The four guys have a good attitude. Even though they are dirty, everything they eat tastes good.
"Uncle, we have been waiting for half a month, and we can't wait any longer. Maybe this is a very dark place, and uncle won't be able to calculate our location."
"Um!"
Xuanyuan Hen nodded, packed some food and drink, and walked down the mountain with Camellia mother and son.
After walking for five days, I saw a small mountain village in the valley. Camellia knocked on the door of a house.
The person who opened the door was a lame middle-aged man with a face covered with network scars, which almost scared the two little children to tears.
"Brother, a few of us are lost. How can we get to the snowy mountain?"
"Girl, I really don't know where the snow-capped mountains are. This is the Black Mountain, and eight hundred miles further there is the volcano."
"The white-eyed wolf is so cruel, he slapped us over ten thousand miles away with one palm." Xuanyuan Hen was so angry that he covered his chest and gasped for breath.
Shancha was also dumbfounded. She knew that Heishan belonged to Guangyuan Province and was more than 10,000 miles away from Qianyun County. No wonder Grandpa couldn't calculate their location!
Now they are penniless and have to walk back on two legs for at least a year.
The four guys thanked the middle-aged man and came to the edge of the village. They sat on the roadside and started scolding Xuanyuan Li.
Xuanyuan Hen scolded and frowned, "Girl, White Eyed Wolf is the Immortal Corpse King, why can he fan us out so far?"
"I have dragon scales in my hands and my body is weightless, so I can carry you so far."
"Where's the dragon scale?"
"I lost it when I landed on the ground."
"Alas!" Xuanyuan Hen sighed, "Go into the village and ask for some food from the two children!"
"Master Zhang, it's bad, Grandma Sun's leg was broken."
As soon as a few people arrived in the west of the village, they saw a family doing some errands. A fat woman rushed to the door in a panic, "Master Zhang, Mrs. Sun, who is doing the crying work, can't come. What should we do now?"
An old Taoist priest came out angrily, "Didn't I tell you that I, the poor Taoist, didn't see you when Mrs. Han left, and she was holding resentment in her heart.
She must find someone who can cry to comfort her.
It’s almost time to cry, and it’s too late to find someone now, so it’s better for your own family members to cry!”
"Master Zhang, you don't know that my mother-in-law is very stingy and doesn't let us have enough to eat on weekdays.
When she dies, it’s good if we can hold back our laughter, how can we cry.”
The old Taoist priest looked embarrassed, "Where can I find someone at this time...!"
"Old Taoist priest, I have done crying work before, why don't you let us try it?"
The old Taoist priest turned around and was startled to see two people whose noses and eyes could not even be distinguished from each other, standing silently behind them.
"Are you doing the crying job?"
Shancha cleared her throat, "I have been doing the job of crying for several years. I miss my mother in front of the grave, pass through the underworld, and watch the hometown. I can sing it."
"Are you serious?"
"You can't joke about wasted work. I understand the rules. If you do a good job, it all depends on your employer's reward."
"Okay! Then you guys try it!"
While the old Taoist priest and the fat woman were preparing, Xuanyuan Hen lowered his voice and said, "Girl, what is crying work?"
“Some old people were immoral during their lifetime, and after their children died, they couldn’t cry, so they hired people to do the crying.
If the cry before the soul is not loud, the deceased will be resentful and will raise his body.
If you can't cry, just keep an eye on the two babies and I can cry alone."
"Isn't it just crying? There's nothing I can't do. Just thinking about the white-eyed wolf makes me so angry that I burst into tears."
Shan Cha led several people to the funeral shed, where Mrs. Han's filial sons and grandsons were already kneeling on both sides of the funeral bed.
Shan Cha took several strips of white cloth from the table and tied them around the waists of several people.
Except for those who played funeral music, everyone in the funeral shed curiously stared at the four beggars, wondering why the beggar accepted the crying job.
Those who do the crying work are usually old ladies or adult men. There are very few young girls doing this job. Firstly, the little girl has a small face and cannot save face, and secondly, the work is in vain and unlucky.
Shancha has never known what face is since she was a child, and her psychological quality is very poor.
"Auntie!"
Shan Cha cried and knelt down in front of the funeral bed. She didn't dare to kneel down, fearing that a thunderstorm would chop the old lady into pieces.
"My grandma! There is a copper stove for burning incense, white flags hanging around and paper money scattered. When grandma goes to the Yinluo Hall, she bursts into tears when she comes to the coffin! My grandma!
I knelt down and hurriedly reported, please listen clearly, my mother is destined to return to the house today, and she will leave her soul when the impermanence comes!"
When Shancha thought about the tragic deaths of Grandma and Master, her tears flowed down her cheeks.
"Master Wuchang sighed, holding a mourning stick in his hand, and sent you to the bridge. As you were walking, you saw with your eyes that the road ahead was half cloudy and half bright. The wind was miserable on the half dark side, and the cold rustle on the half bright side.
Auntie asked Wuchang hurriedly when she would return home to see Yangchen.
Impermanence tells you the truth. Grandma, you should listen carefully!
Ahead is the realm of yin and yang, where yang comes and yin comes. When my mother heard this, she shed tears and stopped her journey to the yin world.
A-Niang, A-Niang, my daughter will never have an A-Niang again!"
The people in the mourning shed felt sad and shed tears one after another. The unfilial sons also remembered how their mother-in-law had gone through all kinds of hardships to raise them and burst into tears.
Shan Cha reached for the paper money and threw it into the brazier, and then sang: "The world of Yin and Yang passes by, and Yin and Yang lead the way forward. My mother has to use her eyes to see that there are three officials in a yamen, and they come up to call their names first. It is really dangerous to call Mingjing."
The good and evil in life are fully reflected, from ten feet high to five feet wide, everyone comes here to reflect, either doing evil or doing good. Auntie, you have worked hard all your life! The reflection in the mirror is very sad, and you have no time to spare for the sake of your children.
Auntie! My daughter will be filial to you in her next life!
The place in front of the gate of hell is so majestic. I saw a city from a distance, like a big camp in the underworld. Men and women lined up in lines, all of them trembling with fear. Some had bulging eyes and teeth as fierce as tigers, and some had disheveled hair that looked like ghosts.
Some are holding iron staffs and copper hammers, and some are holding steel forks to kill people. Don’t panic, Auntie, the Fengdu City is in front of you. After passing the gate of hell, there is the Naihe Bridge in front of you...!"
Xuanyuan Hen thought of his mother and the tragic experiences of these years, and almost burst into tears. The two little children also burst into tears.
Shancha has remembered Xu Feng's words since she was a child, and it was easy not to shed tears. She cried happily today.
"The five passes are all passed one after another, and in front of them is the bloody river, which makes waves.
I saw a few young hangers-on, a few red-eyed old ladies, a few young people crying, and a few old people bursting into tears.
It's hard to sit in this bloody river, and it's hard to drink from this bloody river!
Grandma wants to ask Gui Cha, what kind of sin is this in the underworld, and why does a person sit in a river of blood after death? Grandma, don’t be afraid!
The ghost missionary explained clearly that when you give birth to a child, you have to pour dirty water on the same day, face the sun to wash the bloody water, pollute your clothes and wash the rivers.
He scolded his children in front of the Kitchen God, wrapped his stinky feet in front of the God of God, and baked his feet in front of the stove to dry his bed.