Bai Zhou once asked his grandfather that this cloth was so thick, it was definitely not suitable for making a shroud, and what was it used for.

Grandpa told her that it was used to make heavenly clothes.

After the Song and Ming dynasties, heavenly clothes were no longer used in funerals, but some families with inheritance liked to respect ancient rites.

There is also a saying that only by using heavenly clothes can the deceased be able to successfully cast a good baby and continue to be prosperous and rich.

He was still quite proud at that time, saying that in the entire Yanxia Kingdom, except for him, no one could make a real heavenly clothes.

And those two wooden pellets are the incorruptible wood that he found with great difficulty after traveling all over the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and when put together with the cloth, it can not rot for thousands of years.

Bai Zhou took out the silk cloth and carefully unfolded it.

This piece of cloth is made using a special process, and it is said that the person who can weave this cloth has passed away, and one piece is missing.

Grandpa once made two heavenly clothes, and every time Bai Zhou would sit aside and watch it carefully, grandpa would also explain everything to her.

"The owner of Mawangdui is the Marquise, her heavenly clothes are of a very high level, let's do it for civilians, we can't do it so high, otherwise not only can we not send the deceased to heaven, but also harm the deceased."

"This garment is T-shaped, and when it is spread out, it resembles the shape of an ancient garment, but it cannot be worn, and after a funeral, it will be covered with an inner coffin. Nowadays, people are all in a coffin, and there is no distinction between the outer coffin and the inner coffin, so it can also be covered on top of the corpse. ”

"The heavenly clothes of Mawangdui, the sun and the moon are painted in the heavens, and there are golden crows and golden toads in the sun and moon, as well as the famous Fusang tree and Chang'e flying in the sky, and in the middle is Nuwa with a human head and a snake body, and there are divine beasts to assist."

"In the middle of the world, there is an old woman in a gorgeous costume, followed by a maid, this is the owner of the tomb, Xin Chai, who is greeted by a winged bird and soars to the heavenly realm."

"At the bottom is the underworld, with sacrificial utensils and two large turtles."

"We make heavenly clothes for the common people, and we can delete some things, such as only painting the sun and the moon, not the Fusang tree, nor the gods, but only the divine beasts guarding the gate of heaven."

"If it weren't for that, it would have cost the life of the deceased's family, and even something terrible would happen."

Bai Zhou made one by one according to what her grandfather taught in her memory, she made special paints, picked up a brush, and began to paint.

Don't look at these strange paintings, but to draw well, it is a test of skill.

Bai Zhou has been learning from his grandfather since he was a child, and he entered the university to study folklore, and when he went out to collect style, he saw precious murals and needed to trace them, so the painting work was quite passable.

The order of painting the heavenly clothes is also exquisite, first to draw the underworld, then the human world, and finally the heavenly world, implying the ascension from the lower world.

But the deceased wants to be the last to paint.

She painted so carefully that she didn't even notice that in the process of her painting, a trace of aura in her body flowed into the lines, and a very subtle light lit up.

Finally finished drawing the heavenly realm, and there was still the deceased left, she moved her muscles and bones, and before she knew it, more than ten hours had passed.

The strange thing is that she didn't feel tired at all, but felt a hundred times more energetic.

It must be because of the "Imperial Spirit".

She opened the last box of paint, dipped her brush to her heart's content, and began to paint Mrs. Wu according to the photo.

This is not a portrait, you just need to paint a look, and the old lady Xin Chai painted in Mawangdui has a very simple face.

Soon, an old man dressed in ancient costume jumped on the silk, and the brush stroked his eyes, and his eyes seemed to light up slightly.

Succeed with flying colors!

Bai Zhou looked at the person in the painting with satisfaction, not to mention, at first glance, it looks quite similar to the photo.

I'm better at painting than the painter who painted for Mrs. Xinchai.

Strange to say, the paint dries quickly, and as soon as it touches the cloth, it seems to be sucked in, but it is not smudged at all, and it dries quickly.

There is a mystery in this cloth.

No wonder you have to customize it, how can there be such a good fabric on the market?

At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening of the second day, and Bai Zhou felt extremely hungry in his stomach, and hurriedly took out the fat sausage stewed yesterday.

After marinating for so long, the fat sausage is already very delicious, and with a big bowl of rice made of Wuchang rice, it is simply delicious in the world.

Bai Zhou ate all the jars of fat sausages and eight bowls of rice, feeling that his life was complete.

After eating and drinking, she rolled up her heavenly clothes and wrapped them in cloth, and rode out on a small electric donkey.

This is the junction of urban and rural areas, and although the Wu family is in a small town, it is not far away.

When I arrived in Wujia Town, it was already half past ten, and the shops in the town were closed, but for some reason, it was very quiet tonight, so quiet that there was no insect chirping at all, and there were no lights on the small buildings on both sides.

Bai Zhou didn't think much about it, everyone in the town went to bed early, and they had to get up early the next morning to catch the market.

The Wu family is a large family in the town, it is said that since the late Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms era, they have established Wubao here, which has lasted for more than a thousand years, and most of the surrounding villages are surnamed Wu.