Keep the big night

Village gong guhuantian, all the way floating paper money. All the way after the yellow dog, yellow dog mouth also hold paper money.

April day, the sun is direct, to participate in the funeral procession of relatives and friends, are shining with the sun, some narrowing their eyes, some looked up at the sky, the sky as if in low singing shallow singing.

The time has come for a fixed burial. The burial master has everything under control. Her relatives gathered round her last night. There she was in the coffin, someone whose life had ended. In the center of the house, inside and outside, there are colorful slips of paper, written by burial masters, many of which seem to be written in the dark.

The great night is the wake of the living for the dead. People die, but their souls live on. (www.sanwen.net)

Burial master let many relatives and descendants, in the painted circle. Burial master with different methods, different words, let relatives and descendants to pay, burial master said money out fast, fast, money out much, much. Later, relatives and descendants thought that the words of the burial division may not be credible, this is a burial division to get money.

Turning countless times, lost countless times of money, the burial division of the money box has spilled over the ground, their hearts still have a sense of dissatisfaction is still spreading, soaring.

Everyone was sleepy in the dark. Some eyes nodded. Did the master think it disrespectful to the dead?

Many people can't answer that question. Really sleepy, eyes narrowed naturally. When you open your eyes, the burial masters are still chanting sutras, which only the burial masters know.

The man guarding the night listened to a burial master tell his past. He began to learn the art of burying the dead at the age of eight. He followed his master over countless hills, fields and fields. Use a compass to find a graveyard for dead people. Where exactly is a proper cemetery? Even his master couldn't tell. Choose to choose, walk back and forth, in the end, or back to the origin. Everyone has an idea. The concept of a curved roof foundation and a mouth tomb was deeply rooted in my heart.

Let's make that judgment. Birthday eight characters, dead people can be buried? Overall consideration, accurate accounting, longitude and latitude, dragon vein feng shui, whether the posterity can make a fortune, etc., must be taken into account...

He studied with his master for ten years and finally succeeded. He can go out on his own. He wrote the banner, very shocking, very classic, neat handwriting, concise language. The master was very satisfied, as if he were a contemporary calligrapher, writing elegant, happy and delightfully.

The man who kept watch all night was awakened by the crowing of cocks and the barking of dogs. The sun rose. Languid gestures sprawl over the village highway.

Carry the coffin, carry wreaths, set off firecrackers, throw paper money, the order is in accordance with the orderly arrangement of the burial division in advance.

The coffin bearers are all from the dragon service. Digging graves, lifting stones and burning Yin Wells were carried out according to the arrangement of the burial division.

It was time to be buried in the coffin. Burial division, in their Own French thoughts again chant sutras, believe that every posterity's desire, is to want to go in peace, successful career, population prosperity.

Point to point, line to line, impartial, riding the line in the middle.

A burst of gongs and drums, a burst of paper money, the sound of pain, lament, one after another.

The burial master went down to the coffin and placed the body of the dead man with his hands. He really straightened the body so that the next generation could have a last look at it, and then it would be fixed in their minds and memories.

A spectacular burial ceremony came to an end. Each ran home, took their own choice of thorns, mugwort leaves, grass, to pay homage to the soul of the dead relatives.

People in the village are buried in the shadow of the dead. Many people talk about how many old people have died, how many old people are still alive and so on.

There were many laments. If you look at their room, it's the house of the dead. Tall buildings, more beautiful than real houses, bright Windows, electricity, water, balconies, pavilions, everything. BMW, Mercedes, Land Rover, Rolls-Royce, brand new cars, can't tell. It's a palace bedroom in a class of its own.

Before anyone could catch their breath, another old man died and was buried at twelve o 'clock in the evening. A burst of gongs and drums, crying, Shouting, mournful sound here and there.

The night watchmen sat on stools, some tilted their heads, some hung their heads, some flirted with eyebrows, some smoked, some laughed, and some kept silent. The village was filled with burning paper money and smoke.

The old man was buried. The watchmen of the night are at last free. Their faces were swollen and their eyes were black circles. Is to confirm everyone saying, your family really dead? Everyone is watching the big night.