There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time.
At funerals, those who cry and cry exaggeratedly are often not the children who serve them all year round.
On the contrary, those who take care of and serve the elderly day after day and send the elderly away find it difficult to cry at funerals.
Anything that can be suffixed with "value" is limited, such as emotions.
If you consume it for a long time, it will naturally be consumed.
Just like Yin Meng at this time, she smiled, not a forced smile, but a kind of relief and happiness.
Her grandfather was trapped in the coffin, and she was trapped in the coffin shop.
Grandfather and grandson are suffering from each other.
Now, finally, both parties are relieved.
Fortunately, she survived to the end, she did not show impatience, did not show depression, she has been helping her grandfather change diapers and wipe his body every day with a positive and sunny attitude, lying by the coffin to talk to his grandfather.
She knew that this was what she should do, after all, she was raised by her grandfather, and she would feel self-disgusted by the numbness and disgust that suddenly rose in her heart at a certain moment, and then self-criticism and education.
She was very afraid that she would not be able to hold on, and she didn't want to show a side that did not conform to the "good granddaughter" in front of her grandfather, even if it was just the slightest, she would never allow it.
Now, she won.
won the rest of his life with a clear conscience.
Tan Wenbin took the lead and said with the same smile: "The old man walked peacefully, he was happy and mournful."
Runsheng: "Let's hold a funeral."
The funeral is very simple, because there are really no outsiders, and Yin Meng does not need to wrap black gauze and tie a white rope to kneel down and invite someone.
On both sides of the shop sign, two white lanterns are hung.
There was a wreath at the door, the names of the three people were left behind, and the elegy was written by Li Chaiyuan, because among the four people, he wrote a good brush.
There was an old stereo in the shop, but now it was put outside to play sorrow and joy.
But this is Fengdu, it is a ghost street, the façade is still a coffin shop, even if so many things are arranged, passers-by will not think that they are dead, and will subconsciously think that this is an event to add to the atmosphere.
For a while, there were more customers than usual.
After changing the old man's shroud, Yin Meng put on his filial piety clothes and sat cross-legged in front of the mourning hall.
Tan Wenbin and Runsheng sat opposite each other and burned paper money.
The paper ash was drifting, and the room was a little stuffy.
It happened to be raining outside, so Li Chaiyuan simply closed the family tree, lifted a small bench and sat in front of the store.
The rain brought fresh air and also watered the pedestrians on the streets.
Runsheng asked: "How do you arrange the funeral here, and how long will it take to stop the funeral?"
Yin Meng: "I want to bury my grandfather tonight."
Runsheng reminded: "This is not in accordance with the rules."
Unless the world is chaotic and urgent to take power, I have never heard of a place where people are buried on the night of death.
Yin Meng: "It doesn't matter if the rules are not ruled."
Tan Wenbin immediately echoed: "Those who are filial to their parents are confident, and they really don't need to act."
Runsheng asked: "Then let me push you over, where is your ancestral grave?"
Yin Meng shook his head: "There is no ancestral grave in my family, my family tradition is water burial."
Runsheng: "Which body of water?"
Yin Meng shook her head again: "I don't know, grandpa didn't tell me this in detail when he was there."
Li Zhuiyuan, who was sitting at the door of the shop with his back to everyone listening to the rain, said: "Jiujiuhe."
Yin Meng said curiously: "Xiaoyuan, how did you know?"
"It's written in your family tree."
"Did you write it? I've read the genealogy, I don't remember any of this."
"It's a note at the end, an ancestor of the Ming Dynasty in your family recorded the process of his father's burial, and it was written in great detail."
"Oh, no wonder, I didn't read those notes, they were too dense and too dense, and the words were difficult to understand."
Li Zhuiyuan: "Your grandfather is indeed too careless."
Obviously I was already old, and I didn't inform my granddaughter in advance about these arrangements after my death.
Of course, it may be that the old man has long since stopped paying attention to these rules, after all, even the genealogy can be borrowed.
The son is "missing and there is no news", the only blood relative is the granddaughter, he is in poor health, he should have been prepared to sever the family inheritance long ago, otherwise he would not even teach Yin Meng the method of going yin.
"Then, can you help me arrange my grandfather's burial, Xiaoyuan?"
Runsheng: "Call me brother."
Tan Wenbin made a sound: "Brother Xiaoyuan, what do you want to eat at noon, I'll buy it."
Yin Meng got up and left the futon, walked to Li Chase's side, and half-squatted down:
"Brother Xiaoyuan, help me."
Li Chaiyuan nodded.
Yin Meng breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and shouted to Tan Wenbin: "Go to Miss Wang's braised vegetable shop, I want to eat pig's trotters."
Tan Wenbin opened his umbrella and walked into the rain.
Not long after, he came back with a big bag of food.
No wine, but good meat and good food.
The four of them sat in a circle, lifted the plastic bag, and placed it on the ground.
The rice was at home, Runsheng cooked it himself, and he didn't dare to let Yin Meng interfere.
A large pot of rice was served, Li Chaiyuan and Yin Meng each had half a bowl, and the remaining basin, which was almost not reduced, was all handed over to Runsheng and Tan Wenbin.
During the meal, Tan Wenbin asked: "What do you plan to do next, do you want to continue to open this coffin shop?"
Yin Meng stopped gnawing on pig's trotters, secretly glanced at Li Chaiyuan, and whispered: "I'm calling brother."
"What do you mean?" Tan Wenbin didn't understand for a while.
Runsheng: "It's up."
Yin Meng stretched out her leg and kicked Runsheng.
Tan Wenbin was a little surprised and said: "What do you think, you want to go with us? It's quite far from Nantong."
Yin Meng said indifferently: "Anyway, I don't have any relatives now, one person eats enough and the whole family is not hungry, I can go anywhere, I don't have any friends, just the three of you."
Tan Wenbin was a little embarrassed and said: "However, I am already the only one in Uncle Li's family."
Yin Meng: "I can work, help cook or something."
Runsheng: "......"
Tam Man Bun: "......"
Li Zhuiyuan also had to speak: "After you go home with us, you can do nothing, but don't cook when your hands itch."
Even Tan Wenbin's iron stomach can't bear it, I'm afraid that if Yin Meng comes home to cook a meal, he can directly send himself and his grandfather away.
"You agreed?" Yin Meng asked happily, "Then I'll go to Nantong with you."
"Well, okay."
Old man, your granddaughter is actually much smarter than you think.
After the meal, the sound outside the door continued to play mourning music, and everyone sat in front of the mourning hall and played cards.
At first, they played with four people fighting the landlord, but after fighting for a while, the three of them tacitly excluded Li Chaiyuan and played a three-person fight against the landlord.
By the afternoon, the three of them dispersed.
The things in the store need to be dealt with, those handicrafts are not worth a few dollars, they can be given away, the real value in the store is still the coffin, the old man used one mouthful, and there are four left.
Fortunately, coffins are hard currency nowadays.
Everyone has an old man, and the old man will prepare longevity materials for himself in advance before he dies.
In order to make a move as soon as possible, Yin Meng directly discounted 50%, and the four coffins were quickly sold, and they still took cash.
Runsheng and Tan Wenbin pushed the car and sent the four coffins to the shop, yes, they were bought by other merchants before they left the ghost street.
They are not afraid that the temporary placement of the coffin outside the store will affect their business, and here, it is as common as setting up a lucky cat.
Yin Meng sat there counting the money: "Fortunately, the rent for next month has not been paid yet, and the rest of the things in the house will be left to the landlord at that time."
Runsheng threw away all the leftover cooked dishes at noon and cooked a large pot of chowder porridge.
After eating and drinking, it was dark outside.
Yin Fuhai's coffin was placed on the cart, Runsheng was pushing the cart alone, Tan Wenbin was pushing the cart in the back, Yin Meng followed the car, and Li Chaiyuan was sitting on the coffin lid, holding an umbrella in his hand.
It's not that the boy took Yamato deliberately lazy, but that the road to burial was not easy to walk, and he needed to sit high and look far to plan.
Burial at night, or in a ghost street, if you bump into it, God knows what you will encounter.
Tomorrow is about to return, and Li Chaiyuan doesn't want to encounter some breaking programs tonight.
After going out on the street, leaving the county, and passing through the village, the coffin was transported to the river beach, and the journey was safe and smooth.
As the name suggests, the river section is winding here, with many extreme turns.
After passing this Kowloon turn, the rest of the river is straight all the way and can flow directly into the Yangtze River.
From the perspective of feng shui, it is poised to build fortifications and silt up and wait to be released.
Water burial here means that the deceased is washed away from the dust of his life and washes away all cause and effect.
After seeing the real scene, Li Chaiyuan felt a little strange. Because it stands to reason that this is actually not a good location for water burial.
In the eyes of normal people, what the deceased should get is rest, but here, it is a light journey.
It would be more appropriate to choose this place where newborns receive baptisms and blessings and coming-of-age ceremonies are held.
On the beach, Tan Wenbin set up the offering table.
Li Zhuyuan looked at Yin Meng: "Can you recite a eulogy?"
Yin Meng spread her hands, she was used to this kind of response today: "No, I don't understand."
Li Chaiyuan suddenly felt as if he was at a loss, because he was equivalent to fasting for the old man.
But this item is not in the buying and selling transaction.
Li Zhuiyuan walked to the offering table, pointed to his side, and said to Yin Meng: "Kneel here with incense."
"Hey, okay."
Yin Meng was very obedient, he lit the incense and knelt down, holding the incense in both hands, higher than the top of his head.
Li Chaiyuan made a gesture to Runsheng, and Runsheng pushed the coffin on the shore into the water.
It's just that the coffin was not washed down by the current, but continued to stay on the shore.
Li Chaiyuan lit the yellow paper with a candle, waved it, and scattered the burning yellow paper into the air in batches, threw it on the ground and into the river.
With the light that had not yet been extinguished, Li Chaiyuan supported the offering table with both hands, his eyes drooped slightly, his body swayed slightly, and he recited a eulogy in his mouth.
The first half of the eulogy is all about praising Yin Changsheng, the so-called Fengdu Emperor.
Li Zhuiyuan completely recited the records in that note, and there was nothing that needed to be modified.
In the second half, it is necessary to tell about his life, which cannot be copied, but must be based on the specific situation of the "deceased".
However, the old man really has nothing to brag about, not only did he not carry forward and grow the family inheritance, but he almost cut it off in his hands.
If the one-eyed woman hadn't poisoned people first, the old man would have to bear the cause and effect of implicating and destroying the family.
Since there are no achievements or highlights in his life, all Li Chaiyuan can boast about is "conscientiousness".
In order to make up the content of the eulogy, Li Chaiyuan repeatedly described this point from multiple aspects and angles.
After feeling that it was almost over, Li Chaiyuan began to finish, which was also the most critical step.
I saw the boy take a deep breath first, then leaned forward and entered a semi-yin state;
His voice no longer only exists in reality, but also transmits to another "world" that cannot be seen or touched.
"Li Chaiyuan's filial son Yin Meng,
I ask the Emperor of Fengdu to establish the Yellow Springs, Zhenyin Division, and open the Yin Gate.
receive
Yin family's son Yin Fuhai,
Return to Fengdu, step to death, and enter bliss."
Li Zhuyuan raised his neck and ended the yin walk, and then said to Yin Meng beside him: "Bow your head."
Yin Meng immediately kowtowed to the river.
The ceremony is over.
The wind rises on the river beach, and even ordinary people can perceive the cold and weirdness of this wind.
At the next moment, the coffin, which seemed to still be attached to the human world, finally broke away from the shore and drifted towards the depths of the river.
Tan Wenbin looked very carefully, as if he had found something, covering his mouth with one hand to prevent screaming, and the other hand pounding Runsheng's arm hard.
Runsheng understood what Binbin meant, and he also saw that four shadows appeared in the water under the coffin.
The shadow became more and more solid, the coffin gradually broke away from the water, and the shadow below turned into four ghostly substantive beings, carrying the coffin and continuing to move forward in the river.
Runsheng sniffed, the strong smell of water corpses.
The four carrying the coffin seemed to be dead.
Li Chaiyuan also looked at this scene, he actually saw more than Runsheng, such as the four people carrying the coffin, who should have drowned in an unknown year in this river basin before, they were not swept away by the current, but buried deep under the sediment at the bottom of the river.
At this moment, they are all "recovering", as if they have been temporarily requisitioned into corvée labor and acted as coffin bearers.
This once again proved Li Chaiyuan's previous speculation that this Fengdu ghost town did have its own specialness.
At the same time, it also indirectly confirms another speculation that the Yin Changsheng Corpse Swallowing Pill "becomes an immortal", and this "immortal" should be the opposite of its literal meaning.
And what Yin Changsheng said, the dozens of Taoist friends he saw after becoming an immortal who didn't like to go out and concentrate on seclusion were most likely not the existence of immortal style and Dao bones, but were domineering and terrifying.
I just don't know if they have communicated in private...... And, whether I will have the opportunity to contact them in the future.
"Cluck! ~~~」
It was obviously early before dawn, but a high-pitched rooster crowing came from somewhere nearby.
The sun was not called out, but a strange red appeared on the clouds overhead, which set off the river beach and the river surface in an extremely gloomy and oppressive way.
This phenomenon is fleeting, so fast that you mistake it for just a moment's dazzle.
Then, the coffin that was still in sight even though it was "drifting away" also disappeared.
Tan Wenbin supported Runsheng's shoulders and jumped hard several times:
"Hey, why is it suddenly gone, is it sinking?"
Runsheng: "I was picked up."
Li Zhuiyuan grabbed the offering table with his hands, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he kept taking deep breaths.
Yin Meng got up from the ground and asked with concern: "Xiaoyuan...... Brother, are you okay?"
She felt guilty and thought that the boy had overdrawn because he was helping her with the funeral.
But in fact, after learning the twelve methods of the Yin family to make up for the most basic shortcomings, Li Chaiyuan will no longer have nosebleeds as easily as before.
His current situation is extremely frightening.
Because just now, no matter how short the time was, he had time to go to the front to "take a look".
As soon as this thought arose, he sensed a huge sense of crisis.
It seems that as long as you do this, you will see the real horror.
After so many years, the Yin family is dead, but it can still attract the "four ghosts carrying the coffin" to take over, proving that the logic of its operation has not yet collapsed.
Does this also mean that Yin Changsheng, Fengdu Emperor...... Is he still there?
He closed his eyes, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and when he opened his eyes again, Li Chaiyuan's breathing was calmed.
He turned around and faced the direction of Fengdu Ghost Street, the horror in his eyes was replaced by a faint excitement:
It's great, you're still here.
This world is really getting more and more interesting.
The boy was relieved, because he was sure that even when he grew up, he would not feel bored.
After packing their things, the four of them returned to the coffin shop in the ghost street.
After the clearance sale, the shop was very empty, and everyone could only work on the floor for one night.
The next morning, the four of them took their luggage and boarded the boat at the Ghost Street Pier.
No need to go to Wanzhou anymore, the next step is to go straight to the mountain city.
Yin Meng stood at the bow of the boat, watching the river under her feet being cut open.
The one who was a little reluctant to part with the stern was Li Chaiyuan.
Like a famous dish, it is easy to taste, and while the aftertaste is endless, it still retains great expectations.
Although he knew that this was a kind of death, he believed that when he grew up and the time was ripe, he would return to this ghost town again to try to uncover the secrets at its core.
The pier is getting farther away, the streets are getting farther away, and the mountains are getting farther away, but the future is getting closer and closer step by step.
After returning to the mountain city, Li Chaiyuan called Xue Liangliang.
Xue Liangliang told the boy that the restoration of the bamboo slips would take a long time, and when he finished the project in his hand and returned to Jinling, he would bring the restored bamboo slips back and personally go to Nantong to hand them over to the boy.
Without much delay in the mountain city, the four of them went to the train station and bought tickets to go back.
It's just that this time there was no channel relationship with Xue Liangliang, and the four of them only bought hard sleeper tickets, six people in one room, and none of them were bottom sleepers.
Rao is Li Chaiyuan is still young, but he still feels cramped lying on the hard sleeper.
In addition, the three are even worse, this bunk can only lie down and not sit, and it is very painful to be able to get up and down.
Therefore, except for sleeping at night, the three of them like to move in the aisle outside the rest of the time.
Tan Wenbin specially told Yin Meng several times not to deliver food and drink on the train, and not to have too much contact with any strangers.
The little girl in red really left too deep a shadow on everyone last time, and I really don't want to be a white-eyed wolf again.
It was already late at night when I arrived at the station in Nantong, and the few taxis and black cars outside the station chose to refuse to take me after hearing that they were going to the countryside.
Later, there was really no way, Tan Wenbin went to the phone booth to call Tan Yunlong.
The four of them sat on the side of the road and waited for a while, when a pickup truck with a strong seafood smell stopped in front of them.
Tan Yunlong threw the cigarette butt out of the car window and urged: "Get in the car quickly, I have to hurry up and return the car, people have to use this car to buy goods in the morning."
When the pickup truck drove to Siyuan Village, it was already dawn.
When the car stopped, Tan Yunlong looked at his son and asked: "Come home with me, your mother misses you."
"It's okay, I'll go back tomorrow and let my mother enjoy the joy of looking forward to the reunion of mother and son for one more day."
After saying that, without waiting for his old son to curse, Tan Wenbin got out of the car first.
While the others were still picking up their luggage, he waved his arms and ran home excitedly, shouting while running:
"Uncle Li, Uncle Li!"
Li Sanjiang's laughter and scolding came from the dam:
"I said, who is it this morning?"
"It's Zhuangzhuang, Zhuangzhuang is back!"
(End of this chapter)