If Cai Ruohan was not a ghost, I would be relieved for a long time just by saying "husband", but now I just feel my scalp is numb.
"Be careful, grandma."
She held my hand tightly, and her voice suddenly became urgent.
I nodded subconsciously, and a slightly old cough came from the mist, followed by a drawn-out tone, "It's too late."
With a light touch of my hand, Cai Ruohan's cold little hand pulled away, the surrounding fog began to dissipate, and the figure of grandma's little feet was getting closer and closer.
The little girl supported her grandma and looked at me suspiciously.
When she came closer, she begged: "Brother, stop bothering me."
I smiled noncommittally and walked back along the original road.
Behind me, my grandma said in a hoarse voice: "Little sister, there are some things that you can't force and you can't get a marriage, so you have to have a negative fate."
"Grandma."
The little girl's voice suddenly rose, then lowered again, as if she was arguing with her grandma.
I didn't pay attention, thinking that grandma was making up mysteries again, about marriage or fate, I didn't take it into my heart at all.
When we returned to the village, Dachun waited for me for a while and asked me to have a relationship with him in the county.
Mrs.
Han was buried without being cremated.
It was not good for this to spread.
I was a little surprised that Dachun still had this relationship.
Dachun smiled and said that there was someone from the county Civil Affairs Bureau, so he went to say hello and have a meal.
I told Dachun what Cai Ruohan had just arrived and what he had said to me.
Dachun thought about it for a long time, and finally just choked out a sentence to cover up the water.
I'm a little worried.
Now I can't understand it more and more, and my mind is in a mess.
"Let's go and walk around the county with me.
Don't think so much.
Relax first," Dachun advised again.
I sighed, it was good to go out for a walk, and in broad daylight, no one could mess with me, neither my ghost wife Cai Ruohan nor my grandma.
Longshui Village is relatively far from the county.
It takes nearly an hour by car.
It's just nine o'clock when we arrive at the county.
Dachun said there is no rush.
He will make a phone call first, walk around twice and wait until noon.
I said yes, and he went to the side to make a phone call, while I looked around.
I haven't been back for several years, and the county has changed a lot, and it has become a lot more prosperous.
After only two glances, I was stunned.
A familiar van drove past the intersection in front of me.
Sitting in the driving seat was Lao Zhang.
How could he appear in our county?
Without thinking, I stopped a car and followed it.
Lao Zhang parked the car at the end of East Erdao Street in our county and got out of the car carrying a black bag.
I also got out of the car and followed carefully.
This street is a funeral street in our county.
Both sides of the street are selling funeral supplies.
Lao Zhang walked into a small shop.
I waited outside for twenty minutes and didn't see him come out.
However, I did get a call from Dachun.
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I said I found Lao Zhang on Dongerdao Street and asked Dachun to get busy first.
It didn't take three minutes for Dachun to come over.
"Baby, if you dare to cheat my brother, let him look good today."
As soon as they met, Dachun scolded him, and there was still excitement in his eyes.
The two of us stayed outside for another half an hour before Lao Zhang came out of the store with the full bags and started driving directly after getting in the car.
Dachun and I stopped a car and followed not too far behind.
After following for half an hour, a bad idea came to my mind.
This old guy’s destination was probably Longshui Village.
What was he doing there?
.
"Isn't this kid going to our village?"
Dachun also noticed something was wrong and asked with some confusion.
I didn't say anything, just stared from behind.
After driving for another ten minutes, there was no need to follow us anymore.
Our village, Longshui Village, was just ahead of us.
If we continued to follow, it would be too obvious and we would be easily discovered.
Asking the driver to turn at the intersection ahead, Dachun and I looked at each other, why did Lao Zhang come to Longshui Village?
"Don't think so much, come with me to the county, and my buddy will help you check him out."
Dachun looked confident.
I nodded.
After a while, Lao Zhang arrived in the village and couldn't run away from him.
When he arrived in the county, Dachun did not brag.
He did have connections in the funeral industry.
In his words, even though he had only been back for two years, he still had the ability.
He had solved several evil things and was well-known.
As long as he said a word and dared not say more, it would still be okay for three villages to use the funeral supplies from one store.
Dachun also said that despite the small appearance of the store Lao Zhang went to, all the stores sold were genuine.
I'm a little curious, how can paper money for incense candles be faked, and how can I tell it apart?
Dachun told me that according to Taoist theory, humans have three souls: heaven, earth, and human.
After a person dies, the heaven soul ascends to heaven, the earth soul enters the earth, and dissipates between heaven and earth.
What we call ghosts is the human soul.
Since most people die naturally, after the first seven days, the ghosts will dissipate, or enter the so-called underworld, and will not exist in our world at all.
In other words, the incense, candles, paper money we burned are all in vain, and the soul is gone.
Where can we collect them?
So there is talk of falsification.
You won’t receive it anyway, and it’s okay to falsify.
Even if there is an accident, because there is a lingering soul due to deep resentment or a sudden death, it’s okay.
The only one you can find is for them.
Money-burning family.
According to Dachun, 99% of the things sold in funeral supplies stores are fake.
This fakeness is not intentional because they don't even know that what they are selling is fake.
Selling funeral supplies also requires qualifications, but this qualification is not determined by people, but by ghosts.
This qualification has been passed down for thousands of years.
In modern times, there are not many people with that qualification. .
In ancient times, people's status and profession were divided into nine streams, including the upper nine streams, the middle nine streams, and the lower nine streams.
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The witches in the lower nine streams were responsible for communicating with ghosts and gods.
They were the qualified people, and only the things they made were Only then can it truly be received by ghosts and gods.
In our county, the only shops that sell funeral supplies are the ones sold in the small shop where Lao Zhang goes.
After explaining this, Dachun told me not to be rash, and not to ask blind questions after I entered.
If I asked, they wouldn't tell me, so I would wait and see.
I nodded, Dachun said so, so naturally I wouldn't talk nonsense.
“Jingan” As soon as we entered the store, the owner enthusiastically let Dachun inside, offering him cigarettes and pouring water.
This surprised me a little.
Dachun was very honorable.
However, this store gave me a very bad feeling.
It felt depressing, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me.
I glanced at the store.
It was no different from other funeral supplies stores.
There were wreaths, paper money, and some paper-making figures all around.
Dachun exchanged greetings with the bald shop owner in his fifties.
I walked to a pile of paper money and picked up a pile at random.
Dachun said this was true.
I really wanted to see how this one was different from the others.
I took a look, and there was no difference.
Except for the mark of a seal in the upper right corner of the first one, there was no other difference.
That mark is a bit special, it seems to be a seal character, but unfortunately I can't understand what it is.
I went over to look at the wreaths and paper figures again, and I found that there was also such a seal mark on them.
If I guessed correctly, this should be the admission ticket.
"Xiao Ming, let's go" After looking at two more, Dachun called me over there, said a few polite words to the bald shop owner, and winked at me.
I understood, and after saying polite words, I left the store with Dachun.
"If you have business, please introduce me to me.
I won't give it away."
The bald shop owner waved his hand from behind and said somewhat flatteringly.
After walking out of this street, Dachun's expression changed and he said: "Xiao Ming, I asked around.
Although Lao He didn't tell the truth, I also saw that the thing he sells the most recently is yin."
Wedding paperweight” "What is a paperweight?"
I asked immediately.
"We normal people should write wedding invitations when we get married," Dachun asked.
I nodded, that's right.
"Are you going to give red envelopes to the wedding banquet?"
Dachun asked again.
I nodded again, that’s the reason.
"Paperweights are invitations and red envelopes specially used for ghosts."
Dachun's face became gloomier again, and he looked back at the street.
I also fell into silence.
What did Lao Zhang want to buy these things?
At this time, I remembered what my grandma said in the morning, it is fate, not marriage: