The sound of the coffin falling to the ground made everyone around them jump in shock.
There was a dead silence.
Everyone looked at the dark coffin in the middle.
The people carrying the coffin stared blankly at the scene in front of them.
But I saw a trace of panic in everyone's eyes.
Landing the coffin on the ground is definitely a taboo in our place.
After a person dies in the coffin, the coffin cannot touch the ground.
It is always cushioned by a stool at home.
After lifting the coffin, you must reach the burial place before the coffin can fall to the ground.
Nothing can go wrong in between.
And there is another saying, that is, if the coffin falls to the ground midway, it must be buried where it landed.
But now that my grandfather is in this situation, I can’t just bury him here as soon as I arrive at the door of the hall.
My dad and Mr.
Liang walked to the coffin together.
They looked at each other, but I saw the same expression on their faces.
Dignified, unbelievably solemn.
The surrounding villagers also began to talk about it.
We have never heard of this kind of situation, let alone seeing it here, and this is obviously something abnormal, so many people are talking about it, and it is my grandfather who is causing trouble.
I saw Mr.
Liang take a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, everyone.
It probably takes a long time to carry the coffin.
Let's carry the coffin in first.
It won't work today.
Let's go up the mountain tomorrow."
Mr.
Liang spoke, and everyone quickly gathered around the coffin and carried it together.
But the next moment, I saw everyone's faces became a little ugly.
"Mr.
Liang, this coffin cannot be lifted."
An exclamation came, and I felt a thump in my heart.
The coffin couldn't be lifted.
Wasn't it okay just now?
But when I looked at grandpa's coffin again, I found that grandpa's coffin was filled with a lot of black gas.
Mr.
Liang's brows instantly knit together, he walked to the side of the coffin and put his hand on the coffin.
The moment Mr.
Liang put his hand on the coffin, I saw Mr.
Liang's expression change, but it soon became normal.
Then Mr.
Liang said: "Come, I will carry it with you."
The moment Mr.
Liang finished speaking, he put his hands under Grandpa's coffin.
At this time, I was horrified to find that the black air around Grandpa's coffin had actually restrained a lot and penetrated into the coffin.
At this moment, Mr.
Liang said to my dad: "Li Zhen, go and separate the earth and air."
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My dad was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.
Then he asked me to put my grandpa’s memorial tablet in place and go with him to help.
Hearing this, I was a little confused, what does it mean to separate the earth and air?
Although I didn't understand, I followed my dad into the house.
I saw my dad fetching a basin of water and asking me to take eight bowls and follow him.
We went directly to the main room, and I saw my dad pour the water into the bowl, and then put it at the foot of the stool, a stool with four legs.
There are two stools on which the coffin is placed, and there are eight bowls in total.
The bowls are filled with water, and the legs of the stools are placed in the bowls and soaked in the water.
I was a little surprised, this is the air from the ground, but what does it do?
After it was done, my dad signaled to Mr.
Liang.
At this moment, Mr.
Liang once again asked everyone to carry the coffin, and it fell with a soft drink from Mr.
Liang.
Grandpa's coffin was lifted up again and placed on the stool again.
Looking at the bowl under the stool, I was a little worried.
The coffin was not light.
What if the bowl broke?
But as the coffin was placed on it, I found that there was no movement at all in the eight bowls.
Not even the water in the bowl was agitated at all, let alone the bowl breaking.
After doing everything in a hurry, it was already dark.
Originally, the day when grandpa went up the mountain was in the afternoon.
Now that it was dark, Mr.
Liang ordered 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 with all these things happening, I also roughly guessed that Mr.
Liang is a tailor on the surface, but his real ability is probably better than that of many Yin Yang gentlemen.
After everyone left, I heard Mr.
Liang say to my dad in a deep voice: "I can't help it, it's still cloudy."
My dad pondered for a long time and then said to Mr.
Liang: "Just do whatever you have to do."
Mr.
Liang nodded.
At this time, Mr.
Liang looked at me and said, "One Liang, go to my room and bring me something."
Hearing this, my whole body trembled slightly, and I instinctively wanted to refuse.
It was so late at night, and I was asked to get it.
I quickly asked Mr.
Liang if he could get it by himself.
Besides, if he could go by himself, he wouldn’t have to look for it, which would save time.
I didn’t know where it was when I went there.
"I went to your grandpa's place and you took care of it.
You kid, can't I just tell you where to get it?
Go quickly.
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I need it here urgently."
Mr.
Liang glanced at me angrily and immediately spoke to me.
I had no words to answer, but my dad comforted me, saying that I was so old, there was nothing to be afraid of when I was on the road, and asked me to go and come back quickly.
In the end, I had no choice.
Now in this special period, I was afraid that I would have to force myself.
Mr.
Liang gave me the key and told me where the place I was looking for was.
Then I set off with a flashlight.
Along the way, I firmly remembered what Mr.
Liang told me in my mind.
No matter what I encountered on the road or someone called me, I could not look back and walk with my head buried.
This way there won't be anything wrong.
I felt like I was walking on the road, and my hand holding the flashlight was shaking a little.
It was originally June, but I felt a little chilly for no reason.
And I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I keep feeling something blowing on the back of my neck.
I have heard old people say that in this situation, the ghost blows out the lamp, but it is just a trap.
Attract yourself and blow out the sun fire on your shoulders.
There was no turning back now.
As I walked, I actually started to trot.
Damn it, I wanted to fly to Mr.
Liang’s house in no time.
It was a kind of torture, but it finally arrived.
I couldn't wait to take out the key, opened the door and entered the house.
The moment I closed the door with a bang, I let out a long breath.
Unconsciously, my forehead was covered with cold sweat.
I felt like I had been walking for a long time and wanted to take a good rest.
But thinking of Mr.
Liang saying he needed something urgently, I quickly walked towards his room, ready to find what he was talking about.
I rushed into Mr.
Liang's room and started to follow what he said, in a drawer next to the bed.
After opening it, I saw a box.
I held the box and it felt a little heavy, and there was a slight sound, which sounded like iron to me.
The most important thing is that I looked at the box and it must have been a few years old, and the exterior was quite worn.
I didn't pay too much attention to this and was anxious to send it to Mr.
Liang.
Don't delay things at home.
But the moment I took a step, I stopped quickly and stared at the corner of the room, where there was an incense case.
There was a portrait hanging on the incense case, which seemed to be a Taoist priest.
But what I paid attention to was the bottom of the incense table.
There seemed to be two small scarecrows there, and the two scarecrows were holding hands.
This looked inexplicably weird.
They were wearing the same strange clothes.
I was very puzzled as to why Mr.
Liang, a tailor, still had this thing in his room.
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Looking at it made me feel a little inexplicable, but I couldn't suppress the strong curiosity in my heart.
In order to see it more clearly, I slowly moved towards the incense table.
When I walked in, my brows furrowed.
If Mr.
Liang himself had some skills like Mr.
Yin and Yang, then enshrining a portrait of a Taoist priest would be nothing, but these two little people would look a little weird.
And the reason why I noticed it was because I found that the two weird clothes worn by these two little people looked familiar to me.
I frowned as I thought about it, and the next moment, a storm surged through my heart, and I pointed at the scarecrow uncontrollably.
This, the weird clothes that the scarecrow is wearing are actually a miniature shroud, and I remember this shroud particularly deeply.
Isn’t it exactly the weird shroud that grandpa wore on me before?
Now, it’s still on my grandpa. aa2705221: