"Bring the bundle of red thread in my bag!" Mo Gong shouted.
The middle-aged man found a bundle of red thread in a bag placed on the sofa, then hurriedly walked over and handed it to Mr. Mo.
Then Mr. Mo found a small knife from nowhere, handed it to me and said, "Son, I need your blood."
"Ah?!" I was a little stunned, but I immediately reacted. At a young age like me, the yang energy contained in the blood is very high, and the effect of suppressing the corpse will be very good.
I took the knife and knew what to do. I held the knife in one hand and stretched out the other hand. The knife was very sharp. Just putting the blade lightly on my middle finger cut the skin on it. I was a little afraid of the pain, but He gritted his teeth and made a cut on his middle finger, and bright red liquid immediately gushed out.
The blood flowed down loudly. Mr. Mo put the red thread under my hand and let the blood drip on it.
After a while, the red thread was completely soaked. The originally red thread now looked a little black. At the same time, I also lost a lot of blood. The old man asked me to shed it because my blood was valuable.
He asked the middle-aged man to help the body up, and then tied red thread around the body from head to toe. Every time he tied it to some place, he tied a strange knot with red thread. It didn't take long to tie it up. It’s over. But when I looked at the tied body, I felt a sense of violation, because the binding method on the body looked a bit like SM...
Mo Gong then took out a yellow talisman and put it on the forehead of the corpse. I looked carefully and found that this was not a Taoist talisman. In addition to some strange patterns drawn on it like a Taoist talisman, it also had ancient Zhuang characters written on it. .Although I don’t understand what kind of talisman this is, but if it is attached to a corpse, it should be something like a corpse suppressing talisman.
Before I knew it, it was getting very dark. After tying the body with red thread, Mr. Mo continued to chant sutras and practice rituals there. And I could tell that the middle-aged man had been doing things for Mr. Mo. He must have come to be Mr. Mo. Apprentice's.
Speaking of the origin of the profession of Mo Gong, I heard that after the Zhengyi and Taiyi sects from the Central Plains were introduced to Guangxi in ancient times, they were transformed by the local culture of the Zhuang people. They were very different from Taoism in the strict sense, but a kind of Taoism. In the folk religion, the clergy are called "Mo Gong". In the eyes of the Zhuang people, the status of Mo Gong is very high, because no matter which family has a happy event, a funeral, moving a tomb, etc., they have to invite it. My father-in-law cooks the food and entertains me with good wine and meat. I'm afraid that if I don't do something right, I'll offend my father-in-law.
On the contrary, we, Mr. Yin and Yang, usually don’t have many people paying attention at all. However, whether it is a male or a Mr. Yin and Yang, everyone eats food from the underworld, but the techniques used are different. There are often male and female students. The gentlemen discuss together what practices, experience or ghost-catching techniques. Of course, both Mr. Monkey and Mr. Yin-Yang belong to two categories: the red way and the blue way. The red way is of course the ones with real abilities, and the blue way naturally refers to Those who specialize in cheating people out of food, drink and money.
Unknowingly, the sky gradually became dark. The school was over, and many teachers rushed to my old class’s home after work to mourn him. However, they were blocked out like the students in our class. .
"I said, since Old Liu is gone, why don't we let us in to see him for the last time?" A male teacher in his forties said, looking at the middle-aged man blocking the door.
"No, my father-in-law said, no one is allowed to come in now." The middle-aged man's attitude was very firm, saying that the teachers and students who came to mourn would not be allowed in under any circumstances.
The male teacher said impatiently, "You said that the space in the room is limited, and too many people will get in the way. I can understand that, but we said that only one person can enter at a time, and you didn't let them in. What do you mean?"
"Yes, even if we take turns to go in, why don't we burn some incense for Lao Liu?" Others behind the male teacher echoed.
"This is absolutely not allowed. This is so unfair," the middle-aged man said.
In fact, if we just say that the house cannot accommodate so many people and we need to limit the number of people who can stay inside, it is also okay if these teachers take turns to go in one by one to pay their respects. But now the old class's body may undergo corpse transformation at any time. If at that time, If there are too many people, things can easily happen.
I was watching Mr. Mo reciting the Mo Sutra, but I couldn’t understand it. The middle-aged people inside had done everything they could, and there was nothing for me to do. It was really boring, so I Came out a long time ago.
The fat man and I were sitting on the stairs chatting, and the corridor on the fourth floor was crowded with people like ants. After staying here for too long, everyone was hungry, so they asked some classmates to go to the restaurant to buy some fast food.
There are many people complaining now, and suddenly they heard a voice shouting, "You said my old classmate is dead, so why are you here to attend a funeral? And you won't be allowed in even if you come, so just go back to school!" This is Liu! Kai's voice, he shouted very loud just now, everyone heard it and looked at him. Some teachers heard it and commented, how could Lao Liu have such a student? It's sad, it's really sad.
Liu Kai said that he didn’t want to stay here any longer and that he could go back with him immediately. As soon as he said this, nearly half of the people stood up and said they wanted to go back, and then walked down the stairs with Liu Kai as the leader. The squad leader He rushed in front of Liu Kai and stopped them, saying that he could not go back, but he had to at least see Lao Ban for the last time before going back.
Liu Kai looked at the monitor, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and punched the monitor in the face. The monitor was just a thin boy, how could he withstand such a fist as big as a casserole? He immediately fell to the ground, covering his face. It hurts.
"You are the only one who wants to stop me?" After Liu Kai said this, he led a group of people down the fourth floor. Several girls ran over and helped the squad leader up. They said they were leaving and left. Why are you holding them back? It’s too troublesome to have so many people.
"What's wrong? What happened?" At this time, a female voice came from the stairs on the fifth floor. I turned around subconsciously. It turned out to be my wife. She has been resting at the neighbor's house on the fifth floor since this afternoon. She should be able to look away now. After ordering, I walked out accompanied by an aunt.
No one answered. She looked at us and said doubtfully, "Why are there half of us missing?"
"Some students thought it was too boring to stay and left first," a teacher said.
When the squad leader was beaten just now, these teachers also looked at it, but they seemed to know that Liu Kai had a backstage and were afraid of causing any trouble, so they just sat there and watched. I originally had a good impression of the teachers in our school, but since then , I now feel that they are just a bunch of cowards, because a teacher turns a blind eye when he sees students fighting, he is not qualified to be a teacher who teaches and educates people.
"Sister-in-law, Brother Liu passed away early. Please express my condolences and accept my wishes." said the male teacher in his forties.
"Well, thank you for coming to see him off." The teacher's wife thanked them and walked in. The middle-aged man guarding the door did not stop her. After all, she was the wife of the deceased. There were teachers and students outside.
I tried to get in but was still blocked.
The fat man and I could see the situation in the room from where we were sitting. The fat man turned his head and smiled obscenely at me, "Lao Ban always boasted about how beautiful and sexy his wife was before he was alive. I didn't believe it, but now I do."
Already."
At this time, the familiar sound of crying was heard again. No need to guess, it was the wife. She was still lying on the body and wailing, and she still didn't shed a single tear.
"Hey, tell me why I feel like she is pretending to cry, she doesn't even have tears." The fat man looked at his wife and touched me.
"Don't talk nonsense. Who said that if you don't shed tears, you are just pretending?" I shook his head with my hand. Bang! I don't know what this guy's skull was made of. It was so hard that my hands were numb from the shock.
He had no consciousness at all.
"Ah! It's moving... it's moving!" A girl standing at the door suddenly screamed.
"Look, Lao Ban's hand is moving!" Another boy seemed to have seen something, pointing at Lao Ban's body and said.
Everyone was also curious about what the two people saw. Following the boy's direction, the teacher's wife was still wailing there, and the white cloth covering Lao Ban's body did not cover his hands and feet. Only Lao Ban could be seen.
The middle finger and ring finger of the right hand are moving in and out.
Mr. Mo seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He stopped what he was doing and moved his eyes to the corpse and saw something strange. Suddenly his face changed and he pointed at the teacher's wife and shouted, "Take her away quickly!"
The aunt who was burning paper money aside, and another man who had hit Mr. He, quickly walked up and grabbed the wife’s arms and pulled her away. The wife was still wailing just now, but now she stopped and looked at
Looking at the two people around him, he didn't know why.
"Apprentice, come here and help, trouble is coming!"
When the middle-aged man heard Mr. Mo calling him, he stopped looking at the door and ran over immediately.
Mo Gong asked him to stand in front of the corpse, holding a bowl of glutinous rice in his hand, and then he also recited the weird Mo Sutra leisurely. He didn't need to read the Mo Sutra at all when he recited it, and he read it completely from memory.
Presumably, that old man doesn't need to read a book. He just needs to take out the book to look dignified.
(PS: I have something to do today, so I didn’t have time to write until about 8pm. So I didn’t finish coding until 10pm now. The coding is quite slow. I don’t know if there is one more chapter that can be finished before 1pm tonight, but