Some people always say that Taoist priests who do rituals (scientific rituals) for dead people in the countryside are very profitable, and their salary is higher than that of white-collar workers in the city. In fact, it is not, this industry needs to be sustained.

Generally, a three-day ritual ritual charge is 6,888. The entire team will be divided together. Of course, there are five and seven days. If there is one more day, you will be 2,000 yuan.

There are five people in a team, one class master (teacher) takes two apprentices, and the eldest apprentice can take one apprentice. These four people are responsible for the mourning hall salvation and farewell, and one is dedicated to the funeral matters. Our place is called Master Killing.

The master of the Killing Master does not participate in the ritual of salvation. He is mainly responsible for looking at the tomb and acupoints, looking at the zodiac signs, counting auspicious times, and presiding down the coffin and participating in singing night songs.

The 6888 yuan is not evenly divided. The killing master is divided into 2888. The remaining four thousand is, the teacher takes 1,600, and the two apprentices each get 1,000, and the remaining four hundred will be taken to the youngest apprentice.

Some people may doubt it, but this is the fact, because I am the one who takes four hundred.

My name is Qin Yihun. This year is exactly twenty years old. This scary name was chosen by my grandfather. My grandfather is the master of the killing master in our team. He said that I can only be called Qin Yihun and I can only engage in this industry, otherwise I will have a short life.

Although I became a master, I only became a master but did not pass on my skills. The master himself did not teach me, and I couldn't teach me. I learned all my skills from my grandfather.

Our vocation is also divided into off-season and peak season. February to October are off-seasons, and we can only do two or three rituals per month. Winter is the peak season, because many elderly people find it difficult to survive the winter, and basically can play eight to ten per month.

Young people today rarely choose to do this because they are unlucky to deal with dead people all year round, and they do not make money, and they need to be brave, because from the day they start, they have to stay alone in the mourning hall and stay with their bodies until dawn.

When I first entered the industry, I was really afraid, but now a year has passed, and this kind of thing has become the norm, so I got used to it. Although I can't sleep, I have been in peace with reading novels, playing with chickens, and beating kings.

The door of the mourning hall cannot be closed, and the coffin cannot be covered, which is said to be afraid that the souls of the deceased will not find their way back.

The reason for guarding the corpse is that there are many cats and dogs in the countryside, so they should prevent them from calling souls and crawling into coffins.

There is a saying in the business: Dogs yell in the mourning hall, and their bodies are frightened. The cats slide on the coffin and the bodies crawl out.

In short, three words: can cheat the zombie.

When I first entered the industry, I also asked my grandfather whether there are ghosts in this world and whether they will cheat zombies. My grandfather told me that there is a bullshit ghost and a zombie that can cheat zombies, but when we eat food in the underworld, we must follow the rules passed down by the ancestors.

This time, the boss is the richest man in the village, the family of Du. The mourning hall is set up in the main hall, surrounded by wreaths and paper people, which is very good at making a move.

The richest man has a daughter named Du Yi in his family, who is my high school classmate and goes to college in another place. However, my relationship with Du Yi is average, and she is always arrogant because my family is poor and looks down on me. Our family is very close, but the relationship is very distant.

The person who died was Du Yi's mother, who was still very young, only forty-three years old. Because Du Yi's father was raising a wife outside and domestically abused her, the villagers talked about it everywhere. They didn't think so that they committed suicide by drinking pesticides.

I have seen many separations of life and death, and I have also become a kind of indifferent to life and death. I have seen various causes of death over the past year, but this is the first one who committed suicide.

Grandpa said that those who commit suicide have the greatest resentment, and this resentment can easily attract cats and dogs, so I told me to cheer up when I was watching the night, and don’t play games and read novels. After midnight, I will be honest at the door.

It is the time to sing night songs. When singing for two hours at night, you will sing and ring the gong while singing.

Night songs are not songs, but curses are performed in the form of singing. They have to shout at the top of their throats, which is also used to save the dead souls.

Singing night songs is usually divided into four classes, each person sings for half an hour. After grandpa finished singing, master sang, master sang, master sang, and uncle sang, it was my turn after sang. It was not interrupted when singing night songs, because once interrupted, I had to sing again.

They sing one by one, and I have to watch the night after I finished singing.

Because I couldn't buy the air ticket at the moment, Du Yi arrived home in the middle of the night. As soon as I entered the door, I knelt in front of the coffin and cried loudly. When she came back, I finished singing it in five minutes. I ignored her. While looking at the heartbroken Du Yi, I continued to sing my night song.

Maybe it was because I sang too badly, or it interrupted her sadness. With the last few sentences left, Du Yi suddenly rushed over, stretched out the gong stick in my hand, threw it directly on the ground, and said loudly: "Don't shout it, okay? I'm so annoying."

Du Yi's father Du Zeming hurried over, pulled Du Yi away and said, "Yiyi, Xiao Qin is saving your mother's souls and cannot be interrupted."

"You can force your mother to death, can't I interrupt it? This is feudal superstition. If it is true, you ask him to call out his mother's soul, just a charlatan, do you really believe it?" Du Yi looked at her father resentful, with sadness and anger on his face.

Du Zeming also lowered his head. In front of the truth, he had nothing to say.

I looked at the sad Du Yi and didn't have the nerve to blame her, just said, "That... Du Yi, I'm so sad and follow the changes."

"Mom~~" Du Yi shouted and came to the coffin again. She glanced at the body in the coffin, and then quickly knelt down, not knowing whether she was afraid or unable to bear to look at it.

Du Yi cried for nearly half an hour before stopping her voice. Her father carried her upstairs in a drowsy manner, perhaps because she was too tired.

After she went up, I sighed, and the night song for half an hour had to be sang again.

It was almost two o'clock after singing. I sang for an hour and my voice was almost hoarse.

Putting down the small gong and gong stick in my hand, I stood up and stretched, lifted the chair, and prepared to sit at the door.

When I passed by the coffin, I glanced at the body in the coffin, sighed deeply, thinking to myself that it was really not worth it to take my life for a scumbag like Du Yi's father.

"Don't blame Yi Yi."

A female voice suddenly rang out, my body shook violently, and I looked around and said, "Who? Who is the fuck talking?"

The mourning hall was quiet, and the wreaths and paper people were not moving at all. Everything was still still. Only the flame of the eternal light under the coffin was still bounced.

"As you hallucinating?" I knocked on my head. It was all this and the ghosts were sleeping. How could anyone still talk?

I put the chair next to the door, then sat down with my back to the coffin, habitually took out my phone to read the novel, but when I remembered my grandfather's words, I still put away my phone.

"She is also for my own good."

The sound came again, and I suddenly stood up. Why did this sound sound like the dead mother Du Yi?

"Auntie, don't scare me. Even if I sang it badly just now, there is no need for you to do this." As I said, I walked towards the coffin, and there were more than thirty people who sent it away. This was the first time such a strange thing happened.

I feel very nervous, but there is another feeling, that is, stimulation.

When I walked to the coffin, I looked down at the body. The body had not changed much, but my face had begun to turn blue. This is a normal phenomenon because the body did not receive an antiseptic injection.

I stared at the body's face for a while, and felt a little confused. The second sentence just now didn't look like auditory hallucinations, and someone was talking.

"Auntie, I'll be on your side, don't scare me, okay?" I said to the body.

The body did not react at all. Although I was nervous, I was still quite brave. I was so perverted that I was looking forward to the body suddenly opening my eyes.

But nothing happened. I sat in the chair again, then turned to look at the coffin, and could only tell myself that I must have had auditory hallucinations.

After staying for almost an hour, nothing happened again. My sleepiness came and I kept yawning. With my experience many times, if I don’t play games or read novels at this time, I can’t hold on for too long.

I took out my phone again, and as soon as I opened it, a WeChat message appeared on the top of the screen.

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