Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 133 Dongzhuang Paper Shop
No. 13, Xinfu Street, Zhiwei Road, Xicheng, Dajiang City.

Luo Yi took out the note in his hand and looked at it again, and he was sure that it was right here.

Wooden roof, black bricks and tiles, a pair of small stone lions at the door, black bricks on the ground, and obvious signs of renovation on the walls.

There is a plaque with white characters on a black background hanging on the top, which looks gloomy and full of weirdness.

This kind of plaque is very unlucky. Generally speaking, there are two kinds of plaques, gold and black.

Gold characters on a black background are like the upright and bright plaques placed in the Forbidden City, and black characters on a gold background are like some temples and ancestral halls.

With the change of the times, this emphasis is also slowly changing, and many red bottoms, blue bottoms, and yellow bottoms have been derived...

But no matter how it changes, these plaques will still be matched with gold and black fonts, and it is almost difficult to see plaques with white characters on a black background.

Because there are a lot of taboos in white characters on a black background, they are generally used to show solemnity and solemnity, and they look low-key. Stores using this kind of plaque are all about going with the situation and not trying to be rich and prosperous.

Therefore, this kind of plaque is generally used in coffin shops, shroud shops and paper money shops.

In the dead business, you can't solicit customers for money!

Dongzhuang Paper Store!

It happened to have the word Dongzhuang on the note, but it used to be called a paper factory, but now it has been changed into a shop, and it is called Dongzhuang Paper Shop.

"Did it be passed down at that time?" Luo Yi was a little wary.

There is a saying that it is a thief to be old but not dead, especially when it comes to supernatural events. Older people may not be powerful, but they must be weird.

There was a gap in the door, Luo Yi took two steps forward and knocked on the door with his hand.

Not long after, a footstep came.

"The footsteps rise and fall lightly, and the transitions are coherent and quick. This is a young woman." Luo Yixin said.

After experiencing many supernatural events, many things will naturally appear in my mind, just like a criminal policeman who has been working for a long time, always scanning the surrounding environment unconsciously.

This is a subconscious behavior without thinking at all.

"You are?" The door of the room opened, and there was indeed a woman inside, or a young girl, about ten years old, with a beautiful appearance and no makeup.

At this moment, the corners of her eyes were moist, the bags under her eyes were slightly red and swollen, and there were still some tears on her face, as if she had just cried.

"My name is Luo Yi. I was entrusted by someone to meet Huang Sanshui. By the way, that person's name is Luo Qian." Luo Yi looked at the woman with a sad expression, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Could it be too late?"

"My grandpa mentioned it before, but it's a pity that you came late. Grandpa has already left this morning." The girl said as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.

Luo Yi sighed in his heart, "Sure enough, it's still too late!"

"My condolences." Luo Yi said calmly, he was used to seeing too much life and death, and it was hard for him to feel sad anymore, but this didn't mean he couldn't empathize.

"Thank you!" The girl wiped the corners of her eyes and wiped away the tears on her face.

"Can I go in and have a look?" Luo Yi asked, he didn't come here to receive news of such a death, but to deal with his funeral, so he couldn't just stand at the door like this.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to patronize you. Please come in. Grandpa said before he left that someone will come to help take care of his funeral. Let me cooperate and don't make trouble. By the way, my name is Huang Shiyu, you can call me Xiaoyu!" The girl pulled open the doorway with both arms.

"Huang Shiyu? The one with Yichuan Tobacco, the city full of wind, plums and Huang Shiyu?" Luo Yi asked.

"That's right. I was born in June, when the plums were ripe and the rain fell. My family named me this name. It was a good fit for the occasion." Huang Shiyu introduced.

"Good name. My name is Luo Yi. You can call me Team Luo or just by my name. Now I want to go in and see your grandpa." Luo Yi said.

"Please follow me!" Huang Shiyu fastened the door and motioned Luo Yi to follow her.

Entering through the door, passing the main hall in front of you, there is a small yard. Standing on the steps and looking down, this low-key appearance, even a bit down-and-out old house has a unique hole in it, with a lot of green plants and luxuriant branches and leaves. The roots of vines are knotted and covered the courtyard wall.

The area of ​​this area alone is not less than [-] square meters. The wing room is behind the courtyard, and the side room is next to the wing room.

Luo Yi followed Huang Shiyu along the wooden corridor, and finally came to an ancestral hall.

From a long distance, they could see the flickering candles and the smoke in the ancestral hall. As the two walked in, they found that the inside was filled with scented wax, illuminating a hut of no more than twenty square meters brightly. It's like daytime.

Luo Yi raised his head, and there were a few spiritual tablets on the altar table. After years of erosion, some of the tablets had faded or even had cracks.

"These are the deceased ancestors of my family!" Huang Shiyu looked at the spiritual tablet in front of him, with a sad look in his eyes.

Luo Yi noticed that the bottom two are Huang Shiyu's parents, who died nine years ago, and the top one can be traced back to the Republic of China period.

"Is this everyone in your family?" Luo Yi asked.

From the Republic of China to the present, there have been more than a hundred years of wind and rain, birth, old age, sickness and death, but there are only four people enshrined in this ancestral hall, which is a bit strange.

"That's right, starting from my great-grandfather, my grandfather, my father, and I have always been in the same line. The family is not prosperous, so when my father was still alive, my grandfather kept urging him and my mother to have two more children." child."

"It's a pity that God failed. My father died of illness less than half a year after my mother gave birth to me. When he left, my mother was too worried and passed away after half a year. Only me and grandpa were left. Depend on each other."

"But now grandpa has left me too, and I have become a lonely family." Huang Shiyu couldn't stop crying as he said.

"Your parents are both ghost masters?" Luo Yi looked at the little girl and asked.

It's not like a normal event for two people to die at a young age, but it's a bit like a ghost master dying from the resurrection of an evil ghost or a supernatural event.

And based on the time, they should happen to be people of Yang Xiaotian's generation, and it happened to be the early stage of the last small-scale spiritual recovery.

"What is a ghost master?" Huang Shiyu raised his head, his eyes were clear and bewildered.

"You don't know?" Luo Yi frowned.

Huang Shiyu shook his head, expressing that he was not clear about this statement.

"That's right. Except for his grandfather, there are not many long-lived people in this family. Most of them died at the age of 30 or [-]."

From this point of view, his grandfather probably gave up on spiritual inheritance, and just wanted to make his little granddaughter a simple, ordinary person who lived an ordinary and long-lasting life.

"If you are talking about some strange abilities, then they do have them, but they never mentioned and used them in front of me. Whenever I asked, they always kept silent and refused to say a word." Huang Shiyu recalled road.

As early as she was very young, she discovered that her family was different from other children's families, but she didn't know how the difference caused it.

"Don't think too much, they are doing it for your own good too!" Luo Yi comforted.

It is very rare for a ten-year-old girl to stand here with clarity and a stable mentality after bearing the pain of the loss of her loved ones one after another.

"I know, so I never blamed them." Huang Shiyu lit another stick of incense, and bowed respectfully to the spiritual tablet in front of him three times.

"By the way, can you help me bury Grandpa's body? I can't lift it alone!" Huang Shiyu raised his head and said.

"Yes, I'm here to deal with this matter!" Luo Yi agreed, which was also the purpose of his trip.

Luo Yi followed Huang Shiyu to the altar, where there was a black wooden chair, and an old man with gray hair and a dead face was sitting on it!

(End of this chapter)