I looked at Mr. Chen Wu with a puzzled face, feeling as if he was trying to buy the lives of the villagers.
"Yes, it's money to buy your life."
Chen Wuye nodded, and then said with a meaningful smile: "We have a lot of money, but we only have one life, don't you think so?"
Of course I didn't understand this.
"Fifth Master, what do you mean?"
However, Liu Sanxi frowned and asked Master Chen Wu.
"It's better not to waste your time."
The Feng Shui master suddenly said in a deep voice: "Since Mr. Chen promised to give money, you will be indispensable. Let's light the sky lanterns first. This deceased person has a breath in his chest. If it is delayed for a long time, I am afraid it will turn into resentment.
It's not as simple as one or two people dying."
"Is there such a thing? Don't scare us."
Liu Sanxi said disapprovingly.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you, but it's best to hurry up with this sky lantern so as not to miss the burial time. As for the money I promised you, I won't miss a penny."
Chen Wuye put his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly.
"How can that be done? Let's wait until the money is given. Otherwise, what will happen if you don't pay for the sky lanterns? Where can we reason?"
Someone immediately started to refute.
Faced with the temptation of huge benefits, people are actually willing to take risks, especially this kind of ill-gotten gains.
So even if they believed Mr. Chen Wu's words, they still had to see the money before lighting the sky lanterns.
In this way, the group of people spent more than half an hour, and the driver finally came over carrying a suitcase.
After opening it, the suitcase was full of hundred-dollar bills.
At this moment, the eyes of the people in the village suddenly lit up.
And I was wondering why the driver was able to get such a large amount of cash in such a short period of time?
Unless the money has been prepared long ago and placed on the car at the entrance of the village, even if you go to the town to pick it up, it will never be so fast.
Judging from this situation, Chen Wuye may have already reached this stage, so he has prepared the money in advance.
Now that the villagers have seen money, there is no problem lighting sky lanterns.
So the Feng Shui master directly placed the prepared sky lanterns on top of the coffin.
It was a large Kongming lantern, made of yellow paper, with runes painted on it, and long charms hung on all sides.
When the candles inside were lit at one o'clock, the sky lanterns began to rise slowly, and the charms hanging down from all sides also fluttered in the wind.
The meaning of this is actually nothing more than letting the souls of the deceased ride on the sky lantern and eventually ascend to heaven instead of falling into hell.
That's why there is a saying that only people with extremely high moral standards are qualified to light sky lanterns.
Because most people will fall into hell after death.
It's a pity that in this era, it's no longer about who has high moral character, but about money.
After lighting the sky lanterns, the villagers began to lift up the coffin for burial, but I don’t know why? My dad’s coffin couldn’t be lifted up.
Several young and strong young men worked hard to carry it there for a long time, but they were unable to lift the coffin at all.
At this moment, one of the wooden sticks carrying the coffin suddenly "clicked" and broke in the middle.
The two young men carrying the wooden sticks were trying their best, but as soon as the wooden sticks broke, their strength was lost.
The man in the front was okay, he just sat down on the ground, but the young man in the back was miserable. He lay on the coffin like a dog with his front teeth broken, and his mouth full of blood dripped directly on the brand new coffin.
When the Feng Shui master saw this posture, his expression changed on the spot, and he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the young man's collar, and lifted him up from the coffin.
Seeing red at the funeral is not a good sign.
And I found that the blood on the coffin actually began to slowly spread.
Or to be precise, it should be from the tail of the coffin, along the surface of the coffin, towards the head of the coffin.
It felt like the blood came alive.
Naturally, all the surrounding villagers saw it at this time, and many of them were so frightened that they began to move back involuntarily.
The Feng Shui master quickly bit his middle finger, scratched the blood with his fingertip in front of the spreading blood, and immediately cut off the flowing blood.
Now everyone present turned pale.
If the blood flowing around was just an illusion, then Mr. Feng Shui cut it off with the blood from his fingertips, and something unexplainable must have happened.
"Mr. Yang, what...what's going on?"
Liu Sanxi quickly asked the Feng Shui master with a pale face.
"It's been too long. Let's bury him as soon as possible."
The Feng Shui gentleman frowned and looked extremely solemn.
The people in the village had to find another strong wooden stick, and then several people carried my father's coffin and put it into the grave.
This time there were no other surprises.
The coffin was buried quickly, and finally a high earth bag was piled up.
It was getting dark by now, so I burned some incense, candles, and paper money in front of the grave, and then left Longwei Mountain with the funeral procession.
On the way back, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but I always felt as if something was following me.
But when I looked back, there was nothing there.
The feeling made my hair stand on end, and I even had chills running down my back.
"Don't look back when you walk at night."
The Feng Shui master suddenly slapped me on the back of the head, his expression slightly serious.
This made me even more furious, so I quickly took a few steps forward and ran into the middle of the crowd.
When we returned to the village, it was completely dark.
The women in the village also prepared a banquet at my house.
This is a local custom. After a funeral, people in the village are invited to have a meal as a treat for those who helped with the funeral.
Seeing those people eating and drinking in my house as if they were celebrating, I thought it was outrageous. Are they celebrating death?
The atmosphere became increasingly weird, which made me uneasy and at the same time gave me the idea of escape.
Perhaps leaving here is the wisest choice.
So when Mr. Chen Wu proposed to take me away, I immediately agreed.
As the car drove further and further away, the nightmare-like village was gradually left behind.
But that uneasy feeling still hangs over my heart.
By the time we arrived at the provincial capital, it was already midnight.
The city is brightly lit, with neon lights reflecting various colors, high-rise buildings, and endless vehicles.
Everything here is novel to me.
It even made me feel like I was in a dream.
The car passed through the bustling city and finally arrived in front of a large villa at the foot of the mountain in the north of the city.
I have only seen this kind of high-end and luxurious villa on TV before.
So when Mr. Chen Wu took me into the villa, I seemed very cautious, for fear of staining the clean carpet.
Especially when I saw the worn-out old cloth shoes on my feet, I felt like I didn't even have a place to put my feet.
The inferiority complex of the poor was vividly demonstrated to me at this moment.
What made me feel even more uncomfortable was that it was already midnight, and there were many people sitting neatly in the living room.