Cheng Zhengdong's ruckus had completely interrupted the entire funeral process. The surrounding people came over one after another, either surprised or unfriendly. They surrounded Xia Yuyang and Cheng Zhengdong, especially the eldest son of the Feng family who was carrying the soul-guiding banner. He rushed over aggressively as if he had seen his father's murderer.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're the film crew that recently filmed in your village. Tonight, the crew went out for a dinner and drank a few more glasses.”
Assistant Director Chen, who was stunned by Cheng Zhengdong's " feat ", finally reacted. He quickly walked up to apologize and bowed as if he had seen the big leader.
Perhaps it was because of Assistant Director Chen's sincere apology, the fierceness on the eldest son of the Feng family's face was slightly restrained, but he could still see the unhappiness on his face." Today is the day my father officially rides the Crane Deity. It's one thing to be disrespectful with you guys making such a scene, but what if you miss the auspicious time?”
"The young man in the production team was rash. This is also our mistake. I hope Big Brother can forgive us. We'll come and apologize tomorrow!”Assistant Director Chen lowered himself to the lowest possible level. At the same time, he hinted that the production team of the Feng family's eldest son would compensate the Feng family tomorrow. He was afraid that this group of people would be unhappy and beat them up. It was not a big deal. If they joined forces with the entire village to detain the production team, it would be a big deal!
Sure enough, after understanding Assistant Director Chen's hint, the eldest son of the Feng family's expression clearly became friendlier, but it was not good for him to show that he was polite. He could only grumble a few more words and planned to turn the big issue into a small matter and continue on his way.
"Uncle, can you allow me to offer incense to your father as an apology on behalf of my friend?”The eldest son of the Feng family had only turned around and walked a few steps when he heard a clear voice coming from behind him. He turned around and saw a handsome young man dressed neatly.
After Xia Yuyang asked this question, Assistant Director Chen, who was standing beside him, looked at him in surprise. He reached out and gently tugged at the corner of his shirt, indicating that it was better to avoid trouble. Xia Yuyang pretended not to notice and looked at the eldest son of the Feng family calmly, waiting for his reply.
"That should be the case. This young man is quite honest in his work. It's best to go and offer incense and apologize for interrupting the spirit sending ceremony.”Before the eldest son of the Feng family could respond, someone in the funeral procession had already started discussing.
"Alright then, you'll go up the mountain with us.”The eldest son of the Feng family nodded after some thought and walked to the front of the team.
"Yang Zai, why did you suddenly think of going to offer incense? This village is so backward. I don't know what the quality of the villagers is like. What if there's a conflict on the mountain?”Assistant Director Chen was worried.
"It's okay, Brother Chen. I'll be back after offering incense. I just need to trouble you and Brother Zheng to send Dong and the others back.”
"Alright, then go and come back quickly. When you come back, come and tell me that you're safe. I don't rest so early.”
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The few mountains around Wind Edge Village were relatively low. After Xia Yuyang followed the team, he did not walk for long before he arrived at the cemetery where the Feng family had already asked someone to look at the feng shui. He looked around and saw that the empty space in front of the tomb was narrow. There were also a few banyan trees that looked quite old around. This was not a good location for a cemetery according to feng shui.
The banyan tree surrounded the tomb, and its well-developed roots were prone to the ominous phenomenon of the roots piercing through the coffin. Moreover, the vines hanging from the banyan tree would wrap around the tombstone, and the undead would be trapped underground. Any Feng Shui master with common sense would suggest avoiding such a cemetery. If the Feng family chose such a low-grade Feng Shui, it would be one thing if it was to save money, but if they knew Yu Yi and still insisted on doing so, then the Feng family's heart was too dark.
Interestingly, the Feng family had chosen such a bad Feng Shui for the cemetery, but the tombstone for Old Feng was very magnificent. The stone color was uniform, and the red paint was painted with gold powder. It was obvious that the cost was not cheap.
This superficial effort was really not bad! Xia Yuyang thought to himself,'If the appearance that everyone can understand is done well, ordinary people will praise him for being filial. For things like Feng Shui that ordinary people can't understand, the Feng family will start to fool around.' Xia Yuyang once again confirmed in his heart that there was a hidden reason for Old Feng's unwillingness.
Because they had wasted too much time on the road, the Feng family was afraid of missing the auspicious time, so they hurriedly went through the burial ceremony and buried the coffin. Xia Yuyang pretended not to see Old Feng's head floating beside the tombstone. He held three incense sticks and respectfully lit them.
After burning the joss paper, the eldest son of the Feng family stuck the soul-guiding banner on the grave. The funeral procession returned home. Xia Yuyang followed at the end of the procession. After taking two steps, he turned around and took a look. Two of the three incense sticks he had just offered were broken. Three long and two short. There was indeed a disaster tonight.
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After returning to his place of residence, Xia Yuyang first went to Assistant Director Chen to report that he was safe. Then, he returned to his room and lay on the bed with his clothes on. He closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.
It was unknown what time it was at night. Just as Xia Yuyang was about to fall asleep in a daze, he suddenly heard a squeak from the door next door. The soundproofing of the houses in this village was relatively poor, so he could hear the wind and grass around him clearly. The person living in the room next door was Cheng Zhengdong.
He was here! Xia Yuyang was suddenly awake. He got out of bed and pushed open the door to look outside. It was the 16th day of the lunar calendar. The moonlight was as clear as water. The situation in the courtyard was clear at a glance. Cheng Zhengdong was walking towards the courtyard door, his movements mechanical as if he was being manipulated.
"Brother Dong!" Xia Yuyang tried to shout, but Cheng Zhengdong did not respond. He ran forward and looked out. Cheng Zhengdong's eyes were lifeless, and his face was expressionless like a zombie. He had been possessed! The statue of the door god was pasted on the door, which was a deterrent to the new ghost Old Feng. Old Feng was probably going to " instruct " Cheng Zhengdong to open the door!
Seeing that Cheng Zhengdong could not wake up, Xia Yuyang quickly turned around and went back into the house. He took out a knife of yellow paper that he had bought from the paper shop on the way back. He folded the yellow paper into the shape of gold ingots according to the method taught by Grandpa Xia in his memory. During the folding process, Xia Yuyang remembered the unfitting and crudely made burial clothes that Old Feng was wearing tonight. He sighed and found a piece of white paper from the room to cut into white clothes for newly deceased ghosts. He also wrote Old Feng's full name and date of birth and death on the envelope that he had prepared earlier. This was also the main purpose of Xia Yuyang following him to the incense. Only by writing his name could the deceased receive the tribute of the living.
After everything was prepared, Xia Yuyang carried these things to the courtyard. He folded the paper ingots into a pagoda shape and placed the paper clothes on the top. Then, he lit it with a lighter. When the fire was almost ignited, he threw the envelope with Old Feng's name in. Soon, a gust of wind blew in the courtyard, and the paper ashes rolled up and began to fly horizontally.
Xia Yuyang was relieved. The flying paper ashes meant that the souls had received the paper money. With these ingots, Old Feng's path to the netherworld would be easier.
"Old Master, my friend bumped into you because she was drunk. We didn't mean to offend you. I hope Old Master won't take it to heart. In addition, if you leave unjustly, I will contact the police to investigate. I hope you can leave in peace.”Xia Yuyang said softly to the courtyard door.
After hearing Xia Yuyang's words, the ashes on the paper floated in the air for a few rounds, as if it had accepted the apology, and slowly landed on the ground. Cheng Zhengdong, who had already walked to the courtyard door like a puppet, fell to the ground as if his string had been cut.
Success! Xia Yuyang was delighted and quickly walked over to help Cheng Zhengdong up. He bowed three times towards the courtyard door and then sent him back to his room to settle down. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Xia Yuyang, who was happy that his good friend had escaped danger, did not know that the ingots he burned for Old Feng would attract the attention of the people in the underworld.
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