My master is invincible

Chapter 336 Nine Coffins (59)

I glared at Fatty Guo, and said angrily: "Of course, a single small mourning is a shame for the old hero's title of anti-Japanese hero, but nine small mournings add up, and the scene is very lively."

Fatty Guo heard what I said, said a word, didn't say anything more, found two brooms nearby, stuttered and went to clean up the snow on the ground.

After they left, I looked at Luo Dajun and wanted to ask his opinion, but remembering that he couldn't speak Mandarin, I gestured to him, asking if there was anything to pay attention to about the funeral in Hebei.

He smiled awkwardly and said nothing. He pointed to the front of the coffin, then to the main room, shook his hand, and said a few words with difficulty.

Fortunately, my Chinese is not bad, and I can hear the general idea. What he means is that there is no altar in front of the coffin.

After listening, I nodded and looked around, and found that there was a free Eight Immortals table on the left side of the entrance of the ancestral hall. The table was a bit old and only had three legs.

According to the custom of funerals, an altar must be placed in front of the coffin, and some offerings must be placed on it.Without any hesitation, I gestured to Luo Dajun, meaning to ask him to help carry the Eight Immortals table over.

He nodded, followed behind me, brought the Eight Immortals table over, and placed it in front of the coffin.

Since only the Eight Immortals table had only three legs, it was a bit unstable. I found some useless bricks nearby, piled up a leg, shook it, and it was quite firm.

After doing all this, I took out my mobile phone and checked the time. It was almost seven o'clock, and the gate of the ancestral hall was still closed. I sighed. Those people must be afraid of the cold, so they should prepare funeral supplies in the ancestral hall.

I couldn't say anything about it, so I found some white, yellow, and black paper and cut it into a strip-shaped 'net'. The three colors intersected each other, and the end was at a sharp corner. (The deceased was a woman, The end is swallow-tailed), intending to make a soul-inducing streamer.

The soul-inviting banners in Hebei are different from those in Hengyang. The soul-inviting banners here are very particular, especially the strip-shaped 'nets' that need to be cut according to the age of the deceased. There can be no more or less.

It is said that if there is one more, the deceased will stay in the world for one more year, and if one is missing, the life span of the host family will be shortened by one year.

Of course, these are legends, whether they are true or not, I don't know.However, when we make soul-inducing banners, we must follow these rules.

The old hero is ninety-eight this year. I cut a total of 98 'nets', and found a two-finger-thick wooden stick, burned the surface of the stick with yellow paper, and then cut the 98 'nets' Tie to the top of the stick.

After finishing the soul-calling flag, I remembered that Lao Wang told me that there is a saying of "bamboo bow, reed and arrow" on the altar in Hebei.

This 'bamboo bow, reed and arrow' does not have much meaning in it, it literally means bamboo bow, reed and arrow.Here in Hebei, it is believed that placing these two things on the table can ward off evil spirits.

Afterwards, I came to find some bamboo and reeds. First, I split the bamboo with a small knife and cut it into a finger-wide bamboo strip.

Reed arrows are relatively easy to make. You only need to use three reeds, wrap the three reeds with yellow paper, write the words "heaven and earth righteousness" on the yellow paper, and put them on the bamboo bow.

After putting these things on the altar, I was about to take a rest when Naluo Dajun pulled me and said three words in Hebei dialect, Five Elements Stone.

Hearing this, I was a little puzzled, so I asked him what he meant.

He probably knew that there was a language barrier in communicating with me, so he motioned me to wait for him where he was, then turned and left.

After a while, he found five stones the size of glutinous rice balls, tore off a piece of yellow paper, wrapped the five stones separately, and took out a cinnabar pen from the bag he carried with him. Put it in my hand, and made a writing action.

Seeing this, I understood that he should have asked me to write the five words of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth on the five stones. As long as these words are written, these five stones can become the familiar five-element stones.

In fact, the five-element stone has nothing to do with the funeral, but the five-element stone needs to be used as the bottom of the burial.Speaking of fantasy, it is to use the five-element qi of the five-element stone to cut off the yin qi in the earth and make the luck of future generations better.

And he found these stones now, probably because he wanted to put the five-element stones on the altar during the funeral, so that they could absorb and enjoy the incense. After they were buried in the grave with the coffin, they would have a greater effect.

Thinking of this, I took the cinnabar pen, ground some cinnabar, and wrote the five characters of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth on the five stones, and then placed the five elements stone next to the bamboo bow.

I thought that if I did this well, I could wait for Lu Yaodong to deliver the funeral supplies, but how could I know that Luo Dajun pulled me again, pointed at the reed arrow, and said, "Happy funeral, wipe red."

Hearing this, I smacked my face hard. Made, I almost forgot the most important thing. The old hero's 98-year-old birthday is a happy funeral. In terms of funerals, you need to smear red .

The so-called smearing red is to use a cinnabar pen to mark a little red on some funeral supplies, such as reed scissors and soul-inducing banners. Both of these things need to be smeared red. Living in the underworld is uncomfortable, and often entrusts dreams to future generations.

"Thank you for reminding me!" I bowed to Luo Dajun to express my gratitude.

Then, I took a cinnabar pen and put a little red mark on the reed scissors and the soul-inducing banner.

After finishing all these things, Na Luo Dajun nodded in satisfaction and gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled awkwardly, and said, "Thank you for reminding me just now, otherwise, it would be poor etiquette, and I might offend the old hero."

After finishing speaking, I bent over to him again, took out a cigarette, gave him one, lit the fire for him again, and said, "I don't know how long you have been working as a coffin bearer?"

He raised three fingers and said, "30 years."

Hearing this, I glanced at him in surprise. He is only in his fifties this year and has been working as a coffin bearer for 30 years. So he entered the profession of coffin bearer in his twenties?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take a few more glances at him. No matter in which era, eating food from the dead is not a glorious profession. This Luo Dajun joined the coffin bearer in his twenties. Presumably, he has many stories about him.

Afterwards, I chatted with him for a while. Due to our communication barriers, chatting was extremely painful. Fortunately, he went to a private school for several years when he was a child and could write a lot.

After chatting for about ten minutes, Fatty Guo and Jieba came back with a broom.Fatty Guo swung the broom, walked carelessly beside me, sat down, and said, "Brother Nine, the snow has been cleared up, hurry up and get a cigarette to relieve fatigue."

(End of this chapter)