Time flickered, and a week passed.

In the past few days, Su Qing's life has been very calm and stable.

Get up in the morning to run, buy vegetables and cook, teach Su Zichen to paint and then send him home, and practice at night.

His strength has steadily improved, and he has punched out more than 2,000 catties.

The lives of the three members of the group were also very peaceful, and nothing happened.

Everyone chatted occasionally, but also said hello, and then went their separate ways.

On this day, Su Qing came back from running and received a call from Uncle Xiaolong.

"Uncle Xiaolong..... Burn money today? Okay, I got it, I'll be back in the afternoon. ”

After hanging up the phone, Su Qing glanced at the date, August 30 of the Gregorian calendar, the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar.

"It's the annual Halloween again...."

"Grandpa... Father... Mom..."

Burning money is a Halloween custom on the right side of the river.

Every year, when the ghost gate is opened during the Midyear Festival, people have to prepare the money two or three days in advance to worship their ancestors.

The paper is chiseled, the clothes are cut, and then wrapped in the paper, and finally the names of the ancestors are written on the cover.

This is the custom of burning money in Jiangyou.

Generally, on the evening of July 12 and 14, the money is burned at the door of the house or at the entrance of the village.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the ghost gate will be opened, and the ancestors will take away the money.

Of course, there are also people who go to the mountains to burn in front of the grave, but generally very rare.

Pick it up with a wooden stick and burn it all through a little bit, not allowing any trace of the paper to be left.

Otherwise, the ancestors would not be able to receive the money, and the consequences would be serious.

Bad luck in the future, losing money in business, things don't go well, and so on.

And Su Qing's parents died before the age of 60, which was a vain death.

He can't burn the money in advance, so he has to burn it on the day of the Midyear Festival.

This chisel money is quite particular, you can't chisel in the house, you have to move a stool to the outside to chisel.

It has to be chiseled by filial sons and grandsons themselves, and the money chiseled out with a pious heart is effective.

It's just that modern society has long since lost all the traditions of the past.

Many people are lazy for convenience and are unwilling to dig money by themselves, so they go to the market to buy the kind of paper money made by machines.

It's not impossible, it's just that it's not pious enough, and the ancestors are afraid that they won't be able to receive it.

In the past, the money that Su Qing burned to the ancestors and ancestors every year was all chiseled by Uncle Xiaolong.

Where does he understand this, everything is done by Uncle Xiaolong.

Of course, Su Qing also knew that where the ghosts came from in the world were just a ritual to pay tribute to the ancestors and remember the ancestors.

The "paper money" of "Feng's Wenjian Ji" said: "The funeral of this generation is chiseled paper money, the money is accumulated for the mountain, and the carvings are added, and the coffin is introduced."

"No...."

"I have the true transmission of the Maoshan Dao Law, and there are no ghosts in the world!"

But after thinking about it, Su Qing's face couldn't help but change slightly.

Maoshan Zhenchuan has all kinds of ghost and demon removal methods in his mind, who dares to say that there are no ghosts in the world?

"Looks like I'm going to have to prepare in advance...."

Thinking of this, Su Qing hurriedly called Su Xiaolong and suspended the class for one day today.

Let him not send Su Zichen over, he will dig the money himself.

Then, he drove to the market, ready to buy items such as adult roosters, aged peach wood, five emperor coins, rice, cinnabar, straw paper, red string, ink fountains, grapefruit leaves, gossip mirrors, etc.

Other things are good to say, there are a lot on the market and good to buy.

Only peach wood, big rooster, five emperor money, and cow tears are not easy to buy.

It took a few markets and a trip to the countryside to get these things together.

The peach wood is only ten years old, the five emperor money only buys the small five emperor money, and the big rooster is only two and a half years old.

After purchasing all the items, Su Qing drove back home and began to make various magic weapons.

After a busy day, he was able to make a few magic weapons.

A peachwood sword, a five-emperor copper coin sword, and a gossip mirror with light....

I used cinnabar and chicken blood to mix the ink, and it took hundreds of drawings to successfully draw three evil charms...

He also chiseled a batch of dark money with his own hands and wrote the names of his ancestors and ancestors.

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In the evening, Su Qing drove back to his hometown in the countryside alone with the prepared money.

Su Xiaolong went back to the countryside yesterday, and he and Su Qing didn't burn money on the same day.

Sujia Village is forty-two miles away from Linjiang County.

It is a remote mountain village surrounded by mountains on three sides, with beautiful scenery.

There are more than 100 households in the village, about 400 people.

Most of the villagers have the surname Su, and they are descendants of an ancestor.

In recent years, the village has become more and more desolate.

Most of the villagers have bought houses in the county or developed in other places.

Most of those left behind in the mountain villages are poor families, or old and weak women.

Su Qing parked the car at the entrance of the village, greeted the villagers passing by, and walked into the village.

When he came to the westernmost house in the third row of the village, he was silent for a long time.

These two red brick and blue tile houses were his former home.

There have been no residents for many years, and most of the house has collapsed, revealing the beams.

The rusty lock of the remnant door has not been opened for a long time, and the gray brick path is covered with dry moss; Nameless withered grass invaded the courtyard, and a bitter bitterness entered the throat...

"Grandparents... Mom and Dad.... I am back. ”

Su Qing muttered and burst into tears unconsciously.

Since he left home, he rarely returns, except for the annual Qingming, Zhongyuan, and Winter Solstice festivals.

Putting the money under the eaves, Su Qing pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter, you will find the hall, which is full of cobwebs and a lot of rat droppings.

He took out the key and unlocked the bedroom door, and the furnishings inside were still the same as before.

There are photos of my grandfather and parents, their clothes, and traces of their lives.

"Hey...."

Su Qing waved his hand and put everything into his personal space and exited the room.

Walking towards the back mountain with the money, he came to the graves of his grandparents and parents.

Pull out the weeds from the grave, sweep away the debris in front of the tombstone, and clear a vacant lot.

He took out the clothes in the bag, placed them in front of their graves by name, and set them on fire.

"Hum...."

In the midst of the fire, Su Qing wiped his eyes with grapefruit leaves stained with the tears of the male buffalo.

A cool sensation rose up, and his eyes lit up slightly.

The eye of the sky is open.

Looking back at the tomb and the burning paper, he saw something he had never seen before.

From the burned money, wisps of gray air rose and drifted away with the wind.

Su Qing's eyes widened, but he didn't find anything.

I didn't sense the existence of the underworld, and I also sensed the ghosts of my grandfather and parents.

'Is there no ghost on Earth?' Where did Mom and Dad go when they died? ’

Su Qing couldn't help but be stunned, feeling quite lost.

"Grandparents, Mom and Dad, don't worry, I'm doing well."

After the clothes burned out, he kowtowed three times towards the grave and left without looking back.

"Uncle Xiaolong, can a house still be built in the village now?"

On the way back to the city, Su Qing thought about it and dialed Su Xiaolong's phone.

“.... Can you help me ask the village chief..... I don't know him well. ”

"If you can build it.... I want to rebuild a house on the foundation of my old home. ”

"yes..... You know..... I didn't care what the people in the village said about me, but I didn't want to disgrace my grandfather and parents. ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you."

Touching the scene, Su Qing had the idea of building a house in his hometown.

The so-called return to the hometown is nothing more than that.