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Do not poke the paper person in the eye.
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Do not poke the paper person in the eye., Applying eye drops to regulate the balance of Yin.
My grandfather was held at knifepoint with a Paper figure blinked eyes.
That night, someone in the village was flay live, leaving only a lush forest of white bones hanging from a tree.
Standing beside it was the paper figure with blinked eyes.
1. A coffin stood in the empty and cold spirit hall, with white silk hanging down and the candle suddenly bursting open.
Xu Family is a prominent family in our area. The deceased is the new bride married to the second son of the Xu Family. There are quite a few people coming to mourn.
I didn't dare to approach from a distance, feeling very scared in my heart.
But my grandfather pushed my back, not allowing me to say a word, forcing me to get closer to the coffin little by little.
"Sunny, do you recognize the person in this old photo?"
I looked at the black and white photo in the middle of the spirit hall. The woman had a beautiful face, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes were looking at us.
I shivered and nodded.
Not long ago, under the coercion of that man, I bit my fingertip and made two blood marks in the hollow eye sockets of the paper figure. The rough texture of the cardboard felt particularly coarse, and the contours I had drawn were strikingly similar to this memorial photo.
Grandpa sighed.
"The Paper figure is originally meant to be placed below, if blinked eyes, it can communicate with Yin and Yang, and invite possession by a ghost."
"You just used your own blood to give those Paper figure eyes, so this Xu Family new bride must be sent away by you. Otherwise, it's afraid it will cling to you."
The coffin was right in front of me, and suddenly I felt a tug on my sleeve. I jerked my head down, and a hand with red nail polish reached out, its sharp nails cutting into my arm!
Ah!
I exclaimed, crouching on the ground, shivering and holding my arms.
"What's wrong, girl?"
Grandpa quickly pulled me up.
A red mark suddenly appeared on my forearm.
"She... she... she's coming out!"
"Who?!" Grandpa followed my finger and looked sharply at the coffin. But the coffin was fine now, with no visible seams. "What's going on?" A gentle hand covered my shoulder, and I exclaimed and dodged.
Xu Er's hand suddenly froze in place. He was dressed in plain white clothes and didn't seem angry at all. His voice was very polite: "It's just a little injury. There are many objects in this spirit hall, so it's inevitable to bump into things." I looked at the coffin in fear again. The black coffin lid was tightly closed on the coffin.
"If there's nothing else, let's get started so we don't keep Taohong waiting too long," Xu Er said, looking at the coffin.
The sound of blowing and beating instruments rang out, and a red light rose from the fire basin outside the spirit hall. Suddenly, a mouse darted in. After the scare just now, I quietly moved away from the cold coffin. My grandfather used to be a Taoist priest, and now he was helping to lead the chant of the elegy behind, accompanied by the mournful sound of the suona.
"Since ancient times, flowers do not stay beautiful for long, and the moon has never been consistently full. No matter how much gold and jade you amass, it's difficult to buy immortality." The sparse voices of people sang along with grandpa. Suddenly, someone pushed me, and the cold corner of a coffin hit my shoulder, making me recoil.
In order to boost my courage, I trembled and followed the people in front of me to sing together:
"Living busily, dying in a rush, when will we awaken, how can we grow as we wish. Drifting clouds, misty rain, sighing about the heat and cold for no reason."
After singing it once, I sang it again.
Perhaps because I just sang it and became more familiar, my voice was noticeably louder this time. I gradually felt at ease as I listened to the voices coming from behind me. "Since ancient times, flowers do not stay beautiful for long, and the moon has never been consistently full..."
A slightly prominent voice suddenly mixed in. Upon careful listening, it was a woman's voice, full of sorrow and complaint, as if weeping and lamenting. I was greatly shocked and turned my head to look.
The people keeping watch over the deceased are all men except for me. There are no women at all!
Listening carefully, the voice is not coming from behind me at all, but rather from right in front of me!
"Believe until the end, it's all an illusion, clearly limited to the dreams of the underworld..."
5.
I lowered my head in fear, staring fixedly at the coffin.
The sound clearly came from there!
I won't be wrong, I heard it very clearly, this time I won't be wrong!
I jumped to the back and held onto my grandpa's hand tightly. I opened my mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound.
Seeing this, my grandpa stopped and the voices around us also stopped.
The suona has also stopped, and for a moment, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the female voice became even clearer.
It was like weeping and lamenting, with a lingering sorrow.
The whole group was stunned, and my grandfather quickly pulled me behind him.
Through the coffin, the sound was not very clear, like a radio playing in a wealthy household.
She sang her elegy:
"Need to believe that in the end it's all an illusion, clearly limited to the dreams of the Yellow Springs..."
As they sang, the voices grew louder and louder, until the funeral dirge turned into a theatrical performance:
"Reverberating gongs show no mercy,
Each word chokes the throat like a bell.
Hating the heart of a beast in monk's guise,
Tearing mother and son apart, east and west.
Call the child, remember the deep blood feud,
Avenge and save mother from her prison!"
It's "The Legend of the White Snake"!
6.
Grandpa's face turned pale with anger, and he shouted a few words, which surprisingly made the noise stop.
Xu Er stepped forward and grabbed Grandpa's sleeve, trembling as he asked:
"Grandpa, what... what's going on?"
I was scared stiff, and Grandpa pulled me back from the coffin and asked Xu Er:
"Did your wife offend anything before she died?"
"No, " Xu Er's lips turned pale as he struggled to remember. "My family has always been peaceful and law-abiding, not causing any trouble..."
His words suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and his lips were in a fierce battle.
"I... I remember now! My wife left while she was pregnant. Before that, I went up the mountain to kill a nest of snakes to nourish her body. There was a big one that was almost two meters long."
"Could it be that they killed my daughter-in-law and now they're coming back for revenge!?" Grandpa sighed and shook his head, "What a confusion! This is the vengeful snake spirit coming to take lives. Go to the village entrance and find Wang Po immediately, maybe he can still save your life!"
We have a tradition of "Chu Ma Xian" here. Animals that have achieved enlightenment will come down from the mountains to find disciples. Almost every village will have disciples of "Chu Ma Xian". Wang Po is the disciple of "Chu Ma Xian" from our village. A few brave souls stayed at the spirit hall to continue guarding the spirit, while my grandfather took me and Xu Er to urgently knock on Wang Po's courtyard gate in the night.
Perhaps it's because there are many strange things happening in our village, so it's not surprising for Wang Po to see someone visiting late at night. In Wang Po's house, there are many idols, and the lights are not turned on. In the flickering candlelight, distorted and swaying shadows are cast. I dare not look again, only bowing my head to listen to their chattering.
After understanding the cause, Wang Po asked for Xu Er's birth date, lit three sticks of incense. When the incense burned out, Wang Po drew a talisman, placed a basin of clear water on the square table, and sat opposite Xu Er, saying, "I will throw this talisman into the water. If the water remains clear and undisturbed, it means that the snake immortal will not come to trouble you."
Xu Er nodded, Wang Po raised his hand, and four pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the basin.
The dark yellow talisman spun and sank to the bottom, except for a small trace of ink that blended in without any change, still clear.
Xu Er sprawled on the back of the chair, and I also breathed a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, a mournful crowing came from outside the house. The rooster, known for its early crowing, unexpectedly let out a sharp, long cry in the dead of night. The crowing of a rooster at night is a bad omen!
The clear water in the basin on the table suddenly bubbled up, and a thick, sticky black substance emerged from the bottom, instantly swallowing the talisman without a trace.
Xu Er rolled his eyes and fainted.
Wang Po slapped Xu Er awake and said coldly, "The immortal is outside. Go and invite them in for a discussion." Xu Er was so scared that he fell to the ground and shook his head while holding onto the table leg.
"We have to go, even if we don't want to! Otherwise, we'll all die today!" Wang Po shouted sternly as he picked up Xu Er and threw him out of the courtyard. The old man with white hair was surprisingly strong.
In an instant, there were only three people left in the room, and my grandfather and I looked at each other.
Wang Po drew a circle on the ground, leaving a gap in the direction of the spirit hall, and started burning a stack of paper money. All was quiet, and Xu Er had already left for about five minutes. The grandfather couldn't sit still and wanted to go to the door to take a look, but was stopped by Wang Po.
"Wang Po Zi, when it comes to the supernatural, I have some knowledge. Let me take a look and get an idea."
Wang Po remained motionless, with a fierce and resolute gaze, refusing to let him pass.
As the two were locked in a standoff, a sudden scream pierced the night sky.
"Help me!"
Grandpa pushed Wang Po with all his strength, and I followed the sound and rushed outside.
It was extremely dark outside, but with the faint moonlight, I saw a person hanging from a big tree not far from the courtyard.
The person's body was contorted, legs thrashing about, with a long, thin object wrapped around their neck, tightly bound to a thick and dense tree branch.
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