There were many wooden magic tablets, incense burners, etc. placed on the table, all covered with a thick layer of dust.
There are also a large number of bright yellow canvases hanging on the ceiling with ropes. Over time, those hanging canvases have become somewhat oxidized and look very old and dirty.
There is also a very old-fashioned broken cabinet, as if someone had lived here before.
I looked at them one by one with a flashlight and found some incomprehensible patterns and words painted on each wooden tablet, like some kind of talisman.
Brother Yu suddenly said: "This... this seems to be the arrangement of the dipping party."
He raised his head and frowned: "Dip Hui?"
Brother Yu shook his head: "Look at these yellow cloths." Brother Yu pointed to the yellow cloth hanging on the roof of the cave with a rope and said: "In the past, we would pray for blessings in the temple. Once I saw Taoist priests doing it, called Luo Tian
Dipping, very similar to this, is also used to pray for salvation."
"Come here quickly! There is writing on the table!" Xiaoxuan shouted.
There is a yellow cloth on the table where the memorial tablet is placed, with two passages written on it with a red brush.
"The talisman integrates the yin and yang of all things. Only those with a sincere heart can use it. With my essence, it combines with the essence of all things in the world. With my god, it combines with the god of all things in the world. I call upon the ghosts and gods within a small area and within the size.
Dare you disobey."
"Luo Qizhanhui saved people who died in vain and set an example. After a hundred years, it disappeared into thin air."
After reading these two paragraphs, Brother Yu and I looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.
This handwriting is exactly the same, we have seen it before!
The piece of cloth that Grandma Xiao Tang kept in the sweet potato cellar also had this kind of writing on it!
It’s that female Taoist priest from the late Qing Dynasty, Chen Meiqing!
"Look! There is something above!" Ah Chun raised his head and held up a flashlight, and suddenly shouted.
I quickly looked up.
"What? Where is it?"
All I saw was layers of yellow canvas hung up.
"There! Did you see it?"
"Behind those two layers of yellow cloth! It's blocking it! It's a person!"
I followed the position she pointed at and took a closer look. My scalp instantly went numb!
There is someone hanging from the ceiling of the cave!
This man was covered in layers of yellow cloth, with only one shoe-clad foot exposed!
"Damn it! Someone hanged himself!"
Dou Sprouts also saw human feet, and he was so frightened that he immediately took a step back.
"Don't panic," he raised his head and said, "Even if you are a human being, you are still a dead person. What are you afraid of?"
"Wen Bin, pick up the Luoyang shovel and lift up the yellow cloth to take a look."
"Okay," Brother Yu nodded.
The roof of the cave was not low from the ground, so we connected the Luoyang shovel casings in the bag and twisted them together to make a long iron stick.
Brother Yu held up the shaft and approached the human foot.
Slowly lifting the yellow cloth, the pole touched the hanging person.
With just a slight touch, the hanging figure seemed to have no weight and began to sway from side to side with its back to us.
Gradually I can see it.
She looks like a woman with long hair.
She is not very tall, has a thick rope hanging around her neck, and is wearing a Taoist costume. Because her back is to us, we can’t be sure she is a woman. We have to look at her face.
"Wen Bin, let's see if we can turn this person around." He said with a frown and a flashlight on his head.
"Okay, I'll try."
Brother Yu tried several times with Luoyang shovel.
I feel something is wrong.
Why is this person like this? He is so light and flamboyant. When the Luoyang shovel touches him, his hair moves wildly and his body sways back and forth.
But wait until the moment you turn around...
See clearly.
This is not a complete person....
The face was completely rotten, with only white bones and a pair of black holes in the eye sockets, but the hair was well preserved, as if it had been stained on the skull.
The Taoist robe is worn on the body, but from the front it is full of rotten grass.
No wonder it's so light, the Luoyang shovel rocks back and forth when touched.
