The sound of the coffin landing startled everyone around, leaving a dead silence as they looked at the pitch black coffin in the middle. The people carrying the coffin stared blankly at the scene before them.
But I could see a hint of panic in everyone's eyes.
When the coffin falls to the ground, it is definitely a taboo in our area. Generally, after a person dies and enters the coffin, the coffin cannot touch the ground and is always placed on a stool at home.
After the coffin is lifted, it must be placed at the burial site before it can land, and there must be no mishaps in between.
And there is another way of saying that if the coffin lands midway, it must be buried at the place where it lands.
But now that my grandfather is in this situation, as soon as he arrives at the entrance of the hall, he can't be buried here, can he?
My dad and Mr. Liang walked up to the coffin together, and they exchanged a glance, but what I saw on their faces was the same expression.
Serious, so serious.
The villagers in the surrounding area have also started to discuss it, and we have never heard of this situation here, let alone seen it. This is obviously abnormal, so many people are arguing that my grandfather is at fault.
I saw Mr. Liang take a deep breath and say, "Don't worry, everyone. It's probably been too long to lift the coffin. Let's lift the coffin in first. Today won't work, let's go up the mountain tomorrow
Mr. Liang spoke up, and everyone quickly gathered around the coffin, lifting it together. However, in the next moment, I saw that everyone's faces had turned a bit ugly.
Mr. Liang, this coffin can't be lifted
A cry of surprise came, and my heart skipped a beat. Can't I lift the coffin? Wasn't everything okay just now? But when I looked at my grandfather's coffin again, I found that there was a lot of black air emanating from it.
Mr. Liang's eyebrows furrowed in an instant, and he walked to the side of the coffin, placing his hand on top of it.
At the moment when Mr. Liang placed his hand on the coffin, I saw a change in his face, but it quickly returned to normal.
Then Mr. Liang said, "Come on, I'll lift it with you
At the moment when Mr. Liang finished speaking, he placed both hands under his grandfather's coffin, and at this moment, I was shocked to find that the black air around his coffin had actually subsided a lot and crawled into the coffin.
At this moment, Mr. Liang said to my father, "Li Zhen, go and separate the earth's atmosphere
My dad was slightly stunned before nodding quickly. Then he asked me to put my grandfather's spirit tablet away and go with him to help. Upon hearing this, I was a little puzzled. What does it mean to separate the earth's energy?
Although I didn't understand, I followed my dad into the room and saw him pour a basin of water, asking me to bring eight bowls and follow behind him.
We went straight to the main room and I saw my dad pour water into a bowl and place it at the foot of a stool with four legs.
There are two chairs for placing the coffin, with a total of eight bowls. The bowls are filled with water, and the legs of the chairs are placed in the bowls and soaked in the water.
I was a little surprised in my heart, is this the difference between the ground and the air? But what's the use of this?
After it was done, my dad gestured for Mr. Liang. Now Mr. Liang once again called for everyone to lift the coffin, and with a light drink, it fell down.
Grandpa's coffin was lifted up again and placed on the stool. Looking at the bowl under the stool, I was a little worried. The weight of the coffin is not light, what if the bowl breaks?
But as the coffin was placed, I found that there was no movement or stillness in those eight bowls. Even the water in the bowl didn't stir at all, let alone the bowl shattered.
I've done everything in seven or eight, and it's already dark. Originally, Grandpa went up the mountain in the afternoon, but now it's getting dark. Mr. Liang has instructed everyone to go back tonight.
This time, everyone didn't hesitate at all. I know that the landing of Grandpa's coffin must have had an impact on everyone's hearts.
And as these things happened, I roughly guessed that Mr. Liang appeared to be a tailor, but his true abilities were probably stronger than many Yin Yang gentlemen.
After everyone left, I heard Mr. Liang say in a deep voice to my father, "There's nothing we can do, it's still cloudy
My dad pondered for a while before saying to Mr. Liang, "Just do what you need to do
Mr. Liang nodded and looked at me, saying, "One or two, go to my room and bring me something
Upon hearing this, my whole body trembled slightly, and my instinct was to refuse. Do you want me to go get it tonight?
I quickly asked Mr. Liang, can he go get it himself? Besides, if he goes by himself, he doesn't have to look for it, which saves time. I don't know where I'm going yet.
I went to your grandfather's place, will you handle it? You kid, can't I just tell you where it is? Hurry up, it's urgent to use it here
Mr. Liang gave me a displeased look and immediately spoke to me.
I didn't have anything to answer, but my dad comforted me, saying that I'm so big and there's nothing to be afraid of on the road. He even told me to go back quickly.
In the end, I had no choice. During this special period, I was afraid I had to grit my teeth. Mr. Liang gave me the key and told me where to find it, and then I set off with a flashlight.
Along the way, I kept in my mind the instructions given to me by Mr. Liang. No matter what I encountered or someone called me, I couldn't turn back and walked with my head buried.
This way, there won't be any mistakes. I feel like I'm walking on the road and my hand holding the flashlight is trembling. It was supposed to be June, but I inexplicably feel a chill all over my body.
And I don't know if it's a psychological effect, I keep feeling something blowing behind my neck.
I have heard from the elderly about this situation, where ghosts blow the lamp, but it is just a trap. Attract yourself and blow out the yang fire on your shoulders.
I can't turn back anymore. As I walked, I started running around. I wish I could fly to Mr. Liang's house all at once.
It was a torture, but finally it arrived. I couldn't wait to take out the key, open the door and enter the room. The moment I slammed the door shut, I let out a long breath.
Unconsciously, my mind was covered in cold sweat. I feel like I've been walking that road for a long time and I want to take a good rest.
But thinking of Mr. Liang's urgent need for things, I quickly walked towards his room, ready to find what he said.
I rushed into Mr. Liang's room and began to follow his instructions. Inside a drawer by the bed, I opened it and indeed saw a box.
I held the box and it felt a bit heavy, and there was a slight sound that sounded like iron to me. The most important thing is that I have been looking at the box for some years now, and the appearance is worn out quite severely.
I didn't pay too much attention to these and rushed to deliver them to Mr. Liang. We can't delay the affairs at home.
But as soon as I stepped forward, I quickly stopped and stared at a corner of the room where there was a incense burner with a portrait hanging on it, as if it were a Taoist priest.
But what I was paying attention to was underneath the incense case, where there seemed to be two small scarecrows holding hands, which looked inexplicably strange. They were wearing the same strange clothes.
I am puzzled as to why Mr. Liang, a tailor, still has this item in this room? Looking at me, there is an inexplicable infiltration in my heart, but the strong curiosity in my heart cannot be suppressed.
In order to see more clearly, I slowly moved towards the incense table, but as I walked in, my brow furrowed.
If Mr. Liang himself also has some skills of Yin Yang, then offering a portrait of a Taoist is not a big deal, but these two little people seem a bit strange.
And the reason why I noticed it was because I noticed that the two little people were wearing those strange clothes that I was somewhat familiar with.
I frowned as I recalled, but in the next moment, a storm rose in my heart, and I uncontrollably pointed at the scarecrow.
The strange clothes worn by this scarecrow turned out to be a miniature version of a shroud, and I remember this shroud particularly vividly.
Isn't it the strange shroud that my grandfather gave me before? Now, he is still wearing it on his grandfather's body.