Shock! Horror! Horror! No emotion could allow me to release my inner emotions at this moment.
The Yin soldiers were shouting, and they fell on their backs. The torrent of Yin Qi, like a group of ferocious beasts, completely defeated the Yin soldiers and rushed out of the village.
Taoist Priest Bai Lian stood there, staring blankly at this scene with pain on his face.
"It's me! It's me!" Taoist Master Bai Lian shouted, "It's me who killed so many people! It's me!"
The Yin Qi dissipated, as if the heat had dissipated in the air. I stared at the disappearing Yin Qi and Yin soldiers, and I almost collapsed to the ground.
Bang! With a sound, an object fell from the sky, and it was grandma’s memorial tablet. It fell to the ground alone, as if to tell the desolation of grandma. Apart from this tablet, there were only a dozen or so objects left on the road.
The flesh and blood on the skeleton slowly melted away like white snow in spring. Apart from these, there was nothing left. Whether it was Yin Qi or Yin soldiers, they disappeared without a trace.
Dad walked out of the yard slowly, tears already falling down his cheeks.
I gritted my teeth and stared at Taoist Bai Lian with endless hatred in my eyes.
"It's me who's sorry for everyone! It's me who harmed everyone! If I didn't stop her, she could have stopped these evil soldiers and kept everyone in the village alive!" Taoist Master Bai Lian shouted, holding a hand in his hand.
Tao Mujian, "I deserve to die! I am here to kill myself to apologize!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he actually raised the mahogany sword in his hand and placed it across his neck.
I took a deep breath and saw my father grabbing his hand all of a sudden, with a very calm look in his eyes.
The people around looked at this scene quietly, seemingly stunned. They did not expect that the person they were going to condemn tonight actually saved them all.
The old village chief's face turned red, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud. He stared at the tablet and slowly kowtowed his head.
Plop! Plop!
Dozens of people present knelt on the ground at the same time, slowly lowering their heads against the cold road.
Li Daihe rushed out, with pain on his face, "Grandma..."
My body shook and finally fell to the ground. Dad walked slowly to the center of the crowd alone and held the tablet in the palm of his hand, as if it was the most precious thing in his life.
"I...I am a sinner!" Taoist Master Bai Lian shouted.
Dad ignored him, glanced at him, and walked slowly to the door of my house, "Tianju, let's go home!"
I nodded and staggered up, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. When I returned to the yard, my grandpa sat down on the recliner, with tears already streaming down his cloudy eyes.
I walked forward slowly and supported Grandpa's body.
"Tianju! I feel proud to have a wife like your grandma!" Grandpa said tremblingly.
I was stunned for a moment and found that my grandfather's eyes were clear and clear, and he seemed to have regained his intelligence.
Dad entered the house alone, and when he came out, he was already carrying a stack of yellow paper. There is a rule here. Whenever there is a funeral in the family, a stack of yellow paper will be prepared and then used
Thread the rope and hang it outside the door of your home. This is telling outsiders that there is a funeral in the family.
Staring at the pile of yellow paper, my body shook slightly.
Dad stopped and whispered: "Don't blame those people, because even without them, your grandma would have left us today!"
I was stunned for a moment, "What... what on earth is going on?"
"Twelve years ago, the Yin soldiers came across the border. Your grandfather escaped from the mountains, but he was already in danger. Your grandma gave her own life in exchange for your grandfather's and theirs. It was worth it!" Dad said slowly.
I walked out of the yard and hung up the long yellow paper.
I felt a little shuddered in my heart, "So, grandma knows that there will be Yin soldiers crossing the border tonight?"
"There is a cycle of twelve years, how can the seven evil spirits live peacefully?" Grandpa said from the side.
There was a slight tremor in my heart. I didn't expect that it would be another Seven Evils. These Seven Evils were so difficult to deal with. After costing my grandma her life, she also wasted twelve years of her time to be buried.
Outside the door, more and more villagers gathered outside, with deep guilt on their faces.
Dad sighed, "There is a funeral in the family, so I won't entertain you today. You can just do whatever you need to do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, my father turned around and walked into the yard.
I looked back at the courtyard and saw that everyone, led by the village chief, consciously stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard and had knelt down unconsciously.
Grandpa sighed, turned around and walked into the house, never coming out again.
"Tianju, we..." Li Daihe said hurriedly outside the door.
I waved my hand, "It's all the Seven Evils!"
"No! That's not the case! Qisha Ming is inside Mangshan. If it was grandpa who placed Qisha Ming back then, it is grandma who has placed Qisha Ming now! If it weren't for you, Qisha Ming would still rush out.
Those people who died then will not be the ones who died now!" Li Daihe said loudly.
My body trembled and I stared at his face. Li Daihe was right, Qisha Ming was in Mangshan. This was an unchangeable fact. Even if grandpa had not provoked Qisha Ming back then, he would have rushed out on his own.
Grandpa's resettlement back then had already taken twelve years. Grandma turned into Yin Qi today and also bought time. Although the Seven Evils are still the Seven Evils, many fewer people have died.
Thinking feebly in my heart, I waved my hand and said, "Stop talking, I'm in a bad mood now!"
I turned around and walked back to the house, reaching out to help my father set up the coffin. My mother went to my grandfather's room and took out a jar of ashes. Then my father and I moved the coffin from the warehouse into the coffin.
Shed. I didn’t expect that my father had already prepared everything. He knew that grandma was leaving today, so he prepared everything so early.
There was a hint of fish belly white on the horizon. I raised my head and looked at the sky, and found that light snow had fallen. The snowflakes fell on my cheeks, giving me a slightly cool feeling.
I shook my head, placed the word "Dian" in place, found a futon, and knelt in the mourning hall.
Wang Hongyu's eyes turned red from crying. She also put the filial piety belt around her waist and put the sackcloth on herself. I originally wanted to let Wang Hongyu go back to the house, but I didn't expect that she was very stubborn and insisted on kneeling in the mourning shed.
in.
When the sky was getting dark, the temperature was extremely cold. Wang Hongyu and I each put on another piece of clothing and lit the burning paper in our hands. I don’t know when this custom of burning paper started, but I know that this is absolutely not true.
Able to fall.
The tributes are placed, and then the ever-glazing lantern is placed. The ever-glaring lantern can allow the dead to light the way to the underworld. As for whether this statement is accurate, no one has really verified it.
It was already bright, but the sky was still covered with clouds. Countless snowflakes fell, as if grandma was saying her final farewell.
There seemed to be more villagers kneeling at the door, and a layer of white snow fell on their bodies.
Dad walked outside the door and helped these people up one by one, but these people had no intention of getting up. Dad had no choice but to go back to the house and get some more futons to prevent these people from getting hurt.
There was a sound of a car motor outside the door, and then a cry of grief. Wang Xichen was the first to rush in, and he knelt down in his grandma's funeral shed.
"Old lady, why did you leave just like that?" Wang Xichen cried loudly.
I glanced at Wang Xichen and felt a little disgusted in my heart.
Wang Xichen's crying did not last long, because no one around him paid attention to him. After getting up, there was a sad expression on his face, "Tianju, I have some important things to deal with these days. If you have anything to do,
Call me promptly!"
I nodded, but didn't say much. At this time, the old doctor came in with Chen Sui. Looking at the coffin in the funeral shed, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily.
Chen Su sighed, "People cannot be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad, Tianju!"
I nodded and said nothing more. At this time, Dai Jie also walked in and looked at me with fear on her face, "What... is going on?"
After I explained softly, Dai Jie's face immediately turned pale.
I sighed and looked at the crowd in the distance. An old voice moved in and looked at me with half-squinted eyes.
My heart trembled, and I looked at Wang Chian.
Wang Chi sighed angrily, burned a stick of incense, and then turned and left the yard. I stared at his back, always feeling a little uneasy.
"Tianju, get up, we are going to deliver syrup!" Dad said softly.
I stood up in a hurry and followed behind my father. Chen Sui took the initiative to take on this task and walked in front carrying a bucket of slurry. Some people say that if a person’s spirit does not rise after death,
Then the ghost has not left, and filial sons and grandsons need to deliver milk and water every day to prevent the dead from starving. And if they are buried in the ground, they have to go to the cemetery to light a flame every day for three days, which indicates that this is a newly deceased person.
people.
He walked slowly outside the door, and Dai Jie hurriedly caught up behind him.
My face was slightly stunned, and I watched her tie the mourning belt around her waist and nodded to me. I sighed in my heart, maybe this was Dai Jie's statement.
My parents looked over, but didn't say much. At this time, the people kneeling outside the door moved. Everyone slowly stood up and followed me.
Chen Sui was at the front. When he turned around, he frowned and looked at me.