My master is invincible

Chapter 347 Nine Coffins (70)

Lu Yaodong seemed to notice my change, kicked my waist, and said impatiently: "There is so much nonsense, hurry up and enter the temple."

"You fucking die!" In this situation, I found that there was no other way to vent my anger except scolding him.

When Lu Yaodong saw me scolding him, he was not angry. He grinned, raised his leg suddenly, and stepped on the back of my hand, which was very hard.

As soon as I loosened my hand, he dragged me into the 'Temple of Death'.

As soon as I entered the temple, I smelled a very strong musty smell. The surrounding area was very dilapidated, and there was only a simple altar. In the innermost position, there were hung Sanqing, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, Tai Pure and moral Tianzun.

"Boy, it's best to cooperate, otherwise, the three of you will be buried in the 'Zhaode Temple'." He grabbed my collar, lifted me up, and pressed me against the wall.

The wall was vaguely damp, I couldn't help but shuddered, and cursed at him: "You fucking murdered the soul of your biological father, and you will suffer retribution sooner or later!"

"Hehe, don't bother you to worry about it. Even if there is retribution, it will be a matter of the future. I knew at this moment that your life is in my hands." He raised his hand and slapped me on the face, with a 'slap' sound, especially crisp.

As he said that, he found a piece of yellow paper, knelt down in front of Sanqing, and said a lot of good things in his mouth, meaning that Sanqing would manifest his spirit and guide him to find the ghost of the old hero.

Afterwards, he took out a palm-sized piece of yellow paper with the old hero's name and birth date written on it, and pasted it on the wall of the temple.

After about seven or eight times of pasting, the yellow paper didn't stick to the wall at all, which made him frowned, and couldn't help muttering: "The yellow paper is pasted on the wall, which means that the dead soul of the deceased is at that position, isn't it old? The ghosts of things did not come to the 'Temple of the Dead'."

Hearing this, I felt relieved. Logically speaking, there is a 'Temple of the Dead' nearby, and the ghosts of the deceased usually stay in the 'Temple of the Dead' for a few days. I don't know what happened. Did not come to 'Zhaode Temple'.

Just when this thought came to my mind, Lu Yaodong suddenly burst out laughing.

I was taken aback for a moment, and when I looked up, I saw him pasting the yellow paper on the wall on the left side of the temple, Ma De, it’s not good.

"Hahaha, old man, your undead is actually hiding here!" Lu Yaodong smiled ferociously, walked up to me with a pistol in his hand, and said, "Mr. Xiao Jiu, the lives of you and your friends are in your hands .”

Hearing this, my stomach was churning. I spit at him and said, "Unless I die, I will definitely not hurt the undead of the old hero."

"Hehe!" He sneered, and took out a dagger from behind. The dagger was about two inches long, and the blade was very sharp.

"What are you going to do?" I stepped back, and a bad thought arose in my heart. Could it be that he intends to use my blood?

As I expected, he took out the dagger and scratched my arm without saying a word.

Immediately, blood flowed out, and then he took out a red plastic bag to catch my blood, and walked towards the yellow paper.

When I saw this situation, I groaned inwardly, the blood in my body is very clear to me, even though we coffin bearers belong to neither Taoism nor Buddhism.However, the blood in our coffin bearer's body contains more or less yang energy, and I am a pussy, so the yang energy in the blood is even worse, once Lu Yaodong smears my blood on the yellow paper.Even if the old hero's soul persists, he will be seriously injured, which will definitely affect the old hero's next life, or he may be born with a dementia.

Ma De, thinking up to this point, I don't know where the strength came from, I ran towards Lu Yaodong, grabbed his arm, and bit down.

He groaned in pain, raised his hand and punched me in the face, the burning pain almost made me faint.

Fortunately, my physique is not bad, but after a brief daze, I woke up.

Seeing that Lu Yaodong was about to smear my blood on the yellow paper, I didn't care about the pain from my face, I kicked hard, and my whole body hit that Lu Yaodong.

However, some things seem to be destined, just like me, the blood from the plastic bag was poured on the yellow paper without leaking.

Immediately afterwards, there was a chill in the temple, and there was no sign of a gust of wind outside the temple, accompanied by bean-like snow scum.

Seeing this situation, I roared angrily, rushed towards Lu Yaodong like crazy, punched him on the temple, and cursed: "You bastard, I will kill my own father."

When Lu Yaodong saw my fist hit me, he backed away lightly, avoided the fist, grabbed my neck, and said with a sneer, "Boy, you are a hero who knows the time and affairs. The ghosts of old things should dissipate. Why bother to make unnecessary sacrifices?" .”

At this moment, a strange sound sounded in the temple. The sound was harsh, sometimes sharp, sometimes hoarse, just like the sound of a mouse grinding its teeth, which made people feel chills all over.The voice said, "How did you know I dissipated?"

It was this sentence that made me stunned, even Lu Yaodong was stunned. He looked around and shouted angrily: "Old man, is it you? Get out quickly."

"Nie Zi, take your life!"

As the sound fell to the ground, a figure suddenly appeared from the altar. The figure was completely black, with a big black cloth covering its head. To my surprise, the clothes on the figure were exactly I replaced the old hero.

Made, is there really a ghost?

"Ghost!" Seeing that figure, Lu Yaodong screamed and ran towards the door.

How could he know that the figure was chasing after him, and kept chasing after him.

If this matter were put in when I first joined the coffin bearer, I might think that the figure is really an old hero.But now?I have a hundred reasons to believe that that figure is definitely not an old hero.

The reason is very simple, my blood splashed on the yellow paper, not to mention breaking up the soul of the old hero, at least can injure his soul, but the so-called figure in front of me can move freely without any trace of injury.

Some people will definitely say, what if Lu Yaodong hadn't pasted the yellow paper on the old hero's ghost?

I can tell you responsibly that there is a reason why every ritual of funerals survives and prevails.

Just like the ritual of "shouting the dead", a piece of yellow paper without any sticky things can be pasted on the wall. This is beyond the scope of scientific explanation. There is only one possibility to explain this phenomenon. that location.

Of course, these are some internal understandings of our coffin bearers. As for how outsiders view this phenomenon, it is not within the scope of our coffin bearers' consideration.I can only say that if you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't, it depends on how you think.

(End of this chapter)