the last priest

The first part of the ghost marriage is about to come. At this time, everyone in the ancestral hall, whether they are helping or joining in the fun, will be driven out, and there will be living people left. This matter is really impossible.

After clearing the place, there were people standing guard at the exit of the ancestral hall. The gate was pasted with the word "囍" in white, standing there like soldiers on guard. These people were there to prevent strangers from entering. The most important thing was the Among the few people, there was a very tall man with a full face and a fierce look in his eyes. This man was Da Shan.There is also a young man who is fooling around, the kind of savvy flashed in cynicism is obviously not a character that can come out of our small mountain village, this person is Chaozi.There is also a stable and mature young man with vicissitudes and vicissitudes. From the day he came, he didn't talk much, and Ruthless never needed words to prove his strength.

Just these three buddies poked there, and the people watching the excitement saw that they couldn't get any money, so they all scattered around, and those who peeked on the hillside were really out of control. The Chinese never disliked the excitement. Not enough, just not enough to watch.

The ceremony officially started. Cha Wenbin tied a red thread to the small note in front of the two coffins.

There is no red hijab, no phoenix crown and Xiapei, no tall horses, and no loud drums.Yes, they were just handfuls of paper money that Zha Wenbin raised casually.

Two small wine glasses were placed on the table in front of the coffin, each filled with a cup of wine, not much, but just right.

At this time, Cha Wenbin took out two chickens from the cage that had already been prepared, one was a big red-haired rooster, and the other was a hen that hadn't laid eggs yet.

He quickly tied the threads in his hand to the necks of the two chickens, and tied the other end to the red rope in the middle of the two coffins.

This chicken is a living thing, it will run around, and people have no way to control animals, so Cha Wenbin thought of a way to starve the two chickens for a whole day in advance, and now put them under their feet Holding a plate with rice in it, the chicken immediately pecked at the rice obediently.

Zha Wenbin was taking out two long incense sticks, inserting them in front of the two coffins and lighting them respectively. The incense burned normally, but as Cha Wenbin gradually chanted the mantra, the incense started to float towards the heads of the coffins.

Opening his eyes slightly, Zai Wei saw that everything was almost ready, and then he said to the empty ancestral hall: "Please come here today, I want everyone to be a witness for the new couple, everyone eat and drink well!" Then he made a bow to the empty ancestral hall. If you are careful, you will find that there are messy fingerprints on some tables at this time, and there are traces of footsteps on the ground in front of the stools, and even teacups The sound of collision.

Then, Cha Wenbin held up a small stick with an earthworm tied to it, walked up to the two chickens, and suddenly shouted: "Bow to heaven and earth!", and then shook the stick in his hand to the sky, How could the two chickens be willing to let go of such delicious food, and immediately poked their necks up, and then Cha Wenbin quickly threw the earthworm to the ground, and the two chickens lowered their heads at the same time.

During this probing and lowing, he completed a kowtow motion of worshiping heaven and earth. I am afraid that only those who know how to do this kind of trick can come up with it.

Then there is a pile of spirit cards that have been covered in spiders and rotten in the ancestral hall. After all, these "people" are Xiaodie's ancestors, and they can only build this high hall today.

In the same way, after the husband and wife made obeisance, Cha Wenbin quickly grabbed the two chickens that were still fighting for earthworms, and each stabbed their necks fiercely, and the blood of the chickens gushed out immediately.

The chickens had by now done their job and were making their final struggles in the yard.

The hot rooster blood just out of the oven has always been a good remedy to ward off evil spirits, but today it is used for other purposes.

How to use it? I saw that Zha Wenbin dipped a drop of rooster blood with his finger and dripped it on the head of Chen Fang's coffin, and the blood slowly fell down.At the same time, the hen's blood was also put on Fluttershy's coffin.

When the blood reached the position of the red rope, it began to stop, and slowly condensed into two blood beads, which made people feel worried because the blood beads would lose control and fall to the ground at some point.

Looking at the long incense stick, it burned for more than half a stick. Zha Wenbin held a talisman paper in his right hand and the evil spirit bell in his left hand. shaking.

"Dang", this was the second time that Cha Wenbin shook the evil spirit bell in his hand. At this moment, the blood beads began to slowly roll towards the middle along the red rope.

When the blood beads are walking towards the middle, the direction of the fragrance is also gradually moving closer to the middle. Those paper figures and paper horses in the yard seem to come to life in an instant. Waiting for this last holy moment.

I don't know why, when Xiaodie's blood beads were about to meet Chen Fang's, they stopped suddenly. Cha Wenbin was afraid that the situation would change, and was about to urge him to do so, when he saw Xiaodie's blood bead. There was a very small drop of blood behind Fang, coming slowly, needless to say, this was Yu'er.

I don't know how Chen Fang felt when he found out that he had such a daughter. A woman who had been silently waiting for him for decades and his own flesh and blood were in this ancestral hall where the wind was blowing and snakes were running around. , just waiting for him like that, but he never took half a step in.

Do you regret it?Of course he didn't know, but if he had known that Xiaodie was dead, Chen Fang might not have lived to be in his eighties. Xiaodie had always been the hope in his heart, and holding on to this hope, he could live in that dilapidated ancestral house. He has been lingering, and with this hope, he was able to survive the two major crimes in such turbulent years.

Zha Wenbin somewhat understood why Chen Fang would make a sound of panic when he turned on the light. He was afraid.He is afraid that someone will walk into his life, and he is afraid that others will tell him that it has been so many years and there is no hope.

So he began to avoid the crowd, and even developed to avoid the light. Only in that dark and lonely small room can he become the same Chen Fang decades ago, and he will continue to guard his dream, the woman, and the follow their agreement.

Is this moment too late?

No, as long as lovers get married, it's never too late.

"Dang!" When the evil spirit bell in Zha Wenbin's hand rang for the third time, the two half drops of blood quickly melted into one, and the two different blood began to chase each other together, and finally "tick", fell into the bowl below that had already been filled with rootless water.

What is amazing is that the two strands of incense just extinguished at this moment, and with the bending of the ash, the last wisp of smoke perfectly twisted into a strand in the air, and quietly dispersed toward the top of the ancestral hall. . . . . .

So far, the part of the ghost marriage can be considered to be over, but the matter of Cha Wenbin is not over yet. Xiaodie's bones have long since rotted away, and he will have to build a couple's tomb for them tomorrow. The species are different, in short, the details here are very important. If you want the two to get together after death, you must go through that procedure.

Cha Wenbin quickly pushed open the door, then took out a handful of rice mixed with tea in his pocket and threw it at the door, shouting: "See off!"

This meant to let the "friends" who came to the wedding leave quickly. After a while, he patted each of the three on the shoulders a few times, which was considered a bad luck for the brothers who were standing guard. In fact, the three brothers really don't care, what kind of scenes have they never seen.

Since I was so busy here, I could go back and rest first. On the second day, I just pick a time to bury the couple.But in the end, something happened, and it was not someone else, but a bachelor in our village, whose nickname was Sting Tou.

This man, as the name suggests, is a prickly head, who specializes in sneaky things. He has a big bald head all year round. Not good, and I will find fault with the host family. In short, the reputation in our village is really bad.

This person was kicked out very early that day. He just watched the excitement. He didn't believe it in his bones. In his words, everyone fell asleep on the mass graves, and he didn't see any ghosts. Come and trouble him.I don't know if I'm bragging, but this kid has indeed done some robbery and digging of ancient tombs, but our land has been very poor since ancient times, and he didn't let him take out a few valuable things.

The prickly head had nothing to do anyway, so he gathered a few young ruffians from the village to squat on the back hill to watch the fun, and in front of him were the big fish and meat that had just come out of the kitchen and the wine bottles that were stumbling around. This kind of white funeral, It was impossible for him to do the work, but he focused on the set of jewelry used for the funeral. In their words, this is called a mirror.Although Xiaodie's set of things is not very valuable, it is not a problem to exchange a few drinks, and this is two lonely graves without descendants. If you don't do it yourself, isn't it cheaper for others?

So, he stared at the inside of the ancestral hall on this mountain, for fear that those things would go missing.If you say that you should meet this person, then you can really meet something.

When Zha Wenbin was busy, a yellow muntjac appeared out of nowhere behind the prickly head, which was the one that my father shot countless times without firing.

The prickly people also know that this thing is a good thing, the leather is valuable, and the meat is delicious, but they don't have a knife or a gun in their hands, so they just grab it with bare hands?

The prickly head didn't know what he was thinking, so he picked up a stone the size of a brick from the ground and threw it at the deer. Immediately, his brain burst and he died.

This made the thorn head very happy, and immediately greeted those little ruffians to carry the muntjac on their shoulders and went home humming. . . . . .