Make-up artist is a relatively rare profession among the yin and yang trades.
Each of these three words has its own meaning.
The one I clicked on was the tomb of Yu Yin Youqing of Jishan’s family;
The makeup is that human nature is still waiting for reincarnation;
The craftsman is a spirit that will not be accepted by the underworld but will not be retained by the world.
In particular, the word "craftsman" is not simple. It includes the ability to cure ghosts and persuade corpses, and to compose talismans. It is a peak that few people can reach.
More rules:
If the corpse is incomplete, there will be no combing; if the corpse is dead with eyes open, it will not be decorated; if both corpses are not dressed, there will be no makeup; if the evil spirit is exposed, there will be no craftsmanship.
I heard these things from my grandfather in the old days, and they rarely spoke behind my back.
Grandpa said that he was too focused on the key word, and Uncle Wu was too focused on the makeup word. Both of them could only shake their heads and smile bitterly at the word "craftsman", saying that neither of them could stand up to these three words.
people.
I don't know how powerful this word "craftsman" is, but after all, it's not something I can touch.
These were forcefully instilled in them and unknowingly became ingrained in their minds.
Uncle Wu walked in and picked up the fallen memorial tablet, wiped the dust with his sleeve and put it back in its previous position.
He took out three sticks of incense, lit them by candlelight, and prepared to put them in the incense bowl.
Unexpectedly, an even more horrifying scene appeared. The incense sticks that were three red-hot heads just now were extinguished silently!
Uncle Wu chuckled and said to the memorial tablet, "Brother, it seems that you are still as weird as you were before you were alive. Whoever you eat first won't be the one to eat!"
He turned around and looked at me, who was still in a daze, and shouted, "Sanman, come here and give your grandpa a stick of incense. This old man has never received a stick of incense since he came here."
While talking, three sticks of incense were handed over to me, and I took them carefully.
Following Uncle Wu's instructions, he lit it with a candle and inserted it next to the three extinguished incense sticks.
The incense head burned down quickly, as if someone was blowing it, and it burned more than five times faster than ordinary incense.
The three of us stood in silence, watching the three sticks of incense burn out and turn into ashes scattered on the table.
Wu Shucai lit three more sticks and gave three more to Zhang Wei, "You can also put some incense sticks on your Lord Chuanhai."
Strangely enough, when I inserted it again this time, the six incense sticks burned well, just like normal ones. It was extremely peaceful.
Uncle Wu sat on the only stool in the room and motioned for us to find a place to sit down. He had something to say.
There was nothing in the room, so Zhang Wei and I simply sat down on the straw mat and stared at Uncle Wu.
"Your grandfather left it for you before. He said that I would hand it over to you after you enter the village. It has lived up to his promise. Please open it and take a look."
Uncle Wu handed over a small oilcloth bag, which was square and tightly wrapped.
Opening the outer cover, you will find an old book with yellowed pages and frayed edges.
It is still an old style with vertical handwriting, and the yellowing threads at the seams show its age at first glance.
I glanced at the title of the book below, The Makeup Maker.
There was a letter in the book. One look at the two big Chinese characters "San Man" and "San Man" showed that it was written by grandpa himself.
When I opened the letter that my grandpa gave me, the first thing I saw was the big characters "Sanman Yatou!"
My nose was sore and tears were streaming down my face.
Although I am a girl, I can only cry so much on my hands. I didn't expect that today would be like opening the floodgates, and I would cry endlessly.
I will probably never forget this feeling for the rest of my life.
I had to wipe it dry with my sleeve before I could continue to look down.
When I read the letter, grandpa had already passed away. It was grandpa's last wish to be buried early, and it was even more because I was reluctant to leave him without waiting for you to see him.
My child, I have to say something at this time. You are not the god of plague they say you are, let alone the order to conquer your father and your mother.
All this is because grandpa leaked too many secrets back then, which hurt you. In the final analysis, grandpa is sorry for you, and even more sorry for your parents.
Whether he is born, old, sick or dead, Grandpa can hardly disobey the destiny. I am gone, but some debts still need to be borne by you, the descendant who inherits my mantle.
The book left behind is the art of make-up passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors of the Ye family. Ye Xu's unfilial son is simply not worthy of this important task. The mantle of the Ye family can only be taken up by a girl like you.
Don't blame grandpa for putting the burden on you. Listen carefully to the following words and keep them in mind.
God will not kill the young son. The great wish made by grandpa can only protect you until you are eighteen years old. After your birthday, you have to bear it by yourself. How many days you can live depends on your chances and your destiny.
Entering the yin and yang line, eating the food of the dead, accumulating good deeds and making great achievements, only when the yin virtues are abundant can this be the Mahayana, remember this!
Don’t read it!
It was a very short letter that seemed to say everything, but also seemed to say nothing.
My heart is numb. After my birthday, how many days do I have left to live?
There are only a few days left until the fifth day of May.
Seeing me putting away the letter, Uncle Wu said, "Girl Sanman, don't blame Uncle Wu for not reminding you that this old house can be repaired but not opened or resold. You have to live here forever, remember?"
This house has the shadow of my grandfather, it is the place where my parents lived, and it is also the only place where I can stay.
More than 80,000 yuan of debt is weighing on me. Where can I go if I am not here?
Uncle Wu nodded dullly to show that he understood, and then Uncle Wu stood up and prepared to leave.
Since I was wearing a mourning hat and couldn't see guests off, Zhang Wei took my place to see his uncle off.
As soon as Uncle Wu walked out of the door, he suddenly turned around and told me, "Tonight there are stars in the sky, the stars are unknown, and the moon is missing. You must not go out late at night."
After saying that, before I could ask what he meant, he turned around and left.
Zhang Wei went out, pushed the motorcycle into the yard, and closed the door. I shouted out of nowhere, "Sanbengzi, don't close the door. Maybe grandpa will come back."
With one sentence, Zhang Wei, who was still there just now, was so frightened that he opened the door and ran back to the bright door in a few seconds, with a nervous complaint on his face, "Sanman, I am loyal enough to stay with you, but you can't
You can’t scare me!”
The friendship we had grown up with since childhood was immediately apparent. I gratefully reached out and patted his back twice as a token of my gratitude.
The uncle and his wife had made a mess in the house, and I was not in the mood to clean it up.
I put some incense on my grandpa again, and looking at the empty tabletop, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.
He took out the few apples and oranges in his luggage and placed them in front of the table, and said softly, "Grandpa, my granddaughter is not filial, so these are the only things she should be filial to you."
The remaining chicken feet and stuff were given to Zhang Wei who was hungry with me.
I casually opened the book that my grandfather gave me. The first half of it was all about Feng Shui, Yin Zhai and Yang Zhai, etc.
The second half of the book is even more incomprehensible, full of obscure spell drawings and uses.
While I was shaking, I noticed a familiar term, Phoenix Holding Pearl Point.
I suddenly recalled that when I was a child, my grandfather once said that his ghost house had already been selected, and it was a good acupuncture point at the foot of Fengyang Slope outside the village.
The name is Phoenix Holding Pearl.
Driven by curiosity, I continued to read.
The following annotations made my throat clog, my breathing became heavier and heavier, and my eyes began to become sore again.
Regarding Feng Shui and numerology, my grandfather never talked much about it. I am not good at it. It can be said that I know nothing about it.
In his early years, he was always basking in the sun in the yard and often murmuring something. That passage is still familiar to me.
When the phoenix sun breaks below the fengyang slope, the daughter of the family will become a phoenix, and she will fly in the nine heavens without any shelter, and her daughter will become the number one scholar!