Four or five people were using flashlights and milling around Nai Li's coffin on the ground.
"Is there any? But show me carefully."
"No, I looked here."
"Where's that end?"
"I don't have one here either."
Mr. Song was relieved after hearing this.
"That's good, that's good. Let's go get the pole and rope. We can't bury it in this place. We need to carry it back first."
"Wait, I'll get it right away."
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the boss ran up with the pole and rope. They didn't have a truck, so they had to put on the pole and carry it down the mountain manually.
"one two three."
"rise!"
The coffin was being lifted up swaying. I couldn't just watch, I had to help, so I stretched out my hand to help hold the rope.
Er Peng was at the very back, and when he raised it up, he heard him shout: "Sir, sir! Come and take a look!"
Using a flashlight, we followed the position of Erpeng's raised finger.
There was a bloodstain there....
It wasn't much, and it got stuck under the headrest of the coffin.
I couldn't notice it when I laid it flat, but I saw it when I lifted it up. It might have been a group fight just now, someone's head was broken, and they accidentally touched it here.
The next second, something strange happened.
Obviously several people saw it, even me, but Song Wang squinted his eyes and said, "It's okay, this is dirt, carry it back quickly."
"Oh, I got it."
It was around ten o'clock in the evening. Because of the hot weather, many people in the village would put on mats and quilts to sleep on the roof at night, so many people saw the coffin being carried back.
People on the roof asked: "Lao Quan, what's going on? Why is Grandma Li back again?"
There was still blood on Lao Quan's face. He raised his head and wanted to speak, but was kicked in the rear. Mr. Song said with a cold face: "Stop talking and go back quickly."
When they arrived at the door of their home, paper was still being burned in the mourning hall. Mr. Song placed three bricks at each of the four corners and asked people to lower the coffin.
"Pull out the stick, stop burning paper, and get out first. I'll keep Jin close by."
"Little brother, please stay and I'll have a chat with you."
People went out one after another, and finally he and I were the only two people left.
I asked what happened.
The mourning hall was built with raincloths and sticks, and there were light bulbs on the outside. There were no lights inside, so the lighting relied on the light of a few candles.
There were several fruit plates on the tribute table, Li Nai's photo was leaning against the wall, and the flames of white candles were burning long.
I asked what was wrong. Mr. Song looked at the coffin sideways, frowned and said, "Don't you have research in this area? Tell me a few words."
I shook my head: "I don't understand, I'm just doing blind research. Sir, what do you think is wrong?"
He smoothed his hair and looked worried.
In fact, there is only a ring of hair on the edge of Mr. Song's head, and the number of hairs can be counted. Others said that he gave each hair a name and regarded it very seriously.
He thought for a while and said: "Happiness and mourning are a good thing, but in just one day, I was buried in the earth, saw the sun and the moon, and even touched human blood. None of it was auspicious, so I was afraid that the joy and mourning would become more serious (chong).
Lost."
"Is joyful mourning turning into heavy mourning?"
I said: "Did you make a mistake?"
He looked indifferent and nodded.
I've heard this word before.
"Double mourning" is also called fuhu in our Northeast. It means that one person in the family dies first, and then within a short period of time, immediate family members pass away one after another.
Some time ago, I came across a video of a funeral car pulling a family, and there was a car accident on the highway. The car overturned and everyone died.
In the eyes of their husbands, this incident is a typical "heavy mourning."
If less than two people die, it is called a "double mourning." If three people die, it is a "triple mourning." If four or more people die, it is called a "fourth mourning." The consequences are very serious, and one may have to cut off his descendants.
He sighed and said, "What I said on the mountain just now, once it spreads in the village, will not only cause panic, but also many people will not believe it. I have encountered this kind of thing a few years ago."
He looked at me and held out four fingers.
"Jian, Ping, Kai, Yin,"
"When I was young, I learned art from a master. In the first lesson, I had to remember this."
"Jian means Tai Sui breaks the big losses, flat means Gou Chen collects and makes twists, Kai means Tai Yin stars hold small losses, and Yin means hide and seek."
"You can't oppose the Taiyin Star, Gou Chen Star, Tai Sui Star in one day. Peek-a-boo is a corpse and you can't see a wild cat or a black cat. Those who oppose it may be in severe mourning. Master asked me to remember it a long time ago."
"Um...."
I held my chin and nodded, but actually I didn't understand a word.
I think it's okay to irritate others, just don't irritate me.
"It's not easy... Time is too tight and I'm not prepared."
Mr. Song touched his chin, thought for a while and then said: "We will observe for a day tomorrow to see if there are white ants under the coffin. If white ants appear, the coffin will have to be opened."
"White ants? What do you mean?" I asked again.
He said: "The presence of white ants or ants in the coffin or around the coffin, from a Feng Shui perspective, has a great impact on the health of living people. This is a precursor. If it is not dealt with and allowed to develop, there may be a serious loss in the family.
"
"If an ant nest appears on the coffin and your father is still at home, you must go to the hospital for a physical examination."
I frowned and thought for a while, then looked back at the coffin and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Song, let me ask you something, did Grandma Li smoke before she was alive?"
He was stunned and said: "You don't know?"
"Old people like to use pipe pots to smoke dry cigarettes. When they were alive, they would never leave their hands."
My face turned white instantly!
Because I didn’t know that Li Nai loved smoking dry cigarettes.
"Song...Mr. Song, I...I just accidentally saw it."
"What? What did you see?"
I whispered: "I saw Li Nai sitting on the coffin with her legs crossed and smoking, and she was smoking without any smoke."
He pushed me and said dirty words: "Get out of here! Damn it! Don't scare me, okay?"
"You're not sir? You're still scared!
"Maybe it was too dark just now and my eyesight was dazzled."
At this time, the white candle on the tribute table was half burned, and the paper money in the brazier was also extinguished.
Then, with a dark face, he whispered: "Then look back now and see if Grandma Li is here."
I shook my head desperately and said I didn't want to read it.
He said again, take a look.
I swallowed, stood there, and slowly turned around...
Nothing.
The red coffin was placed neatly on the bricks, with its four corners suspended in the air.
Damn, it scared me to death.
"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving." He left the funeral hall after leaving a few words.
Do you know who I suddenly thought of?
I suddenly remembered the old lady in Yulin. At that time, Xie Qirong was carrying the old lady who had been dead for several days back and forth on Dongshan Mountain, and her shroud had fallen apart.
When I came out of the mourning hall, Er Pengju was waiting for me. He frowned and said, "Brother, I just hit someone. Will I be arrested? Then they will sentence me."
I was confused and upset, so I casually said, "Yes, if you hit a public official, you might get a reprieve from death."
Er Pengju scratched his head vigorously: "I regret it. I was too impulsive just now. I like a girl from the next village and I haven't confessed yet. I have a ten-year-old girl at home..."
He kept talking and I just left and went back to sleep.
While walking on the road, I also thought: "Looking at the size of the earth, the underground tomb should be dozens of square meters. If it is a Song tomb, it will not be a civilian tomb, it may be an official or something."
I live at an Internet cafe and it takes more than an hour to walk there.
Everyone was asleep at this time, and I kept feeling cold on the back of my neck while walking alone at night. I didn’t know what was going on.
I was scared, so I lit a cigarette to strengthen my courage.
