Burial Alive (15)

I walked forward several steps in a row without any strange feeling. I speeded up and walked towards the Eight Immortals. When they saw me, they joked: "Chen Eight Immortals, why did you take off your clothes and expose your upper body? Yes?"

Aren’t you attracted by seeing Miss Qiao? Do you want to show off your muscles to conquer Miss Qiao’s heart?”

Joyce glanced at me, her face turned red, she glared at me fiercely, and said angrily: "You stinky scoundrel, you are so shameless!" She must have believed what the Eight Immortals said.

I smiled awkwardly. Sometimes women are just hard to figure out. Even such an obvious joke could be believed to be true. I ignored her. I really didn’t think about a woman who could cast poison, so I explained to the Eight Immortals.

Said: "The clothes are sticky and uncomfortable to wear."

They smiled, and we chatted a few more casually. They asked me what happened to my forehead. I said I accidentally cut it, and they believed it. After all, there are some thorns on the mountains that can easily cut people, which is normal. On the contrary,

It was Joyce who looked at me suspiciously, and finally shook her head without saying a word.

Then, I raised my eyes and looked towards the east, and there was some faint red light on the horizon. It seemed that the sun was about to come out. I didn't dare to waste any more time, so I asked the Eight Immortals to prepare for the burial. They agreed.

I took the sack from Joyce's hand, took out four pairs of candles, a stick of incense, an ink fountain, grain miscellaneous items, a porcelain bowl and a large amount of yellow paper, and placed them next to the tomb.

I got up and looked at the tomb. It was of regular length, width and height, and there were some harder stones underneath. It was sandwiched between two tombs. According to the general custom, the tombs are next to each other. I don’t know what’s going on.

, these two tombs are separated by some distance.

The tomb on the left side of the tomb is shorter. Because it has not been repaired for a long time, many places are almost flattened by people. If it were not for the sacrificial stone in front, it would be difficult to distinguish it from the tomb. The tomb on the right seems to be a bit old, but fortunately people often make sacrifices.

Bye, the tomb has been renovated several times, but there is no tombstone. I guess this tomb must be Wang Jie's ancestor.

Without thinking too much, I asked the Eight Immortals to turn around, then put three pillars of incense and a pair of candles on the two graves on the left and right, burned some yellow paper, made three bows, and whispered: "Excuse me for disturbing you."

Qingxiu, please forgive me."

Afterwards, I bowed three times to the tomb, sprinkled some grains (note: grains for living burials must be black), and read some scriptures.

The porcelain bowl I threw had the mouth of the bowl facing up, which meant that the coffin head was facing that way. I turned my head and took a look at the coffin. The coffin head was facing the direction of the porcelain bowl, so there was no need to turn around.

First it was the porcelain bowl. Now even the ink fountain line is straight. You must know that it is an ordinary burial. The ink fountain line is some distance from the ground. It will be more or less skewed due to various factors. But now the ink fountain line is straight.

Yes, it's really a ghost. I don't have time to think about these problems, so I just attribute these achievements to the capable person Wang Jie's ancestor.

I flicked the ink fountain line vigorously, and the black line displayed on the ground was very straight. I was a little puzzled. According to normal principles, a lot of strange things happened in the ritual of living burial. But after entering the cemetery, everything went too smoothly.

Already?

Some parts of the ink fountain line are used to survey how to put the coffin into the tomb, and strive to put the coffin in place in one go. However, I am playing the ink fountain line this time to ward off evil spirits, because the moment the sun rises, it is full of life.

, but it is also the time when the Yin Qi is the heaviest.

Throwing this porcelain bowl is like a divination, which means asking the land god here for his meaning. If the mouth of the bowl is facing up, the head of the coffin will be toward the porcelain bowl. If the mouth of the bowl is down, the end of the coffin will be toward the porcelain bowl.

Then, I took out the ink fountain, drove a stake in front of the tomb, and tied the ink fountain line on it. The distance between the line and the ground was about 10 centimeters. Then I pulled it to the left, drove another stake, and wrapped the ink fountain line around it.

Circle it, make four strokes in succession, and drive four stakes, and the ink stroke line will appear as a square.

It’s so weird, this burial went so smoothly! I don’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. People are like this. If you allow yourself to complete difficult things easily, you will doubt the thing itself. I also

This custom is unavoidable.

After doing all this, I went to the end of the tomb and threw the porcelain bowl towards the upper right corner of the front of the tomb. (Note: Men throw it towards the upper left corner)

She nodded, grabbed a handful of mud from the side and sprinkled it on the coffin. Don't underestimate this handful of soil. According to the burial scriptures, this handful of soil is called "Tian Tu", which means to add blessings and longevity.

Of course, if it were a normal funeral, this handful of soil would not be scattered so that the deceased could be blessed and longevity. I guess no one would have the guts.

Closer to home, after playing the ink fountain thread, I inserted a pair of candles on the front and back of the tomb and lit them. The flame burned very well, without a flicker. Even if there was a breeze, the candle flame did not jump.

Thousands of years of practical experience from our ancestors tell us that when the sun rises, it is not suitable for burial, because the yin energy must be the strongest. If you ask why, we can’t tell you, because we Eight Immortals don’t have much culture, so we just follow the words of our ancestors.

Come on, no matter how knowledgeable you are or how eloquent you are, even if you talk about birds in the sky and jump into a cooking pot, we will not believe you. We only believe in the words of our ancestors.

After doing all this, I asked Joyce to turn around and asked her about the situation of the life Gu. She said that the breath of the life Gu was very weak, but it was much better than when it was in the main room. I did not continue to ask more questions, so I just let her

Grabbing a handful of dirt still on the coffin, she asked me why it was her. I told her that Wang Jie's fate was possessed by Wang Jie. She and Wang Jie had a slight blood relationship. This first handful of soil required a blood relative to do it, and now she could only let her do it.

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Some people say that Yin Qi is the strongest during the Zi period. It’s hard for us Eight Immortals to comment on it. After all, each school of thought has different standards for measuring Yin energy. The Taoists use Zi Shi as the alternation of two days as the standard, while we Eight Immortals use the old age as the standard.

The words of our ancestors are the standard.

Then, I asked the Eight Immortals to turn around, lift up the coffin, and slowly put it into the tomb. This process was very smooth and there was no sound at all. This made the Eight Immortals relax their tense heartstrings and smile knowingly.

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After placing it in the tomb, I looked at Mr. Gao and asked, "Have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"

He turned around, took out a black plastic bag from under the sacrificial stone of the tomb on the right, handed it to me, and said, "After digging the tomb, I followed your instructions and swept some soil from the bottom of the tomb.

They were some scattered pebbles, and I packed them in plastic bags and placed them under the sacrificial stones on her ancestors' graves."

After saying that, he looked at me doubtfully and asked: "Chen Baxian, what are these scattered stones used for?"
Chapter completed!