Chapter 1374
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He an also has a reason to hear that these days are holidays. His wife and her son went to other places to have fun. Now she called the lawyer building to ask for a few days' leave and took me straight to my hometown.
He an's hometown is hundreds of kilometers away in the countryside. I followed him for a whole day by coach and climbed the mountain road for a long time, which arrived in the evening.
The village is very remote, the wooden house alley fence wall, many places still retain the extremely ancient appearance.
As soon as I entered the village, I heard a very strange sound of Suona from afar and a few steps closer. It was the sad music played by the dead!
"The village seems to be dead." I said.
"Well." He an nodded: "the customs of the villagers are still very old. Once someone dies, they have to play for 28 days before and after burial."
We walked tens of meters along the country road and saw a white cloth shed in a small yard.
He an's body suddenly trembled, and he stepped quickly to meet the past.
"What's the matter?" I saw something wrong with his look and asked in a hurry.
"This is my home..."
He an told me on the way that there were only elderly parents in the family. Now their family even set up a spiritual shed. Naturally, they were extremely frightened and rushed to the past.
"He an is back?" A woman walking in with a burning paper saw he an greeting.
"Well, Aunt Zhang, this is..." He an's face changed.
"Xiao'an, why are you back?" Before the old lady could speak, another old man came out of the yard. Although his hair was half gray, his eyes were hale and hearty. Although he looked very sad and depressed, he was not like ordinary villagers.
"Dad, mom, she..." He an stepped up quickly, a little faltering.
"Cough! What are you thinking? Your mother and I are fine. It's Xiaoju who has passed away. I've been calling you but I haven't got through. "
"Little chrysanthemum?" He an's heart hung down, but he was still very sad and asked, "what happened to Xiaoju? When I came back a few months ago, wasn't it still good?"
"Well, who knows." He Fu sighed: "suddenly there was a strange disease. The villagers rushed to the hospital, but when they got to the hospital, people were cold, and there was no way to rescue them. No, it's back. Alas, Xiaoju is a child... "
He an's body trembled for a moment, but he didn't care to talk to me, so he went directly into the spirit shed.
The shed is very large, with several long strings of firecrackers hanging in it, which is filled with the smell of burning paper. Hanging in the middle of the black-and-white photo is a girl with two big braids and a smile on her face. It can be seen that she was very beautiful.
Many villagers are squatting and sitting there burning paper spontaneously, and some old ladies are crying.
He an burned several knives of paper in front of the spirit, and saw his mother again, so his heart was completely released. However, his expression was extremely sad. He put his hand on his tears and turned to me and said, "Xiaoju is an orphan in the village. She can't speak since she was a child. As early as she was a teenager, her mother disappeared, and her father was sentenced to death again, so she was adopted by my father at home. Over the years, like my own sister, I didn't expect to come back... "
I patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.
Originally, I went back to my hometown with him, just to see what kind of Yin things the ancestors left? There was something hidden there to protect their spirits, but I didn't expect that it was just in time for a funeral.
He an wept for a long time before he died, which forced him to resist the sadness and introduced me to his father.
The old man is also a lawyer, but now he is old and doesn't like city life very much, so he has been living in the country.
Mother he, who was standing by, heard that I was the famous master Zhang Jiulin. She immediately grabbed my hand and begged, "Master Zhang, please show me what's wrong with Xiaoju!"
Listening to her, he an and I are a little confused.
People are dead, and even doctors can't help it. What else can I see.
Unexpectedly, he dad, after knowing my identity, also tried his best to say, "I'll trouble you. This child's illness is really a little strange."
He dada said that Xiaoju was red and hot all over before she died, and a few snakes came out of her mouth and nose, and then she was unconscious. He suspected that it was probably something. Now, although Xiaoju has passed away, she will not get rid of her evil roots. I'm afraid she will hurt others.
They were both intellectuals and did not believe in ghosts and gods at all. However, over the years, they had to believe that there were ghosts and gods in the world. They didn't dare to tell other villagers the details of Xiaoju's strange disease, for fear of causing panic.
So I want to ask me to see what happened.
I think it's a little strange to hear him say that!
The whole body is hot and the snout is full of snakes. This is a typical magic skill. Is there any evil cultivation in the village that uses the magic to harm people?
Immediately, I decided to take a closer look.In order not to disturb other villagers, he an took me to the room to have a rest first, saying that I would not open the coffin until midnight when all the people left.
But as soon as I had a rest in the room, I suddenly heard a voice outside. Then it seemed that there was a large group of people running around, and the whole village was restless.
"What happened?" I walked out of the door in some consternation.
"Fake corpse, fake corpse!" Countless villagers shouted loudly to run away. The copper basin for burning paper and the soul summoning banner on the spiritual shed were all smashed, and people were in a mess.
Just at this time, he an hurriedly ran to me: "Master Zhang, I'm looking for you."
"What's the matter?" I asked, pointing to the shed.
"I don't know what happened. Suddenly there was a knock in the coffin. At the beginning, I thought it was a mistake. It came from another place, but the sound was getting louder and louder. It was getting more and more wrong. Let's take a closer look. It's from the coffin! Xiaoju, Xiaoju is knocking on the coffin! "
"Go and have a look!" As soon as I heard it, I hurried up.
The people in the spirit shed had already run away, leaving the ground in a mess.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong!
The sound of knocking on the coffin is louder than that of knocking on the coffin. It looks like a war drum. It's very gloomy and terrifying in the night sky.
"Xiaoju, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother..." Mother he slumped on the ground and cried in amazement.
He's father is beside her and stares at the coffin in horror.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong
The sound is louder and louder, shaking the big wooden coffin.
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He an also has a reason to hear that these days are holidays. His wife and her son went to other places to have fun. Now she called the lawyer building to ask for a few days' leave and took me straight to my hometown.
He an's hometown is hundreds of kilometers away in the countryside. I followed him for a whole day by coach and climbed the mountain road for a long time, which arrived in the evening.
The village is very remote, the wooden house alley fence wall, many places still retain the extremely ancient appearance.
As soon as I entered the village, I heard a very strange sound of Suona from afar and a few steps closer. It was the sad music played by the dead!
"The village seems to be dead." I said.
"Well." He an nodded: "the customs of the villagers are still very old. Once someone dies, they have to play for 28 days before and after burial."
We walked tens of meters along the country road and saw a white cloth shed in a small yard.
He an's body suddenly trembled, and he stepped quickly to meet the past.
"What's the matter?" I saw something wrong with his look and asked in a hurry.
"This is my home..."
He an told me on the way that there were only elderly parents in the family. Now their family even set up a spiritual shed. Naturally, they were extremely frightened and rushed to the past.
"He an is back?" A woman walking in with a burning paper saw he an greeting.
"Well, Aunt Zhang, this is..." He an's face changed.
"Xiao'an, why are you back?" Before the old lady could speak, another old man came out of the yard. Although his hair was half gray, his eyes were hale and hearty. Although he looked very sad and depressed, he was not like ordinary villagers.
"Dad, mom, she..." He an stepped up quickly, a little faltering.
"Cough! What are you thinking? Your mother and I are fine. It's Xiaoju who has passed away. I've been calling you but I haven't got through. "
"Little chrysanthemum?" He an's heart hung down, but he was still very sad and asked, "what happened to Xiaoju? When I came back a few months ago, wasn't it still good?"
"Well, who knows." He Fu sighed: "suddenly there was a strange disease. The villagers rushed to the hospital, but when they got to the hospital, people were cold, and there was no way to rescue them. No, it's back. Alas, Xiaoju is a child... "
He an's body trembled for a moment, but he didn't care to talk to me, so he went directly into the spirit shed.
The shed is very large, with several long strings of firecrackers hanging in it, which is filled with the smell of burning paper. Hanging in the middle of the black-and-white photo is a girl with two big braids and a smile on her face. It can be seen that she was very beautiful.
Many villagers are squatting and sitting there burning paper spontaneously, and some old ladies are crying.
He an burned several knives of paper in front of the spirit, and saw his mother again, so his heart was completely released. However, his expression was extremely sad. He put his hand on his tears and turned to me and said, "Xiaoju is an orphan in the village. She can't speak since she was a child. As early as she was a teenager, her mother disappeared, and her father was sentenced to death again, so she was adopted by my father at home. Over the years, like my own sister, I didn't expect to come back... "
I patted him on the shoulder and said nothing.
Originally, I went back to my hometown with him, just to see what kind of Yin things the ancestors left? There was something hidden there to protect their spirits, but I didn't expect that it was just in time for a funeral.
He an wept for a long time before he died, which forced him to resist the sadness and introduced me to his father.
The old man is also a lawyer, but now he is old and doesn't like city life very much, so he has been living in the country.
Mother he, who was standing by, heard that I was the famous master Zhang Jiulin. She immediately grabbed my hand and begged, "Master Zhang, please show me what's wrong with Xiaoju!"
Listening to her, he an and I are a little confused.
People are dead, and even doctors can't help it. What else can I see.
Unexpectedly, he dad, after knowing my identity, also tried his best to say, "I'll trouble you. This child's illness is really a little strange."
He dada said that Xiaoju was red and hot all over before she died, and a few snakes came out of her mouth and nose, and then she was unconscious. He suspected that it was probably something. Now, although Xiaoju has passed away, she will not get rid of her evil roots. I'm afraid she will hurt others.
They were both intellectuals and did not believe in ghosts and gods at all. However, over the years, they had to believe that there were ghosts and gods in the world. They didn't dare to tell other villagers the details of Xiaoju's strange disease, for fear of causing panic.
So I want to ask me to see what happened.
I think it's a little strange to hear him say that!
The whole body is hot and the snout is full of snakes. This is a typical magic skill. Is there any evil cultivation in the village that uses the magic to harm people?
Immediately, I decided to take a closer look.In order not to disturb other villagers, he an took me to the room to have a rest first, saying that I would not open the coffin until midnight when all the people left.
But as soon as I had a rest in the room, I suddenly heard a voice outside. Then it seemed that there was a large group of people running around, and the whole village was restless.
"What happened?" I walked out of the door in some consternation.
"Fake corpse, fake corpse!" Countless villagers shouted loudly to run away. The copper basin for burning paper and the soul summoning banner on the spiritual shed were all smashed, and people were in a mess.
Just at this time, he an hurriedly ran to me: "Master Zhang, I'm looking for you."
"What's the matter?" I asked, pointing to the shed.
"I don't know what happened. Suddenly there was a knock in the coffin. At the beginning, I thought it was a mistake. It came from another place, but the sound was getting louder and louder. It was getting more and more wrong. Let's take a closer look. It's from the coffin! Xiaoju, Xiaoju is knocking on the coffin! "
"Go and have a look!" As soon as I heard it, I hurried up.
The people in the spirit shed had already run away, leaving the ground in a mess.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong!
The sound of knocking on the coffin is louder than that of knocking on the coffin. It looks like a war drum. It's very gloomy and terrifying in the night sky.
"Xiaoju, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother..." Mother he slumped on the ground and cried in amazement.
He's father is beside her and stares at the coffin in horror.
Dong Dong, Dong Dong
The sound is louder and louder, shaking the big wooden coffin.
He an also has a reason to hear that these days are holidays. His wife and her son went to other places to have fun. Now she called the lawyer building to ask for a few days' leave and took me straight to my hometown. He an's hometown is hundreds of kilometers away in the countryside. I followed him for a whole day by coach and climbed the mountain road for a long time, which arrived in the evening. The village is very remote, the wooden house alley fence wall, many places still retain the extremely ancient appearance. As soon as I entered the village, I heard a very strange sound of Suona from afar and a few steps closer. It was the sad music played by the dead! "The village seems to be dead." I said. "Well." He an nodded: "the customs of the villagers are still very old. Once someone dies, they have to play for 28 days before and after burial." We walked tens of meters along the country road and saw a white cloth shed in a small yard. He an's body suddenly trembled, and he stepped quickly to meet the past. "What's the matter?" I saw something wrong with his look and asked in a hurry. "This is my home..." He an told me on the way that there were only elderly parents in the family. Now their family even set up a spiritual shed. Naturally, they were extremely frightened and rushed to the past. "He an is back?" A woman walking in with a burning paper saw he an greeting. "Well, Aunt Zhang, this is..." He an's face changed. "Xiao'an, why are you back?" Before the old lady could speak, another old man came out of the yard. Although his hair was half gray, his eyes were hale and hearty. Although he looked very sad and depressed, he was not like ordinary villagers. "Dad, mom, she..." He an stepped up quickly, a little faltering. "Cough! What are you thinking? Your mother and I are fine. It's Xiaoju who has passed away. I've been calling you but I haven't got through. " "Little chrysanthemum?" He an's heart hung down, but he was still very sad and asked, "what happened to Xiaoju? When I came back a few months ago, wasn't it still good?" "Well, who knows." He Fu sighed: "suddenly there was a strange disease. The villagers rushed to the hospital, but when they got to the hospital, people were cold, and there was no way to rescue them. No, it's back. Alas, Xiaoju is a child... " He an's body trembled for a moment, but he didn't care to talk to me, so he went directly into the spirit shed. The shed is very large, with several long strings of firecrackers hanging in it, which is filled with the smell of burning paper. Hanging in the middle of the black-and-white photo is a girl with two big braids and a smile on her face. It can be seen that she was very beautiful. Many villagers are squatting and sitting there burning paper spontaneously, and some old ladies are crying. He an burned several knives of paper in front of the spirit, and saw his mother again, so his heart was completely released. However, his expression was extremely sad. He put his hand on his tears and turned to me and said, "Xiaoju is an orphan in the village. She can't speak since she was a child. As early as she was a teenager, her mother disappeared, and her father was sentenced to death again, so she was adopted by my father at home. Over the years, like my own sister, I didn't expect to come back... " I patted him on the shoulder and said nothing. Originally, I went back to my hometown with him, just to see what kind of Yin things the ancestors left? There was something hidden there to protect their spirits, but I didn't expect that it was just in time for a funeral. He an wept for a long time before he died, which forced him to resist the sadness and introduced me to his father. The old man is also a lawyer, but now he is old and doesn't like city life very much, so he has been living in the country. Mother he, who was standing by, heard that I was the famous master Zhang Jiulin. She immediately grabbed my hand and begged, "Master Zhang, please show me what's wrong with Xiaoju!" Listening to her, he an and I are a little confused. People are dead, and even doctors can't help it. What else can I see. Unexpectedly, he dad, after knowing my identity, also tried his best to say, "I'll trouble you. This child's illness is really a little strange." He dada said that Xiaoju was red and hot all over before she died, and a few snakes came out of her mouth and nose, and then she was unconscious. He suspected that it was probably something. Now, although Xiaoju has passed away, she will not get rid of her evil roots. I'm afraid she will hurt others. They were both intellectuals and did not believe in ghosts and gods at all. However, over the years, they had to believe that there were ghosts and gods in the world. They didn't dare to tell other villagers the details of Xiaoju's strange disease, for fear of causing panic. So I want to ask me to see what happened. I think it's a little strange to hear him say that! The whole body is hot and the snout is full of snakes. This is a typical magic skill. Is there any evil cultivation in the village that uses the magic to harm people? Immediately, I decided to take a closer look.In order not to disturb other villagers, he an took me to the room to have a rest first, saying that I would not open the coffin until midnight when all the people left. But as soon as I had a rest in the room, I suddenly heard a voice outside. Then it seemed that there was a large group of people running around, and the whole village was restless. "What happened?" I walked out of the door in some consternation. "Fake corpse, fake corpse!" Countless villagers shouted loudly to run away. The copper basin for burning paper and the soul summoning banner on the spiritual shed were all smashed, and people were in a mess. Just at this time, he an hurriedly ran to me: "Master Zhang, I'm looking for you." "What's the matter?" I asked, pointing to the shed. "I don't know what happened. Suddenly there was a knock in the coffin. At the beginning, I thought it was a mistake. It came from another place, but the sound was getting louder and louder. It was getting more and more wrong. Let's take a closer look. It's from the coffin! Xiaoju, Xiaoju is knocking on the coffin! " "Go and have a look!" As soon as I heard it, I hurried up. The people in the spirit shed had already run away, leaving the ground in a mess. Dong Dong, Dong Dong! The sound of knocking on the coffin is louder than that of knocking on the coffin. It looks like a war drum. It's very gloomy and terrifying in the night sky. "Xiaoju, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother..." Mother he slumped on the ground and cried in amazement. He's father is beside her and stares at the coffin in horror. Dong Dong, Dong Dong The sound is louder and louder, shaking the big wooden coffin.
