Chapter 3 Opening the Coffin
Opening a library is a big taboo in our countryside. They were unwilling to do such things and had to avoid water life. My father and I struggled for a long time and finally got together eight strong men, but the next day, God was not good, and it started to rain heavily in the morning.
Damn, is this the auspicious day that the Shaman Master said?
In the morning, Qian Laoqi brought the other seven people to my house and inevitably treated them again.
"This day is like this. Are we still getting into trouble today?" Qian Laoqi said, chewing the chicken legs and pinching the wine cup.
"The master said, this is a good day!" Dad was drinking wine while smiling, for fear that these people would change their minds.
At twelve o'clock noon, the group carried hoes and shovels up the mountain, and I followed behind happily.
My uncle's grave had just been dug out, and it was covered with fresh black soil. The northeast was black soil. This soil has a fertile texture. When the weather was good, it felt sticky when it was held in your hand. When it was rained, it was two inches thick on the shoes and could not be shaken off.
Qian Laoqi complained about the weather while cursing and leading these people to clean up the clay. The shaman was still the outfit I saw in the yard yesterday, but there was a peach wood sword in his hand.
I saw him wave the sword with his right hand and his left hand was wiggling with a yellow talisman full of symbols. His legs were jumping there in exchange, lifting high!
After a while, the villagers gathered from all directions at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that when my father and I were looking for someone yesterday, the news leaked.
As for the news of walking, I have a deep understanding that although there are unique villages in rural areas, the speed of news spread is much faster than that of urban people living in a building, especially some negative news. If someone's young wife ran away with a wild man in the middle of the night the next morning, the whole village would know the news early.
This is what is called "good things don't go out", but bad things go through thousands of miles.
As the surrounding clay dissipated, the nanmu coffin lid gradually emerged, with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns engraved on it.
"Tsk tsk, it's really beautiful!" I couldn't help but start talking when I heard the old women behind me.
To be honest, I am also curious about what kind of people are buried in the coffin, whether it is a man or a woman, but I am sure that judging from the age of the coffin, there are either bones or mummies.
The villagers stared at the nanmu coffin with one eye, and the shaman's exaggerated performance, and kept talking.
The shaman's performance gradually reached the climax. His lips shivered excitedly, and the wooden sword in his hand also shaking faster and faster. Just as he was jumping the most happily, he suddenly took a sip of wine into his mouth, sprayed it on the peach wood sword, and then lit the peach wood sword, and picked up the yellow paper talisman full of things.
The yellow paper talisman burned under the flames of the peach wood sword and burned out in a few seconds. Only a big sound of "Open" was heard! Qian Laoqi and the others threw away the stance.
With a "squeak", the lid of the nanmu coffin was opened.
The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a piece of red cloth. What people care about the most is the things under the natural red cloth. No, it should be said to be human!
The Shaman Master slowly uncovered the red cloth, and everyone was shocked!
The person in the coffin was wearing a big red dress, satin-shaped gold pattern on it, wide cuffs, narrow waist, and wide trousers underneath. The trousers were exposed not white bones, but a pair of plump little feet. The ones on the feet were not wearing cloud shoes when the dead died, but the "Kun" shoes worn by women when they got married in ancient times, and a wooden basin was placed under the soles of the shoes.
The woman wore a phoenix crown, and her face under the phoenix crown was covered by Hipa.
Everyone could see that this woman died in a "wedding dress". Everyone was curious about what the face under the Xipa looked like.
"Oh! There's something going on!" Qian Laoqi shouted excitedly there, "Let me see what's under the red veil, and reach out to lift the red veil.
"Don't move!" The Shaman stopped him, "This veil is not something you should lift!"
Everyone's curiosity was instantly discounted by the mage, but he did not dare to refute it.
"Look at this woman, wearing a phoenix crown and a robe, a veil, and a squid on the head, and a wooden basin. If I was not wrong, there should be charcoal fire in this wooden basin!" The Shaman continued.
Qian Laoqi quickly turned over the wooden basin under the feet of the female corpse. Sure enough, there was still charcoal burning inside, but it seemed that it had been a while.
"Hey, there is really, wizard, how did you know?" Qian Laoqi showed an expression of surprise.
"The brazier is a custom of weddings in rural Northeast China. When this woman died, she put the brazier under her feet and wore this outfit. She had no other intentions, just wanted to get married!"
"What, the dead man still wants to get married?" A voice of discussion sounded in the crowd.
"The dead are also called ghost marriage!" The Shaman Master explained to everyone, "Some people did not find someone before they died, but wanted to find a person in person after they died. This is also normal!"
I sniffed my nose, what kind of human feelings, what kind of ghost feelings!
"Old man Liu, please let your kid go and see if there is anything under this woman?" The Shaman said to my father.
Why did I let me go? I felt very repulsive and pouted!
My father took me behind for a moment, "Let me go, you go!"
The Shaman probably saw my dissatisfaction and walked over and patted me on the shoulder, "Among the people present, you have the most yang energy, go!"
The monk said this, but I could not help but shirke it. None of the blind dates around me retreated, and everyone had a curious expression, so I was also drunk.
The shoes were covered with wet mud, and I staggered and walked to the front of the Nanmu coffin before I could see it more clearly.
The man lay there peacefully, as if he was asleep, and I couldn't help but observe carefully.
The Xipa on the woman's face was not an ordinary red silk. Although it was wet by the rain, it was as smooth as the best silk, showing a translucent halo, like lotus leaves on rainy days, holding water droplets, slowly connecting and sliding to the edge of the Xipa.
The Xipa gave me the feeling of the best material of the windbreaker fabric, which was not water-tight, and the woman's face under the Xipa was definitely not wet.
Although Xipa is not completely transparent, you can still see the red lips on a woman's face, which looks like bright red cherries. It is a face that I will never forget for the rest of my life. It is not like a dead person at all.
A blood-colored jade pendant hung around her neck.
"Oh! What are you doing? Hurry up and do what the mage said!" My father yelled at me.
I also knew that I had been wasting time, so I quickly touched the woman's body. As the Shaman said, I pulled out a yellow cloth talisman, which was still text that I couldn't understand.
"Is this the one?" I shouted at the Shaman with the yellow cloth talisman.
"Yeah!" The Shaman nodded, "Take it!"
"Master, what's on it?" I asked him, trying to make his tone feel less angry.
"Birthday and Eight Characters!"
"Is that woman's?" I pointed to the female corpse.
"Yeah!" The mage affirmed me.
"Why do you say I have the most yang energy?"
The mage glanced at me and smiled strangely. This smile was very different from his age and identity. In his eyes, I actually felt a hint of playfulness.
"Hehe, I'm young and have the least fire relief, so naturally the yang energy is the most prosperous!" He patted my shoulder for the second time, "But! Be careful in the future. Your kidney qi leaks recently, which is not a good thing!"
Wait, he said that my kidney qi was leaking. Could it be that I knew there was a towel in my shorts?
Otherwise, give your face and ask this mage what happened to me? I was considering whether to speak, but unexpected things happened.
"Gudong Gudong", the sound I heard that night sounded again.
I quickly approached the nanmu coffin, but this time the nanmu coffin was not the source of the sound.
The crowd heard the voices of discussion again, and the content of the discussions told me that I was not the only one who heard the "gudong" sound.
Since the sound did not come from the Nanmu coffin, where did it come from? Could it be that it was my uncle?
Everyone's eyes had already looked at the source of the sound, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the uncle's coffin.
Qian Laoqi's group retreated from near the Nanmu coffin and moved to his uncle's place.
"Master, this sound was obviously sent from the coffin of the eldest brother of the Liu family. Why not open it and take a look?" Qian Laoqi shouted at the Shaman Master.
I suddenly had a bad premonition. The sound came true, exactly the same as what I heard that night. If my uncle still wanted to "relieve it" and let the villagers see it, then how embarrassed our Liu family would be.
"No, absolutely not!" Without caring about a lot, I quickly rushed to the front of my uncle's coffin with my mud feet, jumped up, and threw myself on my uncle's coffin board.
"What are you doing again?" Dad was obviously shocked by my actions.
"No, it's really not impossible to open!" I looked at my father with a begging gaze. Seeing that I begged sincerely, my father no longer insisted. After all, the mage had not yet made way for the uncle's coffin, and these curious people had no reason to do it!
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, dripping down, not letting go of any corner of the ground, including the woman in the nanmu coffin. The rain wet her body, which made her body curve clearer, and her plump breasts stood there. I clearly felt someone in the crowd swallowing and spitting.
Chapter completed!