Mrs. Chu is really capable! After many twists and turns, she can find a "gang" without leaving her house.
Two girls and one boy followed my aunt into the house. (Changed: two boys and one girl instead of two girls and one boy).
Even though Old Lady Chu was half-lying on the sofa, she still had a pious expression on her face.
"May I ask where these great immortals are from?"
Auntie took a small step forward, smiling until her big silver teeth were exposed. Her face was as bright as a chrysanthemum, and she answered for the two women and one man first:
"Sister, they're from Guizhou. I just asked, haha."
Old Mrs. Chu was quite classy and even said a few polite words.
She nodded to them and pointed to the sofa opposite.
"My dear immortals, please don't be so formal. Look at my body. I'm sorry for not welcoming you here. Please don't blame me."
Not to mention that the two women and one man were dumbfounded standing in front of the three-story Western-style building, nor that their calves were trembling when they saw the sentry. Just after entering the house and seeing all the furnishings in the house, plus the marble floor where they had to change shoes, they felt a little restrained but had to hold on.
If people become ignorant, let alone correct scientific analysis, they will not be able to make any reasonable judgments about others.
The “great immortals” clearly didn’t have any immortal aura, but both Old Lady Chu and my aunt almost bowed and scraped to invite them to be guests of honor.
The "immortals" were clearly wearing the most ordinary black corduroy cotton shoes. One of the middle-aged women was wearing a red flowered cotton jacket, which was quite unusual. The remaining two looked like the most simple farmers in the 1980s from their attire.
The "great immortals" clearly said they were from Guizhou, but they spoke Northeastern dialect. It was obvious that they were using the "foreign monks are better at chanting sutras" trick, but Mrs. Chu and my aunt acted as if they didn't notice!
The middle-aged woman in the red flowered cotton jacket sat down first. She glanced around and was the first to speak, while the other two looked around the room with their eyes darting around.
Auntie secretly glanced at Old Lady Chu, and the old lady understood, ah, it seems this is the "great god"!
"You're welcome, Auntie. While most of the people who come to me for treatment, whether for real or superficial ailments, are ordinary people, I, your niece, have traveled extensively to treat illnesses, ward off disasters, and exorcise demons for dignitaries, and there are also quite a few who have come from a background in medicine."
My niece has encountered a situation similar to yours.
I am weak and it is not right for me to go to the hospital to receive treatment while I am sick.
I, an immortal, stay in the mountains to cultivate my character and to spread my fame abroad. They understand!
To be honest, I can tell from your face that we are destined to be together. Even the immortals won’t read the faces of ordinary people!"
Old Mrs. Chu was happy:
"Okay! Okay! I'll trouble you guys to take a good look at me later. I'm old now, and I don't have any real or virtual illnesses. Every day I live is a day I've saved.
Mainly, I want you to see if there's anything I need to be careful of in my home. Also, my eldest grandson is getting married soon, so I'd like to see if I can find him a wife who can bring prosperity to the family and the husband!
The old lady was still cautious, and before speaking, she reminded herself in her heart: Talk less, don't let anything slip, let's see if they have real ability!
The middle-aged woman in the red flowered cotton jacket took a drink from the cup and glanced at the photos in the cabinet in the Chu family's living room again.
She blinked quickly a few times while lowering her head. It was a military family, and it looked like there were more than one or two soldiers!
When she stood up again, she nodded to the man who followed her. This was a tacit understanding between the two of them, meaning that it was almost time to start.
But my auntie enthusiastically said, "It's very cold out. Drink some hot water and smoke a couple of cigarettes. Don't worry, don't worry!"
She held a big pipe in her mouth and was reluctant to touch the cigarettes on the tea tray on the coffee table, but she was very generous and grabbed three boxes at once and gave them away.
Zhonghua cigarettes, before 1988, were regarded as "specially supplied cigarettes" and consumers could not buy them on the market, which shows how "expensive" they were!
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The two "immortals" who were performing the shaman dance took the first action.
A man and a woman are working together. The female "great god" changes her clothes and takes out her stuff from the package. She wears a crown and a robe. The man, who is nearly fifty years old, holds a drum and a whip in his hands. This is the second great god and is the "assistant" of the great god.
Immediately, the atmosphere in the room changed.
Old Mrs. Chu and Aunt Chu had pious and serious expressions on their faces. The fortune teller who was sitting nearby waiting for her fortune to be told also relaxed. She lit a cigarette, sat cross-legged, and squinted her eyes.
The great god raised his chin, and the man who was the second great god immediately lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner. Under the incense burner was placed a large piece of red paper that had been prepared long ago, and the red paper was densely written with words.
Old Mrs. Chu winked at my aunt, and my aunt trotted over and took out twenty yuan to put it on the altar. When burning incense, you have to put it on the altar. They are all "immortals", so how can they ask for money? You have to pay according to your expectations!
The two old ladies are very sensible and understand everything!
The living room began to become noisy, and Old Mrs. Chu even forgot about her back pain. She changed from half-leaning forward to raising her head and leaning her body sideways, watching the "invitation to the gods" intently.
The assistant man, the second great god, began to beat his drum and whip, and the song to invite the god was also sung loudly along with the drumbeats:
"Hey... Hey, hey... High incense, drums beating all over the sky, drums beating to spread the message..."
The great god, wearing a crown and a robe, also moved in sync.
She began to light up cigarettes, one Zhonghua cigarette after another, and her slippered feet followed the beat of the drum.
"Hey hey hey... The second drum beat, and I'm coming down the mountain! The third drum beat, and the old immortal will appear in the shadowy form in front of the hall. Hey hey hey hey!"
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