the last priest

Chapter 27: Burial

The moment he was about to be stabbed, Wang Weiguo, who was already bloody and bloody, lowered his head and just avoided the blow. 【】Zha Wenbin waved his hand to chop, but the fellow raised his head, the hostility in his eyes was gone, but there was a bit of fear, and then he lowered his head again, and Zha Wenbin's raised right hand didn't look down. It turned out that, The ghost transformed by Wang Weiguo was kowtowing to him and begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Cha Wenbin sighed and said: "You are the soul of an unjust death, you don't want to be too hostile, and the body you transform into is a ghost, and within three to five years, you will either do evil and become a vicious spirit. Either you are scolded by the gods and your soul is scattered, which actually cuts off your own reincarnation, because you have broken the way to the next life today, I can only send you a ride, and suffer the suffering of the three reincarnation animals before you can be reborn as a human again, are you willing?"

The evil ghost could hear it clearly, looked up at Zha Wenbin, then twisted his neck and swept the other three coffins, lowered his head, and stopped moving.

Cha Wenbin put down his sword, turned around and picked up the little paper figurine on the coffin, chanted the mantra of rebirth, circled around Wang Weiguo who was kneeling on the ground, threw the paper figurine into the sky, and shouted: "Stand up! "I saw the paper figurine floating down, just in front of Wang Weiguo, and: this paper figurine is standing, you must know that it is just a piece of ordinary yellow paper cut out!" ! !

Wang Weiguo on the ground seemed to know his fate, and lowered his head even lower. Cha Wenbin took another stick of incense and lit it next to him. The incantation in it became faster and faster, and after a while, the smoke from the incense didn't float up, but went towards the paper figurine on the ground. At this moment, Wang Weiguo's figure became more and more blurred, until finally disappeared In the main room, when the last trace of incense in his hand was extinguished, the paper figurine fell to the ground with a thud. It happened to be where Cha Wenbin was standing, and it fell forward, as if it was for Cha Wenbin. Offer one last gift!

Cha Wenbin carefully picked up the paper figurine, sighed, and gently threw it into the burning paper brazier. After a while, the paper figurine turned into green smoke. Just when Cha Wenbin was about to stop, the door suddenly opened. There was a violent knocking sound, and before he walked over, the door was knocked open, and there were a bunch of men standing outside, all of them staring at the inside with wide-eyed eyes. Director Zhao strode over and surrounded Cha Wen Bin looked around, and Zha Wenbin asked: "What's the matter?" Director Zhao still didn't answer, and looked around every corner carefully, and then said: "Just now we heard a man crying outside, then The baby said it belonged to his father, and they were arguing to come in. We kept knocking on the door, but there was no response. Everyone was afraid that something might happen to you, so they started knocking on the door. After knocking for a long time, the door couldn't be opened. The crying became louder and louder, and finally there was a loud cry from inside the room, and as soon as we tried hard, the door opened, Wen Bin, are you alright?"

Zha Wenbin glanced at the panting crowd outside, then at He Lao, who nodded to him, Zha Wenbin said: "It's okay, what you heard tonight is just an illusion, don't take it seriously! "After that, he strode out the door, found a large tea mug, drank it in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and found someone squatting under the wall. When he got closer, it turned out to be Director Jin.

Cha Wenbin squatted down and was about to ask a question when he suddenly smelled a smell of urine. Curator Jin raised his head and saw that it was Cha Wenbin coming out. He was about to go up and hug his thigh. Wen Bin backed away and gave way, calling out to the village chief to take Curator Jin out for a change of clothes, and those who couldn't afford to stay up all night could go home and rest first. . .Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Curator Jin was led to his home with a mournful face by the village chief, and he found a set of old clothes to change into. When he came again, it was almost dawn

Of course, during this period, in order to prevent accidents, Zha Wenbin did not leave Wang Wei's country for half a step, and his eyes were red when the first cock crowed, but he hadn't rested yet, and the next step was to be cremated. The curator had said hello in advance, and the hearse was already waiting at the entrance of the village, so they had to leave here

There are no coffins carried by two men. These men are Cha Wenbin who has counted the five elements and seen his fate. They are all hard-fated people, so they can carry this coffin of sudden death. There is also a tie tied to the side of each coffin. A big reed rooster, when the person clearing the way knocked on the flat gong, Wen Bin yelled: Get up!

Eight people carried the coffin and followed behind, shaking the bell to ward off evil spirits, and Cha Wenbin, who sprinkled paper money, every three steps, the man who followed the coffin-bearer beat the coffin-bearer's waist with a willow branch once. , all the way to the four hearses parked at the entrance of the village. After Director Jin’s men loaded the coffins like cattle, Zha Wenbin told Director Jin and the village chief not to park them after pulling them, but to burn them directly. How dare curator Jin not listen, nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and asked weakly: Sir, wait a minute, can I still use it?

Cha Wenbin shook his head and said: "You don't need to come again today. I will let you know when you come. Go back and rest first. Within seven days, don't kill, don't see blood, and don't touch your wife. Go to the vegetable market to buy a carp." Put it in a nearby river, and I’ll let you know in a few days.” After that, he turned around and asked Wang Xin to kill the four roosters on the spot. A man who carried the coffin had a little chicken blood on his forehead, told him to go back to take a bath later, but don't wash off the chicken blood, and asked Wang Xin to sprinkle the remaining chicken blood around the entrance of the village before going back to rest moment

The vehicle that came back was brought back by curator Jin entrusting someone to charter a bus. It was already ten o'clock at noon, and Cha Wenbin had already been waiting at the entrance of the village with a blind date for a long time

Director Jin spent a lot of money this time, and the four good-quality mahogany urns were carried out one by one. The eight-year-old baby walked closest with Wang Weiguo in his arms, followed by some nephews. , Holding the remaining three, this scene will inevitably hurt people, and many people also cried. After three firecrackers, Cha Wenbin rang the bell: Get up!Walking ahead to open the way, leading the crowd to Weiguo's ancestral tomb. The tomb was built quite simply, and it didn't match the precious mahogany. Weiguo's father was buried with his mother who had passed away for many years. The two of them followed that The little girl is hiding in a slightly lower place, and the soil is still good loess. I only hope that these four people can be buried in the soil here, and pass away as soon as possible. It is already noon after busy work. Last meal.

During the banquet, people kept coming to toast Cha Wenbin, but he stopped them one by one. He really didn't want to drink. Tonight, everyone else is fine, so he has to make a divination for the village and ask God, Will this poor little village be able to live in peace for a while?

After the meal, Zha Wenbin asked the village head to call the relatives of the Wang family, meaning that the house was demolished, all the wood was burned on the spot, and no more houses could be built here. After talking about the seriousness of it, there were a lot of things that happened last night People were present, but the poor child lost his home. By the way, after taking care of the child's upbringing, a group of laborers left Wang Weiguo's ancestral house in ruins in the afternoon. After many years, the adults in Wangzhuang did not dare to let their children Go to that field again. . .

In the afternoon, Wen Bin, Mr. He, and Director Zhao fell asleep again, and slept until dark before waking up. After a simple dinner, Cha Wenbin packed up and saluted, and had dinner with Wang Xin's family. In order to bid farewell, I went to the entrance of the village and sat on the ground under an old locust tree. I sat on the ground with Mr. He and Mr. Zhao, eating peanuts and drinking wine, waiting for the right time to come.

This pagoda tree, please remember, don’t plant it in front of your own house. The word pagoda tree consists of a tree and a ghost, which means to hang a ghost. It is the thing that attracts evil spirits most easily. It is extremely yin, but it is also psychic in the eyes of Taoists. The only choice, Zha Wenbin is to wait until midnight, the most cloudy time of the day, choose under the most cloudy tree, and use the power of the Big Dipper to ask the sky once!The wind by the river was blowing and the three of them were slightly drunk. Director Zhao wanted to be a teacher because of the strength of alcohol, but Cha Wenbin sternly refused. How could the director be willing to listen? In the past few days, he has admired Cha Wenbin with all his heart. If Mr. He hadn't stopped him, he would have kowtowed a few times.

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