My master is invincible

Chapter 260 Empty Coffin (26)

When Qingxuanzi heard what I said, he was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said: "The white mist you saw just now is actually a trace of red phosphorus powder that I put on the end of the talisman to burn the moisture in the air." , Let this place become dry, the so-called extreme yang must be yin, so that some special things can temporarily show their marks."

"Why is it so fleeting?" I asked suspiciously.

"The air is full of water. After the talisman is burned, some water will naturally fill in." He smiled and explained to me.

I thought for a while and said, "According to what you said, if I seal this space up and burn it with red phosphorous powder, can those footprints be completely displayed?"

He took a look at me, shook his head, and said, "I can't say that completely. Some things are very mysterious. Don't look at my reputation in Dongxing Town. I also have a half-knowledge of Taoist metaphysics, and I can't explain it clearly."

I was a little disappointed, so I didn't ask any more questions, so I asked him, "What should I do next?"

He stared at the 'Grandma Fushaw' for a while, and said: "There are footprints, which means that the deceased has been there. If this is the case, things will become a little tricky. At present, I have two worries."

"Which two?" I asked him.

"One is the source of the plague, and the other is the dead body." He said calmly.

When I heard this, I was puzzled. That day he said that the resurrection of 'Grandma Fushaw' would cause a plague, and now he said that there are footprints of the dead nearby. What is going on?I asked out my doubts.

He said: "The deceased was a 'fairy couple' who knew more than ordinary people, and knew everything about the afterlife. This 'Grandma Fushaw' is probably a cover. I don't know exactly what it is, but there are For one thing, I can be sure that the dead are definitely not kind."

"So are you concerned about the deceased or 'Grandma Vershaw'?" I asked.

He frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I haven't figured it out yet. Both are suspected. No matter how it happened, there is already a shadow of the plague in front of us. Let's treat it as a plague. The two One worry, in fact, one, I worry that the source of the plague is the corpse."

I was a little confused by what he said, so I said: "There are suspicions between the two, so it's not easy to do moral things. If the source of the plague is the dead body, then it has to be handled according to the funeral method. If it is 'Grandma Furshaw' There is the matter of 'Grandma Fushaw', we must first figure out this issue, otherwise, there is no way to start."

After hearing this, he froze for a moment, as if he was making an important decision. After a while, he bent down, touched 'Grandma Fushaw', took out a cinnabar pen from the gossip bag, and spat on it Saliva, and then tapped the little bamboo man's forehead with a cinnabar pen, and spoke plausibly.

After thinking about it for a minute, he bit his finger and dripped a piece of blood on the red spot. Strangely, the blood dripped on the little bamboo figurine, and there was no abnormality in the bamboo garden.

Now, I feel a little anxious. Although I'm just a coffin bearer and I don't know much about the metaphysics of Taoism, I know that some Taoist priests' blood will definitely change when they drip on the "spirits".

But now, nothing has changed.

Qingxuanzi's next words solved the doubts in my heart, and he said with a terrified expression: "We have been fooled, I did not hesitate to use my own blood to test 'Grandma Fushaw', and found that this thing It turned out to be a little bamboo man, and he has never been invited by a Taoist priest."

He said to invite the spirit, I know that this little bamboo man was originally an ordinary bamboo, even if it is made into a human form, it is still an ordinary bamboo, only through the Taoist priest to invite the spirit, which is the so-called, invite the gods from the sky to this little bamboo man .

But now, Qingxuanzi said that the little bamboo man didn't invite the spirit, so all this is an illusion.But, I remember Wang Xi said that his father was born after his grandma invited the 'Grandma Fushaw' here.

But now, Qingxuanzi said that the little bamboo man didn't invite a spirit, and to put it bluntly, he was just a counterfeit and could not protect people.

I asked Qingxuanzi why he said that the little bamboo man was a fake. He told me that the blood of a Taoist priest contains "Tao" in it, which belongs to the extreme yang. 'It belongs to yin, and when yin and yang blend together, some supernatural phenomena will occur.

After listening to his explanation, I was stunned. When the deceased made this thing, how did he do it so realistically? Even the details are so realistic. Could it be... years ago, she knew that someone would check this thing?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. If this is the case, then the deceased is too terrifying. After calculating everything so precisely, perhaps, as Qingxuanzi said, the deceased is definitely not a kind person.

"Chen Baxian, since this 'Grandma Fushaw' is fake, the source of the plague is the corpse of the deceased. Let's start with this aspect first. This is a funeral, and you are the best at it. I can only give you advice from the sidelines." Qingxuanzi said.

I nodded and didn't speak, my mind kept thinking why the deceased would do this?What good would it do her? As the saying goes, "Everything in the world is for profit, and the world is bustling for profit." The deceased should not spend so much time doing some useless things.

After thinking about it for a while, they couldn't figure out why, so they checked the dead chickens in the bamboo garden with Qingxuanzi for a long time, and the result was the plague.

Afterwards, the two of us discussed for a while, and decided to have this bamboo garden be fenced off, and no one was allowed to enter.

I was a little worried about this. One was afraid that the plague would spread during the funeral, and the other was a little uneasy because I always felt that something would happen.

Qingxuanzi explained to me that the Clothes Tomb is a bit special, and if it is not done properly, other ghosts will sleep in it. The Clothes Tomb must be fixed first. This matter can be pushed back. If it is not possible, the doctor can come here to have a look.

When he said this, I was a little moved, but considering the financial conditions of the master's family, I gave up the idea of ​​calling a doctor and led him back to the hall.

When we came to the main room, it was already dark, and a [-]-watt lamp hung outside the main room for lighting, making the main room as bright as daytime.

When Wang Xi saw us coming, he put down the yellow paper in his hand, walked over, and said, "Brother Jiu, what's the situation in Zhuyuan?"

I shook my head and said, "I'll explain to you afterward, and fix the tomb first."

After hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and without asking any more questions, he said, "Dinner is coming soon. After dinner, is there any ceremony?"

(End of this chapter)