There are always people who say that the Taoist priests in the countryside who do supernatural rituals (rituals) for the dead are very profitable, and their wages are higher than those of white-collar workers in the city.

Generally, a three-day ritual ritual costs 6888, and the whole team is divided together, of course, there are five days and seven days, and if there is one more day in the future, two thousand will be added.

There are five people in a team, a class master (master) with two apprentices, the big apprentice can bring one apprentice, these four people are responsible for the funeral hall and the send-off, and one is specially presiding over the funeral matters, we call it the master of killing.

The master of killing the prince does not participate in the supernatural rituals, but is mainly responsible for looking at the tombs, looking at the zodiac, counting auspicious times, presiding over the coffin and participating in the singing of night songs.

The 6,888 yuan is not divided equally, the master who kills the male is divided into 2,888, the remaining four thousand, the master takes one thousand six, the two apprentices each take one thousand, and the remaining four hundred go to the youngest apprentice.

Some people may be suspicious, but that's the truth, because I'm the one who took the four hundred.

My name is Qin Yisoul, I am just twenty this year, this somewhat scary name was taken by my grandfather, and my grandfather is the master of killing in our team, he said that I can only be called Qin Yisoul, and I can only engage in this business, otherwise I will have a short life.

Although I worshipped the master, I only apprenticed to the master and did not pass on the art, and the master himself did not become a teacher, nor could he teach me, my crafts were all learned from my grandfather.

Our line of work is also divided into off-season and peak season, from February to October, we can only do an average of two or three Dharma services per month. Winter is the peak season, because many elderly people have a hard time surviving the winter, basically eight to ten times a month.

Nowadays, young people rarely choose to do this business, because dealing with the dead all year round is unlucky, and it is not profitable, and it requires boldness, because from the day of entry, they have to stay alone in the mourning hall and stay with the body until dawn.

When I first entered the industry, I was really afraid, but now that a year has passed, this kind of thing has become the norm, and I am used to it, although I can't sleep, but I read novels, play chicken, and fight the king, but I have always been safe.

The door of the mourning hall cannot be closed, and the coffin cannot be closed, saying that it is afraid that the soul of the deceased will not find a way back.

The reason why we have to guard the corpses is because there are many cats and dogs in the countryside, and we must prevent them from screaming and climbing coffins.

There is a saying in the line: When a dog enters the mourning hall and barks, the frightened corpse jumps. The cat slipped on the coffin, and the corpse crawled out.

In a word, three words: will deceive the corpse.

When I first entered the industry, I also asked my grandfather if there were any ghosts in this world, whether they would cheat corpses, and grandpa told me that there was a fart ghost, a corpse that cheated eggs, but if we eat food in the underworld, we must follow the rules passed down by our ancestors.

This time, the owner is the richest man in the village, Lao Du's family, and the mourning hall is located in the hall, surrounded by wreaths and paper figures, which is very generous.

The richest man has a daughter in his family, named Du Yi, who is my high school classmate and goes to college in another place, but my relationship with this Du Yi is average, she is always high, because my family is poor and looks down on me, our family is very close, but the relationship is very estranged.

It was Du Yi's mother who died, she was still very young, only forty-three years old, because Du Yi's father was raising a little wife outside and abused her, and she was gossiped about everywhere by the villagers, and she didn't want to open it for a while, and committed suicide by drinking pesticides.

I have seen a lot of life and death, and I also have a temperament that looks down on life and death, and I have seen all kinds of causes of death in the past year or so, but this is the first one who committed suicide.

Grandpa said that people who commit suicide are the most resentful, and this resentment is easy to attract cats and dogs, so I was told to cheer up during the vigil, not to play games and read novels, and after the time has passed, I will honestly guard the door.

The time is the time to sing night songs, which are sung for two hours, and a small gong is struck while singing.

The night song is not a song, but a spell in the form of singing, and you have to tear your throat and shout, which is also used by the soul of the dead.

Singing night songs is generally divided into four shifts, everyone sings for half an hour, grandpa sings after the master sings, the master sings after the uncle sings, and it is my turn after the uncle sings, and it is not interrupted when the night song is sung, because it has to be re-sung as soon as it is interrupted.

They sang one by one, and at the end I had to keep vigil after singing.

Because I couldn't buy a plane ticket temporarily, Du Yi arrived home in the middle of the night, and as soon as she entered the door, she knelt in front of the coffin and cried, when she came back, I still had five minutes to finish singing, and I didn't care about her, while looking at the heartbroken Du Yi, I continued to sing my night song.

Maybe I sang too badly, or interrupted her sadness, when there were still a few words left, Du Yi suddenly rushed over, stretched out the gong stick in my hand, threw it directly on the ground, and said loudly: "Don't shout, okay? ”

Du Yi's father, Du Zeming, hurriedly walked over, pulled Du Yi away and said, "Yiyi, Xiao Qin is giving your mother a super soul, and it can't be interrupted." ”

"You can force your mother to death, can't I interrupt? This is feudal superstition, if it is true, you asked him to call out his mother's dead soul, just a magic stick, do you really believe it?" Du Yi looked at her father with resentment, his face full of sadness and anger.

Du Zeming also lowered his head, and in front of Lizi, he had nothing to say at all.

I looked at the sad Du Yi, and I didn't feel embarrassed to blame her, but said, "That... Du Yi, the festival mourns and changes. ”

"Mom~~" Du Yi shouted and came to the coffin again, she glanced at the body in the coffin, and then quickly knelt down, not knowing whether she was afraid or couldn't bear to look at it.

Du Yi cried for nearly half an hour before she stopped, and the whole person was groggy and carried upstairs by her father, probably because she was too tired.

After she went up, I sighed, and after half an hour of night songs, I had to sing them all over again.

It's almost two o'clock after singing, and after singing for an hour, my voice is almost hoarse.

Putting down the small gong and gong stick in my hand, I stood up and stretched, lifted my chair, and prepared to sit at the door.

When I passed by the coffin, I glanced at the body in the coffin, sighed deeply, and thought to myself, it was really not worth risking my life for a scumbag like Du Yi's father.

"Don't blame Yiyi. ”

A female voice suddenly sounded, and my body shook, and I looked around and said, "Who? Who's talking?"

The mourning hall was quiet, and the wreaths and paper figures did not move, and everything was still, only the flame of the ever-bright lamp under the coffin was still flickering and beating.

"Auditory hallucinations?" I knocked on my head, it's all here, the ghosts are all sleeping, how can anyone still talk?

I put my chair next to the door, sat down with my back to the coffin, and habitually took out my phone to read a novel, but remembering my grandfather's words, I put it away.

"She's doing it for my good, too. ”

The voice came again, and I stood up suddenly, how did this voice sound like Du Yi's mother who had died?

"Auntie, don't scare me, even if I sang ugly just now, you don't need to do this. As I spoke, I walked towards the coffin, and there were more than thirty people who had sent them away, and this was the first time such a strange thing had happened.

I was nervous, but there was another feeling, and that was excitement.

Walking to the coffin, I looked down at the body, the body had not changed, but the face had begun to turn blue, which was normal, because the body had not been embalmed.

I stared at the face of the corpse for a long time, and I wondered a little in my heart, the second sentence just now didn't look like an auditory hallucination, it was clear that someone was talking.

"Auntie, I'll keep watch over you, don't scare me, okay?" I said to the body.

There was no reaction from the corpse, although I was nervous, but I was still quite bold, and I was even a little perverted to the point of expecting the corpse to suddenly open my eyes.

But nothing happened, and I sat down in my chair again, then turned my head to look at the coffin, and told myself that I must have had auditory hallucinations.

After almost an hour of watching, nothing happened, and my drowsiness came up, and I kept yawning, and in my experience so many times, I couldn't have lasted long without playing games or reading novels.

I took out my phone again, and as soon as I opened it, a WeChat message appeared at the top of the screen.

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