Grandma slept on the bed, with a kind smile on her face, her hands flat on her side, where was there still chicken feathers and blood on her body?

"Little Mourning Star, are you fooling Lao Tzu? Grandma dares to joke and live impatiently? The village chief scolded angrily, picked up the dry tobacco stick, smoked it on my head, waved his sleeve, and left.

I ran to the chicken pen in the yard and counted, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5......

There are only five of them, but my family has fed nine chickens!

Am I mistaken? The chicken was stolen by a yellow wolf? I stared at my grandmother lying quietly on the bed, uncertain.

The news of my grandmother's death spread quickly, and the division team came in the morning.

In our case, when a person dies, he has to ask his master to do it, which is probably a few middle-aged men wearing red clothes, singing and dancing with various masks, and then holding many ceremonies. When I was a child, my grandmother told me that if you don't do this, your soul won't be able to return to Huashan.

It was a peasant-like person who simply looked at my grandmother and asked me to prepare 3,000 yuan, bring someone over in the evening to do the tricks, and give a thin-skinned coffin.

I gritted my teeth and was embarrassed, my grandmother only left me more than 3,200 yuan, if I ask my master to do it, will it be enough for me to live, and I am afraid that I will not be able to study.

"Your grandmother was poisoned by a snake bite, and she belongs to the evil spirit. If you don't do it, the flower in your grandmother's soul won't be able to return to Huashan. ”

He saw that I was puzzled, and then explained: "Huashan is a mountain, and it is full of flowers. Each of us has a flower in our soul, and people return to the mountains after death. When the woman is pregnant, the flower woman will pick a flower from the flower mountain and send it down, and she will be born as a person. ”

I probably understood what he meant, that is, let me make a choice, whether to choose grandma who can't be reincarnated, or choose 3,000 yuan.

I ended up giving a deposit of 500 and letting them come in the evening.

The man patted me on the shoulder and smiled, stepped on the bicycle and walked away.

The sun didn't come out all day, and there was a slight drizzle in the afternoon.

This rain smells faintly fishy, and I can't call it specifically.

I wore my hat and dug a grave in the cemetery, but the soil was very loose, and I was busy all afternoon before digging a shallow pit.

That's it, when the master comes, tell them to dig deeper.

In the evening, the division team arrived as scheduled.

There were seven dark-skinned men riding bicycles and small three-wheelers, and a donkey pulling a cart behind them.

"Little brother, where is your grandmother?"

I led them to the back room.

When I came back from digging the cemetery, my grandmother's eyes didn't know how to open, they widened, their eyes were red, and the corners of her eyes kept oozing blood, which was terrifying to look at.

"Your grandmother is being infested by demons, without further ado, everything is simple, it is better to open the altar as soon as possible." The teacher at the head of the group had gray hair, and his eyes were shining, and he looked radiant.

"Thank you, Master." I stood aside in sincere trepidation, and my mind began to think wildly.

I wondered in my heart, what does the demon look like?

A group of masters lifted a thin-skinned coffin from the board car, the coffin board was only about the thickness of a finger, and it was deliberately made very flat in order to save wood, and I was afraid that it would not be able to cover it.

Grandma's body was extremely stiff, as if a steel bar had been driven into it. One lifted her head, the other lifted her feet, her body unbent, like a straight piece of wood.

When I passed by, I could already smell the stench, mixed with an indescribable fishy smell.

"Grandma......" I murmured softly, wiping my grandmother's face with a towel, but because of the blood from my mouth, nose and eyes, my whole face was red, which looked a little terrifying.

"Kid, look at it again, we're going to cover the coffin."

Yesterday morning, Grandma was cooking in a pot, and now only a day has passed, and he has become a cold corpse.

Call her, she should not; Call her, she doesn't move. I don't know how many years later, grandma will turn into a handful of loess, that bit of emotion, that scene of getting along, all appear in front of me, as the coffin board falls and closes, and completely says goodbye to me.

My master sent me Bai Xiao and set up a brazier for me to burn paper money in it.

The smoke and fire were smoking, and I cried for a while, and my eyes were swollen, and I looked at the method in a daze.

Next to the coffin of the hall is a table of eight immortals, on which are placed many images of gods, in the middle of a dustpan are placed chicken, fish and meat, and a few sticks of incense are inserted on top of a zongzi-like thing.

Two masters stood nearby, one carrying a sheepskin drum in his arms, and the other holding a pair of cymbals. The five masters in the middle put on red robes and picked masks from the table.

A mask is the image of a long-bearded old man, with a grin showing a pair of big white teeth, the white eyebrows on the forehead are slightly curved, the muscles of the cheeks are raised above the eyes, and the wrinkles are clearly visible, and the overall image is vivid.

The other mask is of a young woman's face, with an illegible colored headdress on her forehead, and she is also smiling.

The masks of the five masters were different, and after they put them on, they took the ritual weapons.

Bells, short swords, tortoise shells, axes, bamboo slips, one for each person, stand around the table of the eight immortals, and the ritual begins.

"The cigarette is here, Longhu Meishan Temple. Return invited——

The ancestor of this teacher, Sanyuan Zhenjun, Zhang Datianshi, Nagarjuna Zhenshi, Meimao Second Master, Faqi Jiulang, wear Liuzhong.

The generals left and right-

The light boy, the golden light boy, the silver light boy, the pearl inkstone, the three six light east. ”

These words are read in the local dialect, and the songs that are sung afterwards are like foreign languages, and I don't understand them at all.

Singing, dancing, and dancing tea, this period of ritual is over.

The teacher brought an empty old dustpan, put a cup of white rice in it, covered it with a long white cloth, and used a brush to write my grandmother's name and birth date on the white cloth.

After another singing and dancing, the masters slowly lifted the white cloth and held it above their heads, and let me stand behind and follow until I walked out of the courtyard and hung on a tree.

One of the middle-aged masters came up to me and said, "Child, the ceremony is done, you take us to the cemetery, and now we are going to be buried." ”

I was stunned, feeling a little confused, and asked him why he did it so quickly.

The man scoffed: "If people are willing to pay, they can naturally do it for seven days and seven nights." Don't say it, put it in front and lead the way! ”

I gritted my teeth and was annoyed, knowing that no one had supported me as a "little disaster", so I had to break my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

Grandma's coffin had been carried out of the hall by them, and they began to chant new words: "Raise the earth, raise the golden earth." One point is the East Jiayi Wood, two points the South Bingding Fire, three points the West Gengxin Jin, four points the North Non Gui Shui, five points the Central Wuji Soil ......"

I carried a large flagpole with a white flag hanging next to me, and led the way to the cemetery tremblingly.