After arranging all kinds of things, a problem appeared, that Mr. Fan replaced two corners, one was the daffodil in the five flowers, Luo Widow, and the other was the papermaker in the eight doors.

According to my arrangement, the five flowers are facing the coffin, and the eight doors are facing away from the coffin, which is a bit difficult, and Mr. Fan can't be dissected, right?

I told Mr. Fan about the problem in my heart, and after he heard it, he laughed out loud and said, "This is very simple, the old man can lie on his stomach." ”

As soon as I heard this, I almost didn't laugh, so I asked him, "What's the matter?" ”

He smiled and said, "You'll know then." ”

What more can I say when I see him say that? didn't continue to ask, so he planted three incense sticks and a pair of candles in front of the tomb, and hung a big rooster in front of Shen Jun's coffin. (Note: This rooster has a red crest, and has not been watered.) ）

I'm busy with the things that Yin Qi needs to prepare, and Qing Xuanzi over there has set up a simple altar in the northwest of the tomb, with not many things on it, a incense cup, three glasses of wine, the deceased's birthday, and a red and black-edged pu fan, Qing Xuanzi is sitting in front of the altar, holding a very strange thing in his hand, which looks like an ordinary peach wood staff from a distance, and up close, the peach wood staff seems to be densely written with words.

Those words are very strange, with my academic qualifications, I can't understand what they are, and I know that those words are a bit like bean sprouts, crooked. If it weren't for the seal of the seventh soon, I really wanted to go over and ask, because my intuition told me that those words should not be like Taoist mantras, but a bit like Buddhist cipherlands, Qing Xuanzi is a Taoist priest, what are you doing here with Buddhist things?

Suppressing the doubts in my heart, I continued to be busy with the affairs of Yin Qi, and for about ten minutes, the things that should be prepared were almost done, and Mr. Fan shouted: "The time is coming." ”

As soon as I heard this, I was so nervous that I took several deep breaths before I calmed down, and I looked stunned, first to the east three times, and then to the west three times, lighting three pillars of incense and inserting them in the east of the tomb, and burning some yellow paper.

To do this, I found grains and put them in my left hand, and put my right hand on the left side of the head of the deceased's coffin, and my feet were slightly open, with the intention of welcoming the soul of the deceased. (Note: This sentence is prolonged)

As soon as the words fell, Qing Xuanzi over there immediately stood up and shouted in a long voice: "Pick up... Yikes! ”

Subsequently, I sang a duet with Qing Xuanzi 'Jingwen', which lasted about three or four minutes, (Note: 'Jingwen' is popular in the Lianghu area, and it is sung in some local dialects, saying that it is a singing that is actually a bit similar to the number allegro in the Northeast, which is considered a folk art. ）

As soon as he finished singing 'Jingwen', the Qing Xuanzi's face sank, holding something like a peachwood cane in one hand and a pu fan in the other, and shouted a very strange sentence in his mouth, I didn't understand it very well, and I could only roughly understand two words, 'Mami'.

After shouting that, he immediately sat down, his eyes closed slightly, and his mouth began to sing. To tell the truth, I really don't understand what he sings, so I heard Lao Wang say that the so-called 'night song' is actually the Sutra of Mixed Yuan Death, just singing to express the scripture.

As Qing Xuanzi began to sing the 'night song', I retracted my mind, looked stunned, and made three waves towards the west, and shouted in a long voice: "Holding the natural five grains in my hand, Shennong gave me a million soldiers, and the disciple sprinkled it with his own hands today, and scattered the five directions to suppress the stars." ”

As I spoke, I took seven steps towards the left side of the coffin and read: "One scatters the true dragon in the sky, and when it is running, it comes to the tycoon, the second sprinkles the green dragon to protect the ancestors, the descendants of the millennium shade and blessing, the third sprinkles the white tiger star, the Fulu abyss Shoumen Ting, the fourth sprinkles the Vermilion Bird Town Mingtang, the prosperous family and the prosperous industry are prosperous, the fifth is the Xuanwu sitting on the Beidou, and the dragon is crouching for the tiger." ”

It is worth mentioning that when I read this passage, I scattered the grains in my hand around the coffin, in order, the central Wujitu, the eastern green dragon, the western white tiger, the southern vermilion bird, and the northern Xuanwu.

After sprinkling the grains, I glanced at the various people, meaning to make them sit in their seats as I had arranged earlier.

The people hummed and sat down around the coffin, the four 'flowers' facing the coffin, and the seven 'doors' facing the coffin, surrounding the coffin, which at first glance looked a bit like the stars holding the moon.

After the men were seated, I glanced at Mr. Fan, who was sitting beside him, holding a cinnabar pen in his hand and tinkering with something on his feet, and I asked him why he couldn't come, and he said it would be fine immediately.

After waiting for a minute, Mr. Fan said a good word, and walked towards the coffin, without saying a word, he lay down, put his feet against the coffin, and his head was in the direction of Qing Xuanzi.

I almost laughed when I saw it, but I couldn't laugh when I saw the two paintings on his feet.

I saw that Mr. Fan was barefoot, and his right foot drew a budding daffodil, which was lifelike, just like the ancient Qinglou woman standing in the attic and said coquettishly, guest officer, come on, only three dollars, very tempting.

What really surprised me was that it wasn't the daffodil, but the picture of Sanqing that he drew with his left foot. Made, he actually painted Sanqing on the soles of his feet, and he was not afraid of being split by the five thunders.

At that moment, I asked Mr. Fan with a calm face, "You always draw Sanqing on the soles of your feet, aren't you afraid of offending Sanqing?" ”

"Fart, what do you know about a fine guy, Sanqing's mana is boundless, and he has a wide range of good karma, as long as he can redeem his soul, let alone paint the soles of his feet, even if he paints them on the toilet board, Sanqing will not be surprised." He snorted and said, "Stop the ink, hurry up and tie a willow branch to the old man's right foot." ”

I want to beat him, I really want to beat him, this dead old man, painted the supreme Sanqing of Taoism on the soles of his feet, and it was still reasonable, which made the Taoist priest see that he had to find this old guy desperately.

So, I asked him angrily, "Are you sure this is really okay?" I was afraid that he would perfunctory this Yin Qi, so I immediately added: "If it is without the aura of daffodils, Yin Qi may fail." ”

He stopped and said impatiently: "Sister, when the old man was doing the funeral, your father was still wearing open crotch pants and playing mud, just do your thing, don't worry about what you shouldn't do." ”

As he spoke, he ignored me, but raised his right foot and shook it, meaning that I should tie a willow branch for him.

Seeing his movements, I was so angry that I picked up a willow branch, walked in front of me and squatted down.

Suddenly, I saw two lines of very small fonts and a swastika symbol on the board of his feet, the left side of his left foot is the true spiritual position karma map, and the right side of his right foot is the noble path, and the stars are moving.

What's going on? Then how could Mr. Fan write these words? Does it have anything to do with this Seal Seven?