I'm really not a magician

Some people always say that Taoists who do transcendental dharma (scientific rites) for the dead in the countryside make a lot of money, and their salary is higher than that of white-collar workers in the city. In fact, it's not. This business needs to be endured.

Generally, a three-day ceremony will cost 6888, which will be divided by the whole team. Of course, there are five days and seven days. If there is one more day, it will add 2000.

There are five people in a team, and one leader (teacher and father) takes two disciples. The big disciple can take one disciple. These four people are responsible for the transcendence and seeing off of the mourning hall. Another is specially responsible for the funeral. Our side is called master Sha Gong.

Master Sha Gong doesn't participate in the transcendental Dharma. He is mainly responsible for watching the tomb, pointing the acupoints, watching the zodiac, calculating the auspicious time, hosting the coffin and participating in singing night songs.

The 6888 yuan is not divided equally. Master Sha divides 2888 yuan. The teacher's father takes 1600 yuan, one of the two disciples takes 1000 yuan, and the remaining 400 yuan belongs to the youngest disciple.

Some people may doubt it, but that's the truth, because I'm the one who took 400.

My name is Qin yihun. It's just 20 this year. This scary name was taken by grandpa. Grandpa is the master of killing the public in our team. He said that I can only call Qin yihun and can only engage in this business, otherwise I will die short.

Although I paid homage to master, I only paid homage to master but didn't teach. Master himself didn't graduate and couldn't teach me. I learned my skills from my grandfather.

Our business is also divided into off-season and peak season. February to October are off-season. On average, we can only do two or three dharmas every month. Winter is the peak season, because many elderly people have a hard time through winter. They can play eight to ten games a month.

Today's young people rarely choose to do this business, because it's unlucky to deal with the dead all year round, they don't make money, and they need courage, because they have to stay in the mourning hall alone and stay with the remains until dawn from the day they get started.

When I first entered the industry, I was really afraid, but now a year has passed, this kind of thing has become the norm, and I am used to it. Although I can't sleep, I have always been at peace reading novels, playing with chickens and beating kings.

The door of the mourning hall can't be closed, and the coffin can't be covered. It's said that the soul of the dead can't find a way back.

The reason why we should guard the corpses is that there are many cats and dogs in the countryside. We should prevent them from crying and climbing coffins.

There is a saying in the line: when a dog barks in the mourning hall, the startled body jumps. The cat slid on the coffin and the body climbed out.

In short, three words: will cheat the corpse.

When I first joined the industry, I also asked grandpa if there were ghosts in the world and whether they would cheat corpses. Grandpa told me that there was a fart ghost and a corpse that cheated eggs, but we must follow the rules handed down by our ancestors when we eat in the underworld.

The owner this time is the old Du family, the richest man in the village. The mourning hall is located in the main room, surrounded by wreaths and paper people.

The richest man's family has a daughter named Du Yi, who is my high school classmate and goes to college in other places. However, the relationship between me and Du Yi is general. She is always superior because my family is poor and despises me. Our family is very close, but the relationship is very distant.

It was Du Yi's mother who died. She was still very young and only 43 years old. Because Du Yi's father raised his little wife outside and raped her at home, he was gossip everywhere by the villagers. He didn't want to open it for a moment and killed himself by drinking pesticide.

I have seen a lot of life and death, and I also have a temperament that belittles life and death. I have seen all kinds of causes of death in the past year, but this is the first one to commit suicide.

Grandpa said that suicides have the greatest resentment. This resentment is easy to attract cats and dogs, so he told me to cheer up when I watch the night. Don't play games and read novels. After midnight, I will guard by the door honestly.

Midnight is the time to sing night songs. The night sings for two hours while singing and tapping the gong.

Nocturne is not a song, but a mantra in the form of singing. You have to cry out. It is also used to surpass the dead.

Singing the night song is generally divided into four classes. Everyone sings for half an hour. Grandpa sings after master, master sings after martial uncle, and it's my turn to sing the night song. You can't interrupt when singing the night song, because you have to sing again as soon as you interrupt.

They sang and walked one by one, and at last I had to watch the night after singing.

Because she couldn't buy a ticket temporarily, Du Yi came home in the middle of the night. As soon as she entered the door, she knelt in front of the coffin and cried. When she came back, I had five minutes to sing. I didn't care about her. While looking at the heartbroken Du Yi, I continued to sing my night song.

Maybe I sang too hard, or interrupted her sadness. When there were still a few last sentences left, Du Yi suddenly rushed over, stretched out the gong and stick in my hand, threw it directly on the ground, and shouted, "don't shout, will you? I'm so bored."

Du Yi's father, Du Zeming, hurried over, pulled away Du Yi and said, "Yi Yi, Xiao Qin is crossing the dead for your mother. You can't interrupt."

"You can kill your mother, can't I interrupt? It's feudal superstition. If it's true, you ask him to call out his mother's soul. It's just a divine stick. Do you really believe it?" Du Yi looked at her father with resentment, full of sadness and anger.

Du Zeming also lowered his head. In front of Li Zi, he had nothing to say.

I looked at the sad Du Yi and didn't mean to blame her. I just said, "well... Du Yi, I'm sorry for the change."

"Mom ~ ~" Du Yi shouted and came to the coffin again. She took a look at the body in the coffin and quickly knelt down. She didn't know whether she was afraid or couldn't bear to see it.

Du Yi cried for nearly half an hour before he stopped. The whole person was carried upstairs by her father, probably because he was too tired.

After she went up, I sighed and had to sing again for half an hour.

It's almost two o'clock after singing. I've been singing for an hour and my voice is almost hoarse.

Put down the small gong and Gong stick in my hand, I stood up, stretched, lifted up my chair and prepared to sit at the door.

Passing by the coffin, I glanced at the body in the coffin, sighed deeply, and thought to myself, it's not worth taking my life for scum like Du Yi's father.

"Don't blame Yiyi."

A female voice suddenly sounded. My body shook violently. I looked around and said, "who? Who the fuck is talking?"

The mourning hall was quiet. There was no movement in those wreaths and paper people, and everything was still. Only the flame of the long light under the coffin was still flickering.

"Auditory hallucination?" I knocked on my head. It's this point. Ghosts are sleeping. How can anyone talk?

I put my chair by the door, and then sat down with my back to the coffin. I habitually took out my mobile phone to read the novel, but I put my mobile phone away when I thought of Grandpa's words.

"She is also for my good."

The sound came again, and I stood up fiercely. How does the sound sound sound like the dead mother Du Yi?

"Auntie, don't scare me. Even if I sang badly just now, you don't need to do so." as I said, I walked towards the coffin. There were more than thirty people who sent me away. Such a strange thing happened for the first time.

My heart is very nervous, but there is another feeling, that is stimulation.

When I got to the coffin, I looked down at the body. There was no change in the body, but my face began to turn blue. This is a normal phenomenon, because the body was not injected with anti-corrosion needle.

I stared at the face of the body for a while. I was a little confused. The second sentence just now didn't seem to be auditory hallucination. It was clear that someone was talking.

"Aunt, I'll take good care of you. Don't scare me, will you?" I said to the body.

There was no reaction to the body. Although I was nervous, I still had great courage. I even became abnormal and expected that the body would suddenly open my eyes.

But nothing happened. I sat in my chair again, then turned around and looked at the coffin. I could only tell myself that there must be auditory hallucinations.

After watching for almost an hour, nothing happened again. I fell asleep and yawned constantly. With my experience so many times, I can't persist for too long if I don't play games or read novels at this time.

I felt my mobile phone again. As soon as I opened it, a wechat appeared at the top of the screen.

……