My master is invincible

Chapter 254 Empty Coffin (20)

"Brother Jiu, what are you doing with these things?" Wang Chuyao asked doubtfully, holding my arm tightly.

"In the past, I thought that there were no bones of the deceased, but now that such a piece of meat appears, it is not considered that there are no bones. This meat must be put into the coffin, otherwise, the deceased will blame it."

I explained to her and walked towards the wooden door. The meat hanging was a bit high, so I took a wooden stool and put it aside.

Afterwards, I asked Wang Chuyao to let go of her arms, made three bows towards the meat, lit three pillars of fragrance and yellow paper, and burned them under the wooden door.

After cooking these things, I stood on a wooden bench and wrapped the meat with a piece of yellow paper. It was a little soft in my hands, yes, it was soft, giving people a feeling of pinching cotton, as if a little force, the meat would rot. Divide into five pieces.

Holding the meat, I jumped off the wooden stool and was about to walk towards the coffin when there was a 'bang' sound behind me. I was stunned for a moment, and when I turned around, I saw the wooden stool fell to the ground for no reason.

This movement made Wang Chuyao startled. She grabbed my arm and refused to let go, saying she was afraid.Thinking about it, it's no wonder that a girl of eighteen or nineteen is not afraid of such a thing.

I smiled wryly and didn't say anything. I stared at the wooden bench for a while, but found nothing unusual. I turned around and was about to walk towards the direction of the coffin, when there was another 'bang' from behind.

At this moment, I was taken aback for a moment, turned my head suddenly, and saw the wooden stool fell on the ground again, Ma De, what happened, the place where the wooden stool fell just now was on the left side, but this time it was changed to the right side, as if someone was messing with it on purpose That wooden stool is average.

"Nine... Nine... Brother Nine, grandma...is...really back?" Wang Chuyao asked tremblingly.

When she said this, I could clearly feel that her limbs were trembling, and the hand holding my arm was full of sweat.

To be honest, I am also a little scared, but in front of beautiful women, men will not show timidity, and I am no exception.He took a few breaths, suppressed the fear in his heart, walked towards the wooden bench, looked at it for a while, but still couldn't find anything unusual.

Ma De, what's going on, I cursed in my heart, fearing that the wooden stool would fall down again, I purposely let it touch the wooden door.

After finishing this, I took Wang Chuyao and walked towards the coffin. Every time I took a step, I would look back at the wooden stool. Fortunately, the wooden stool was leaning against the wooden door and did not fall to the ground.

What puzzled me was that the two legs in front of the wooden stool were slightly tilted backwards, as if someone was sitting on it.

I originally wanted to see what was going on, but with Wang Chuyao by my side, many things were difficult to deal with, and I was afraid that it would scare her.

So, I dragged her to the coffin and asked her to kneel aside, not thinking about anything, just staring at the ground.

She agreed without thinking.

After arranging her, I opened the seven sets of clothes, put the piece of meat on the left side, and then arranged the seven sets of clothes and put them on top.

After doing all this, I took some yellow paper and burned it in front of the coffin, signaling Wang Chuyao to get up.

Suddenly, a very small voice came from behind me. I turned my head and found that the wooden stool had all four legs on the ground, standing there quietly.

I froze for a moment, walked towards the wooden bench again, reached out and touched the surface of the bench, it was wet and a bit cold, could it be that the deceased had been here?
This idea flashed through my mind, but I quickly rejected it.According to the custom of funerals, it is impossible for the deceased to appear at this time. You must know that during the funeral, the chances of the deceased to appear are not many. The first sound of the gong and the first sealing of the coffin are the only two times when the deceased will appear.At other times, the deceased hovers around the coffin in the form of an aura. When something unpleasant happens, the aura of the deceased will affect the surrounding aura, resulting in some things that cannot be explained by science.

But now this situation is as if the ghost of the dead has visited, otherwise, the bench surface would not be so cold, and it would be even less likely to be wet.

Thinking of this, I turned around and took some yellow paper and fresh incense, and burned them in front of the wooden bench. No matter whether the deceased had really been here, burning yellow paper and fresh incense is right. There is an old saying that is good. Burn enough yellow paper and fragrance, I believe the dead will not embarrass me.

After burning these things, Wang Chuyao was a little puzzled, walked up to me, and asked inexplicably, "What is this for?"

I glanced at her, her face was a little pale, and said: "Nothing, take a good rest! You will have to work hard tomorrow."

"Oh." She was stunned for a while, and replied with such a sentence, then grabbed my arm, saying that she was afraid that she couldn't sleep alone, and let me sit next to her.

I gave a wry smile and didn't refuse, so I sat next to her in front of the Eight Immortals table and smoked, while she slept on the table.

After smoking seven or eight cigarettes in a row, I felt a little confused, and Qingxuanzi's words kept echoing in my mind, "Grandma Fushaw" will come back to life.

Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was already dark, Wang Chuyao was gone, and I was left alone in the whole main room. I rubbed my eyes, took out my mobile phone and checked the time. At 6:[-], I tapped on my head. A few times, let yourself wake up from sleep.Glancing at the coffin, there was no change.

Afterwards, I stood up and found some yellow paper and incense to burn in front of the coffin. This is a funeral custom, and yellow paper and incense must be burned three times in the morning, noon and evening.

After doing all this, I wanted to wash my face, but remembering that the main room cannot be left unattended, I had no choice but to give up this idea and sit in the main room.

About half an hour later, a dozen or so people came to the door of the main room, the leader was Wang Xi and his son, and behind them were six or seven middle-aged women with swollen faces.

I frowned. Logically speaking, since they agreed to come to the funeral, they should fire cannons at the entrance of the village as a sign of etiquette.

However, in the current situation, not only did they not fire cannons, but they were all empty-handed. They didn't even have the most basic things for funerals such as wreaths and fireworks.

I found it very strange, and was about to step forward to ask the reason, but Wang Xi gave him a few glances desperately. I didn't know what he meant, so I walked over.

As soon as I walked in front of Wang Xi, a few women behind him grabbed my arm, raised my hand and slapped me in the face. The pain was burning, and they cursed: "Where did you come from? If you don't find the body, let's do it." You're a fart, you're wasting my wife's time."

I covered my beaten face and glanced at her. This person was a woman in her fifties with dark skin and a slightly fat body. She looked like a farmer.

"Sister, didn't we agree? Why are you still like this?" Wang Cheng smiled apologetically at me and grabbed the woman.

(End of this chapter)