Yang Ruoqing released the carrier pigeon.

However, two days passed, and on the day when the second uncle Yang Hualin performed the ritual, Luo Fengtang and the others did not come back.

"If he doesn't come back, it means he has made a breakthrough there!"

When Yang Ruoqing, Tuoba Xian, Sun and the others were analyzing this matter, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.

Luo Fengtang is a person who attaches great importance to filial piety. Unless he has no choice, he will definitely come back after receiving the letter.

In the ancestral hall of Changping Village, there was music and firecrackers.

For ancient rural villages without Internet and television, holding such funerals undoubtedly enriched the spiritual life of the villagers.

The women in the village, old and young, with children, have been watching since the morning when relatives sent wreaths and played wind and pipes.

Inside the ancestral hall, the relatives of the old Yang family sent wreaths, flower baskets, horses tied with white paper, sedan chairs made of paper, a big house, and the golden boy and girl...

These are all what these women who watch the fun like to watch.

Watching, discussing, comparing...

At noon, the Taoist priests came in for lunch. After lunch, the Taoist priests hung the eighteen paintings about the punishments in hell they had brought on the walls of the ancestral hall.

Lotus flowers and some strange patterns were drawn on the ground with cinnabar.

This has undoubtedly become another highlight that attracts villagers to watch.

Nuo Da's ancestral hall is filled with people inside and outside who come to watch the fun.

Because the old Yang family has spread rumors, this time the funeral must be carried out properly to get rid of any bad luck.

Therefore, the lineup of the Taoist priest team is larger than the last time Yang Huaan passed away.

Everyone in the village believed these things, so not only Changping Village, but also the next village, a crowd came to watch the excitement.

At night, Yang Ruoqing wore mourning clothes and participated in the rituals with her cousins.

When Yang Hualin left, he left behind Yang Ruolan, Bai Xiaozi, and Fu'er.

Yang Ruolan cried pitifully, perhaps thinking of her own life experience and experiences, and fainted from crying several times.

Boy Bai also lost the naughtiness and agility that a child of this age should have, and one after another things happened, making him look a little dull and autistic.

As for Fu'er, he is too young and doesn't understand anything.

Yang Ruoqing sat quietly aside and looked at the three orphans.

In the future, I'm afraid Fu'er will be the happiest one relatively speaking.

Why?

Old Yangtou said, Qian and Yang Hualin are gone, Yang Ruolan and Bai Xiaozi can barely take care of themselves, and they can't care about Fu'er at all.

I don't want to worry about Fu'er either.

Fortunately, the Jin family liked Fu'er very much and offered to raise Fu'er.

Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin were filial to the Jin family, but they couldn't bear to go against the Jin family's wishes.

So Fu'er followed the Jin family from then on.

"Qing'er, put on some clothes, be careful of the cold."

Mrs. Sun didn't know when she came to Yang Ruoqing and handed over a coat.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses. At this time of year, it was already the end of July in the lunar calendar. It was hot for half the day and cool for the other half. It was really cold late at night.

"Thank you, mother." Yang Ruoqing said, taking the coat and covering her legs.

"Is the baby okay?" she asked Sun.

Sun said: "Okay, I'm sleeping with her grandma. Yaxue is sleeping in the next room. I can take care of anything."

Yang Ruoqing nodded with relief.

I took a nap in the afternoon and was not sleepy at all. I kept my eyes open and watched the Taoist priests over there doing what they were doing.

The song was babbling, singing in a high and low tone, and the Taoist priest in the lead, dressed in Taoist attire, jumped up and down on the complicated lines drawn with cinnabar on the ground.

In his hand, he was wielding a sword made of copper coins, and at that moment, the air was flying.

The Taoist priest performed the technique with great concentration, and there were a large group of small benches underneath, and the onlookers at Mazar also watched with gusto.

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in these and glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall.

It was painted on pieces of old white cloth. It must have been some years old, and the white old cloth has already turned yellow.

However, Yang Ruoqing still admires the person who originally painted this painting. He is so talented and imaginative.

From the first painting to the last one, it is almost like these living beings, revealing people, animals, and the creatures in the world in the form of comic strips.

From the moment their lives die, the question of where their souls belong and where to go...

In the past, Yang Ruoqing had no time to pay attention to these things. Tonight, she was really bored and in such an atmosphere.

So, she scanned them one by one.

These paintings, and the people who made them, probably want to tell the living people a truth, or in other words, they are a warning.

At the moment of death, the soul leaves the body and floats in the air to see one's relatives crying with one's own eyes.

However, they can no longer communicate or express anything with their relatives.

At this time, there will be ghost messengers who will lead you and they will extradite the soul to the Nine Netherworld.

This journey can be described as bloody.

Mountains of knives and seas of fire, Huangquan Road, there is only one way in but no way out.

After arriving at the destination, you have to enter one main hall after another and accept the interrogation and interrogation of Yama from the Tenth Hall.

Everyone has a book for everything they have done during their lifetime, whether good or evil, black or white.

Score each person according to their good and evil qualities, and then make arrangements for the next step.

People with long tongues who like to stir up trouble will fall into tongue-pulling hell.

Women who misbehave will be ridden on a moving wooden horse.

A sharp thorn stood up from the back of the wooden horse and penetrated into the woman's body.

Then the Trojan started to run, and the woman's body was filled with blood. She was in so much pain that she couldn't help but die!

And behind, on each hanging painting, stone grinding, long saw cutting...

Each one looked bloodier than the other, making Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows jump slightly.

If there really is such a place in the world, it would be really scary.

People, you should be kinder, do more good deeds, and accumulate less evil.

In the middle of the night, the Taoist team moved to the main room of Lao Yang's family.

The Taoist priests gathered around the patio and performed rituals for a long time.

The Taoist priest didn't know what kind of thing he was holding in his hand. It looked a bit like a conch.

But the sound when you blow it...

It was like a hundred ghosts wailing, which made people feel chilled and uncomfortable all over.

It's as if that sound can really lead to hell...

The whole night of tossing is finally over.

At dawn, the coffin of the second uncle Yang Hualin was carried to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

According to the rules, the men of the old Yang family were not allowed to carry the coffin. The men who carried the coffin were hired in the village.

At this time, Lao Yangtou and Tan also came.

Mrs. Tan lay on the coffin and cried, patting the coffin lid while crying.

Old Yangtou stood aside, his back completely hunched over, his tears flying in the morning wind.
Chapter completed!