$490, Mr. Seer (1/2)
Crackling——
The smoke from the firecrackers gradually dissipated in the night.
But the smell of gunpowder smoke is still not far away.
The door of Jiang Yingying's house opened, and Su Wu stood at the door of Mr. Jiang's bedroom and said to the sobbing Jiang Yingying: "Yingying, you and Yun Nichang should go outside the house temporarily.
I'll change the old man's clothes. "
"I, I'll change it, I'll change it for grandpa..." Jiang Yingying started crying and kept crying, her eyes became red and swollen.
She insisted on staying here.
But Su Wu always felt that Mr. Jiang's death was a bit strange.
I want to travel around him with fire alone to check if there is any change in his body.
If Jiang Yingying stayed here, it would be inconvenient for him to take action.
Su Wu turned around and glanced at Yun Nishang.
Yun Nishang understood immediately and helped Jiang Yingying, who was kneeling on the bedside crying and unwilling to get up, comforted her with a gentle voice, took her out of the bedroom, and closed the door behind her.
Seeing the old man on the bed whose face was gradually turning blue and whose closed eyelids were shaking open again, revealing a pair of blue and black eyes, Su Wu put his fingers together and wiped the old man's face, and the old man's eyes slowly closed.
A wisp of fire shot out from his fingertips,
poured into the old man's nostrils.
In an instant, it flowed around the old man's body.
No abnormalities were found.
——The old man died of multiple organ failure.
This is a common symptom among many elderly people who are dying of life.
Apart from that, there is nothing else strange about it.
He withdrew the wisp of fire and asked Jiang Yingying, who was sobbing outside the door, "Yingying, what clothes should you change for grandpa?"
"There are new clothes I bought for my grandpa in the closet.
on the left……"
Jiang Yingying cried.
Her voice became even sadder when she mentioned the new clothes that grandpa had not yet had time to wear.
Su Wu was silent for a moment, then opened the closet on the left, and saw a large black woolen windbreaker covered with plastic film, with a complete set of woolen sweaters and pants inside.
He took out the set of clothes and helped the elderly people change them one by one.
Open the bedroom door,
Outside the door, Jiang Yingying and Yun Nishang brought stools and placed them parallel to each other in the living room.
Afterwards, Jiang Yingying struggled to remove the wooden door panels of the warehouse door and placed them in the living room.
Seeing this, Su Wu carried the old man's body out and placed it on the door panel.
Head in, feet out.
Yingying cried again,
While crying, I covered my grandpa with a quilt.
An offering table was set up at the door and incense and candles were placed.
The smell of burning incense candles penetrated into the dark night, giving people the illusion that the passage between the world and the underworld was opening.
Outside the yard, several dogs barked in the distance.
The barking of the domestic dog grew louder and louder.
From far to near.
A bright white lamppost shines from a distance, and the light beam hits the stainless steel fence door, reflecting a cold light.
A 'Laotou Le' drove to the door of Jiang Yingying's house. The old man driving the car turned the steering wheel and turned into Jiang's yard.
Park the car,
The old man got out of the car in a hurry,
He glanced at the altar table and incense candles set up in the living room. There was not much expression on his wrinkled face. He opened the back seat of the old man Le and took out an envelope of paper money in a red plastic bag and money in a black plastic bag. A set of shrouds.
He walked up the steps,
Only then did Su Wu realize that the old man's shoulders were shaking slightly.
The old man approached Mr. Jiang's body on the window board and took a closer look at Mr. Jiang's face. His eye circles suddenly turned red. He looked at it for a long time and sighed vaguely in his throat: "Hey..."
This sigh has the feeling of suppressing emotions and being unable to control them.
He took out a piece of yellow paper from the black plastic bag and dipped some cold water on the paper so that the yellow paper could be attached to Mr. Jiang's body and cover his face.
Afterwards, he walked into the old man's bedroom,
He found some tattered clothes, put them on the ground, and said to Jiang Yingying, who was kneeling on the cold tiles: "Granddaughter, the floor is cold, please change your position."
Only then did Jiang Yingying raise her eyes to look at the old man whose face was 67% similar to her grandfather's. Tears suddenly burst out of her eyes: "Second Grandpa..."
"My granddaughter is suffering,
My brother is suffering too. "
The old man shook his head, helped Jiang Yingying change her position, and said to Jiang Yingying: "Have you asked Mr. Judge to come and see it?"
Jiang Yingying shook her head blankly.
"Got to see it, gotta see it."
The old man muttered, put the shroud on the door panel, then took out a mobile phone for the elderly, pressed a few buttons, and made a call.
He directly turned on the speaker phone,
The old man’s cell phone made a sound of ‘beep-beep-’.
After three rings,
Some sharp male voices came from the speaker of the mobile phone, which was especially obvious in the dark night: "Hello?"
"Master Yang, come and show my brother!" the old man shouted into the mobile phone.
"Who are you?" asked the sharp male voice on the phone.
"People who live in Group 15 of Yutian Village,
Jiang Shixin’s family! "
"Okay! Come right away!"
After hanging up the phone, the old man put away his cell phone, opened the plastic packaging of the shroud, and put the shroud with a black base and yellow piping on Mr. Jiang. After death, the joints become weak, making it even more difficult to wear clothes.
Su Wu assisted the old man,
Just put on the shroud.
Change the shroud,
Pulled off the quilt and replaced it with a longevity quilt.
The old man went to the woodshed to cook the meat, freeze steamed buns, and make cold vermicelli in the refrigerator.
The chopsticks were inserted into the bowl containing the three offerings,
Place it on the offering table.
"Burn the paper." The old man said to Jiang Yingying.
He handed her a envelope of paper money.
The paper money was thrown into the brazier and was quickly consumed by the flames and turned into ashes.
There was the sound of a motorcycle outside the door.
The motorcycle stopped outside the door, and a middle-aged man flashed into the door of the courtyard. He grabbed a handful of incense from the black bag he carried with him, lit it with a lighter, inserted it next to the pillar on the left side of the courtyard door, and muttered something. After a while,
Then he walked into the main room.
A thin man wearing a leather jacket, black trousers and slippers walked in and glanced at Jiang Yingying who was kneeling on the ground.
Then he nodded slightly to the old man who called him: "Second Uncle Jiang!"
Then he walked to the door panel,
Lifting the face that covered Mr. Jiang’s face,
He looked at it carefully for a while.
When he looked at the deceased's face, Su Wu was also observing him.
From him, Su Wu didn't notice anything strange - he was an ordinary person, with a faint consciousness of the dead attached to him, just like a person who works in a flour mill, and his clothes are always stained with white flour dust. Same,
A faint consciousness of the dead clings to him,
Sometimes a layer is blown away by the wind,
Sometimes a layer of it is washed away by the rain,
But there are always people dying, and the consciousness of the dead is always attached to him,
In the end, the fragmented consciousness of the dead formed a 'shell' on his body.
What is the use of this ‘shell’?
Even Su Wu didn't notice anything unusual about Mr. Jiang's death, but the middle-aged man looked at it for a while, and his face became serious. He put down the masking paper and felt in his leather pocket, thinking he was smoking a cigarette.
But this leather jacket was put on directly by him in a hurry.
The cigarette was not in his pocket.
Fortunately, Grandpa Jiang Er next to him saw the intention of the middle-aged man ‘Master Yang’. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to ‘Master Yang’.
Master Yang thanked him, lit a cigarette and smoked half of it.
Turning to look at Jiang Yingying, she said with a tangled expression: "How old is Uncle Jiang this year? Yingying."
"Seventy...seventy-three..." Jiang Yingying whispered.
"Already seventy-three,
I've reached my age..." 'Master Yang' sucked the cigarette holder fiercely again and smoked out the remaining half. A long column of smoke came out of his nostrils, "Yingying, just let grandpa go like this, okay? He is also relaxed, and so are you..."
Su Wu stared at 'Master Yang'.
Mr. Jiang stared at the middle-aged man,
Even Jiang Yingying looked at the middle-aged man with blank and hopeful eyes: "Can my grandfather still be saved?"
"already dead,
How can we save it? Even big hospitals can't save her, so how can I save her. "Master Yang" shook his head repeatedly. Seeing that Second Master Jiang was still glaring at him, he could only smile bitterly and said, "What I mean is that it is impossible to rescue Third Master Jiang.
But I can keep him for a while and let him have a few more words with you..."
Can a dead person be saved and leave some last words? !
There are many mysterious and strange methods in folk customs. Even if Su Wu mastered two powerful tricks and mastered the supreme Dharma 'Buddha's Truth Mahamudra Dharma' passed down by the monks in the Vajrayana Realm, he did not dare to say that he could understand everything!
At the moment, he didn't even notice anything unusual about Mr. Jiang.
Master Yang, who had not mastered Li Gui, could see it!
I can only say three hundred and sixty lines, every other line is like a mountain!
Of course, it is not yet certain whether Master Yang really has some skills at the moment or is just playing tricks.
"You can do this if you can,
Even if my brother lives half an hour longer, that's fine! "Second Master Jiang made the decision immediately.
Jiang Yingying also nodded vigorously, with hope in her eyes.
'Master Yang' scratched his head hard at this moment: "I can't do this. I have to ask Shen Dian to come. Shen Dian wants to do something - this matter is quite dangerous and troublesome. Forget it, I'll let Shen Dian tell you when the time comes. Bar!
Are you sure you want to ask for help? "
Second Master Jiang looked at Jiang Yingying,
Jiang Yingying nodded vigorously: "Master Yang, please help me!"
"no big deal."
'Master Yang' shook his head, took out his smart phone, opened the holster and dialed a number. He said a few words to the person on the other end of the phone, to the effect that he asked the person on the other end to come over and have a look. Group 15 of Yutian Village. There was an old man nearby who looked very strange. He couldn't make up his mind, so he invited him.
The 'Shen Di' on the phone also agreed readily.
After hanging up the phone, 'Master Yang' said to Jiang Yingying: "He will be here in half an hour, I will leave first."
"How much?" asked Mr. Jiang next to him.
"No need to give it! I didn't do anything." 'Master Yang' said this, walked down the steps, got on his motorcycle outside the door, and drove away.
Simply and neatly,
Even if Su Wu wanted to ask him anything, he couldn't do it in time.
"Master Yang is quite good." Second Master Jiang commented on the talented middle-aged man as he listened to the sound of motorcycles disappearing outside the door.
The night outside the door is covered,
A bit of chill poured into the living room.
Jiang Yingying knew that her grandfather seemed to have hope of 'surviving', and she stopped crying for a moment.
Yun Nishang went to boil some tea and handed a cup to Su Wu, Jiang Erye, and Jiang Yingying.