Quincy's Quiet Contemplation Chapter 6

Spencer Wang went to Yan Ji's store, but unfortunately shopkeeper Yan died the day before. There was a funeral at home, so Spencer Wang went to Defa store. Seeing that Spencer Wang was coming, the shopkeeper of Defa Store specially pulled out a male donkey and fixed it in a wooden frame. He also pulled out a small female donkey and circled the male donkey. The male donkey's whip came out and the person who cut the whip could He stabbed it from behind with a shovel and cut it off to prove that his family's money and meat were made from live whips. He also said that men couldn't stand eating women, women couldn't stand eating men, and both men and women ate Kang. Can't stand it. When word of these actions reached Yan Ji's store, the people in Yan Ji's store frowned. I was invited to sing Yin songs at that time, and the shopkeeper of Yanji store said to me: Singer, you have done your best to open up a singing path for my brother. Spencer Wang will definitely come and watch.

Opening the road to singing is a ritual that must be done before singing Yin songs. I light a fire at the crossroads, and after worshiping heaven and earth, I am no longer me. I am a singer, I am a priest, and endless power enters. My body saw the flames on the heads of everyone next to me. The bamboo pole was a horse tied under the tree. I hung up the flat drum, and what I beat was thunder and raindrops. Then I closed my eyes and beat it. Walking to the funeral hall at home while singing. I walked straight and straight without stumbling or knocking, and my filial sons followed me, folding the hemp paper into long strips and spreading them on the ground to burn. The content of my song is: first, to open the door to heaven and earth, Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism; second, to urge filial sons to choose a cemetery for the deceased and make a coffin and shroud; third, to invite the gods of the three realms and the ancestors of the filial family to sit in the main hall to pay homage to the deceased. To add to the scenery, the fourth is to say that it is normal for people to live and die in this world and not to be sad. The fifth is to praise the pride and glory of the deceased in creating their family business. I walked all the way to the mourning hall. I was sweating profusely. When I opened my eyes, the filial sons began to offer wine and incense in the mourning hall and then burn hemp paper. Weeping and crying, I saw a gray line on the burnt hemp paper. All the gods and ghosts came over and took their seats. But Spencer Wang did not come to watch the fun. And that afternoon, and until the whole night, I sang "Song of Worship", "Song of Flattery", "Song of Regret" and "Song of Begging" continuously. The relatives and friends of the Yan family on the post street were everywhere. Incense, candles, linen paper, and he sent a liter of rice and a basket of bacon to express condolences. Spencer Wang still didn't come, but Easton Kuang came.

Easton Kuang, when the Yan family was inviting the condolences to eat, they also took a bowl and fished out noodles in the big wooden basin. There were too many noodles in the bowl, so he pinched a handful with his hands and ate them, shouting: Salt Woolen cloth? Where's the vinegar? Is there any greasy spicy food? The person next to me said, "It's just a busy day. If you want to eat, you can eat. What are you shouting?" ! Easton Kuang stopped shouting, picked up the bowl and placed it on the wall, still muttering that there was no garlic.

I met this Easton Kuang three days ago.

I stayed in Qingfengyi for a month that time, and lived in the Guandi Temple at the east gate of Yi Street. The guys in Defa Store were all familiar with me, but the one I was best friends with was the bald man. In addition to selling money meat, Defa Store also sold donkey roast. Other guys carried lunch boxes to sell on the street during the day, and it was the bald man's turn to go out at night. He put a lantern in his lunch box, and no one looked at him. One night, after singing evil songs in another house, I met the bald man on the way. We went to Guandi Temple together. The bald man asked: How many houses did you sing evil songs for? I said: Five. The bald man said: If I were the head of the village, I would not let you come. When you come, so many people die! I said: If I don't come, the dead can't enter the six paths, and Qingfengyi is full of male ghosts. The bald man looked around, afraid that there really was a ghost. I taught him a method. When walking at night, press the thumbs of both hands to the root of the ring finger and then make a fist, and the filthy evil spirit will not invade. Just as the bald man clenched his fist, he passed by a dirt field where there was a haystack. Suddenly, a wolf emerged from the haystack. The bald man and I were startled and hurriedly threw a piece of donkey biscuit to the wolf to eat so that we could escape. The donkey biscuit was just grabbed by the wolf, and another wolf emerged from the haystack and snatched the donkey biscuit away. After a closer look, it was not a wolf that emerged first, but a dog with its tail curled up. The one that emerged later stood up and turned out to be a person. The bald man said: Easton Kuang, why are you in the haystack with a dog? Easton Kuang said: Is the dog cold? If I don't hold it while sleeping, will it freeze to death? ! The bald man and I regretted throwing the piece of donkey biscuit, but Easton Kuang asked us for another piece. He said: Oh, sir, give me another piece and I will repay you in the future! I said: What will you repay me with? He picked up a tile and buried it in the ground, stepped on it with his feet, and urinated on it, saying: Remember this place, it will be a gold nugget when you dig it out in the future! The bald man and I didn't give him anything else, but hugged the food box and left.

Easton Kuang devoured his meal. After finishing the first bowl of noodles, he grabbed a second bowl. When he saw me eating, he came over to talk to me. He said: Do you eat too? I said: I have a belly too! He said: Eat, eat, even if a person is dead he can’t eat even if he wants to! He asked again: Is this person dead when he dies? I said: It depends on whether you die or not. He said: Death is not death, death is not death? I said: Some people forget about them as soon as they die, which means they are dead but they are dead. Some people are still remembered after they are dead, which means they are dead but not dead. He said: Oh, then I will die but not die in the future. I said: You will definitely still be a legend after you die. Having said that, I looked at him in surprise, remembering the time when he buried tiles and got golden bumps, and felt that this man was not lying on the ground, so he smiled and said: You have a nice mouth. But he started to scold: They still hate me for coming to eat. With such a square mouth, Wanjia's meals should be prepared for me! This Yanji store is better than Defa store! I smiled and said: Defa didn’t let you eat it? He said: People should die in Defa shop!

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Before Easton Kuang came to Yan's house for dinner, he came from Defa's.

Spencer Wang was eating Qianqianrou at Defa Restaurant. The shopkeeper boiled the best wine, fried a plate of peanuts, and cut a plate of dried tofu. Before the dried tofu was put on the table, Easton Kuang ran in from outside the store, raised his head and said: The mice are fighting on the beam! Everyone looked up at the roof beams, and Easton Kuang snatched away the plate of dried tofu. The shopkeeper hurriedly chased him away, but Easton Kuang couldn't run away, but he spit on the dried tofu. Spencer Wang said: No, let him eat. Whose baby is this? The shopkeeper said: Beggar, who knows where this wild product came from? It has been on the street for half a year. Spencer Wang said: How did he look like that? It’s so weird, the mouth takes up half of the face!

Spencer Wang continued to drink and eat, while the clouds in the sky were weaving cloth, weaving a red cloth, then a yellow cloth, then a black cloth and a white cloth. Suddenly, he saw a woman sitting at the door of a house across from the store, selling bean sprouts. The woman was eighteen or nineteen years old. When she weighed the bean sprouts for the buyer, she held the scale in one hand and held three bean sprouts in the other hand. She leaned slightly and stretched out a long leg to block a chicken that ran close. The chicken pecked at the flowers embroidered on the upper of the shoe. Spencer Wang thought it was too gorgeous and thought it was a dream. He coughed and said: This is beautiful! Rowan Lao said: There are often such clouds in Qingfengyi. Spencer Wang ignored him, stopped eating and drinking, and moved the stool to the steps to sit and watch. The woman weighed the bean sprouts, put the hairpin in her mouth, and when she tied her hair with her hands, she found someone looking at her. The eyes were like a tongue licking her. She immediately blushed and said: Lost! The chicken did not move, collected the bean sprout basket and went to the yard. She did not pick up the bean sprouts scattered on the ground, and closed the yard door. There are door gods pasted on the two doors, one is Qin Qiong on the left and the other is Jingde on the right.