Because it is now the cold winter wax moon, there is no need to worry about the corpse stinking.

He sat in the spirit shed, and began to sketch Zhao's mother's face according to the portrait, and after ten minutes, he nodded with satisfaction and twisted the paper figure around. Everyone present was shocked! This face is vivid and vivid, and it is exactly the same as Zhao's mother on the portrait. But for some reason, the appearance of this face on the paper man's body makes people feel very twisted.

He instructed someone to find a large piece of red cloth, cover it with a red cloth over Zhao's mother's coffin, and then push the coffin out of the mourning tent. He also ordered someone to find a coffin, put the paper figure he had just carried into the new coffin, and placed it in the middle of the mourning shed. Ma Chengfeng, who watched it, was also secretly surprised, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Why are you two stunned? Didn't you miss your mother? Crying? Your mother is dead, if you don't cry, you are not filial! He turned back to Zhao Jingyi and Zhao Jingtong and said.

It's not that the two girls are unfilial, it's okay to cry at the corpse of their own mother, but who can cry knowing that the coffin contains a paper figure?

"If you two don't cry, then she's not saved!"

As soon as they heard Huang Zhazhi say this, the two girls readjusted their emotions, and after a while, tears became an endless ocean, crying as much as they wanted.

The rural people are simple, the Zhao family is now only two and a half big girls, and the villagers and elders in the tunzi don't care about the taboo of the New Year, they all help out, and the old man's funeral is lively, and the scenery is beautiful. Huang Zhazhi has been doing this business for three generations, although he is not familiar with Mr. Yin and Yang, but he still understands the rules inside and out. In fact, Mr. Yin and Yang doesn't have much ability, and the only thing he can do is the ability to look at feng shui in the Yin house. But the Zhao family has their own ancestral grave, so they don't need to look at any feng shui.

The etiquette has been exhausted, at about six o'clock in the evening, he asked Ma Chengfeng to cook a big pot of noodles, all the relatives who are present to help have a share, and they have to eat if they don't eat, this is the etiquette. However, it does not mean that it is long-lasting, but that the noodles are bitten off, which means that yin and yang are separated.

"Girl, what did your mother say was her favorite dress when she was alive?" Huang Zha Paper asked.

Jingtong said that her mother had instructed the old scalper to put her favorite yellow checkered skirt on her back after death.

Huang Zha paper smiled slightly, took out a dark coin, and began to fold it in half, the ancestral craft is not blown, what is it like to fold, and a yellow skirt was born from his hand in a moment.

"Senpai? Isn't it okay not to give her what the deceased asked before he died? Ma Chengfeng frowned.

Huang Zhashi glanced at him and said, "What do you know? The yellow skirt was often worn on her body before her death, and the skirt occupied her yang energy, so she couldn't take it away, so she would keep the skirt to return her yang in the future? Do you think it's their mother who is standing in front of their sisters for the past two days? That thing wished she had died sooner! ”

He put the paper-tied yellow dress over the paper figure, added a large black cloth to cover the coffin lid, and instructed the four coffin bearers to raise the spirit.

According to the rules, Jingyi is the boss, and after the spirit, he will lose the basin. But Huang Zha Paper stopped him, and he had to let Chang Xiaoman do it for him.

The people didn't know what they meant, and they didn't dare to ask, so they could only do what he did. But Chang Xiaoman lifted the mourning basin high and fell several times, but the mourning basin burned in the coarse mud was not broken. This is said in the folk, the mourning pot is not broken, it means that the deceased still has some wishes that have not been fulfilled, and forcibly carrying away the family house is restless, which is not good for the descendants of the children.

"Hmph...... I didn't expect this thing to have a lot of eyes, Miss Chang, no matter what method you use, you must break the mourning basin today, otherwise the coffin can't go out! ”

That play should not be iron, it can't be broken, and it can still be smashed with an axe? was smashed by Chang Xiaoman in one fell swoop.

"Spirit!"

The two sisters of the Zhao family wept, wearing linen and filial piety and followed behind the coffin, and along the way, everyone only regarded the paper figure in the coffin as the corpse of Zhao's mother, and no one dared to mention half a word.

The Zhao family's cemetery is not far from Tunzi, and the funeral team has been until the cemetery is in front of the yellow paper to let everyone stop, at this time, the sky has darkened, and the yin wind in the cemetery is blowing.

"Two girls, you all go back, everyone can go, Cheng Feng and Miss Chang stay!" Huang Zhashi commanded.

Since it was a fake corpse, the extras finished the play early, and the two sisters didn't insist on anything, and turned around and left with the villagers, leaving only Ma Chengfeng and the three of them in the cold cemetery.

"Seniors, they're all gone, what's the matter with the three of us? The coffin is here? What kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd? Ma Chengfeng asked him in surprise.

"What? You Ma Chengfeng is such a big guy, can't you even lift a paper figure? ”

The Zhao family was poor, so they only bought a thin coffin for their mother, how heavy is the thin coffin? In fact, it is just a layer of plywood with paint on the outside.

Ma Chengfeng thought that it was the same reason, and walked forward and reached out directly to hug the coffin. But after a while, he found that this thin coffin was like a heavy burden, and no matter how hard he tried, he didn't move a bit. It's as if there really is a corpse weighing about a hundred pounds lying inside.

"Lift ...... Can't lift? He swallowed his saliva, and his heart was a little out of shape. They can't be wrong, right? Lifted the back room out? ”

"Shhhh Don't say it, don't say it! Okay, just don't lift it. Come, the two of you act as the filial sons and grandsons of Zhao's mother and kowtow to the coffin three times. And he commanded.

Ma Chengfeng has a stubborn personality, never kneels easily, he has only knelt down to his grandmother in his life, and he disagreed at the beginning, but when he thought that this was also a good thing, if he could change Zhao's mother's life by kneeling, then his kneeling would be worth it.

The two children knelt in front of the coffin and kowtowed to the paper figure in the coffin three times, and burned some dead coins. He asked Huang Zha if he wanted to carry it into the grave.

"No, that's enough, just leave it here. Let's go back too! As he spoke, Huang Zhaji left the cemetery without looking back, holding the heads of the two children.

Outside the cemetery was a poplar forest, Huang Zhazhi and the two of them lowered their bodies and hid behind the forest, and did not hurry back, what they said just now should have been said to the thing in the cemetery. He asked Ma Chengfeng to open his ghost pupils and take a closer look, don't blink.

The three of them waited patiently in the ice and snow, and waited for more than an hour, and when it was about 9 o'clock in the evening, Ma Chengfeng saw a puff of black smoke suddenly come out from under a grave in front of him, and the black smoke slowly drifted into the air, and then wrapped the coffin of the paper man like a devil's claw.

The black smoke swirled around the coffin, but it couldn't get into it with the lid closed, and after a few moments, the black smoke gathered together and shrank back down the grave.