A bunch of incense in the incense burner in the living room was emitting thick smoke, accompanied by the sound of drums and singing. I looked closely and saw the god sitting on the bench in the middle of the room.
The "goddess" was wearing strange clothes, with a cigarette in her mouth. There were cigarette butts on the marble floor. Her facial features were surrounded by smoke, and her feet were no longer moving slowly, but faster, with both toes tapping the ground at the same time. The frequency was so fast that people without special training could not do it at all.
The second great god saw that the "great god" had come to his senses and was excited. He thought that the immortal was about to possess him. He began to beat the drum and whip, singing and spinning in circles. His singing became louder and faster:
"One drumbeat brings the message! Two drumbeats bring the message down the mountain! Three drumbeats bring the shadowy figure of the immortal to the hall! Hey, hey, hey!"
The goddess was even more unusual this time. Not only did she keep tapping the ground with her feet, but her hands, which were originally placed on her thighs, also began to clap along with the drum beats. The "pa pa pa" clapping sounds echoed throughout the living room.
Suddenly, her whole body began to tremble, her teeth clenched in pain, her eyes slightly closed, and her joints made a crackling sound as she trembled.
Old Mrs. Chu unconsciously reached out to grab her aunt to support herself, hoping that her "knowledgeable" sister would give her courage.
"The Great God" was twitching more and more. This time, not only was her whole body shaking, she couldn't even hold the cigarette in her mouth, and her lips were trembling.
The "great god" muttered and chanted something, as if singing or talking. She began to stretch her arms and twist her waist. This series of actions scared Old Mrs. Chu so much that her eyes widened, and scared my aunt so much that she concentrated her attention, her eyes full of "respect".
Clapping along with the drumbeat, the "Goddess" finally spoke to everyone after a series of preparations. The first sound she made was:
“Aha!”
The sharp voice was completely different from the voice of the middle-aged woman in the red flowered cotton jacket. Old Mrs. Chu was so frightened that she grabbed her aunt's hand tightly, instinctively dodged backwards, and sprained her waist again.
But she didn't care about her back pain. She concentrated on watching and listening to the conversation between the possessed "immortal" and the two gods.
The man approached the woman and asked respectfully, "Which great god has come down the hill?"
The "great god" pinched his throat and said in a shrill voice, almost singing:
"I'm the messenger from the Huangtang Hall... The Hu family's headmaster will be seated soon to read to the Peach Fairy!"
Old Madam Chu grabbed hold of Auntie and asked in a trembling voice, "Er, Erya, who is she seeing?"
The knowledgeable and experienced auntie explained in a low voice: "Sister, the Peach Fairy refers to us women. Just like a boy refers to a boy..."
When Mrs. Chu was about to ask again, "Why is it the Huangtang and the Hu family? Is it a yellow-skinned man or a fox fairy?", a sharp voice came towards her.
"You have very little luck with children! At least one of your children has long since left you!"
After hearing this, Mrs. Chu's tears suddenly started to fall as if the string had broken.
She cried with extreme grievance, staring intently at the possessed Great God and said:
"Well, that! My oldest son passed away a few years ago, so I only have two sons. I got hurt after giving birth to the second one, and I haven't had any since."
My aunt cried beside me, "Great Immortal, please have mercy on my sister. She's eighty years old. We don't ask for anything else, just blessings for the rest of the family. Can you take a look at what's wrong with her? She's been sick and injured lately!"
Ever since the immortal took the initiative to say these words to Old Lady Chu, she was no longer afraid, but became respectful. Not only did she believe in her heart, but every cell in her body believed in it.
The "great god" began to give guidance.
To put it simply:
From Chu Hongtian suddenly fainting, Liang Yinqiu making trouble, to Chu Yifeng getting injured while on a normal mission, none of the family members had any "real illnesses", they were all "virtual illnesses".
The Great God said it! Although it was a lyric, Mrs. Chu was confused, but she couldn't stop the assistant of the Second Great God from explaining it.
It is said that the reason why Liang Yinqiu acted like a troublemaker, wanting to leave home and separate from the family, was because she "had to!"
“…She was walking down the street at night when she heard an old lady calling her. She turned back, but couldn’t find her. As a result, she blew out the lantern on her right shoulder.
There are only three lights in the human body. The left and right shoulders are the lights of luck. If they are extinguished, chaos will occur. The top of the head is the light of life. If it is extinguished, life will end.
Your eldest daughter-in-law has attracted an old ghost. The old lady has been wandering around for years and has not been reincarnated. She is very powerful and has been haunting her, so she has to act like a demon.
Mrs. Chu and Auntie were relieved. They moved in unison, slapped their thighs, and shouted loudly, "Oh my God, what should we do?!"
The "great god" continued to sing sharply, and the "great god" also said that Chu Hong was destined to be a "rich and powerful" person, and so on, a series of compliments, and even praised him for fainting suddenly this time.
"Your eldest son carries evil spirits. He was about to suffer a bloody disaster, but he suddenly fainted and washed away the disaster."
This old lady understands.
Old people generally believe in one thing, that is, you are only as blessed as you are, and you cannot escape the misfortunes you are destined to have.
That's why there's the saying "Excessive joy leads to sorrow." When your blessings are gone, isn't that the end of the world? That's why the old folks often say, "Don't waste food." How much food a person eats in their lifetime is predetermined.
The old lady thought it was pretty much the same. Her eldest son had been destined for this disaster, and now that "blood disaster" had turned into fainting, it was a good thing to think about.
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