Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 381
While Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong were talking, Wu Zhanzhan also came over, looking at Li Qingdong hopefully, and listened quietly to what was going on.

Li Qingdong pointed to the southeast and said: "According to calculations, there is another village about ten miles ahead, and a ghost will appear there tonight. Now, everyone can prepare and kill this guy first."

"Have you calculated the specific time?" Wu Zhanzhan asked.

"About..., around 10:30."

Ding Ermiao saw that it was still early, so he suggested to eat first, so that he could work when he was full.

After simply eating a little, everyone packed up their magic weapons and went on their way.

On the way out of the village, Li Qing looked around crookedly, then suddenly walked to the middle of the road, stuck his butt out, held his waist with one hand, and pointed to the sky with the other, making a very weird posture.

Wu Zhanzhan was stunned and asked Ding Ermiao next to him: "What do you think Li Qingdong is doing? Is he taking us to escape again?"

Ding Ermiao also had a black hair, so he shouted: "Hey, Li Qingdong, with this posture, are you going to fly into the sky or hide on the ground?"

"Ah? No." Li Qingdong turned around and said, "I'm stopping the car. There's still ten miles to go to the village. If we take the mountain road, it will be twenty miles with many twists and turns. We must find a car to go there. ah."

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan were petrified at the same time.It's getting dark now, and it's in the mountains, is there still a taxi?On the way in and out of the village, there are no lights, not to mention cars, not a single dog!

"What are you talking about? Where is the car here?" Wu Zhanzhan said, "Let's go quickly. Leave earlier and arrive earlier."

Li Qingdong chuckled and said: "My great fortune teller Li Qingdong..., ahem, let's not talk about this. I just calculated with my fingers and I predict that in less than a minute, there will be a hitchhiker passing by here. If you don't believe me, just wait!"

Seeing his promise, Ding Ermiao was also a little dubious, and asked again: "Then you stop the car as soon as you stop it, what are you doing with your ass up?"

"Uncle Ding, do you have the nerve to ask? Didn't you kick me so hard that I got out of my way? Do you think I am willing to stick my butt out?"

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan looked at each other, dumbfounded.Li Qingdong is simply a living treasure, and it's fun to take him with him.

Suddenly, a ray of light from a car turned around the fork in front and came straight towards me.If you look closely, you will see that it is an electric tricycle.The tricycle was stopped by Li Qingdong. When he asked, it turned out that it was going to the village in front of him. He readily agreed and took the three of them on a ride.

Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan were both dumbfounded. Li Qingdong, who said he was a divine fortune teller, was indeed well-deserved.

After getting on the electric tricycle, a few people headed towards the stockade in front of them in the dark.The village is called Sophora japonica, and there are large Sophora japonica trees everywhere.

At the entrance to the village, Li Qingdong asked the fellow driver to stop, thanked him and asked him to please, and then the three of them argued on the roadside.

Judging from the darkness of the night, the village is not small, with hundreds of households in it.Vaguely, I heard bursts of suona and sad music coming from the front of the village.Needless to say, someone in the village has died and a funeral is being held.

"Where is the ghost general? Didn't notice the ghost aura." Wu Zhanzhan opened the compass and asked, "Li Qingdong, didn't you make a mistake in your calculation?"

"I am a great fortune teller..." Li Qingdong was about to brag again, but found that Ding Ermiao's eyes were staring at him like a sharp sword in the darkness. He hurriedly suppressed his nonsense and said, "Uncle Wu, don't worry, the time is not up yet."

Ding Ermiao snorted and said, "If the calculation is wrong, Li Qingdong, please be careful with your goatee."

Li Qingdong also snorted and said, "How about I make a bet with Master Ding? If I am right, can you call me Master Ding?"

"Your skin is itchy, right?" Ding Ermiao flew up and kicked him.

But this kick was in vain, Li Qingdong who was standing in front of him suddenly disappeared into the air.

Ding Ermiao was turning around to look around, but Li Qingdong suddenly appeared from behind Wu Zhanzhan, with a long earthworm hanging from his ear.This old guy must have been frightened by Ding Ermiao's kick. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately ran away.

"Stop making trouble, keep your spirits up, we can take action later." Wu Zhanzhan advised, letting Ding Ermiao and Li Qingdong calm down.

Junior sister spoke, so Ding Ermiao had no choice but to give Li Qingdong a break.

The three of them meditated in the grass on the roadside without saying a word.

At about ten o'clock, I suddenly heard the loud sound of firecrackers in front of the village. Fireworks flashed brightly, roared into the sky, exploded and crackled in the sky.

The smell of gunpowder smoke also drifted slowly along the night breeze.

"With such loud firecrackers, there are still ghosts daring to come?" Wu Zhanzhan was very puzzled.

Li Qingdong opened his eyes, stroked his beard and said: "Uncle Wu, don't worry, after these firecrackers, the ghost general will appear. In 5 minutes, we can set off. Remember, hide your magic weapon, don't Scared away the ghost generals, or it would be a waste of time tonight."

Then, the sound of firecrackers finally stopped, but in the direction just now, there were gongs, drums, suonas, and cymbals, mixed with bursts of crying.

Wu Zhanzhan listened intently for a while, and asked, "Could it be that this family is hiring people to be a dojo to save the dead?"

Li Qingdong smiled and said: "You are wrong, Master Wu. This is the prelude to the mourning ceremony. There are almost no dojos in this area."

"How did you know?" Wu Zhanzhan was dissatisfied.

"I'm a fortune teller!" Li Qingdong said matter-of-factly.

Wu Zhanzhan was speechless immediately, while Ding Ermiao smiled helplessly.

"Hehe, the ghost general tonight is attached to the body of the mourning girl. If you don't believe it, just wait and see." Li Qingdong said proudly.

There are many old customs in the Shiwanda Mountain area, and crying in mourning is one of them.If a relative dies, you must find someone to cry with. This person cannot be a relative, but must be unrelated to the death.

Over time, those who could cry and sing became professional mourners, just like monks and Taoists who gave salvation to others, specializing in funerals in various villages and villages.

Those who mourn are treated as women.Because women crying and singing are more contagious.

There is a TV series where Uncle Motoyama plays a character who cries in mourning. In fact, that is just nonsense made by the screenwriter.A grown man burst into tears in front of the coffin. The funny effect is far greater than the tragic atmosphere.

Because these people can cry, sing, and perform, they are equivalent to folk artists, and their mourning is equivalent to a literary performance.Therefore, the villagers saw that the funeral was actually a performance.

——After a while, the village gradually became quiet, and the gongs, drums, and cymbals were all silent.

"It's time to enter the village!" Li Qingdong waved his hand and took the lead towards the village.

(End of this chapter)