The surface of the river was pitch black.
The two candles in the chicken bone lantern flickered faintly.
After the expert Taoist priest on the raft lit the yin fire of Xiao Hanbao, he picked up a child puppet on the table of the altar.
The child puppet is poorly made.
There are no facial features.
The master Taoist priest took the child puppet to the bow of the ship and squatted down next to the chicken bone lantern. His fingertips touched a few drops of candle oil like a dragonfly touching water.
At this time, the candle oil had just melted and was still very hot to the touch. The master Taoist priest used the candle oil with his fingertips to draw spells on the child's puppet.
That is an edict.
The handwriting is messy and scrawled, but the posture is sharp and sharp, revealing the majesty and solemnity of Taoism.
After drawing the imperial talisman, the Taoist priest walked steadily and walked steadily on the rough river as if walking on flat ground to the altar table.
He picked up a bowl of stuffed rice on the altar table, folded the two bowls up and down, and then reversed it, so that the stuffed rice turned into a rice with yin and yang upside down.
Then light three incense sticks and insert them into the upside-down rice of the dead.
Offer it to the child puppet on the altar.
Incense curls up from the dead man's meal.
But it didn't blow away in the wind.
Instead, they turned into smoke snakes, and all of them were sucked up by the child puppets.
At the moment when the three sticks of incense were burned out.
The master Taoist priest looked up at the moonlight.
No more, no less, just at midnight, the time has come.
Raise the body!
practice!
Prepare to cut off the Yinyi River!
The master Taoist priest picked up the child puppet on the altar. At this time, the candle oil command talisman painted on the child puppet had cooled and dried. The color was bright red, bright red, brighter than cinnabar, and it was particularly dazzling.
When the master Taoist priest walked to the stone coffin again with the puppet with the command talisman drawn on it, he saw in the moonlight that in the stone coffin filled with glutinous rice, the small Hanba with closed eyes and the corpse-suppressing talisman on his forehead actually happened.
There was a change, and the abdomen was swollen and distended, as if he had just eaten a meal from the dead.
The master Taoist priest muttered words and recited a soul-calling spell.
"Edict!"
A low drink.
A magical scene happened. When the master Taoist priest lifted the left arm of the child puppet, the motionless little Hanba with eyes closed and suppressed by the corpse-suppressing charm in the coffin also automatically raised his left arm.
When the child doll is sitting cross-legged and with its five hearts in the sky.
In the coffin, the motionless little Hanba with his eyes closed and his forehead affixed to the corpse-suppressing amulet, also sat cross-legged, with his five hearts in the sky.
The night is dark.
Suddenly.
"Wow!"
An earth-shattering baby cry, sharp, harsh, unpleasant, and sinister.
Inspiring and enlightening.
Echoes formed on the mountain walls on both sides of the river, and the cry rose again by a few syllables.
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
"Wow!"
The first baby cry was earth-shattering.
The second cry of a baby filled the sky with fury.
The third baby cries and the situation changes, and the full moon above the head turns into a hairy moon, which is a natural phenomenon.
…
Zhang Cai III lived by the Yinyi River for generations.
His family's ancestors were all fishermen who made a living by fishing in the river. The skills of their ancestors were passed down to his generation, and he is also a fisherman.
Although my life is not rich.
It's quite fulfilling.
In the small fishing village where Zhang Caisan lives, every household has been fishing for generations. The fish caught in the net are not kept for his own consumption, but are sold to fishmongers in the city.
It can be said that Zhang Caisan grew up watching the Yinyi River.
He also grew up listening to the sound of rolling river water.
Zhang Caisan fell asleep in a daze at night and was woken up by a splash of urine. In the darkness, he opened his eyes and walked out of the house in the dark, thinking of soaking water in the yard so he could come back and continue sleeping.
Even when he went out to drain the water, he didn't forget to mutter that the weather was so damn hot.
But after Zhang Cai went to the ground three times, he couldn't find his shoes. The room was completely dark, no matter how dark it was.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Why do you keep hearing you moving around and wake me up?"
Zhang Caisan's daughter-in-law was dissatisfied and complained.
"Child, please help me look for it, I can't find my shoes..."
"It's really strange. It's so dark outside today. Not even a bit of moonlight shines through the window. I can't find my shoes..."
Zhang Caisan said helplessly, he was still looking for shoes with his head down.
When the light of lamp oil came on and the room was barely illuminated, Zhang Caisan finally found the other right shoe that he had accidentally kicked away.
Then go to the yard to put water.
"Let me tell you, why is it so dark today? It turns out that the moon is covered by dark clouds, and today is a hairy moon."
Zhang Caisan walked into the yard. It was completely dark outside. In the small fishing village late at night, everything was quiet, and every household was asleep.
"Not only Mao Yueliang, but also the outside is so quiet today. I can't even hear the usually loudest frog calls..."
Zhang Caisan picked up the chamber pot in the corner of the courtyard and filled it with water. He turned around and looked around. The courtyard was dark, and the outside of the courtyard was also deep and silent. You couldn't even see your fingers.
The only light in the yard was the dim light of the lamp burning in the sleeping room.
Late at night.
There was silence all around.
It's too quiet.
call--
A gust of night wind blew on the back of Zhang Caisan's neck. Zhang Caisan suddenly shuddered and peed on his hands, legs, and shoes.
"My child, my mother, you, have you heard the sound of the Yinyi River... the river?"
Zhang Caisan was so anxious that he shouted into the back room.
Not long after, this small fishing village near the river was interrupted by a panicked cry of terror in the middle of the night.
"It's not good!"
"The river has stopped flowing!"
"The river has stopped flowing!"
The small fishing village that was originally silent late at night suddenly lit up many lights, and the chickens and dogs were jumping around. Soon there was the sound of chaotic footsteps. The men, women, old and young in the village held torches and all ran towards the river bank at the entrance of the village in a hurry.
The sound of the river disappeared.
The river bed has dried up, leaving only a shallow layer of river water in the center.
To be continued...