The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 26
Lu Qian thought he was on errand, looked up at the servants of the Zhu Mansion, and asked, "What?"

The boy replied: "Paper clothes, didn't Manager Changqing ask Master Lu to cut a set of paper clothes?"

Lu Qian said: "The paper clothes are cut. What did you just say, who will try them on this afternoon?"

Zuo Qiuling also raised her head suspiciously and looked at the boy.

The boy said: "Well, Master Lu will naturally know about it by then."

After speaking, he left with the food box and continued to deliver food to the rangers.

Lu Qian and Zuo Qiuling looked at each other, both of them had doubts on their faces.

Could it be that he really wants to wear this woman's paper clothes for the old man of the Zhu family?
Still wearing a phoenix crown?

In the afternoon, Zhu Changqing really came.

Along with Zhu Changqing, there were two other servants.

When the two came, they were still carrying a large wooden box.Everyone carefully packed the paper clothes into the wooden box together, and then they went out together while still being carried by two people.

Passing through a courtyard, a long row of walls appeared before the eyes. This row of walls almost divided the entire Zhu Mansion into two sections.

In the center of the wall, a door was opened.

On the head of the door and on the two gates, a talisman was pasted on each.

Lu Qian didn't recognize the strange runes on the talisman, and turned to look at Zuo Qiuling.

Zuo Qiuling said: "These are three evil spirit talismans, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid ghosts."

Hearing these words, Zhu Changqing, who was walking in the front, paused, looked back at Zuo Qiuling, and said in surprise, "Young lady is very knowledgeable."

The talismans they posted here are not the talismans used to fool people in ordinary people's homes, but genuine "evil warding talismans" specially invited by wise people.

Ordinary people can't recognize it.

Through the gate, there is a huge courtyard in front of you.

This courtyard alone occupies almost half the area of ​​Zhu Mansion.

The courtyard is very empty, only a main hall is built in the center.

Other than that, nothing else.The ground was shoveled very flat, without a single flower, grass or tree.

On this hillside, it is not a small project to flatten out such a large piece of flat land.

Lu Qian was a little curious about the purpose of this courtyard.

Judging from the central hall, it seems to be an ancestral hall.

Above the stone steps, a door was opened in the center of the hall. The door was closed tightly, and the scene inside the hall could not be seen.

Zhu Changqing led them up the stone steps, but instead of going in through the gate, he turned to the left and walked in through a small door.

The windows on all sides of the main hall were tightly closed, so that no sunlight could penetrate.

After entering the small door, there is an empty room inside.

The size of the room is not small, and many oil lamps are lit, but it is still a bit dim.

At a glance, except for two pillars, there is almost nothing in the room, only two red coffins are placed under the main hall.

The two lipstick coffins are not big, but the workmanship can be seen to be very delicate, and there are many patterns engraved on it.

Seeing two coffins, Lu Qian didn't feel startled, feeling a little strange.

However, as a hired outsider, it is not easy for him to ask such secret matters.

Two stools were placed under each of the two coffins, and the lids of the coffins were opened and placed aside.

In front of the coffin, there stood about ten people, some men and some women, discussing something together.

Lu Qian noticed at a glance that among them were two Taoist priests wearing bright yellow Taoist robes.

A male Taoist priest, very tall, 37 or [-] years old, with a short beard, looks like a master of Taoism.

Beside him stood a female Taoist priest, who was short in stature, only about thirteen or fourteen years old.

In addition to the two Taoist priests, there were four middle-aged women, a thin old man, and three men in their 40s.

Zhu Changqing led them forward, and the two servants put down the wooden box containing the paper clothes.

It was only then that Lu Qian discovered that an almost identical wooden box had already been placed here.

Zhu Changqing bowed to the Taoist priest first: "I have met Taoist Guangyuan."

Among the crowd, a middle-aged man in his forties with a fat figure asked Zhu Changqing, "Is Master Lu here?"

Zhu Changqing nodded, and then introduced to everyone: "This is Master Lu Qian from Zhaojiatun, the leading paper-cut master in our Wangjiaying area, and the one next to him is Miss Zuoqiu, Master Lu's assistant."

After finishing speaking, he introduced the middle-aged man to Lu Qian: "This is Zhu Qingfeng, the head of the village and the general manager of the funeral."

Lu Qian bowed his hands to salute, while Zhu Qingfeng just nodded vigorously.

It seems that he is not interested in his title of "Chief Paper-cutting Master of Wangjiaying".

Lu Qian noticed that others didn't care much about his arrival, especially the "Daoist Guangyuan", who didn't even look at him.

Only the skinny old man kept looking at him with scrutiny.

Lu Qian was a little strange and looked back.

Seemingly noticing the eye contact between the two, Zhu Changqing introduced to Lu Qian again: "This is Master Li we invited from the camp, and he is also a paper-cut master."

Lu Qian suddenly realized that he had met his peers, no wonder he paid so much attention to himself.

Camp for a while, it's not close.

Zhu Changqing explained again: "Time is tight, so we arranged for two paper-cutting masters to make a set of paper clothes for me."

Lu Qian looked at the two wooden boxes containing paper clothes on the ground, and then at the two red coffins, and he suddenly understood.

The two lipstick coffins were obviously not the corpse of the old man of the Zhu family, but someone else's corpse.

These two sets of women's paper clothes are obviously for "them".

Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together.

Filial piety, filial piety is really dead.

(End of this chapter)