Moving the Grave (Twenty)

Looking at the old scholar lying on the ground, I felt very sad. I helped him up and asked him how he felt.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my face is tense!"

As he said that, he handed me two ankle bones and continued: "Wrap them up quickly. The sun will burn your grandpa." After saying that, his hands dropped weakly. I was shocked and thought he was dead.

I quickly stretched out my hand to touch his nose and found that he was breathing.

After taking the bones, I shouted to Lao Wang and the others, "Quickly, send the old scholar to the hospital!"

At this time, my father came over with a sullen face. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped me on the face. It was extremely painful. He cursed: "Jiuyaozi, look at what evil you have done. Let me go down."

You have to stop me. If anything happens to the old scholar, I will beat you to death when I get home."

After saying that, my father, Lao Wang and the others carried the old scholar and left. Only me, Fatty Guo, Qing Xuanzi, mother and Joyce were left on the grave.

I rubbed my cheeks, I had mixed feelings, I had all kinds of thoughts, and I felt a little confused. Qing Xuanzi patted me on the shoulder, and I came to my senses. He said: "Give me your ankle bone!"

I handed the bones to him and glanced at the place where the old scholar came up. There was a hole the size of a fist on the inside of the tomb, and there was a pool of water inside. If I guessed correctly, the two ankle bones should be soaked in water.

"Chen Baxian, come here and take a look. There are subtle tooth marks on these two bones!" Qing Xuanzi shouted to me.

I walked over and took a look. The teeth marks on the bones were very thin. Judging from the shape, they should be the teeth marks of mice. I asked Qing Xuanzi, "Did the mice dig the bones into that small hole?"

When we were carried to the cemetery, it was already getting dark. My father and I were kneeling on both feet, and our feet were a little numb, and there were faint blood stains on our foreheads. This is how we should be filial sons and grandsons. We must satisfy our ancestors in terms of etiquette.

That's true, but it was our family's relocation of the grave that made the old scholar become like this. I was not the only one to blame myself, everyone present was not in high spirits, and the scene was a bit heavy.

Afterwards, Qing Xuanzi sat on the ground, read some scriptures next to the coffin, performed some Taoist rituals, sealed the coffin, inserted rivets, and nailed a piece of red cloth to the front and back ends of the coffin.

The Eight Immortals stood in their respective positions, shoulder to shoulder, slowly lifted the coffin, and moved forward slowly. My father and I followed beside the coffin, and Joyce carried her mother on her back and walked behind us. Every time we walked,

My father and I had to hurry up and walk to the front of the coffin, then kneel on the ground without raising our heads until the coffin passed by us before we could raise our heads.

He nodded and said, "It should be, otherwise your grandpa wouldn't have been dreaming about you for several days in a row!"

However, the tomb relocation had to continue. In desperation, I forced a smile, handed Qing Xuanzi a red envelope, and distributed a round of cigarettes to everyone present.

I asked him why he nailed the red cloth. He said that moving the tomb is not a white happy event, but also a red happy event. Nailing two pieces of red cloth is to hang some happiness and good luck, and to bring about the negative energy of moving the tomb.

It is heavy, and it is easy to attract ghosts when carrying the coffin. With a red cloth on it, it can calm the ghosts around it.

Originally, my mother had to kneel down to greet her grandfather's coffin, saying that her grandfather treated her well during his lifetime and she could not lose etiquette. However, considering my mother's inconvenience, I discussed with Joyce for a while and asked her to stand in for my mother. She blushed at first.

Face said, this is not good! After thinking about it for a while, she didn’t know why, so she agreed. However, since she was carrying her mother behind her back, Joyce didn’t really kneel down, she just bent down to show courtesy.

After doing all this, I gave a red envelope to each of the Eight Immortals. The red envelope for filling old graves was the heaviest red envelope in the whole ceremony. I stuffed 24 yuan in it. It was considered a full filial piety. It was an ordinary red envelope.

They are all 12 yuan.

After about three minutes, Qing Xuanzi found a radish and nine copper coins, put them into the tomb, pushed some soil on top of the tomb and covered it. Then he poured some gasoline on the coffin, lit it on fire, and waited for it to be burned.

After finishing, the Eight Immortals filled the tomb, Qing Xuanzi stood on it and read some scriptures, and asked my father and I to kneel beside it.

After hearing this, my legs went weak and I knelt on the ground weakly. I didn't say anything. I kept blaming myself in my heart. I shouldn't have hesitated at the beginning, I should have jumped down from the tomb immediately, so that nothing would happen to anyone.

Thinking about it, if someone in our ancestors had a bad life in the underworld, they would usually entrust their dreams to future generations, and my grandfather entrusted us with his dreams. It should be that he could no longer live in his grave, and two ankle bones were taken away by rats.

Are you in such a hurry to move the grave?

After we were busy for a while, Qing Xuanzi sprinkled some rootless water on the two ankle bones, lifted up the black cloth and placed the bones where they should be, and the entire human skeleton appeared in front of us.

After we finished finishing the new coffin, my father and Lao Wang came back with sullen expressions. They looked a little strange, so I asked them what happened to the old scholar.

"Jiuyaozi, don't blame yourself. The old scholar said that this was his disaster. His life span has come to an end and it has nothing to do with you." Lao Wang came over, pulled me up and consoled me.

Grandpa's new grave is in the cemetery of our village. It's not that far away. It's just a climb over a hill and a few fields. The Eight Immortals carried it steadily along the way, and there were no accidents. Even the firecrackers were setting off nearby.

Lang Gao couldn't help but say, "It was so smooth, the coffin didn't even empty."

Lao Wang glanced at me and said: "The old scholar refuses to go to the hospital. He is afraid that he will die in the hospital and cannot enter the hall. We have called a crappy doctor from the countryside and are giving the old scholar an intravenous drip. Judging from the situation, he will not live long."

We rested for a while, and when our physical strength was almost restored, Qing Xuanzi asked Lang Gao to light the firecrackers and prepare to drive off. He walked to the front of the coffin, holding a mourning stick in one hand and an evil bell in the other, and chanted some incomprehensible incantations.

My father and I, one handed a red envelope to the Eight Immortals, and the other handed out cigarettes to the Eight Immortals. Logically speaking, this red envelope should not be given, because carrying a coffin is calculated based on salary and is not included in etiquette.

However, I consider that it is the second burial, which is more or less unlucky. The red envelope may not be of much use on ordinary days, but it is somewhat useful in this second burial. The main reason is that red can bring happiness, and to put it bluntly, it is for the Eight Immortals.

Bring happiness and eliminate bad luck.

Once the red envelope is given out, no matter how much money is in it, it is the owner's wish, and the Eight Immortals will accept it with a smile. Of course, some of the Eight Immortals will definitely get angry if they see the red envelope contains less money. It is difficult to say this kind of thing, after all,

The nine sons born from the dragon are all different! They are all based on their temperament.

However, although the Eight Immortals who follow me are a little poorer, they are not greedy for money at heart. They will accept whatever the master gives and will not deliberately make things difficult for the master. Perhaps it is for this reason that the income of our group of Eight Immortals is not as high as Liu's.

There are many Eight Immortals in Kai's group.
Chapter completed!