The old man cannot be moved, and the locust tree cannot be cut down, so we can only work on that sacred position.【,ka~/

It's just that there is very little precedent for putting effort into the throne of God. It's not a last resort, and we won't be disrespectful to the throne of God.

When we returned to the house, the scolding wife was still scolding. She said that the old man should have died a long time ago. It was better to raise a dog than to eat the rice they had produced for so many years. She said that the old man was devoted to other sons, but

Every day she thought about eating, drinking, and sleeping at their house, even if she died, she would die at their house. Now that she was well, she could not survive or die, so let her just endure it. If she endured it for a few more days, it would still be fun for her.

It was the first time I discovered that a sixty-year-old person could still utter such vicious words. I thought I had become more relaxed as I got older, but why did I even use national curses?

Among the grandchildren at home, there were some who tried to persuade and scolded at first, but eventually no one spoke. After the son who scolded me, a man in his thirties shouted: "Mom! You said that about grandma,

The children are watching and listening. Have you ever thought about how they will treat you like this when you are old?"

I thought to myself: That’s right. There is retribution in this world. People like this make people angry just looking at them. Even if the old man did something wrong when he was alive, he just left right before he saw it, and he still has to say these things.

What are you doing?

The man continued: "Besides, grandma is fine. Aren't you angry with me and that's why you want to leave?"

"Oh, I'm still angry. She's ninety-four and should have died long ago!"

Come on, I even scolded my own son. I really don’t know who will come to see her when she dies.

My cousin walked out of the yard and called his second uncle for consultation. I was scared when I saw him standing alone in the dark yard with his cell phone.

I didn't pay attention just now. When I didn't talk about it, I didn't feel it. Now when I talk about the two locust trees in the yard, I get chills.

After a while, there was still noisy here. My cousin came over and took me out. He illuminated the two locust trees with the screen of his mobile phone and said, "My dad said, try to get some blood on you and splash the locust trees."

Go up and see if it works."

"Why is it my blood again?" I said, thinking about the feeling of my finger being scratched, my body was in pain unconsciously.

"If you can't move the god's throne, you can only treat the symptoms. First, seal the breath of the tree. Just break the three combinations. Without your blood, where can you find a black dog to kill me in the middle of the night?

"

I knew that he had called me over to prepare something, so I obediently stretched out my hand and felt him take out the paper knife and cut open my middle finger with one swift move. He directly applied it on one of the tree trunks with my middle finger. I hesitated.

After a while, I painted a little more on another tree.

I put my fingers in my mouth, followed him into the house, passed through so many people, and came to the door of the room again.

The person guarding the old man was a woman in her thirties, probably a grandchild. She kept looking at the old man for five minutes, ten minutes. Those who should be quarreling outside were still quarreling, and those who were supposed to be sleeping inside were still sleeping.

"It's useless." I said.

The cousin scratched his head and looked at the shrine nailed on the wall of the living room facing the door in the same straight line as the old man. There was an unknown god worshiped there. There was a piece of red paper on the wall with something written on it.

The words are decorated with flying dragons and phoenixes. The words are harder to read than the prescriptions prescribed by doctors in the hospital. We don't expect to understand what she is offering.

But my intuition is that it is not the True God. If it is the True God, it should be a statue of Buddha. Like Guanyin, Buddha, etc. There is a wooden board nailed under the red paper, with an incense burner placed on the wooden board, and there are also

Full of fragrant stems.

The cousin asked Lao Song if he had ever seen a statue dedicated to that god. Lao Song also looked at the tablet and said, "I can't see what's written clearly."

I moved to the corner and asked a teenage girl who was silent in the corner, "Do you know what kind of god your grandma worships there? Has she said anything about it?"

The little girl said: "That was offered by my great-grandmother. She also burns three sticks of incense every day. But she never said what kind of god it was."

It turned out to be my great-grandmother. If no one in the family knows what kind of god she is worshiping, then it must not be a true god.

The cousin said: "I'll try to block it with a broom." Brooms are dirty things, and generally dirty things will have a certain impact on these gods and Buddhas. Just like if your family worships a Bodhisattva, you put a block in front of the Bodhisattva.

A rotten rag will definitely not work.

I grabbed my cousin and said, "Don't act recklessly. None of us have ever encountered this. What if we offend some god? It's not like we both are dead."

The cousin hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's try it first. Maybe the old man still won't die?"

Thinking about it, if I am always wasting so much, I might as well give it a try, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope. After all, the old man has given up, so it is not a problem to hold on like this.

My second uncle taught me how to destroy Sanhe. We can't fight against two big locust trees, so let's block the divine power.

Those people were still noisy and boring, and no one paid attention to us at all. My cousin took their broom from the back of the door, walked to the altar, and whispered: "Great Immortal, that old man is so ridiculous

It won't work. Please, let the old man go on his way. Please forgive me if I offended you." He said, holding a broom and standing in front of the god's throne.

Because the broom was relatively short, he was holding it up and blocking it, so he couldn't let go.

I moved to the door to look at the situation inside, but there was still no change. After a minute, I shook my head at my cousin. My cousin was about to put down the sweeper with sore hands when he heard the woman in the room shout:

"Grandma seems to be out of breath."

For a moment, several people rushed away from me and ran directly into the room. My cousin also put down the broom and rubbed his arms. I thought if he put down the broom like this, what would it mean if the old man gasped again? A fake corpse? A resurrected soul.

?Resurrection?

Of course, it's not that magical in reality. After the old man left, it was just like falling asleep. There was no pain. If there was pain, it was from two aspects. One was that it was too noisy outside, which prevented her from sleeping well. The second was that it was too noisy outside.

It's just that the floor is too cold, making her uncomfortable.

Now that the old man is gone, the driver and staff of the funeral home, together with Lao Song, keep persuading them to open the funeral home tonight and set up the funeral hall tomorrow.

Especially the scolding wife was eager to carry the old man into the hearse right away.

Seeing that the matter was settled, my cousin and I told Lao Song to go home first. They took the hearse, but we didn't, so we didn't have to wait for them.

When I left the house, I saw my cousin reciting sutras facing the door. I waited for him for a while, and after he finished reciting, I asked him what he was reciting. He said it was a rebirth mantra, which can save people. He learned it from Lao Song.

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Oops, I'm a little better now. I can recite the mantra for rebirth. Dear friends, do you still remember what my cousin recited to my brother and grandma? English! What a capable person.

Well, be serious! I am also learning the Rebirth Mantra.

We got in the car and drove back. When we returned to the gate of the community, it was already past 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. My cousin got out of the car, used the newspaper in the car to light a small fire at the gate of the community, and drove the car

We passed the fire. Then we parked the car and lit the fire again in front of our building. The two of us passed the fire again before going upstairs.

Many people in the community knew that my cousin was helping at the funeral parlor. Seeing us coming back so late and having passed the fire, the security guard was stunned and didn't dare to ask or say hello. He just hid in the duty room on the first floor.

He went inside. I wonder if the thief did the same thing, and the security guard also hid in it, so that the thief could go directly upstairs to do bad things.

When I got home, the baby was already asleep. After taking a bath again, I whispered to my brother what happened this time while lying on the bed. My brother didn’t understand the God’s throne that we couldn’t understand. It was still a God’s seat on a piece of red paper.

Curious, he said that he had seen such a divine statue at a colleague's house. It was just a piece of paper with a few words written in such a way that no one could understand it.

But when I was tired, I didn’t want to worry about anything, so I just fell asleep.

My cousin had to go to the funeral parlor the next day to help. There was a dojo and there was money to get it, so he went there very early.

When he came back in the evening, he also told us that today at the mourning hall, a teenage girl asked him about using a broom to block the altar yesterday. She said that she saw it clearly because he blocked it.

Only grandma can walk well.

My cousin said he thought she wouldn't understand. It seemed that the little girl was quite sensible.

Let me first talk about the Feng Shui here. When a person dies, the busiest time of the Taoist temple is the third day. On the first and second days, rich people will spend more money and let the Taoist priests guard the place all night. Those who have no money will use their own family members.

Just look at the incense.

The cousin can come back, but there is no need to keep a vigil at night. Moreover, the cousin is not an official Taoist priest in the establishment. He is just there to help, and there is no arrangement for a vigil at night.

On the third day, my cousin went to send the old man away. I thought that was the end of the matter, but big things were still to come.

Five days later, someone found our home.

At that time, my cousin was playing games, I was memorizing Jiugongge, my baby was watching SpongeBob SquarePants, and my brother was taking a bath. The whole family was busy. When there was a knock on the door, it was the aunt who had just washed the dishes and opened the door.

The person outside the door talked to the aunt for an unknown amount of time before I realized something was wrong. I walked to the door and saw that there must be a family of three standing outside. My daughter looked familiar in her teenage years.

When she saw me, the girl shouted: "That's her, she's the one who asked me that day."

Only then did I remember that the old man’s family had asked the girl about the god’s throne that day.

I quickly said, "What's the matter? Come in and sit down." But after saying that, I remembered not to let them in. According to our custom here, if someone dies in the family, according to the lunar calendar, you are not allowed to visit other people's homes within a month.

Don't step into other people's homes. If you do, you will bring bad luck to other people's homes.

The girl didn't know this and was about to step in. Her mother grabbed her and said, "We won't go in. Can you please come out and talk?"
Chapter completed!