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Chapter 263 Empty Coffin (29)

After Qingxuanzi finished reading these words, he threw the kitchen knife in his hand towards the sky. This action was called breaking the sky, which meant breaking the dark clouds with the kitchen knife, so that God and the deceased could clearly see the situation in the main room in the sky.

After the kitchen knife fell to the ground, I don't know what happened, and the atmosphere in the main room did not change at all.It is worth mentioning that the woman raised her head slightly, looked around the hall, seemed a little disappointed, and pressed her head to the ground again.

I took all this into my eyes, and without saying anything, I began to recite the sacrificial oracle in a crying voice: the sky hangs down, the earth sobs, the hearts of my children are broken, and my relatives and friends shed tears. (Note: These four sentences are the beginning of the sacrificial text.)
After reading these four sentences, I glanced at them and continued to read: "In [-], it was almost early spring, and the other family was busy planting seeds, but I was the most desolate. Wen sacrifices to loving mothers, and weeping breaks the hearts of children and grandchildren."

A sacrifice to my loving mother, who had many disasters in her life. She bid farewell to her mother at the age of three, lost her father at the age of eight, and sent her to her uncle's house. She married a husband at fourteen and gave birth to several daughters. In the garden, Sisan gave birth to a child, and the heavens cried mercilessly, Sisi and her husband separated, Yin and Yang were separated, and they cared for their children alone.

The second sacrifice is to my loving mother, who had a rough life experience. She left the farmland at the age of seven, learned how to sow rice at the age of nine, led the cows at the age of ten, did needlework at eleven, was secretly hurt at twelve, stayed in the boudoir at thirteen, was a descendant at the fifteenth birthday, and arrived at the sixteenth birthday. At forty, pregnant and doing farm work, after learning how to arrange flowers, there was a natural disaster, in order to satisfy the hunger, wandering around, after giving birth, when there was no one to take care of, I sent my son to my sister.The loving mother is like a man, and she carries the beams of the family. Regardless of the many illnesses, she just wants to take care of the house.

In [-], when the son married a wife, he had a bright face for the son, and the loving mother often endured hunger, and held big weddings for the son, thick rice for the son, and thin hot mother for herself, three meals a day, the loving mother was always concerned, Compared with my peers, my life is sweeter.

The third sacrifice is my loving mother, she is a virtuous person, she does not boast about herself in front of others, she does not gossip behind her back, her family and neighbors get along with each other in a true and kind way, she has lived a lifetime, she does not blush with others, she is frugal in herself, but she is rich in others, and her children and grandchildren are role models. Neighbors boast exemplary.

Four offerings to my loving mother, she suffered from many illnesses. In [-], she gave birth to a child. Since then, she has been ill continuously, with a small illness every three days and a serious illness every nine days. Fortunately, my mother is blessed, and her life is taken from the king of hell, and she is healthy until seventy-five years old. , sickness and entanglement, three years of bedridden pain, loving mother's temperament has changed, it's not that the son is unfilial, the money is really shy, when there is money but no money, the heart pulls the mother.

But the sad son works in farming, earns more than three fingers, has no money to take care of the mother, the loving mother's life is getting higher, the daughter-in-law is filial to the bed, and the feces and urine are in the hands, just for the mother's comfort. Also, Wan Crying is not here, and the family sacrifices at midnight. The loving mother knows her spirit, and her filial piety is there.

After reading this sacrificial oration, those kneeling on the ground cried together, especially Wang Xi and Wang Chuyao, who were already sobbing. Perhaps it was the first time for them to hear about the life experience of the deceased.

I don't know what's going on, but my throat is very hoarse. After drinking three glasses of water in a row, my throat is still a little itchy. Fortunately, Qingxuanzi made me a talisman, saying it can relieve the throat problem.

Up to now, I can still clearly remember the appearance of the talisman. It is only two fingers big, and the whole body is yellow. There are some symbols drawn on it with a cinnabar pen. The symbols are very strange, just like the current English. I can vaguely recognize the last word Yes, Chin.

He pasted the talisman on the position of my throat, and chanted a few more incantations, the itching feeling disappeared, and my throat almost recovered.

This is the first time in my life that I have experienced the magic of Chinese Taoism. In my later life, I found that Taoism is not like the folk deception. Some powerful Taoists do have supernatural abilities, but no one As exaggerated as imagined.

I asked Qingxuanzi what talisman was, so powerful.He said that when chanting the sacrificial oration, the ghosts lingering around will emit an aura that affects people's voices, and the function of the talisman is to dispel that aura.Of course, because the chanting of the sacrificial text is done in a crying tone, it will more or less hurt the vocal cords. This thing cannot be cured with talismans, and eventually needs to be treated with medicine.

When their voices had almost recovered, the people kneeling on the ground had stopped sobbing, and there were two lines of tears on everyone's face. Several people's eyes were red from crying, including Wang Chengcai, Wang Xi, Wang Chuyao, and a woman. The person, it seems, was the youngest daughter of the deceased.

I took a look at them, asked them to stand up, lit three sticks of incense and handed them to them, and asked them to say a few auspicious words to the coffin, and finally put the fragrance in front of the coffin.

After doing this well, Wang Xi and his son each gave me a red envelope and a pack of cigarettes. The red envelope was very thin, estimated to be 100 yuan, and the cigarettes were like white sand for five yuan.

"Ninth brother, thank you for your hard work. I hope you don't dislike me." Then Wang Xi handed me the cigarette and the red envelope.

I was not polite, I reached out to take the red envelope and cigarettes, and said: "The life of the deceased is hard enough, you should be more filial as descendants, and later find a tray, put three animals and three kinds of fruits on the right side of the coffin, I hope The spirit of the dead in heaven can feel your filial piety."

He nodded and was about to find these things. I grabbed him and asked, "How is the grave well digging? I hope that the coffin will be carried up the mountain for burial before four o'clock in the morning. Only in this way will I have time to deal with it for you." There are other things, otherwise there will be some disasters."

He froze for a while and asked me what I was going to do.I thought about it for a while, but didn't tell him what was going on, so I said, "Bury the coffin first, and we'll talk about the rest after dawn. By the way, have you found the coffin bearer?"

He glanced outside the main room and said, "I found it. They are all villagers from our village. They are now digging the tomb well. When I came back, the tomb well had already been dug 30 centimeters."

Hearing what he said, I kept forgetting one thing, so I asked him, "Where is the tomb well? Who looked for it?"

He glanced at me, and said in a heavy tone: "Grandma went to the tomb well by herself, so I never let you go to the tomb well. This is not the red envelope of our stingy family, but grandma's last wish. We As children and grandchildren, only respect the wishes of the elderly."

I nodded to express my understanding. The funeral took three days. Strictly speaking, it was two days. I was a little anxious, and there were too many doubts about the deceased. I kept forgetting that the tomb was not found. Just get ready, otherwise, this funeral really can't be done.

Sometimes, I have to say that funerals seem simple, but only when you participate in them will you know the complicated ways inside.

Afterwards, that Wang Xi went out, presumably to prepare a tray, and I was also free, sitting on the side of the main room with Qingxuanzi.The relatives of the deceased were all busy with the matter at hand, preparing for the upcoming funeral.

At this moment, an unexpected person stood in front of us. It was none other than Wang Xi's mother, the daughter-in-law of the deceased. She seemed to have something to say to us.

ps: In just a few hundred words, Xiaojiu has been working on it since yesterday, and the update is a bit slow, sorry.Xiao Jiu originally planned to write down this sacrificial oracle, but in order to let everyone understand the sacrificial oracle in the funeral, he still bit the bullet and wrote a few hundred words.This chapter should vote for monthly votes and recommended votes!
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