After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous - Chapter 91

Lan He is sincere. He has seen Granny Long a few times since childhood, and he is a neat and interesting elder. The Miao family pays attention to the soul to go with their ancestors after death, but the dead souls who just died don’t know the way, and they don’t know how to go to the grave.

——Usually the process is to converge after death, and then guide the way, enter the funeral, commemorate, go on tour, Xie Xiao, leave the funeral, and bury, but if they want to do it sloppyly, they will reduce some processes.

Lan He heard from her grandmother that there were fewer masters now, and she had to reduce the process. She was a little lonely. She wondered that besides origami, she could also give Longmao the way and give her a ride.

But of course it is not easy to say this in front of Uncle Long, and without mentioning his perennial performance, shouldn’t he say that he is cursing?

He looked at his grandmother.

The grandmother sighed. The family members did not look at her face for the sake of everyone. She could not be too stubborn. If it happens, if something goes wrong, it’s up to me to say that she’s old enough to live long enough, then her family is in trouble, and outsiders are pointing, what should they do?

I can’t be an old lady, but she thought in her heart that origami still needs to be folded. She knows her grandson’s craftsmanship. Sending something to old friends, this can come quietly.

The grandmother said: “Forget it, the kids don’t understand this. We are here to burn paper and I will talk to her at night as a dojo.”

“You’re so old, I’m afraid I won’t be able to run the dojo at night,” Uncle Long nodded, and the dojo will be set up for two or three hours. “You can talk for a while. If there is nothing at home, I won’t do it here.” Convenient, go to my sister’s house to get it.”

The grandmother’s old residence here was unoccupied all year round, so he only cared about the place of residence.

“It’s okay, just clean it later.” Grandma said.

“Well, don’t come over the two little dolls, afraid they will say the wrong thing,” Uncle Long said again.

I promised to my grandmother that I could only speak Miao when I was in the dojo, and even Miao has some taboos and can’t say the wrong thing, so people outside are generally not allowed to participate, like Ma Qinghui. Gu disciple of non-local disciples even refused to participate.

Having said that, Uncle Long took them to burn paper outside the house.

Lan He glanced at the hall, and during the stop of the spirit, the coffin should be left with a slit for relatives and friends to look at. But because she was afraid that Mother-in-law would “see” everyone, this time the coffin was not cracked.

It was dark in the hall, and it was not clear whether the dead were among them or elsewhere.

Lan He smelled it, there was a certain distance from it, and he could not smell anything…

“Liquor and fire paper. Take it out.” Grandma had prepared the memorial supplies early. The fire paper was a whole knife. She sat and burned.

Uncle Long saw that they were burning paper, and went to greet other relatives and friends.

Lan He grabbed a stick and helped the grandmother to pull the paper dust.

The grandmother said: “Don’t turn it over and over, it’s so messed up that she doesn’t like it, you have to curse people.”

“…” Lan He glanced around. “Speaking nonsense, I didn’t see Mother-in-law.”

The grandmother said, “She told me before that she hates the rest of the world when she burns paper.”

Lan He quickly stopped, fearing that Mother-in-law would come over and point at him and scold.

Grandma glanced at Song Futan. In her grandmother’s heart, Song Futan could neither understand her nor see the ghost, so she assuredly asked, “Did you see Afeng?”

“Maybe I haven’t looked back, not outside.” Lan He said. After a person dies, he has to follow the way to read the scriptures, only to know that he is already dead, and the new death may be more ignorant.

The grandmother reads: “You make a bit of a horse, a boy, and burn it to her. It’s better to burn another radio. She is most afraid of loneliness. Why is it that this hour is down, the person who loves the most is busy, hey… I want to let at night They have been playing Lu Sheng, and Afeng Road will not be alone.”

Although the funeral was done urgently, all the relatives and friends who could come over came. Can’t even go in, just burn paper outside.

I don’t know which junior of Mother-in-law, a little girl, followed her family to burn paper, and accidentally saw Lan He, her eyes widened: “Lan…Lan…”

Look at Song Futan again: “Hang…Hang…I…I…”

His family thought what happened to the child and took a picture of her face, saying panicly: “What’s wrong?”

The little girl was breathless. As a local, she knew that Lan He was from this city, but she didn’t know that Lan He was related to this village, and she appeared here and brought Song Fu Tan! ! !

Lan He knew at a glance, my fan.

He was about to say hello, and the little girl was so excited that she couldn’t speak.

Lan He and Song Futan: “………”

…Okay, it’s still CP powder of Fulanming pigeon.

parents:”??”

How is the daughter calling back?

Lan He’s knife of fire paper they brought slowly burned out, grandmother patted Lan He, he nodded at the little girl, and then lifted grandmother with Song Futan, walked aside to drink tea.

The little girl was named Long Xuemei, and she had to explain to her parents that she was not a pigeon gu, but only saw a favorite star.

His parents remembered the name mentioned by his daughter, “It seems to be a sloppy one. What you said is black and white all-you-can-eat, I thought you had a triad|society.”

Long Xuemei: “What triad|society is tribute|social fandom!”

“All right, you burn paper.”

Long Xuemei also knelt, and burned some paper while reading Aunt Granny. After burning a few uncles, she asked her to hurry up and said that young people should not kneel for too long.

After getting up, Long Xuemei walked to Lan He, because the occasion was not suitable, she also tried not to exaggerate her expression: “Then, that, you too, this Zhaizi?”

“My grandmother is right, come back this New Year this time.” Lan He also smiled at her, seeing that her eyes have been sweeping on herself and Song Futan, she knows that she especially wants to ask why Song Futan is also, It is estimated that the brain can’t make up.

Well, it’s the same as Liu Shisan…

Long Xuemei said: “I haven’t heard that you are going to take Teacher Xuanguang home, there is no news from you. Hey, God, I didn’t expect our hometown to be a village.”

What does it mean to take Teacher Xuanguang home, do I understand? Lan He couldn’t say it straight, only smiled. It is estimated that even if the little sister was so excited, she wouldn’t think they were knocking out.

Song Futan also explained: “Well, I want to see the Miaozhai style.”

Long Xuemei: “Oh, so good, so good…”

As for why everyone does not know that Lan He is back.

He has always been one of the most difficult people to shoot in the circle. One is that he usually does not go out at all, and he goes out of his soul when he wants to go out. Second, since he caught Liu XIII, Lan He knew that his name had been reported. department.

According to Song Futan, there is a classification above, and evaluation will be carried out. Although they do not intervene, for some special identities, they will intervene to not let their news leak. Lan He has good relations with Juehui Temple and Dongyue Temple, so he also gets this treatment. Therefore, no one can get his flight.

The grandmother still has a little memory of the little girl. It seems to be grandchildren of the brothers and sisters of the mother-in-law, and said that when she was in her infanthood, Lan He met her.

Long Xuemei whimpered: “Goo, then my brother and I are small.”

“What the **** does it mean?” Grandma asked, a little confused.

Long Xuemei: “… just hiccups.”

As soon as she discovered that she understood what she was saying, her grandmother was welcome, and she asked her to be in the village during this time. It was four or five months before she returned to Zhaizi last time. At that time, the mother-in-law was already sick. Later, she heard that her condition was repeated, and she said that she was better.

Long Xuemei honestly said: “I don’t live in the village now, but because I often come back to get herbal medicine, I also visit my aunt. The straw sandals I asked my surname to rub are also made by me. My aunt has been comatose for two months. It’s been a long time, and I’ve been sleeping. I came here only a few times and only looked at her old man. My dad said that it would be a happy event for my aunt to be free.”

“It used to be so spicy.” Grandma sighed. “But leave the pain and forget about it. Ten kinds of diseases, nine kinds are well treated, the remaining one is not well treated, she also understands… Ah Feng.”

The grandmother turned and murmured again at the dorm room.

At the age of grandmother, there are fewer and fewer living peers and friends, and the feeling of attachment is beyond words. It’s a pity that the spirit of Mother-in-law seems not yet sober, and can’t hear the words of her old friend.

The three juniors didn’t say anything, and Long Xuemei also suppressed her excitement, listening to her saying something in Miao language.

…

At this time, Lan He saw that Ma Qinghui also came with three disciples, still holding wine.

Uncle Long immediately stopped him: “Why are you here again, I have said that you are not welcome here, let alone sing the Yin Ci.”

Others who came to mourn were hiding and pointing, and Ma Qinghui walked around the village. They all knew that this was the son of the old grass ghost, and now he has become a Gu teacher.

The Gu women in the Zhaizi are passed down from generation to generation, both true and false. Because of the **** to women in the past, it is the default for a male Gu teacher like Ma Qinghui. That must have learned the ability to go out and wander.

Moreover, Ma Qinghui said that he still wanted to participate in the dojo, read the Yin Ci, and was more convinced that he learned a lot of skills outside, not only Gu, but also probably know how to make ghosts. In the face of him, everyone is more afraid.

However, Uncle Long’s family passed the Miao medicine and did not give a good complexion at all. He just drove Ma Qinghui away.

Ma Qinghui said with a sullen face: “I respect the mother-in-law, but not you.” At that time, in the village, except for the two mother-in-laws, Quanzhai had no good face for him. When his mother was still there, the companions did not dare to drink the water from his house. They avoided him and walked past the door of his house and even chanted Gu Gu.

Uncle Long insisted: “No outsiders can come to participate. You are no longer a person in our village, and you also brought two foreign boys and a grass ghost.”

This is Uncle Long’s home court. Although his young man is a little scared, he is also on his side.

Ma Qinghui seemed to be inspired by Uncle Long’s words. He is still the only one who dares to mention the past like this.

Ma Qinghui’s eyes were fierce, and everyone else was afraid.

Uncle Long still said: “Don’t come to hurt people again. At first, your father was killed by your mother. Even if she didn’t raise grass ghosts, she is also a husband.

The grandmother immediately stopped him: “Okay, why do you say that?”

“Aunt, this kid just wants to be at ease, never thought about how we are. In case my mother was really disturbed… Just take him away, and go to someone’s house to knock on the door to invite a partner?” Uncle Long said .

Miaozhai has always been rumored that people who died knocked on the doors of other people in the village at night and let them go with them. I want to know that this walk, but died together.

Therefore, the Taoist priests mentioned this taboo. Uncle Long and other juniors kept it. Others in the village also obeyed it. Even the grandmother did not insist on seeing the mother-in-law.

The grandmother persuaded Ma Qinghui: “Xiaohui, you can burn paper for your mother-in-law here.”

Ma Qinghui didn’t show fierceness to her grandmother, but to others, she showed a vicious expression: “I’m overcast, and I can see who can stop me at night.”

After all, he pointed to Uncle Long and left.

Everyone was in an uproar, “Seeing that he didn’t point at all, it must be gutting!”

“He let go of one finger…”

“I don’t know if Mr. Long has the skill of his mother.”

“Did he let go of it?” Lan He asked her grandmother.

The grandmother said slowly: “Isn’t there…” But Xiaohui’s glance at Uncle Long was indeed very disgusting.

After Ma Qinghui left, Long Xuemei came over again, “Frightened me, goo…”

Lan He: “?”

Are you still talking?

But Lan He quickly reacted, she said “Gu”.

Long Xuemei: “Brother Lan He, teacher Xuanguang, do you all know Miao Gu, that person is Gu Gu, I heard that he is still a ghost, many people dare not offend him. Hey, if they quarreled, I really want to ask if Gu can help me learn…”

She knew Ma Qinghui before she knew Lan He.

Lan He said, “That’s the parasite.”

Long Xuemei: “Uh…”

Long Xuemei was a little speechless. He had such a correct attitude, but when he thought about his brother’s design, he was not superstitious, and what was put on the pig head was widely circulated. Just because I found out that his grandmother is a Miao doctor today, but think about it, it is not surprising that Lan He grew up in the city.

Let’s take a look at the hanging light teacher of Miaozhai style.

Song Futan: “Voltaire has a saying, superstition is the result of a fool encountering a scammer. It is normal to seek psychological comfort, but don’t go too far into the devil, it is easy to be cheated of money.”

Long Xuemei: “…”

Long Xuemei was jointly educated by the knocking CP, and mourned that he would go back to work hard, at most turning Koi.

…

After going back, Lan He asked Ying Shao on WeChat. They seemed to live in the old house of Ma Qinghui’s house at night. The house was destroyed before, but in fact only the broken walls were left, so basically it was sleepless .

Ying Shao was rather dumbfounded.

Lan He packed up the grandma’s house here and let them come to live.

Ying Shao said that Ma Qinghui refused, and he and his two younger brothers did not dare to abandon the master and go to sleep in the room, so they had to accompany Ma Qinghui. And Ma Qinghui seemed to have to go to the dojo at night.

Lan He reminded Ying Shao: [You look at your Master, don’t make trouble. 】

Ying Shao: [Well, in fact, Master just wanted to send Grandmother Long, not really hurt Grandmother Long’s children. 】

Lan He was relieved.

There are both old priests and priests in their village. Of course, the priests are all folk priests, and they have not been properly registered. And religions like theirs are actually mixed with Miao, Buddhism and Taoism. So some people still read Buddhist scriptures before burning paper, and they are Taoists or old masters who do the dojos, and they don’t care.

In the middle of the night, Lan He stuck paper horses and paper cows at home, and Song Futan accompanied the mother-in-law to read the scriptures, and burned the paper to the mother-in-law, hoping to increase her merits.

Dojo is all deeper into the middle of the night, and at midnight, Long Xuemei volunteered to come over to inform them and took a bright flashlight. The village is not like the city, there are street lights everywhere, and it is dark at night.

Lan He looked at her thin and small, and said: “I’ll send it over, then I’ll wait next to it.”

The three escorted the grandmother to the Long’s house to participate in the dojo.

On the way, they heard a burst of singing.

But instead of the faint singing and dancing sounds from the Long family, but in the other direction, the singing sounds from the edge of the Zhaizi, without accompaniment, some hoarse male voices, sing intriguing words in Miao language.

The voice echoed in the mountains. Although Song Futan couldn’t understand it, he felt the coldness and miss in it.

“…It’s Xiaohui.” Grandma heard it too.

“He didn’t go to the Dragon’s house.” Lan He said, although he made a ruthless speech, in the end Ma Qinghui did not disturb the mother-in-law’s funeral, but just burned paper and sang at the door of his house.

The song made Lan He feel sour. He looked at Song Futan and read the lyrics: “The hills are lush, the river is clear, the moon is bright, and the sun is bright. That is a good place for the soul to return…”

Gradually, he could no longer hear Ma Qinghui’s singing, only heard that the Longs were playing drums.

Long Xuemei was in charge of flashlights. Her big flashlight suddenly flashed twice and shook a few times. Under this flicker, she saw a figure in front of the house in front.

The heart thumped, and Long Xuemei thought about where this was, and tentatively shouted, “Uncle Jun?”

There is no sound.

“Mistakenly, it may be Chaihe.” Long Xuemei felt inexplicably cold in the back.

But as soon as she was about to move, the door was knocked.

Boom, boom, boom… boom.

Long Xuemei seemed to be fascinated, counting the sounds. The knock on the door seemed to fall into her heart every time, and her heartbeat gradually synchronized. At the fourth sound, the flashlight suddenly went dark, and she was suddenly shocked. Her heart seemed to be tightened. During the cold autumn, the cold wind practiced, but it was sweating.

Three people, four ghosts, all said that knocking on the door at night, the ghost knocked four times. Moreover, the man didn’t answer their voice, and the flashlight went out. All the light seemed to be lost, only the sound of Lu Sheng in the distance. In this situation, the louder the voice, the more she was afraid.

Long Xuemei flicked the flashlight hard and heard footsteps turning from the doorway to their side. She cried and hid from Lanhe to them.

Lan He just wanted to protect her little fans, and she saw Long Xuemei hiding behind her grandmother, “…”

Well, compared to atheistic idols, she thinks the idol’s grandmother is more reliable.

Long Xuemei’s voice was split: “Mother-in-law! It’s Mother-in-law who invited her to woo!”

She was still banging on the flashlight, but she didn’t turn it on, and she took a photo of her mobile phone. Her hands were too trembling and she couldn’t turn on the flashlight function.

Grandma whispered: “Mo is about to call her name! Lan He?”

It stands to reason that this is not the time to invite a companion, but at this time, you don’t have to think so much. Her old arms and legs still have to be asked by her grandson. Although he would not let him get involved in these things, his grandson learned some self-protection methods with his grandfather.

Long Xuemei then realized why he wanted to call each other, this is not a self-report, he was fainted and fainted.

Lan He asked her, “You take grandma and stand behind.”

Song Futan also took out the spare rune paper with him and stuffed it with Long Xuemei: “Get it.”

“What?” Long Xuemei pinched the paper and took photos of them with his mobile phone, and he saw that Song Futan took out a bead, and Lan He also had a small paper person in his hand, which was pasted by the old Miao Secretary in front of the door. The disaster is almost the same.

She sobbed: “No, it’s not that superstition is, a fool meets a liar.” During the day she was also taught not to be superstitious, relying on herself…

“Hi, that’s what Voltaire said… And it’s not superstition, it’s traditional culture.” Lan He didn’t have time to tell her so much, throwing away the paper man in his hand.

Long Xuemei’s tears and dizzy eyes saw the paper man’s hands and feet still moving, and a thought flashed in a trance. My brother is not only black and white, but is it Yin and Yang?