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Chapter 39
Time flies, and a week has passed.

These days, Su Qing's life is very peaceful and stable.

Get up in the morning and go for a run, buy groceries and cook, teach Su Zichen how to draw before sending him home, and practice in the evening.

His strength has steadily improved, and he can punch more than two thousand pounds with one punch.

The lives of the three group members were also very peaceful and nothing happened.

Everyone chatted occasionally, said hello, and then went about their business.

On this day, Su Qing came back from running and received a call from Uncle Xiao Long.

"Uncle Xiaolong is spending money today? Okay, I understand, I will go back in the afternoon."

After hanging up the phone, Su Qing glanced at the date, which was August 8 in the Gregorian calendar and July 30 in the lunar calendar.

“Another annual ghost festival”

"Grandpa, Mom and Dad"

Burning ghost money is a ghost festival custom in Jiangyou.

Every year during the Ghost Festival, when the gates of hell open, people prepare money to pay homage to their ancestors two or three days in advance.

Drill holes into the paper, cut the clothes, seal them with paper, and finally write the name of the ancestor on the cover.

This is the custom of burning money in Jiangyou.

Usually on the evening of July [-]th or [-]th, money is burned at the door of the house or at the entrance of the village.

On the night of July [-]th, the gate of hell will be opened, and the ancestors will take away the ghost money.

Of course, there are also people who go to the mountains to burn in front of graves, but generally very few.

Use wooden sticks to pick up and burn, and burn everything through bit by bit, leaving no trace of the paper.

Otherwise, the ancestors would not be able to receive the money, and the consequences would be serious.

Your luck will get worse in the future, you will lose money in business, everything will go wrong, etc.

However, Su Qing's parents died before the age of 60, which was a violent and unnecessary death.

He cannot burn the money in advance, he has to burn it on the Hungry Ghost Festival.

This kind of chiseling money is very particular. You can't chisel it in the house. You have to move a stool to chisel it outside.

Only a filial son and a filial grandson must chisel it out with piety to be effective.

However, modern society has long lost all the traditions of the past.

Many people are lazy and do not want to make money by themselves, so they go to the market to buy machine-made paper money.

This is not impossible, but it is not pious enough, and the ancestors may not be able to receive it.

In the past, Uncle Xiaolong cut the money that Su Qing burned to his ancestors every year.

How could he know this? Uncle Xiaolong did everything for him.

Of course, Su Qing also knew where ghosts came from in the world. This was just a ritual to pay homage to ancestors and remember their ancestors.

The "paper money" in "Fengshi Hearing and Seeing Notes" says: "In today's funerals, paper money is cut out, and the money is accumulated into a mountain, filled with carvings and decorations, and used to guide the coffin."

"wrong."

"I have learned the true teachings of Maoshan Taoism. There may not be ghosts in the world!"

But when she thought about it, Su Qing's expression changed slightly.

With all the various methods of subduing ghosts and eliminating demons taught by Maoshan in his mind, who dares to say that there are no ghosts in the world?
"It seems that I have to prepare in advance."

Thinking of this, Su Qing quickly called Su Xiaolong and suspended teaching for one day.

Ask him not to send Su Zichen over, he wants to dig out the money himself.

Then, he drove to the market and prepared to buy adult roosters, aged peach wood, Five Emperors' money, glutinous rice, cinnabar, straw paper, red rope, ink fountain, grapefruit leaves, Bagua mirror and other items.

Other things are easy to talk about. There are many on the market and they are easy to buy.

Only peach wood, big rooster, Five Emperors' money, and cow's tears are not easy to buy.

It took me visiting several markets and a trip to the countryside to get these things together.

The peach wood is only ten years old, the five emperors' money can only buy the small five emperors' money, and the big rooster is only two and a half years old.

After buying everything, Su Qing drove back home and started making various magical weapons.

After a busy day, he made several magic weapons.

A mahogany sword, a Five Emperors copper coin sword, and a consecrated Bagua mirror.
Mix ink with cinnabar and chicken blood, and after drawing hundreds of drawings, only three of them were successful.
He also chiseled out a batch of ghost money with his own hands and wrote the names of his ancestors.

In the evening, Su Qing drove back to his hometown in the countryside alone with the prepared money.

Su Xiaolong went back to the countryside yesterday. He and Su Qing did not spend money on the same day.Sujia Village is 42 miles away from Linjiang County.

It is a remote mountain village surrounded by mountains on three sides and has beautiful scenery.

There are more than 400 households in the village, with about [-] people.

Most of the villagers' surname is Su, and they are descendants of the same ancestor.

In recent years, the village has become increasingly desolate.

Most villagers have bought houses in the county or developed elsewhere.

Most of those left behind in mountain villages are poor families, the elderly, the weak and young women.

Su Qing parked the car at the entrance of the village, greeted the passing villagers, and walked into the village.

When he came to the last and western house in the village, he was speechless for a long time.

These two houses with red bricks and blue tiles were his former home.

No one had lived in it for many years, and most of the house had collapsed, exposing the beams.

The rusty lock on the broken door has not been opened for a long time, and the gray brick path is covered with dry moss; nameless withered grass has invaded the courtyard, and a bitter taste enters the throat...

"Grandpa, grandma, parents, I'm back."

Su Qing murmured, tears streaming down her face unconsciously.

Since leaving home, he rarely comes back except for the three festivals of Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival and Winter Solstice every year.

Putting the money under the eaves, Su Qing opened the door and walked in.

As soon as you enter the lobby, there are spider webs everywhere and a lot of mouse droppings.

He took out the key and unlocked the bedroom door. The furnishings inside were still the same as before.

There are photos of my grandfather and parents, their clothes, and traces of their lives.

"Hey"

Su Qing waved his hand, put everything into his pocket, and exited the room.

Carrying the money and walking towards the back mountain, he came to the graves of his grandparents and parents.

Start by pulling out the weeds on the grave, sweeping away the debris in front of the tombstone, and clearing an open space.

Take out the Mingqian Mingyi from the bag, place them in front of their respective graves according to their names, and light them.

"buzz"

In the light of the fire, Su Qing wiped his eyes with grapefruit leaves stained with the tears of a bull buffalo.

A cool feeling arose, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Eyes open.

Looking back at the tomb and the burning paper, he saw a scene he had never seen before.

From the burned money, wisps of gray air flowed up and dispersed in the wind.

Su Qing looked around with wide eyes, but found nothing.

I didn't sense the existence of the underworld, nor the ghosts of my grandfather and parents.

'Is there no ghosts on earth?Where did your parents go after they died? '

Su Qing couldn't help but be stunned, feeling quite disappointed.

"Grandpa, grandma, mom and dad, don't worry, I'm doing well."

After the Ming Yi was burned out, he kowtowed three times towards the grave and left without looking back.

"Uncle Xiaolong, can we still build houses in the village now?"

On the way back to the city, Su Qing thought for a moment and dialed Wilson Su’s phone number.

".Ask the village chief for me. I'm not familiar with him."

"If it can be built, I would like to rebuild a house on the foundation of my old home."

"Yes. You know I don't care what the people in the village say about me, but I don't want to embarrass my grandpa and parents."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Su Qing was moved by the scene and had the idea of ​​building a house in his hometown.

The so-called return home in fine clothes is nothing more than this.

(End of this chapter)