A strong wind blew the paper man in my grandmother's mourning hall away and brought it to the old house of Brother Zhenmin's house, which scared me to death.

The old Taoist priest poured two bowls of wine to shock us.

"It's quite a weird paper man!" Brother Zhenmin sighed.

However, this exquisite paper man has turned into ashes, and I hope my grandmother can receive it in another world.

The old Taoist priest continued: "If you want to know what debt your father owes in the ancient tomb, we need to meet the tomb owner in person and ask in person to return it."

Brother Zhenmin asked tremblingly: "Are you crazy? The tomb owner has long been dead, I am afraid that there will be no bones left, and that ancient tomb may not be there. Where can we find the tomb owner? Should we go to the underworld?"

I immediately protested: "It's midnight, can we not talk about these things and discuss them tomorrow?"

The old Taoist priest immediately said: "Then go to bed first! I will discuss specific matters with Xiao Su."

Brother Zhenmin’s surname is Su. I agreed and went to the inner room. The pony had already slept like a dead pig. The bed was a little smaller and the bedding was a little narrower, so I could only squeeze to sleep.

I naturally couldn't fall asleep. I heard Brother Zhenmin whisper: "This is not my own business. I will not take such risks with you. What if I can't come in and out?"

The old Taoist priest said, "With me, what are you afraid of?"

Brother Zhenmin responded: "Maybe, the country has begun to take charge of it now. Even if we come out alive, if someone reports it, I will be unable to argue!"

"You are so young, you are so careful and considering so much that you can't accomplish anything."

Brother Zhenmin replied: "I don't want to accomplish great things, I just want to live a stable life."

"You are helping us, and you are also helping yourself. Do you still want to pay back the debt? It is not easy to pay back the debts that owed people, and you can't pay back the debts that owed ghosts!"

Brother Zhenmin is still reluctant to cooperate with this old Taoist priest.

"You are almost thirty now? You are not married yet, why? It's not the same word, poor!"

Brother Zhenmin argued: "I don't want to get married early, it's a response to the country's policy of late marriage and late childbirth!"

"But you don't even have a partner. Although you have been sports cars all year round, you can't save money. If you help us complete this, I will give you a reward of 100,000 yuan. I will also pray for you to ensure that you can win the championship. You will get married before the New Year and have children next year!"

Brother Zhenmin was also a little moved when he heard this, but he was still worried: "I don't know the specific location of the tomb, and how to avoid national supervision?"

"You just said that you were moving the grave to the underworld to find the underworld for your father. This is a great reason. The country can't stop you from moving the grave to the grave to the father, right?"

After the two discussed and decided, they cut their fingers and dripped them into the sorghum wine. They swear to the sky that they would never use any tricks.

I couldn't help but worry about myself and Xiaoma, but Brother Zhenmin would not harm me, I'm sure about this.

Maybe I was frightened and had a fever, but in my sleep, I dreamed of the medicinal materials warehouse again, and took medicine according to the prescription that Professor Zheng prescribed for me, tormented and drank it.

When I woke up the next day, my head hurts a little and my body is still a little sore, but I can't hide from my grandmother's burial.

The eldest son and grandson hold the dead, walking in the middle, other descendants are responsible for playing banners. For those who are far away, like the champion brother, they need to hold the rope. Brother Zhenmin carries a can with a can, that is, a can with hemp rope, also known as the altar, which contains noodle soup and steamed buns, and the food prepared for the deceased on the road to the underworld.

Along the way, the north wind roared, the sorrow and joy were flowing, and paper money was flying all over the sky.

Burial was burial on the snowy day, and it really hurt the relatives of the deceased.

The mountain road is a bit muddy, and what's even more fatal is that we have to wear mourning clothes and we can't wear cotton jackets inside, so our teeth are trembling so cold.

Fortunately, I was wearing a warm clothing that cost more than 100 yuan a day, but the miserable thing was my family. My father held a mourning stick and my mother was about to cry.

My uncle and second uncle held my grandmother's coffin and kept reminding me of the coffin along the way: "Mom, the road is a bit difficult, but we will definitely continue to walk."

"Mom, when you arrive, you will be able to see my dad soon!"

If I were not the grandson of the deceased, it would sound a little creepy.

Chinese people pay attention to "death is like life". For dead relatives, they must choose the best tomb and use the best funeral tools.

Aunt San was willing to spend money, but felt sorry for losing a paper man. "This is a pair of paper man we bought for more than 200 yuan at Lao Li's house in Anle Town. Only one is left. Why are you still embarrassed to take it out?"

Chinese people also pay attention to pairing up. They were originally a pair of "golden boys and jade girls", but unfortunately the "golden boys" had been burned in advance by the old Taoist priests.

The old guy is now holding the soul-conjuring bell and I chased him with the soul-conjuring banner and asked: "Why did you set the paper man bought by my third aunt in the fire? She is complaining?"

"I have ordered this paper man to go to the underworld to send a message to your grandfather first. Your grandparents will be able to reunite in the underworld soon!" The old guy started talking nonsense again.

When we arrived at the grave with difficulty, the old bricklayer had already dug up his grandfather's grave with his help, revealing the dark tomb. Before we were buried, we would first roar firecrackers and then offer sacrifices.

The descendants knelt off and left, and sent the coffin to the tomb.

Perhaps the country advocates cremation because cemeteries are too expensive and cannot afford to die. Urns occupy less land, so buying cemeteries can cost less.

All paper-made items must be burned in the fire, including wreaths.

However, in some places there are wreaths on the grave, which makes people passing by feel disgusted.

The sacrifices are all used to honor the ghost messengers in the underworld. I don’t believe this, and my uncle doesn’t believe it much. However, in order to show the filial piety of his descendants, he still left the three animals for the sacrifice on the grave. I don’t know which beasts are better than that or the mad Taoist priest.

When I returned to my uncle's house, I felt relaxed and saw several of my uncles, but they recognized me, but I didn't recognize them.

My mother introduced me to my uncles, one of whom went to Zhengzhou and the other stayed in Donggou.

I have met a few times after I left, but I am not unfamiliar with it.

From Huimeng Town to Donggou, you have to pass Yehugou.

The old Taoist priest immediately asked my uncle about the specific location of Yehugou. The uncle in the provincial capital respected the old Taoist priest very much and hoped that he could go to the provincial capital to help find a Feng Shui treasure land.

Although Donggou has a famous actor in Henan Opera, he is still very poor, so that everyone there wants to leave his hometown and go out for a walk.

When we returned to my uncle's house in Huimeng Town, we had our meals. The old Taoist priest pulled me and ran towards Xiaoma's van. Brother Zhenmin had already been waiting in the car.

Xiaoma started the car and drove towards Donggou.

I hurriedly asked, "Are you going to Yehugou now? I'm not ready yet, and I don't have enough time!"

The old Taoist priest responded: "Do you think we have plenty of time? Last night, the tomb owner had sent a ghost messenger to take your life. If I hadn't burned the paper man in time, I'm afraid that today next year would be your death day!"

I still don’t believe it, but I was scared by the paper man last night and didn’t dare to argue. I was considering how to hand in the office to our department director?

The road to Donggou is difficult to walk, and the van is a bit bumpy.

Brother Zhenmin told Xiaoma to drive slowly, otherwise once the car is driven into the ditch, next year's day will really become our death day.

Xiaoma's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans appeared on her forehead.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest immediately ordered the parking. Seeing that the situation was not good, Brother Zhenmin immediately grabbed the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes.

The van turned around on the mountain road and stopped. I grabbed the handrail in the car.
Chapter completed!