We were talking about what happened next to their fish shop._!~; Maybe after learning this, I have always had the habit of releasing fish, so it was a bit unbearable to see them killing fish for customers there. I could only stand with my back to

Go to the fish shop.

When my cousin asked about it, the old man's face suddenly sank. I felt that something was really going on.

The cousin handed the old man a cigarette and asked him to talk slowly. The old man said that he wanted to invite us home for dinner. But we refused. If we can make time, we can go to his house in the afternoon to give a reply about this matter.

It's not easy to delay for too long.

After all, every time the old lady looked into the house, she would see half of the men lying on the ground trying to crawl. How scary this was.

The old man smoked a cigarette and squatted next to the shop. After a while, he slowly talked about what happened back then. The problem really came from the firewood. He said that when the old man was young, his family was building a house. The beam man hired Mr.

I went to see it. After the house was built, the family wanted to build a small room next to the house to store sundries and other things. It also gave the chickens and ducks a place to take shelter when it rained.

Of course, I didn’t ask the husband to look at the beams in the small utility room. Just a few brothers helped and got ready to start.

But when I was going up the small beam in the utility room, the beam fell down. Although it was just a beam in the utility room, it was still a very heavy piece of wood. When it fell down, it happened to hit the

The second brother, the old man who was commanding below, had his lower body crushed on the spot. At that time, the man was not dead yet, so the brothers directly lifted Liang up. The man died. Later I learned that in this case, directly

Lifting the rafters hastened that person's death.

Later, people were invited to perform rituals and be buried, so the utility room was not built. It took several years before the utility room was built in a different place.

My cousin kept frowning, and I also knew that the roof beams were yang and righteous things. If the roof beams hit someone to death, it would be the same as a weight to hit someone to death. That would cause a lot of trouble.

But haven't you already done the rituals? Why is that half of the second brother still in this world?

When we left, I bought two carps from their fish shop and planned to release them by the river on the way there. I couldn't bear to see what I saw in front of me.

In the car, my cousin said: "I have heard from my grandfather before that someone was killed by a roof beam. It is actually very simple to break this kind of thing, but it is also very cruel."

"How to break it?"

"Burn the beam directly. It's like burning that person's soul. He was hit by the beam, and his soul will enter the beam the moment he was hit._!~; There are many like this

The situation. Only by burning that thing can it be completely cracked."

I nodded and thought of General Mo Xie, whose souls also entered the sword.

Once you know the reason, this matter will be much easier to handle.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, we went to the small village. This time it was well-equipped. In addition, the man asked several people for the moving old man's phone number yesterday, and they would definitely ask what was going on. So we will come today.

Many people had already heard about the matter of helping the old lady refuse to enter the house. At one time, dozens of people gathered at their house, waiting to watch the fun.

I always feel uncomfortable when there are many people. There are many things I can do, but when there are many people, I prefer to stand aside.

My cousin learned from Uncle Li that he was very thick-skinned, and he wished that the more people there were, the better. He put on more and more fancy airs to make a grand spectacle, so that others would think that he was really powerful. Then he started to give him

Advertised.

When we got out of the car, the man came over to greet us. The old rule was to eat first. He said that he had been waiting for a long time. Because the old lady said that there was something in the house, the dining table was placed in the yard. It was right there.

Next to my wife’s colorful tent.

Even if the family is in trouble, you can still see some meat while eating. At the dinner table, my cousin told me about the incident where someone was killed by a beam.

The old men who were watching and waiting to see the excitement agreed. They said they still remembered this incident. It was so deadly at the time.

The wronged daughter-in-law didn't seem to believe this, or she had already formed a prejudice against the old lady because of this incident. She felt that the old lady was deliberately causing trouble for her, and it was not a ghost. She didn't

He said angrily: "Why was it that the old woman saw it? We couldn't even see it."

My cousin hesitated for a moment and couldn't answer for a while. I also replied angrily: "You and your husband chopped the firewood together. Since it was you who chopped it, you have the energy to hurt it."

.Then how could he appear in front of you? The old lady was turned upside down and her body is shady, so she can naturally see more."

Women still have to deal with it.

After a simple meal, I was still thinking, shouldn't I just burn all the firewood? Isn't this easy? Just pile them together and light them. What other tricks can my cousin come up with?

I didn't expect that my cousin would perform a spiritual salvation ceremony, so I prayed to the pile of wood. Is it useful? Just dance.

He asked the couple to move all the firewood to the open space outside the yard and stack it neatly. They were all chopped into pieces and mixed in with the firewood. My initial suggestion was to select the house inside.

The beam parts are put out and stacked.

The cousin immediately denied it. He said that if that piece was missed, then the work would be in vain. Several people stacked the firewood together in a circular shape. That kind of stacking is ventilated, and it is easy to light a fire. The firewood is stacked

After he recovered, he began to transcend.

Brother, can you stop being so fake? Forget it, he said that if I expose his deception, he can no longer continue to deceive people. Let’s get to the point.

After a gorgeous ceremony that seemed to be about salvation, it was time to burn the firewood. He used the kerosene in his soul-inducing lamp to pour the bottom of the yard of firewood. He knew from the beginning that these were going to be burned.

Therefore, it is best to stack them in the best way to light them.

I stood aside and listened to the aggrieved wife feeling sorry for her. When she was chopping firewood, her hands were bruised and blistered. But now there was nothing left.

The kerosene was poured on it. My cousin decorated a small piece of stone with a gorgeous red thread and threw it into the firewood tower through the gap between the firewood piles.

This move was made by practicing darts, but it also made the onlookers look surprised and appreciative.

Then, he waved the fire talisman in the air, and the talisman ignited, and there was another gasping sound. As soon as the fire talisman rubbed the red line, the flames ignited all the way. Although I didn't see him making preparations.

, but it’s not hard to imagine. There was either phosphorus powder or kerosene on the red line. The flames spread out. However, the part in my cousin’s hand did not light up.

When the flames touched the kerosene on the firewood, it ignited immediately. Several such firewood towers ignited because of the kerosene, gradually burning into the essence of the wood.

For a moment, the fire shot into the sky. You must know that in such a hot weather, so many firewood towers were still placed and burned like this. The heat accumulated, making people take a few steps back. But the heat wave still forced people to

It's so uncomfortable. I'm almost hiding in their house, but I'm still sweating.

Standing next to me was the aggrieved wife. Her face suddenly turned pale, she poked my arm with her arm, and whispered: "Did you hear something?"

Hear? There are too many sounds around here. The sounds of people talking, the sound of firewood exploding, and the sound of firewood towers falling from time to time. I looked at her doubtfully, and she looked really bad, pointing behind us.

The person in the house said: "There is a sound in the house."

The house? It’s empty! It’s not appropriate for their house to have mice or not.

The wife looked at me and said, "Really, there was a sound inside. I thought it was a man shouting. He was shouting in a low voice. Is everything going to be okay?"

When I told her this, I always felt cold behind me. I couldn't help but look back at the room, but there was nothing there. Fortunately, I couldn't see anything, let alone the half of her body crawling on the ground.

people.

"You really heard it," I said, "He must have been burned."

"Yeah. Is there really a ghost in this?" the daughter-in-law asked.

If someone asks me a question like this, I just laugh. What else should I do? We don’t promote feudal superstition.

The pile of firewood gradually burned away, leaving only a pile of ashes. The wife next to me took a long breath and whispered: "Really, she was burned."

"Is there no sound in the room?" I asked in a low voice.

The woman nodded and smiled.

My cousin told me to take all the ashes to the grave of the "second brother" and use them as dirt on his grave.

Among the onlookers, there happened to be the nephew of the "second brother", and everyone coaxed him to go. When the young man was pushed out, he was embarrassed and said that he didn't know where the grave of the "second brother" was.

.

It turns out that the "second brother" was married and died before he had any children. As usual, a nephew or something would be expected to visit the grave. But this family couldn't form a big family, so the "second brother"'s grave was always empty.

Go and sweep.

Even so, the old man in the village was there, and after the old man said a few words, the nephew gathered up all the ashes and packed them in bags. He said he would go and take care of the matter in a few days.

We have never asked for anything. He took the ashes away. Are we still afraid that he will use them to spread the vegetable fields? Does he dare?

I originally thought that the matter would end successfully. But then my cousin was severely embarrassed.

The man went to invite the old lady into the house, which was the ultimate goal of such a big thing. But the old lady shouted something in dialect.

Then the man came over and said to his cousin: "Sir, please go and tell my mother in person."

"What can I say?" Lingzi said angrily. Maybe the old lady's words just now were unpleasant and made him unhappy.
Chapter completed!