In the elevator, Uncle Li kept staring at the sophora wood sign around his cousin's neck. He wanted to ask several times but didn't dare to ask. [, the cousin slowly said: "I really don't know how to practice brat. My dad doesn't do it either."

No. This little ghost is an infant spirit that died in the belly of a pregnant woman. It cannot be reincarnated, so I can only raise it like this."

"What's the difference between raising a kid and making a kid?" asked my cousin, who had been deliberately ignored by his cousin for a long time.

The cousin snorted coldly but ignored him. Uncle Li answered helpfully: "You can't have any selfish motives in raising a kid. You just want to be good to him and let him stay by your side and have a place to go. Some evil methods are used to train the kid.

Control the little ghost, increase its aggressiveness, and ask him to help. During the process, the little ghost will be in pain, but cannot escape. It will hate its owner, and one day it will even harm the owner.

"

After going downstairs, my cousin went to the stall selling boiled eggs. In our city, there are still many stalls selling boiled eggs and spicy hotpot at twelve o'clock. My cousin ordered two.

The boss looked at the four people outside. They only wanted two eggs, but they had to put them separately in disposable bowls, and he muttered.

I just thought, if I told him that there was a kid next to his stall who kept looking at his boiled eggs, I wonder if he would still mutter.

After buying the eggs, my cousin reached out to Uncle Li and asked him to give him some incense. Maybe his sect was different. Uncle Li always carried incense and paper money with him, but his cousin rarely brought these.

The cousin lit the incense, placed one of the hard-boiled eggs in the corner, inserted the incense stick in the upper left corner of the bowl, and whispered: "Child, eat the eggs. If you are alone, you can go to reincarnation as soon as possible."

Ah. If you can't find the way, you can tell him." He pointed to my cousin, "Ask him to tell me and I will show you the way."

My cousin's face turned green as he listened.

I approached my cousin funny and said, "I told you not to offend Lingzi. Look, retribution is coming."

When the hard-boiled egg seller on the side heard what we said, he hurriedly pushed his trolley and immediately changed places.

When I was about to go home, I drove back by myself. My cousin followed him. I was most happy with this. If that kid wanted to ask his cousin to help lead the way to my house, he would not be able to hit my baby. Just let him

I'll go find them both.

Uncle Li also told me that if anything happens, I can call him. He lives near the city. If something happens, he can get there faster than my second uncle.

After confirming that Uncle Li was not the secret person, I had a lot more trust in him. I always felt that at this time, it was none of my business and he could have just ignored it. But he was willing to help us.

Although my second uncle knows more, his health has not improved during this period. As Uncle Li said, we are lucky to have survived so many things after experiencing so many things. We need

An elder who guides us. And Uncle Li is the best candidate.

Chapter 18 Morgue

Life calmed down for a while, and my cousin went back to his hometown twice, both times on the same day. The second uncle's health gradually improved. But if the cousin came home to see his second uncle, it would be better to say

He was going home to play. After all, the river fish in his hometown was not available in the city. The wild lotus root in his hometown was not available in the city. The bird porridge in his hometown was... available in the city for twenty-five yuan for a small bowl.

I'd better go back to my hometown on the weekend to get some and cook them myself.

My little one has also started to learn to walk, and he fell down every once in a while and got bruises and swollen face.

Some gossips in the community also came out. Some said that my cousin was not doing his job properly, and some went even further and said that my cousin was the pretty boy I kept. Some people I knew well also told me several times, why do I keep him?

My cousin, what kind of thing is this?

Of course I didn't say that my cousin was protecting me. Otherwise, if I wasn't careful one day, a kid would come and my soul would be gone. It's better not to say this kind of thing in passing, it would cause panic. Maybe I would still

He will be detained for spreading rumors.

However, my cousin is not completely idle. In addition to playing Jian San, he has also begun to study hard. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will not protect his little business and fill it in myself. One of the items he studies is to follow the table.

My brother signed up for a practical combat class. He still has the same view, people in the dark are human beings! If we meet again next time, beat him to a disability, and everything will be fine, and the world will be peaceful.

In the afternoon, he played Jian San and continued his cliff jumping career. (I don’t play Jian San, I don’t know. I just heard him say that every time he goes to a place, he has to jump off the cliff and start over.)

In the evening, he took his compass and danced "tango" for a while in the living room. In fact, he himself didn't know what it was and what it was for. In the middle of the night, he started drawing symbols on his grandfather's album. But in the end he still drew symbols.

Take out pieces of scrap paper.

But Uncle Li is not bad either. He introduced two businesses to my cousin, both of which were for funerals in hospitals. Nowadays, funeral parlors in cities provide all-inclusive services. The funeral parlors also have one-stop services provided by Taoist priests in cooperative projects. These days

, the apprentice of the Taoist priest who collaborated on the project got sick, so his cousin went to help him.

After going there twice, my cousin was able to draw the fire talisman.

That night, my baby just came back from the amusement park, and he excitedly pulled our family of four (plus aunt) to sit on the sofa. Watching him take out a piece of talisman paper and shake it, "Wow" really lit up. And

The flames ignited first from the red words. The visual effect is more powerful than that of a computer.

I said in surprise: "Isn't it true that Uncle Li and Uncle Er are really knowledgeable in our area? Why are the Taoist priests at the funeral parlor so powerful and taught you this?"

The cousin sneered and said, "I really didn't see it."

My brother came forward to look at his talisman papers, studied them for a while and said, "It's phosphorus. These talismans are drawn with phosphorus."

Yes, it seems that the Taoist priest at the funeral home was just like my cousin when he read English to the ancestors. They were both deceiving.

After the magic show, my cousin asked me if I had any millet. He would go to help with the funeral tomorrow and would bring some millet to the Yin Qi. The grain he brought from his hometown had been used up a few times before.

.

I asked: "Is the rice okay? It's in the rice vat."

My cousin changed the question: "Are there any soybeans? Soybeans are fine too."

"The soybeans for making soy milk are on the third door of the cabinet."

My cousin immediately went to the kitchen, and I followed him to watch him take the soybeans, and asked, "Are soybeans okay too?"

"Soybeans are also very yang. They can not only remove yin energy, but also ward off evil spirits. Even in rural areas, millet is easier to get than soybeans."

"Why do soybeans come from Zhiyang?" I asked this purely boring question, and my cousin also gave me a boring answer: "When soybeans are used to make soy milk, why is the earliest soymilk machine called Jiuyang? Because Jiuyang means Zhiyang.

Ah. Even more powerful than your pure yang."

"Then why is it called Jiuyang and not Bayang?"

The cousin was stunned for a moment and said: "Because the day when the soymilk machine was officially named was born on a sunny day. In addition to the eight-character pure yang, plus the yang in the sky, it is the nine suns."

Uh... I know that my cousin is definitely a liar!

There is also a morgue in the funeral parlor. The custom here is that after a person dies, he is taken to the funeral parlor. After the ceremony is arranged, the person is covered with a white cloth and placed on the bed in the memorial hall for relatives to mourn. It is usually cremated on the third day after death. If it is the same day

If there are too many people or there is a conflict, it may be a day late.

My cousin went to the funeral parlor and came back before noon that day. I asked him why he didn’t have to go and recite sutras. He said, “That family burned the person that night.” Such things also happen in our place, with some special ways of death.

The person will be sent away on the same day.

But the cousin added at the end: "They didn't even wait for the makeup artist to put on makeup, they just stuffed the money into it and burned it overnight."

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, could it be that you were afraid that your loved ones would be sad? How did you die?"

"They said he died of a fever. He was a five-year-old boy."

"Little boy?!" I was shocked. You know, if a child like ours dies in infancy, it is usually not cremated. Rich families or family members will only bury them if they strongly request. Some even hand it over directly to the funeral parlor without relatives asking.

. It’s not that I don’t love children, but it’s a cultural legacy of China’s millennium. In rural areas, such children die young, or even just put them in baskets and bury them directly on the barren mountains.

But if a little boy was told that his family would leave him alone at the funeral parlor, why would he stuff money and burn it overnight if there was still a possibility?

The cousin thought for a while and said that he wanted to go out. There was definitely something fishy about this. The fever was so urgent. If the child's soul was still in the body, wouldn't the child be very pitiful? Even if he died, he could still feel

When he was burned by fire, he was still not alive even after death, and he had to suffer again.

Because the child was involved, my maternal love as a mother expanded again, and I decided to go and have a look with my cousin. After the baby fell asleep, I asked my aunt to help keep an eye on it, and my cousin and I went out.

My cousin drove my car directly to the home of the Taoist priest who cooperated with the funeral parlor. The Taoist priest lived in a brick house behind the funeral parlor.

As soon as I entered his house, I saw a dark coffin. Our coffins here are famous, and the workmanship is really extraordinary. But the strange thing is that this coffin has one end that is particularly warped and very big.

The cousin didn't pay attention to this and looked directly at the Taoist priest's name. "Lao Song, Lao Song."

As an art student, I must study this kind of handmade coffin. So I squatted down and looked at the coffin. What's amazing, the head of the coffin was also engraved with patterns, and the gold painting was halfway through.

Suddenly a roar frightened me, and the man shouted: "Don't touch the coffin."

I was shocked, raised my head and looked at the old man with a dark face in a Taoist uniform. Why do people in this profession have such dark faces? My cousin is still fair and tender now, so he won't be so dark when he gets old.

I laughed and said, "This coffin has just been made, and it's useless."
Chapter completed!