The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 1076 The coffin bearer (second update)

Daxiong sat on the ground and recited the mantra of passing away, while I searched for things that could be used in the house.

The coffin has already been prepared, and there is ready-made paper money in the room. At this time, it must be enough to burn paper money for the old man.

I took the brazier, put it on the ground, threw a lot of paper money into it, and then imitated my grandfather and sprinkled the coffin with paper money.

After thinking about it for a while, he opened the door and took a look outside. There were many people outside, and they had already started setting up banquets and preparing for dinner.

On a very cold day, there are more than a dozen tables in the yard, all of different styles, and they are all borrowed.

In fact, the people in the Northeast are all from the village. When a family is in trouble, dozens of families come to help. The pots, pans, gas stoves and other items are quickly assembled, and the yard is filled with the smell of meat.

I found that the stewed Northeast dish is really suitable for eating in winter. The key is that there are all kinds of dishes in it, and it is so refreshing no matter how you eat it.

It's a pity that I can only watch them eat now, and I can only swallow my saliva.

Everyone else was very lively, only Village Chief Xiong sat nervously by the door, looked at the door solemnly, and when he saw the door opened, he immediately got up and said to me: "Mr. Ou?"

I waved at him, and the old man's face immediately collapsed again, and Xiaobu ran to me and asked, "What's the matter, what do you order?"

I threw him a brazier: "Go get some ashes, and then call a few men to come in and help. Forget about Xiao Lian, just go straight into the coffin."

Village Chief Xiong bit his lips in embarrassment: "It's easy to find a man, but old man Zhang is like that, who would dare to do it?"

I gave him a reassuring look and said: "It's okay, I will tie it up with a white cloth later, they just need to do it."

Village Chief Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "I heard that this kind of thing will cause conflicts, so nothing will happen to them when they turn around, right?"

I comforted him and said, "I'll just go back and do something for them one by one. Otherwise, the whole village will be in bad luck."

Village Chief Xiong nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

It can be seen that he still doesn't believe it, but at this time, he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he has no choice but to believe it.

Nobita sat cross-legged next to the corpse, chanting scriptures non-stop, I could clearly see bursts of Sanskrit rushing into the weight of the old, dark body, those dark purple skins that looked like frostbite were slowly healing , but the healing speed is really slow, painfully slow.

I saw that the situation was a bit tricky, so I walked over to the old man. The dark sword came out of the body and pierced directly into the top of the old man's head. Lei Jing, leading the generals of the sky, leading the soldiers of the sky, sending out the drums of the sky, raising the stars of the sky, flying the gold essence, holding the fire wheel, distributing the qi, cutting the goblins, groaning and moaning, taking the five thunders and moving quickly. Haste like a law."

As the spell disappeared, streaks of purple lightning appeared on the top of the old Zhang's head, crackling, as if a frying pan had exploded.

Although I don't know what kind of evil spirits are on this old Zhang's head, but this Bing Zhen Thunder Curse is used to suppress evil spirits, so it must have some deterrent effect.

Sure enough, as soon as the Soldier Spell came out, the wounds on the old Zhang's head immediately improved a lot. At least the black blood stopped flowing out, and the purple wound healed much faster with Daxiong's scriptures.

Soon, Village Chief Xiong knocked on the door.

I immediately tore off a piece of white canvas, wrapped old man Zhang's head into a mummy, and then opened the door to signal Village Chief Xiong to come in.

Village Chief Xiong beckoned, and immediately followed behind him were fifteen or six burly men. Northeast men are burly men. Each of these men is more than 1.8 meters tall. They are all shaped like hills, and they wear winter jackets , walked in like bears one by one, although the main room was big, it looked a little too big.

Village Chief Xiong gave a brief introduction: "These are hunters and pig butchers in our village. Usually, people pass by in the village, and they are the ones who handle it. It's still very easy to carry a coffin."

A man with a red face came out of those men: "We are all professional coffin bearers. If you say how to do it, we will do it."

My eyes lit up. In our hometown, there is a professional coffin-carrying team. They are all strong men, and they are professional coffin-carriers.

The coffin-carriers over there are very talkative. The coffins are tied with bamboo strips, which are clamped by several big bamboo poles. The coffin-carriers have a special slogan, which is different from ordinary heavy-lifters. Loud, giving people a feeling of piercing the sky, which means that the soul of the deceased will ascend to heaven, and the future generations will be prosperous and rich.

When the coffin goes up the mountain, the coffin bearers will swing the coffin, that is, two groups of people will shake the coffin and push each other, and the winning side will be rewarded.

Of course, this rewards the female family members of the deceased. Relatives such as daughters and granddaughters directly put money on the coffin of the deceased. In our side, the saying is called "building a stool". In the past, the rural areas were poor, and those who had no money would build a few packs of cigarettes. , the coffin bearers also carried it.

In their words, this is a work of conscience. After a dozen men lifted the coffin for a day, their arms would be swollen when they went back at night. It was not so easy to lift.

In short, different places have different customs. Village Chief Xiong found all the coffin bearers here. Everyone knows how to do it, so I am much more relaxed. Without a word, I lifted the lid of the coffin, and Nobita pulled it. The Buddha beads made of relics followed the old Zhangtou's body and got up.

Originally, only three or four people were enough for the old man to be put into the coffin, but the four big men stood beside the old man and lifted the door panel in a daze.

"Huh? What are you guys doing? Carrying a dead body?"

The leading man was about to pick up the corpse, but found that these guys were bent over and squatting without even moving their places.

The faces of the four men were flushed, and they seemed to be unaware of any abnormalities. One of them shouted, "Second brother, this is too serious."

The second brother stomped and scolded: "You soft goods, were you cleaned up by the old woman last night, will this become soft-legged shrimp?"

These guys all want to save face, and they usually compare each other who is stronger, and they will be called soft-legged shrimps, and they are all excited.

"Take off your clothes and shout slogans. Everyone is wearing such thick clothes. Isn't it stupid that you can't use your strength?"

The guy called Second Brother was the first to tear off his cotton padded jacket, even the small jacket inside, revealing a muscular body, dark and dark.

The few remaining people were not far behind, and threw off their clothes one by one, revealing their strong muscles.

The four people faced a door panel and a dry and thin corpse, as if they were facing a coffin weighing a thousand kilograms. The bodies of the four sank down, their arms stuck on the door panel, and they all let out a long howl.

　It's the last day of this month, ask for a monthly ticket
　　
　
(End of this chapter)