, tied to the red mattress." Grandpa stroked the jade bracelet and said. In ancient times, a woman tied a token given by her beloved man to a red mattress, and now I have you with your jade bracelet. You say that I "don't know", but I say "I feel your lingering feelings" -- when I feel your lingering intentions, isn't it concise and clear-minded?

"Feeling lingering, tied to the red mattress?" The dealer repeated.

"Yes, that's it. You help me find it, help me bring the word. As long as you agree, I will move your corpse and grave for you, and find a good feng shui place to bury you. "Daddy swears. At this time, it is no longer the unjust ghosts in the troupe who are afraid that their father will not agree, but the father who is afraid that the unjust ghosts are unwilling.

Seeing that this exchange condition was even more superior than the exchange of gambling money for singing just now, the dealer hurriedly replied: "We must remember your words, and we must try to inquire when we get there, and if we find Xie Xiaomi, we will relay your words to her." ”

Grandpa bowed and said, "Then there is a lot of labor." ”

The dealer and the other unjust ghosts hurriedly bowed and returned the salute, saying: "Don't dare, don't dare, we're just helping the tongue, and the matter of moving the grave is much harder than that, and you are the one who has to work!" ”

Grandpa sighed and said, "Your wishes have been fulfilled, and you have already heard the Sutra of Persuasion, so you can go on the road, right?" ”

The dealer and the other ghosts bowed down to their father again, and then dissipated like smoke.

Gambling tables, lanterns, stools, etc. are also gone.

Grandpa looked down and saw that the stage was gone, and he was standing on the branch of a tree.

Hong Xi was overjoyed to see the ghosts retreating, and hurriedly stepped forward to help his grandfather get down the tree.

After getting off the tree, Hong Xi saw that there were tears in his father's eyes, and said in surprise: "I thought you were not afraid of them, why are you scared like this?" ”

Grandpa wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and said with a wry smile: "Why am I not afraid?" ”

In fact, when reciting the Sutra of Persuasion to the Dead, my grandfather heard Xie Xiaomi's voice again in a trance - I don't want to forget the things of this life, if I get there, I must not drink Meng Po soup.

So, tears fell into my father's eyes like night dew.

He didn't know if Xie Xiaoxiao had drunk Meng Po soup after going there, and if he did, even if he could bring it over tonight, she might not be able to understand the meaning.