My master is invincible

Chapter 43 The Blood Monument
I waved to the little boy and said, "Little friend, how about my brother teach you how to make a game?"

"What game?" He asked me suspiciously.

"You take the three pillars of fragrance and walk around the grave, saying, 'I didn't mean it.' No matter how heavy your feet are, you have to complete the circle." Then, I lit the three pillars of fragrance and stuffed them in his hand Li, "After finishing this game, brother will take you to the town to buy toys, okay?"

"Okay, pull the hook, you are not allowed to lie to me!" He told me innocently, we both pulled the hook symbolically, and the little boy took three pillars of fragrance and turned around the grave.

In the first half of the circle, the little boy walked very easily. In the second half of the circle, I could clearly see something wrong with the little boy's face, and the three pillars of fragrance in his hand seemed to be faintly extinguished.

"Mom, my feet are so heavy! I can't walk anymore!" When he reached the end of the grave, the little boy's legs gave way, and he knelt down, crying to Li Hazi's wife.

Seeing this situation, everyone present was so frightened that they knelt down. Li Hazi's daughter-in-law cried louder, and kowtowed to the ground, crying, "Old man, the child is still young, and nothing can be done. I don't understand, what offended you, you must forgive him, he is the only seed you left me!"

Lang Gao knelt on the ground, looked at me, and asked, "Chen Baxian, what's going on? My cousin is my uncle's biological son. How could uncle harm him?"

I glanced at him and said: "After death, people's consciousness is very blurred, and they can't tell who is who. They can only judge by the aura. If someone breaks the aura, that person will be unlucky, no matter who that person is." , even if it is a biological son, there is no exception."

"Then what do we do now?" Lang Gao asked.

"We can only look at the meaning of the deceased. If part of the consciousness of the deceased can be awakened, the child will be able to circle around the grave without waking him up. I am afraid that the child will continue to suffer from serious illnesses and minor illnesses in the future." I explained. Li Hazi's daughter-in-law yelled, "Auntie, cry more sadly, and the relatives beside you can also cry louder."

As soon as the words fell, the whole cemetery cried loudly and resounded through the sky. I gave the little boy an encouraging look and said, "Little friend, kneel down, kowtow to your father, and say a few words that he usually tells you."

"Wuwuwu, brother, my feet are so heavy that I can't lift them up!" the little boy cried, but he still followed my instructions and said some things that father and son often said.

At the same time, I took out a stack of yellow paper, squeezed it in circles with both hands, and divided the stack of yellow paper into a circle, which looked a bit like a lotus flower from a distance. With a shake of my hand, the yellow paper was thrown towards the tomb well, and then, I lit a piece of yellow paper and threw it into the grave well.

With this fire primer, the yellow paper in the tomb well burned and made a weird, 'crackling' sound, a bit like the sound of firecrackers. I looked happy and yelled at the little boy, "Stand up, run away!" Finish that point!"

This trick is often used in burials and tombstones. Some Taoist disciples call it "Lotus Seal". We Eight Immortals like to call it "burning flowers". Part of the evil spirit and the resentment of the deceased.

The little boy listened to what I said, without even thinking about it, he ran away. He only finished the last part of the journey in a short time, and then fell to the ground as if collapsed, breathing heavily.

Strange to say, after the little boy ran that distance, the burning speed of the yellow paper gradually slowed down, and the "crackling" sound also disappeared. Lang Gao asked me if this scene just now delayed the auspicious time, and I said, The dripping of chicken blood into the tomb well is already the beginning of the ceremony, so it is not a waste of time.

With this episode, all the people present were terrified, and no one dared to speak, watching me quietly standing on the grave.

I found a piece of bamboo and rattan, stuck a piece of yellow paper on it, smoothed out the small imprint of the tomb well, then burned three catties of yellow paper in the tomb well, then sprinkled some whole grains into it, and then caught a The rooster touched the knife and poured the chicken blood from the bead on the Linglong blood tablet.

After the chicken blood dyed the back of the Linglong blood tablet red, I asked the Eight Immortals to move the tombstone to the tomb well. The four Eight Immortals stood on the grave to support the tombstone. Fatty Guo and Chen Tiannan stood left and right to adjust the angle of the tombstone. Stand in the distance and watch the balance line between the tombstone and the grave mound.

The tombstone must stand in the middle of the grave, not a bit off, and the left and right sides must not deviate from the position of the grave, so the eyes of the person watching the position must be particularly good. I heard from Lao Wang that Gao Lao used to be a carpenter, and his eyes are more than ordinary People are much stronger. I will let the person in the watching position go.

Of course I was responsible for the hard work of shoveling soil, but the first shoveling of soil could only be done by the eldest son of the deceased. to replace.

Lang Gao asked me if I could do this kind of thing for me. I said, logically speaking, I can’t do it for me. Considering that he paid for the tombstone, it should be fine.Lang Gao nodded, took the shovel from me, and shoveled a shovel of dirt into the grave well.

Afterwards, I picked some large stones from nearby to accompany the Linglong Blood Tablet, and filled it with the soil from the grave digging well. There was not enough soil, and it barely stabilized the tombstone.

"Go a little to the left!" Gao Lao stood not far away and shouted. Hearing this, Fatty Guo pushed the tombstone a little to the left and asked, "Is it right?"

Gao Lao stretched out a thumb and placed it in front of his eyes, closed one eye to measure, and said: "Push too much, the position is not right, just push a little to the right."

After several adjustments, Gao Lao finally said, "That's it, the position is just right!"

A few of us took turns to stand at Gao Lao's position and looked at it. The position was indeed very upright, so we packed the soil with a shovel. At first glance, the height of the tomb well seemed to be an inch lower than the horizontal line of the Linglong blood tablet, and it needed to be dug again. some soil to fill in.

I asked Li Hazi's daughter-in-law where there was loose rock and sand to dig. She pointed to a small hill a hundred meters away and said that the soil there was relatively loose, and rock and sand were usually dug there for tombstones.

Fortunately, all the tools for the graveyard in the morning were in the cemetery. We took some tools and went to the small hill to dig rocks and sand. Fatty Guo thought it was troublesome and wanted to get materials nearby. Follow us.

Fatty Guo muttered as he walked, "Why can't we get materials from the nearest place? If we insist on running so far and digging up the soil, we still have to pick it up. It's just taking off our pants and farting. It's unnecessary!"

I glared at him and said, "The underworld is similar to the underworld. Every tomb is a home. If someone digs the land in front of your house, don't you feel comfortable? If you are not afraid of death, you can dig it, and they will come at night." I'm looking for you."

Hearing this, Fatty Guo shrank his neck in fright and said, "I want to live a few more years, so I'd better dig in that small hill!"

(End of this chapter)