Chapter 1415 (1/2)

”Granny, you have made a decision, not by your parents and grandchildren. It was decided by my grandfather Qu Xiangshi and me! Virtuous and virtuous, today's women are only models! It's getting late. It's settled. Now I'll cover your coffin! ”

Li Lin said, lighting 16 incense sticks and distributing them in all directions. And he lit forty-nine candles, arranged according to hexamethylhexane.

Several pottery figurines made overnight were placed in the southeast of the coffin.

”Seal the coffin!”

Li Lin lit the talisman, recited a eulogy, and roared up to the sky.

For a moment, the original sunny Kyoto was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and then there was a light rain.

”Granny, Grandpa went to Yulong Temple thousands of miles away and prepared a statue wooden card for you!”

With that, Li Lin picked up the coffin, put it into the coffin, and then sealed it.

Except for ranking, there are all other things that should be there.

After doing this, Li Lin took out the jade cutting knife, cut his fingers, and nodded at the center of each pottery figurine's eyebrow. It was a living sacrifice.

In the Shang Dynasty, a life of a powerful person could be worth the blood of countless ordinary people.

Instead of some animal translators, one life of nobles is worth the lives of a hundred slaves during sacrifice. This one hundred is not really one hundred. A poet also said that if the flow goes straight down 3000 feet, is it really 3000 feet?

In short, a drop of Li Lin's blood can definitely complete many sacrifices that everyone and livestock can't complete.

In the yard of the funeral home, a disabled old man sweeping the floor suddenly looked back at Li Lin. A light burst out in his eyes, looking frightened and shocked.

”This...”

The old man dropped his broom and limped towards here.

”Old Xun tou, what's the matter with you?”

Seeing the old man who usually wilted, he suddenly went crazy and ran to the other side. The staff of the funeral home immediately wondered.

”What's the matter with the lame old Xun tou?”

Many workers followed old Xun tou and said strangely.

”Yes ~ old Xun tou, a lonely old man, has been cleaning the floor at the funeral home. He is a lame man who works hard. What makes him run so fast!”

The crowd began to wonder.

Since the funeral home, there has been old Xun tou.

It seems that during the cultural revolution, he was criticized for superstition, left a disability, never married in his life, and had no friends.

Despite the huge anti superstition momentum in those years, no one was willing to do it.

At first, two people did it, but they quit for various reasons after they couldn't do it for two days.

Old Xun tou was sent here.

I only know this man's surname is Xun. He is lonely and doesn't like to talk.

Since old Xun tou sat at the door of the funeral home, he never left.

In the evening, he was alone in the whole funeral home, and I didn't hear him say he was afraid.

Over the years, the funeral home has expanded a lot, and there are more and more mortuaries in it. Even people who work in funeral homes are sometimes afraid.

However, when old Xun tou watched the door at night, he would patrol around and help some staff carry the body from time to time.

A superstitious man is not afraid of these things.

Decades later, the staff of the funeral home changed one after another. Many people forgot about the identity of old Xun tou.

A moment later, the figure of old Xun tou stopped outside a hall and watched a figure sitting in a strange ceremony facing a huge coffin.

At the same time, in Yulong Temple thousands of miles away, in front of a set of low-standard incense tables, Qu blind people also do the same ceremony.

Old Xun looked at the coffin and incense candles in the hall and closed his eyes silently.

At this time, the people in the funeral home seemed to feel the difference here, and several staff came here.

”What's going on? Who changed the layout of the hall? ”

Just now there were many flower baskets. The black background wall and white font, including the huge photos on the wall, disappeared. In the hall, the bed originally used to bid farewell to the body covered with flowers turned into a huge coffin. After there were strange words and patterns on the coffin, all faces showed surprise.

Whether the incense and candles on the ground or the pottery figurines, it all shows that the funeral here is fundamentally different from their layout.

Not only the surface, but also the kernel.