Republic of China

Chapter 320 Expired Form
Looking at the sunbathing needle spinning like crazy in the nectar bowl, Lao Kang sighed, and finally did not throw the thing away. After all, it was a carefully crafted magic weapon. People may miss it, and horses may stumble, and the magic weapon may occasionally pull. Is it normal to crotch a little?

After installing the sunbathing needle, he leaned on the window edge and whispered inward: "How is it? Did you find out anything?"

"No, they are all very ordinary paper work, nothing special, ordinary gold ingots, ordinary Wan Guan Qian Wan Guan Qian, ordinary lotus pedestals."

The scholar squatted in front of a pile of paper work and answered softly. Although he said that there was nothing wrong with the things, he made no next move. He neither continued to check nor turned around to leave. Instead, he asked Lao Kang a question without looking back. .

"Brother Kang, is it almost the Ghost Festival?"

"When you said that, I remembered that it is indeed the Hungry Ghost Festival."

The Ghost Festival is an enduring festival that has gone through countless years. It is also one of the ghost festivals commonly known as Ghost Festival. Just look at the name and you will know that it has the attributes of the underworld. It is also called Bon Festival or July Half, etc., depending on the place. Folk customs and cultures are different, so the ways and means of celebrating the festival have various characteristics, but in the final analysis, it is nothing more than the core purpose of worshiping ancestors.

To a certain extent, the Ghost Festival actually has nothing to do with the underworld. The evolution from living sacrifices in ancient times to pottery figurines and finally to today’s paper money reflects how much Chinese civilization has evolved in such fields. It is economical and affordable, and it is definitely more earthly than a living sacrifice. It has been deeply rooted in people's hearts for thousands of years, and few can escape the custom. As long as it is during the Shangsi Festival, Qingming Festival, Hungry Ghost Festival, and Hanyi Festival, you can always see burning at the crossroads. Paper money people.

To go deeper, the Ghost Festival in July is not only a day for ordinary people to pay homage to the deceased, but also a good day for folk "gentlemen" to perform some rituals. When it comes to rituals, burning paper is basically indispensable.

Because as long as you want to deal with the people below, you have to have someone to talk to.

Who can deliver the message?

Of course it is the land of the local city god.

You can't keep talking when asking for help, let alone asking for help from a big boss. If you only ask for words but no expression, no one will want to talk to you after a long time.

Speaking of the inscription, this thing has been said many times before, but there is still a key detail that has not been mentioned, that is, the burning time on the inscription must be accurate to the year, month and day. The hour is usually written as an auspicious time, but it must not be written today. It will be burned tomorrow, otherwise you will not be fooled. If there are any emergencies that prevent it from being burned that day, the printed form must be destroyed as soon as possible.

That's the problem.

At this moment, although the warehouse is full of ordinary paper work, many of them are divided into piles and portions. There is a piece of yellow paper at the top. Judging from the content and signature, it is obviously a formal document.

"Those who deal with the horoscopes are the ones who can do extraordinary things to break the heavy mourning and replenish the treasury."

Scanning the documents one by one, I can see that the gentleman who performed these rituals has something special, he is involved in everything, and the contents of the documents are all different.

But the only thing that is the same is that the burning period of all the inscriptions has been missed, even the most recent day was three days ago.

This kind of mistake is simply unimaginable to experts. Just one or two documents were missed. More than ten documents all missed the burning date and were not destroyed.

"Brother Kang, there are weddings and funerals in the family recently, am I not allowed to do anything?"

At this time, Lao Kang came to Xiucai and noticed the situation, and he gasped repeatedly.

Scholars who don't do this kind of work don't understand the seriousness.

Although writing inscriptions is not like drawing talismans, which requires the help of the ancestor, but inscriptions need to be stamped, and both clear and dark seals are needed. As long as the seal is stamped, it is equivalent to having a record in the local city god's land. I know you You have to work whenever you want, but if you don't work on that day, isn't it like making people wait in vain?
As the saying goes, a small number of times works, but who would be happy with a lot of times? At least, the city god's land in this area will be blacklisted, at worst, they will be punished.

Anyway, Lao Kang would never dare to do this. He smacked his tongue and said, "There is a saying that if close relatives have weddings or funerals, they should not perform rituals for a certain period of time. The problem is that it is a red matter for the Yan family. It must have been decided early. How could the Yan family take over the wedding ceremony if they knew they were getting married? It’s better not to burn or destroy. Do you think the people who do this work in the Yan family are out of their minds, scholar?”

After Dao Bi Dao didn't respond for a long time, Lao Kang glanced at Xiucai and found that the boy was rubbing his temples, with light flashing in his eyes. He had only seen a similar expression on San Yuan's face, and he was obviously brainstorming.

In terms of brains and eyesight, Xiucai Zhao is not inferior to San Yuan. They are both quick-thinking. However, usually when San Yuan is around, Xiu Cai doesn't show his full potential. Anyway, Lao Kang and Lao Liu asked themselves how many times they would add them together. I can't keep up with my two brothers' brains. Nowadays, separate operations cannot be counted as three yuan, so Xiucai knows that he must rely on himself, which is better than relying on Brother Kang's brain.

Silent houses, dilapidated corners, inexplicable warehouses, expired documents and other clues were reorganized and reorganized in the scholar's mind.

From an absolutely rational perspective, he came to two possibilities.

Or, the person who did this in the Yan family is a tangled madman.

Either this place doesn't belong to the Yan family at all!
Following this train of thought, the scholar was shocked by his own reasoning.

Because there are some things you really can't dwell on.

"Brother Kang."

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid things are even more outrageous than we thought."

"What do you mean? The great feng shui from red and white to chaos is already evil enough. Could it be more serious?"

He does not mean that.

Lao Kang's words made Lu Xiucai tremble all over.

Correct!
We shouldn’t start counting from entering Yan’s house!

From the time when the red and white collided with each other. No, it should be counted from the time when we crossed the Huayuankou. It seems irrelevant, but maybe it is inextricably linked!

The scholar said seriously: "This is not the place to talk. Let's go back first. When Sanyuan and Brother Liu come back, we will take the old man away immediately. The Yan family has a big problem. Even if I sleep in the open air, I feel better than sleeping in Yan's house." The family must be solid.”

Although Lao Kang didn't expect it to be so deep, he completely believed in his brothers' judgment. The various incidents were already very strange, but the brothers were not so afraid because of their ability. Since the scholar gave up his words, it meant that he had a certain degree of confidence. , it’s better to apply oil on the soles of your feet.

Just as he was about to get up and leave with Xiucai, he saw him closing the wooden door of the warehouse faster.

boom--

After the muffled sound, Lao Kang shrank his neck and said, "What happened? The Yan family found out that we were running around without permission?"

The scholar shook his head and said the most terrifying words in the calmest tone.

"Coffin, the Baisha that hit me is parked outside."

Lao Kang: "???"

Baisha?

When did you come?
Why didn't I feel it in advance? ?

Such a heavy evil spirit cannot appear out of thin air!
(End of this chapter)