The ghost wedding is about to take place, at this time the temple is cleared of all helpers and onlookers, leaving only the living behind, but this matter really can't be accomplished.

  The cleanup is complete, and someone is guarding the exit of the ancestral hall. On the gate, a snow-white "" character is posted, just like a soldier standing guard. These people are here to prevent outsiders from entering, but most importantly, among the few people inside, there is one who stands out with an exceptionally tall stature, a face full of scars, and eyes that exude a fierce aura - this person is Da Shan. There's also a young man with a carefree and frivolous air about him, whose cunning nature is evident in his occasional flashes of cleverness, clearly not someone from our small mountain village - this person is Chao Zi. And then there's another young man who exudes stability and maturity, who has been quiet since the day he arrived, never needing to use words to prove his strength.

  It's just that these three guys are standing there, and the onlookers who can't get a good deal also disperse. As for those people sneaking glances from the hillside, it's really hard to manage them. Chinese people have never been afraid of too much commotion, only that there's not enough to see.

  The ceremony officially began, and Cha Wenbin used a red thread to tie the small paper strips in front of the two coffins together. This is called "having fate tied by a single thread for thousands of miles", which is roughly what the old moon's red rope is all about.

  No red caps, no phoenix coronets and auspicious curtains, no high horses, and even more so, no gongs and drums shaking the sky. There are only a few handfuls of paper money that Zhang Wenbin casually throws up.

  Two small wine cups were placed on the table in front of the coffin, each containing a cup of wine, not much, but just right.

  At this time, Cha Wenbin took out two chickens from the cage that had been prepared on the side, one was a red-haired rooster and the other was a hen that had not yet laid eggs.

  He quickly tied the strings in his hand to the necks of the two chickens, and the other end was tied to the middle of the red rope on the two coffins.

  These chickens are living creatures, they will run around everywhere, and people can't control them. Zhang Wenbin thought of a way, first starving the two chickens for a whole day, now putting a plate under each of their feet, with rice in it, the chickens immediately became obedient and pecked at the rice on the spot.

  Cha Wenbin took out two incense sticks, inserted them in front of the two coffins and lit them. The incense burned normally at first, but as Cha Wenbin's chanting grew louder, they suddenly began to float towards the head of one of the coffins.

  He opened his eyes slightly and saw that everything was ready. He then spoke to the empty hall, "Today, I've invited you all here to bear witness to this new couple. Please enjoy your food and drinks!" He also bowed to the empty hall. If one looked closely, they would notice that some tables had messy fingerprints on them, there were footprints in front of the stools, and even the sound of colliding tea cups could be heard.

  Then, Cha Wenbin held up a small stick with an earthworm tied to it. He walked in front of the two chickens and suddenly shouted: "One bow to heaven and earth!" Then he shook the small stick upwards, and the two chickens wouldn't let go of such delicious food. They immediately stretched their necks up, and then Cha Wenbin quickly threw the earthworm to the ground. The two chickens simultaneously lowered their heads.

  This one move between high and low is enough to complete a kowtowing movement, this kind of trick, probably only those who understand the trade can think of it.

  Then he faced the ancestral tablets in the shrine, which were already covered with spider webs and rotten. These "people" were all ancestors of Xiaodie, and today's grand hall was built by them.

  With the same trick, after completing the husband and wife's worship, Cha Wenbin quickly grabbed the two chickens that were still fighting for the earthworms, and each pulled a knife on their necks, causing the chicken blood to gush out immediately.

  These chickens have fulfilled their mission by now and are making their final struggles in the yard.

  The hot and freshly baked cock's blood has always been a good way to ward off evil spirits, but today it is used for another purpose.

  How to use? However, Zha Wenbin used his finger to dip a drop of rooster blood and dripped it on the head of the coffin that was placed there. The blood slowly dripped down. At the same time, the hen's blood was also put on Xiaodie's coffin.

  As the blood reached the red string, it began to stop and slowly coagulated into two beads of blood, making people feel anxious that these blood beads would fall to the ground at any moment.

  Looking at the incense again, more than half of it had already been burned. Cha Wenbin calmly took a talisman paper with his right hand and held a bell to ward off evil spirits in his left hand. After a clear and crisp "ding" sound, two blood beads began their first oscillation.

  "Clang", this was the second time Zhang Wenbin shook the exorcism bell in his hand, at which point the blood beads began to slowly roll along the red string towards the middle.

  When the Blood Pearl was walking towards the center, the fragrance also drifted gradually towards the center. The paper men and horses in the courtyard seemed to come alive instantly, with their smiling faces and stretched necks, as if they were all waiting for this last moment of the Holy Spirit.

  It's not clear how it happened, but just as Xiaodie's blood bead was about to merge with Chen Fang's blood bead, it suddenly stopped. Cha Wenbin was worried that the situation had changed and was about to urge the process forward when he saw that behind Xiaodie's back, a very small blood bead was slowly approaching - this was Yu'er.

  Nor did he know what Chen thought when he learned that he had such a daughter, a woman who had been waiting for him silently for decades and his own flesh and blood in this cold wind, snakes and rats scurrying around the ancestral hall, just waiting for him like that, but he never took half a step forward.

  Does he regret it? Honestly, I don't know. But if he had known earlier that Xiaodie was dead, Chen Fang might not have lived to be eighty or so. Xiaodie had always been the hope in his heart, and with this hope, he could continue to struggle on in that dilapidated old house. With this hope, he could survive those turbulent years with two major crimes on his back.

  Zha Wenbin somewhat understood why Chen Fang would make a terrified sound when he turned on the lights. He was afraid. Afraid that someone had entered his life, afraid that others would tell him that so many years had passed and there was no hope left.

  So he began to avoid the crowd, and even developed into avoiding light. Only in that dark and lonely little house could he become the Chen Fang of decades ago, and he would continue to guard his dreams, guard that woman, and guard their promise.

  Is it too late now?

  No, as long as there is a lover who becomes a family member, it's never too late.

  "Clang!" When Cha Wenbin's evil-repelling bell rang for the third time, these two and a half drops of blood quickly merged into one, and the two different bloods began to chase each other together, and finally fell into the bowl below with a "drip" sound, which had been filled with rootless water.

  What's even more astonishing is that the two wisps of incense smoke happened to have just gone out, and as the ashes curved, the last wisp of smoke perfectly twisted into a single strand, quietly dispersing upwards towards the top of the temple hall...

  With this, the ghost marriage is partially settled, but Cha Wenbin's matter has not ended. Xiaodie's skeleton had long since rotted away, and tomorrow he still needs to build a husband-and-wife tomb for them. This kind of joint burial grave is different from the usual ones, in short, there are many details involved here. To let the two thoroughly come together after death, they must go through that procedure.

  Zha Wenbin quickly pushed open the door and then dug out a handful of rice mixed with tea leaves from his pocket and scattered it at the doorway, shouting: "See you off!"

  This was to signal those "friends" who came to attend the wedding to leave quickly. After a while, he patted each of the three on the shoulder, which was meant to ward off evil spirits for these brothers who were standing guard. In fact, they didn't care at all, what scene hadn't they seen before?

  Originally, it would have been enough to rest after being busy until now. On the second day, choose a time to bury this couple and that's it. But in the end, something still happened, and the one who caused trouble was not someone else, but our village's Li Guang, nicknamed Ci Tou.

  This guy is a real scoundrel, always up to no good, stealing and swindling all year round. He's always crashing other people's parties, eating and drinking for free, but never brings a gift. And if he doesn't like the food or drink, he'll even pick a fight with the host. All in all, his reputation in our village is really terrible.

  That man was driven out very early that day, purely to watch the excitement. He didn't believe in this stuff at all. In his words, even if he slept on a mound of graves, he had never seen any ghosts come to bother him. I don't know if this is bragging or not, but this kid had indeed done some tomb raiding before. However, our land has been poor since ancient times and didn't let him dig up many valuable things.

  This lazybones had nothing to do, so he pulled a few village hooligans together to squat on the back mountain and watch the excitement. In front of them were the big fish and meat that had just been snatched from the kitchen, as well as the wine bottles scattered all over the place. This kind of funeral was not something he would participate in, but he did have his eyes on the jewelry used for burial, which they called "mingqi". Although Xiaodie's set wasn't particularly valuable, it could still be exchanged for a few rounds of drinks. And since this was the grave of two childless people, if he didn't take it himself, wouldn't that just benefit someone else?

  So he stared at the ancestral hall on this mountain, afraid that something would go wrong. To say that this person should encounter it, then he really could encounter something.

  At the moment when Zhang Wenbin was busy, a yellow deer suddenly appeared behind him, which was the one that my father had shot countless times without hitting it that day.

  This gang of bastards also knows that this thing is a good thing, the skin is valuable and the meat is delicious, but without a knife or gun in hand, can they just catch it with their bare hands?

  He didn't know what he was thinking, and with a convenient hand, he picked up a stone the size of a brick from the ground and threw it at that cunning little beast. This was really clever, one stone hit the head of that ghostly little beast, and its brains burst instantly, dying on the spot.

  This made Stinghead happy, and he immediately called those few little rascals to carry that donkey back home with a hum...

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