After the farewell ceremony ended, my dad and grandpa were wheeled away to be cremated.
By the time they reached my hands, they had already been placed in urns.
After a whole lifetime, all that remained were these two handfuls of ashes.
My grandpa believed in mysticism and valued tradition, so while he was alive, he had said he wanted to be laid to rest in the earth when he died.
But burials were no longer allowed, so I could only choose a better cemetery to inter their ashes. That counted as being laid in the earth, too.
In just one short month, I had lost three people who were very important to me, one after another.
But life had to go on. After leaving the cemetery, I went home and tidied up the house.
Before my dad and grandpa passed away, they had arranged everything, depositing all their money into my payroll account-around five hundred thousand yuan.
The house had also been transferred into my name several years earlier.
They hadn't left much behind, just a book called Six Lines Mysteries.
My dad had been reading this book before. I hadn't known exactly what kind of book it was, only that it concerned mysticism.
I took the book to Zhao Laoqi to ask him about it.
"Your dad seemed to know how to draw talismans, too. He probably learned it from this."
As Zhao Laoqi leafed through the book, he said, "This book has quite a history, and it's pretty old, too. I reckon your grandpa learned what he knew from it as well."
I asked Zhao Laoqi whether it was an evil book.
Zhao Laoqi shook his head. "No, it's a legitimate book, and its contents are very broad and profound."
"Then could you explain exactly what's in