Reading this private message from Qingfeng Taoist, I felt a little confused.
How did he know that Li Hu was dead?
What does it mean not to be buried?
Although the town has advocated cremation many years ago, our village has still practiced the rules and customs of burial for so many years. Grandpa buried Li Hu during the day...
I shivered and felt inexplicably uneasy!
I hurriedly sent my contact information to the Qingfeng Taoist, wanting to talk to him about this matter in detail.
However, he quickly sent me a private message and asked me to send him the address of our village. He had some things to deal with now and had no time to talk to me anymore.
In desperation, I could only send the address of the village, but Taoist Qingfeng stopped replying. I don’t know what he was busy with at this time, let alone whether he was fooling me.
At dawn, someone knocked on the door of my house and called my grandfather's name in a hurry.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw grandpa quickly walking out of the main room and walking towards the courtyard door.
Huh?
Today's grandpa seems to be radiant, and his whole figure seems to be several years younger all of a sudden!
Standing outside the courtyard gate seemed to be the old village chief, who was talking anxiously to his grandfather. At first, grandpa shook his head like a rattle, but then he reluctantly nodded without knowing what the old village chief said.
After a while, grandpa returned to the main room from the courtyard gate, went back to his room to tidy up, and took out the suona and other funeral items.
"After I leave, you go to my room and take away the shroud in the coffin, climb over the backyard wall, and hide away from anyone in the village you meet. Don't let them find you!"
Grandpa said in a deep voice: "Wait for me at the dilapidated ancestral hall a few miles east of the village. If I haven't come to find you when it gets dark, you should go to Hangzhou first. You should go to school, so don't go back to the village.
Already..."
Grandpa's words made my heart tremble. It felt like he was giving his last words, which made my hands and feet tremble a little.
"Grandpa, what's going on?" I asked tremblingly.
Grandpa looked at me deeply, his eyes complicated, he hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh.
"Stop asking so many questions, just remember what I say!"
"Especially that shroud, you must keep it close to your body and don't show it to anyone. Remember this!"
"I hope... everything goes well!"
After saying that, without waiting for me to ask any more questions, grandpa strode away. When he walked out of the courtyard, he locked the courtyard door directly outside, as if he wanted to tell others that he had locked me at home.
What grandpa just said made me stunned.
My current suspicion has not been cleared. Li Hu died inexplicably and Li Mazi's body has not been found. If I run away at this time, even if I did not do these things, the people in the village will pin the blame on me.
!
However, grandpa’s words just now revealed something. If I didn’t leave, there might be even bigger trouble!
I was a little panicked and hurriedly walked into grandpa's room.
There was still a faint smell of blood in Grandpa's room, and there seemed to be a large pool of blood next to the coffin, which had not been cleaned thoroughly.
In the old coffin, the somewhat yellow and black shroud was neatly folded, and a faint fishy smell emanated from it.
I frowned and carefully took out the shroud from the coffin, ran back to my room, quickly packed up my clothes and other things, picked up my backpack, and quickly went around to the back wall of the main room and climbed out.
Since grandpa asked me to do this, he naturally had his reasons, so I simply didn’t think too much about it and just followed his instructions.
After I climbed over the back wall and became a monk, I hid while walking like a thief. I was lucky enough not to be discovered by the villagers. After leaving the village, I headed east and came to the dilapidated ancestral hall a few miles away.
The road not far from the ancestral hall is the only way from our village to the town. It is only about five miles away from the town. I sat down in the corner of the ancestral hall, feeling very confused.
I forced myself to calm down and process what happened in the past few days.
First, Li Mazi got married, and then died suddenly, and then Li Hu came to me to prepare for a live broadcast. I happened to encounter Li Mazi’s stupid wife and Li Mazi’s uncle, who were having an affair in the Fenshan River ditch at night...
Li Hu died inexplicably, and Li Mazi's body disappeared. When grandpa buried Li Hu, I didn't know what happened. He came home in an embarrassing state with blood on his clothes. Then I heard gnawing in grandpa's room last night.
The movement of things...
Grandpa is hiding something from me, that’s for sure!
I took out the dirty shroud from my arms. The smell was so unpleasant. If the shroud hadn't saved my life last night, I would have thought it was an ordinary shroud!
Looking at this stained shroud, I was a little stunned, because I found that there were a lot of things written and drawn densely on the lining of the shroud. The writing was very small and the patterns were very complicated. It would be easy to see if you didn't look closely.
Ignore it.
"The person who is buried is the one who hides and takes advantage of the vitality..."
"What is born is the gathering of Qi. What condenses becomes bones, and is left alone after death. Therefore, those who are buried react to the Qi and accept the bones, which is the way generated by the shade. The Qi senses and responds, and the blessings of ghosts and people..."
If other people see this thing, they will definitely be confused, but I am very familiar with it.
Because this thing is the funeral method that my grandfather taught me when I was young. It is not only the scriptures above, but also some of the handprint patterns.
However, I have never used it before, and my grandfather did not force it. He only asked me to memorize the contents by rote.
At the same time, I also discovered that what my grandfather taught me on this shroud was only a small part of it, and most of the content on the shroud had not been mentioned to me by my grandfather.
On the top of this shroud, I also saw a passage.
"The Burial Sutra is composed of three volumes. One volume is for burying people. Entering the netherworld without regrets and accumulating good deeds. The other volume is for burying ghosts. The yin and yang are separated and the underworld is sealed forever. The whereabouts of the third volume are unknown. If future generations can make up for it,
Qi Sanjuan can compete with the Yinsi..."
After reading this passage, I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart.
With three volumes of the Burial Scripture completed, can it compete with the underworld?
This fucking bragging goes so far!
However, having said that, since grandpa attaches great importance to this shroud, it means that the burial sutras written on this shroud must be extraordinary. In addition, I saw this shroud show off with my own eyes last night. Even if I don’t believe this obvious boast, I can’t help but believe it.
Burial Sutra is a very profound and mysterious secret method.
After being with my grandfather for so many years, I have learned a lot through my ears and eyes, and I have gained some foundation. After being exposed to the two volumes of this burial scripture, I learned faster. Although some of them do not understand the meaning, rote memorization is what I am best at!
