By the way, I haven’t done anything to offend this middle-aged man since I came in, right? He spoke to me in a tone that seemed like I owed him millions and wouldn’t pay him back. I just want to say one thing to this kind of person, go to hell.
Your M’s madness!
But I just cursed secretly in my heart, I don't want to quarrel with anyone now. After exchanging glances with him, I was about to go out, when a wailing cry came from outside, and I subconsciously looked outside.
I saw a beautiful and sexy woman in a beautiful and sexy dress at the door, squeezing among the crowd and trying to come in. When the students who had been crowding around outside saw her, they all backed away and made way for this woman to come in.
As soon as she came in, she knelt down next to the body and screamed, "You left so early, what should I do if you leave me alone! Ugh..."
This woman was Lao Ban’s wife. This was the first time I saw her, but because I had seen Lao Ban’s wedding photos a few days ago, I recognized her immediately.
I wanted to go up and comfort her, but when I looked closer, I was surprised. Was her tear duct broken? Why was she crying without tears? And the crying was a bit exaggerated, unnatural, like she was pretending.
Alas, what's wrong with me? I'm so suspicious of others when we first met. Didn't I shed a tear when my grandpa left? It's not that I wasn't sad, it was just that I really couldn't cry.
No matter what, I went up to help her up and comforted her, "Don't be too sad, Mrs., after all, people cannot be resurrected; look at it, there are still many beautiful things waiting for you in the future life."
"Yes, sister-in-law, don't be too sad, it will hurt your health," the middle-aged man said.
Mr. Mo shouted to the students outside, "Take your wife to rest first, I'm going to do a religious service."
Previously, because the space in the room was limited, not too many people could be allowed in, so the students in our class had been standing around outside, afraid to come in, for fear of getting in the way. But now that the father-in-law said this, three girls came over together,
He supported his wife and said, "Mrs., go and rest first. Crying too much is not good for your health."
The teacher's wife broke away from the hands of the girls and cried even louder, saying that she would not leave and would stay by Laoban's side no matter what.
All of us around us kept trying our best to persuade her to go rest first. But she just wouldn't listen. She just lay on top of the body and wailed, unwilling to leave at all.
At this time, Mr. Mo suddenly lost his temper. He flipped his hand and opened the white cloth covering the body, revealing the frightened look that the old man had maintained even after his death. "Ah!" The girls who came in saw this.
At this look, I was so scared that I screamed and stepped back quickly. The teacher's wife was also frightened and fell to the ground, with a look of panic on her face and did not dare to look at the body again. "How could this happen?!"
Mr. Mo had an angry look on his face, "Have you seen it? Your husband's behavior is called refusing to rest in peace. If you don't do it quickly, something will happen!"
"Liya." A man who didn't know where he came from squeezed out of the crowd. He looked very strong and fit. He was wearing a white suit and had a delicate smile on his face.
He walked up to his wife and said, "Liya, listen to me, don't cry your body out." The man raised his hand to touch his wife's hair, but suddenly remembered that there were people watching around him, so he stopped.
He came down, turned to scratch the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.
The teacher's wife, who was a head shorter than him, raised her head and looked at him, nodded slightly, and then followed the man out.
She doesn’t know what kind of relationship this man has with her. She just stopped wailing as soon as she saw this man come in. So many of us tried to persuade her to no avail, but as soon as the man came in, he just said:
In one sentence, she became so obedient.
The girls who originally came in were now squatting beside the corpse, with red eyes, crying, "Teacher, why did you leave so suddenly?"
Watching them cry, I also felt a sense of sadness welling up in my heart. I wanted to cry. As a saying goes, a man will not shed tears easily. Although I was sad, I controlled my emotions and did not let myself shed tears. Despite this,
, my eyes still feel swollen with heat.
"Look, Zhang Hui's eyes are red."
"Hey, Lao Ban used to always target him everywhere. Now that Lao Ban is dead, shouldn't he be happy?"
"What did you see? Damn it, did Zhang Hui cry? His eyes are so red."
………
A few boys at the door saw my eyes turned red, and they started talking there. Sometimes I really felt that they were quite ignorant. Even though my old classmate died, they didn’t feel sad at all. They were still making noises at this time.
They didn’t know how to respect the dead at all. But I didn’t pay attention to what they said. I took a few pieces of paper money and burned them in the brazier. The hot firelight shone on my face. From the flames, I seemed to see the figure of Lao Ban. I thought of
When he taught in high school for three years, there was a scene where I was scolded by him every time I violated discipline. Now I know that he has good intentions. The reason why he was so harsh on us before was because he hoped that we could study hard and be successful in the future.
Society doesn't have to suffer too much, but now I understand this but it's too late because the person is no longer here.
I was staring blankly at the flames in the brazier when someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder. There was a kind smile on Mr. Mo's face covered with age rings, "My child, don't be too sad."
"When he was still here, I didn't understand his good intentions, but now..." As I said that, I couldn't help it anymore, and tears flowed down like spring water.
Mo Gong signaled the girls to leave. The girls each wiped the tears from their eyes and walked out, supporting each other. When I saw them leaving, I got up and prepared to leave, but Mo Gong stopped me. He said, "Child,
You don’t have to leave, stay and help me.”
I looked at him doubtfully. Aren't there a few people in the room? How can I help by staying? He said, "You'll find out later."
After that, he asked the middle-aged man to make an altar at the feet of the corpse, and placed a pig's head and other tributes on it, as well as a bowl of uncooked rice, and a few sticks of incense to slowly burn.
The middle-aged man carried a relatively high stool and placed it in front of the altar, and then asked Mr. Mo to sit down. Mr. Mo put the book in his hand flat on the table, then slowly turned it over and took it from his pocket.
He took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on, and looked at the book for a while, his expression was very solemn.
Then I started to read the contents of the book while shaking my left leg, but I couldn't understand anything that was being read, because the book seemed to be called the Mo Jing, which was an ancient book handed down by the Mo sect of the Zhuang people. It contained various records.
I have seen the spells taught by Zhong Mo before, and they were written in vernacular Chinese. But the book in my hands was written in ancient Zhuang script, and I couldn’t understand it at all.
Some people may ask, how come you are from the Zhuang ethnic group and can’t understand it? In fact, not every Zhuang ethnic group can speak Zhuang dialect, right? Moreover, even if you understand Zhuang dialect, you may not be able to understand the Sutra, because When Mo Gong recited sutras, he spoke very fast, and his intonation changed in many places, which was very different from normal Zhuang dialect.
Mo Gong's legs were shaking very quickly under the altar. I have never studied the magic taught by Mo. I don't understand why all Mo Gong likes to shake their legs deliberately when doing the magic. What's the use of it?
Every once in a while, he would grab a handful of white rice from the bowl where the raw rice was placed and throw it in the air, letting it scatter on the corpse. The rice looked smooth and white on the surface, so it should be glutinous rice.
The middle-aged man was burning paper money beside the altar, and the yellow paper money burned brightly in the brazier. But at this moment, the white cloth covering the body suddenly opened by itself, and half of his body When it was exposed, a biting wind blew from the corpse, instantly extinguishing the flames in the brazier.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man who was burning the paper money showed panic on his face, and looked at Mr. Mo who was still reciting sutras. Mr. Mo did not stop, but recited faster, and waved his hand to signal the middle-aged man not to panic.
In fact, it's not just the middle-aged man who is panicking. I'm starting to worry too. This situation is a sign that he's preparing to commit suicide. There are people like this here, and if something happens, the consequences will be disastrous.
People outside the door saw the white cloth blown open by the wind. Some marveled at the strange appearance of Lao Ban's death. Some talked about how there was wind inside the house when there was no wind outside. There were also some girls who saw Lao Ban. The corpse was so frightened that he cried.
I walked closer to take a look, and the corpse's eyes were still wide open, but this time there seemed to be a kind of resentment in his eyes. After I looked at the time, it was already 18:00 in the afternoon, and there were still a few hours. It's time to prepare for the night. If the threat is not eliminated quickly, it will be even more troublesome by then.
I wanted to cover him with the white cloth again, but just as I was about to cover his head, a drop of water fell from nowhere and fell on the forehead of the corpse, and it penetrated into the corpse in an instant.
It seemed that Mr. Mo also saw this scene, stopped what he was doing, and hurried over with the bowl of raw glutinous rice.
"It's broken." He quickly stuffed the glutinous rice into the corpse's mouth. Because the corpse's mouth was originally open, he could pour the glutinous rice directly into it.
Mo Gong blocked the corpse's mouth, and I could vaguely see that the originally smooth and translucent glutinous rice grains were slowly turning into a light black color. The glutinous rice can be used to absorb the corpse's corpse energy to prevent corpse fraud. But now the glutinous rice has turned into a light black color. The color is light black, indicating that Lao Ban’s corpse has indeed produced corpse aura, and there is a possibility of being deceived at any time. (To be continued)