Records of the Lost Cases of Helaitang in the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 108
This maid was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with dark skin and fairly neat eyebrows. She was well-dressed and had the spirit of the village, which Wang Heng had not seen in the past few days.

My eyes followed the maid's hand. I saw that the pottery cup was placed on the red tea tray. The matching was not suitable and the color was not very nice. The tea tray was a red ship-shaped tea tray. The workmanship was very exquisite. It was a rare and famous product. Seeing that Wang Heng was at a loss and the maid's eyes were anxious, Wang Heng couldn't help but think about it, what a strange girl.

At this time, Huang Yongning said: "It's snowing heavily these days, so I won't arrange mountain climbing. The seventh master will rest more these days. If you're not afraid of the cold weather, you can just stroll around the village. It's just that the snow is so heavy that it's been snowing for several years." It’s never been like this before, so be careful when you go out.”

After listening to his earnest instructions, Wang Heng felt a warm feeling in his heart. After thinking for a while, he asked: "Ping'an Dojo, do you need my help? If I can do my best, I will feel better."

Huang Yuntai said: "If the Seventh Young Master is willing, a few bows at the dojo will be enough. It is a good thing for Ping An Dojo to do so."

What he meant was that Huang Yuntai's life and death were unknown, and what he was doing was a safe dojo. After all, it was not a funeral, so there was no need to be constrained by false etiquette.

After chatting for a while, Wang Heng said he was sleepy and left. He noticed that the strange maid had disappeared after pouring the tea.

I still rested in the west wing on the second floor at night. Nothing happened that night, except for the strong wind and snow.

After getting up in the morning and having a meal, a short while later, the sound of silk and bamboo music could be heard outside. It must be that the Taoist priests who had been invited started to perform rituals.

The dojo of Ping'an Jiao is in the main hall of the east building. It is closed on weekdays. Wang Heng has not gone in yet. Looking for the sound of music, he walked over and saw at a glance that it was a magnificent carved hall. The Huang family was indeed rich.

Uncle Yan was representing the master's family in the main hall. When he saw Wang Heng coming, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Seventh Young Master Wang, please take a seat in this room."

Wang Heng sat down on the gauze-hatted chair, dusted off his fur cloak, and asked, "Which Taoist priest are you asking for?"

Yan Bo said: "I asked the second master, and sent Shuisheng to invite the Taoist priest of Zhengqing Temple in Fangshan Mountain the day before yesterday. The heavy snowfall yesterday just meant that it was impossible to come. I don't think it was bad luck. They left early and caught the last bus. The passenger ship has arrived at Xishan."

Wang Heng felt annoyed. Speaking of which, if he had gotten up early yesterday, he might have been able to catch the last ferry back to Fucheng.

The Taoist priests played some music and took a break.

The ritual ceremony was actually very worldly. A middle-aged, tall and thin Taoist priest, under the guidance of Uncle Yan, ordered the tablets for the ancestors of the Huang family. His small regular script was really elegant and lively.

There was another fat Taoist priest, but he was very dexterous, using gold and silver foil to fold various fragrant flowers and ingots. There were also two Taoist priests, one concentrated on drawing talismans, and his ink brush moved dragons and snakes. The other was elegant and elegant, and he was the youngest and elegant among the four. , chanting something in their mouths, inserting the five-color flag into the altar, they were busy, each performing their duties.

Several members of the Huang family came into the main hall one after another. They were all old people who had nothing to do and came to watch the fun. They made a pot of tea and gathered around the Eight Immortals Platform without moving their buttocks.

It seems that Huang Yuntai may have passed away unexpectedly without much sadness or worry. Also, brother Yuntai once said that starting from his great-grandfather, the eldest son of the eldest family has been a single descendant. The relatives in Wanhu Village are indeed a little weak. .

It is said that during the days of the wedding ceremony, the host's family will entertain guests twice a day. These Huang clan members probably came to eat and occupy seats.The chef of the East Building set up a large tent and came out early in the morning, ready for the banquet.

As the number of people gradually increased, there were not enough seats in the hall. Seeing elderly people standing, Wang Heng was embarrassed to sit in a grand manner, so he walked around to see the Taoist priests doing their work.The middle-aged and tall Taoist priest had already arranged the ancestral deities of the Huang family. There was an old man with a white beard and white eyebrows, his hands on his hips, and said to Lao Yan in a critical tone: "In my opinion, apart from Taoist Master Qingfeng's few strokes in Zhengqing Temple, The words are spirited, but the others are too vulgar."

Uncle Yan bowed his head and said: "Fifth Master, Taoist Master Qingfeng is old and frail and has stopped going out for a long time. This Taoist Master Lingxu is his disciple."

Wang Heng saw that the middle-aged and tall Taoist priest named Lingxu had already written down the names of the deities of several generations of the Huang family. They are four generations of ancestors: the great ancestor Kao Xinyi Gong, the great ancestor Huang Zhanshi, the great ancestor Kao Pingyi Gong, the great ancestor Huang Yushi, the ancestor Kao Chongde Gong, the ancestor Huang Jiangshi, the father Liangfeng Gong, and the gods are ranked in the order. The Taoist priest placed it where it should be.

Wang Heng was suspicious, why Huang Yuntai's mother did not have a divine status? Is there anything wrong with her identity?

He was standing in a corner, lost in thought, when the music suddenly burst out, and he was startled.

It turned out that Huang Yongning, the Huang family's uncle, was here. The group of Taoist priests from Zhengqingguan knew that it was the master's family who was here, so they played extra hard.

Huang Yongning's arrival meant that the big feast had officially begun. He seemed to be quite popular in the village, and the old men in the clan got up to say hello to him.

There was a lot of red tape, and many people came and went out of nowhere. The carved hall was noisy and noisy. Wang Hengkong sat bored and quietly left through the back door.

Returning from the front hall to the west wing of the second floor where he lived, he passed by a small flower pond. The water surface had long been frozen, and there were a few dead lotuses near the river, which were weighed down by the ice and snow.

At this time, the snow intensity decreased slightly, the snowflakes were falling, and the field of vision was much wider.

Wang Hengxian was extremely bored. Seeing that it was quite quiet here, he wanted to stay alone for a while.He was wearing a big cloak, shaking off the fallen snow, and suddenly he heard someone talking in the rockery cave by the pool. The rustling sound of swaying clothes came towards the entrance of the cave. Wang Heng had a bad intuition, maybe he was spying on other people's privacy, and he was anxious. When he saw a piece of bamboo planted on the north side of the rockery cave, he ducked in sideways.

"Sister, I will definitely bring the message to the ancestral hall tonight." A female voice whispered softly in the ear, and then a "Huh" sound came, and another female voice said leisurely: "Someone just passed by here, Xue The footprints in the ground are fresh.”

The voice from before said: "Sister, I'm too suspicious. There are a lot of people today. Occasionally someone passes by. It's okay."

Then there was a moment of silence, and the sound of treading in the snow was heard, and the two people in the cave left in different directions.

What Wang Heng saw was the back of a green cotton-padded jacket with a double bun. She looked like she was a maid from the Huang family. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he felt like the dark-skinned village girl who was serving Huang Yongning in the inner hall. The little maid is somewhat similar.

This maid has a mediocre face, but her back looks somewhat graceful.

After waiting for a while, there was no one around, so Wang Heng hurriedly left the place where the matter was.

It was cold outside, and the carved hall was boiling and the sky was full. In the afternoon, Wang Heng only wrote big characters in the west wing.In the evening, the young man from the Huang family came to invite me. My uncle held a banquet in the hall and invited the seventh young master Wang to have a drink.

(End of this chapter)