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Chapter 249 Empty Coffin (15)

Hearing what I said, I stuttered and raised the tile in my hand and threw it towards the left side of the coffin. The tile hit the coffin with a "dong" sound, which was very crisp.

Immediately afterwards, the tiles fell to the ground and shook violently a few times, and the stench in the main room did not decrease but increased.

This made us frown. Even the tiles can't break the evil spirit of the dead. It's a bit strange.

Immediately, I asked them to pinch their noses, bow to the coffin, and burn the yellow paper.After about a minute or two, the stench in the main room became stronger and stronger, mixed with the smoked smell of yellow paper, which made it difficult for us to breathe.

"Ninth Brother, what's going on?" Fatty Guo asked me while pinching his nose.

I frowned and didn't speak. I glanced into the coffin and saw that the seventh set of clothes moved a little. I thought I was wrong, so I rubbed my eyes and looked at it. Mad, the clothes are really real. moved.

Not only did I see this scene, Fatty Guo and Jiba stood on both sides of the coffin, as if they had also seen the changes inside the coffin.

"Ninth brother, what's going on?" Fatty Guo grabbed my arm, his voice trembling.

I was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to answer this question. There will definitely be strange things during funerals, but some strange things can be ignored. Such obvious strange things are rare.

Immediately, I picked up a handful of incense from the table of the Eight Immortals, distributed three sticks to each of them, lit it, and knelt down towards the coffin, shouting, "Wang Xi, make your family cry harder."

It is also a helpless act for me to do this, as the saying goes, if something is abnormal, there must be something hidden. I only hope that the crying of my own relatives will touch the deceased and let her rest in peace.

Hearing what I said, Wang Xi led his family to cry loudly. Not to mention, the crying at funerals is more powerful than any magic weapon or treasure. It calmed down, and the stench in the air also faded a lot.

Seeing that this method was effective, I made Wang Xi's family cry to death. They seemed to feel the changes in the main room, so they opened their throats and cried.

To be honest, I feel a little inexplicable that there will be such a change in the main room. If the deceased did not want to be encoffined, all the paper figurines and clothes were put in.

If there are other reasons, I can't think of them for a while, but I think this funeral may not be easy to handle, and there is an evil spirit everywhere.

After crying for about [-] minutes, Wang Xi's family was crying hoarsely. The stench in the main room had just disappeared. I asked Stutter to smash the tiles again, and the tiles were completely shattered.

After smashing the tiles, I straightened my expression and shouted to Wang Xi's family: "When the tiles are broken, everything will be safe, prosperous and prosperous, and the children and grandchildren will prosper."

Wang Xi seemed to know our Hengyang customs very well. He stood up and took out a red envelope for the three of us.

I didn't feel disgusted either, so I took the red envelope and said some auspicious words to them.

Because something strange happened in the main room, several of us felt heavy, so we sat in the main room and discussed the next pilgrimage.

As soon as he mentioned hanging filial piety, Wang Cheng showed embarrassment and said: "I'm afraid this matter is not easy to deal with. I know the temperament of my sisters very well. They think that the old mother made a lot of money by arranging flowers before she was alive. They usually lack money." The money was short of rice, so I came to my house to borrow money. Our family was struggling to live, so how could I lend them money? During these three years, they would occasionally come to see their old mother in the first two years. In the last year, They are gone, and it will cost money to let them come to attend the funeral, so I don't think they will come."

"No way, the dead are their biological mothers, and they didn't even attend the funeral?" Fatty Guo exclaimed from the side.

"Alas!" Wang Cheng sighed deeply, gave each of us a cigarette, and said, "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. The old mother did make a lot of money by arranging flowers before she was alive, but I don't know. Hidden by the old mother, we didn't get a penny, but my sisters didn't believe it, and said that I wanted to monopolize the old mother's money."

"You really didn't get the money?" Stuttered interjected.

"No!" Wang Cheng shook his head and said, "I swear to God, we didn't take a penny of my old mother's money. Sometimes, when I was in financial embarrassment, I didn't talk to my old mother. The folks in the village borrowed it."

"Where's the money of the deceased?" I was stunned. Flower arranging is a very profitable business in the countryside. It can make tens to hundreds of dollars a day. Especially in the first month, some powerful fairy women can make thousands of dollars a day. , presumably, the deceased was not much worse, and he should have a lot of money in savings.

"I don't know either!" Wang Cheng took a puff of cigarette and said, "Look at my house, it's dilapidated, if I had the money, I would have renovated it long ago, and I wouldn't let Wang Xi and Chu Yao go out when they were 16 years old. work to earn a living."

Thinking about it, if Wang Cheng only got the money from the deceased, he probably wouldn't let Wang Xi and his brother go out to work early.After all, the only way out in our rural areas is to study. Parents have only one requirement for their children, to study hard and make progress every day. In the future, they will be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered the strange incident in the main room earlier. Could it be that the wish of the deceased was not the oil-paper fan, but her children?That's why that scene happened?
If it is true as I think, what is the meaning of the deceased?She arranged flowers during her lifetime, so she must know a lot about funerals and metaphysics, otherwise she wouldn't have invited 'Grandma Fushaw'.

Yes, 'Grandma Furshaw', one thing I keep forgetting is whether the deceased was 'Grandma Furshaw' invited after being called the Fairy Wife, or the 'Grandma Furshaw' invited before becoming a Fairy Wife, this question very critical.

So, I looked at Wang Chengcai and asked, "When did the deceased start arranging flowers for others?"

"55 years, I was not born at that time." He thought for a while and said.

Hearing what he said, my mind suddenly became very clear. The deceased began to arrange flowers for fortune-telling in 55, and the date written on the 'Grandma Fushaw' was June 1959, 6.

That is to say, the 'Grandma Fushaw' was most likely made by the deceased herself. Mad, how could this be? If she made it herself, she might have inserted those embroidery needles by herself.

Thinking of this, I was shocked, why did the deceased do this?I didn't care about the matter of filial piety, so I asked Jiba to discuss with Wang Chengcai and the others, while I stood up and rushed towards the bamboo garden.

When he came to the bamboo garden, Qingxuanzi was squatting in front of 'Grandma Fushaw', propping his chin with one hand, his face was serious, as if he was thinking about something.

I walked over, squatted beside him, and quickly asked, "Master Daoist, did the deceased invite this 'Grandma Fushaw' himself?"

He glanced up at me, nodded, and said, "Yes, the deceased indeed invited me."

I was a little curious about how he saw it, so I asked him why he said that. He pouted at the 'Grandma Fershaw' and said, "Look at the twelve small holes on that bamboo man's body. There are traces of scalding all around. If we Taoist priests were invited to make this thing, we would definitely not be so careful. The only explanation is that this thing was made by the deceased himself. Only in this way can each small hole be made so meticulous."

Hearing this, I decided to look at the twelve small holes on the body of 'Grandma Fushaw', and it was indeed as Qingxuanzi said, there was a faint black spot beside those small holes, which should have been scalded with red-hot wire.

ps: review at the hospital today, make up tomorrow.

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