My master is invincible

Chapter 451 Seal Seven (79)

After waiting for about seven or eight minutes, my physical strength recovered a lot. I was about to go to the back of the main room when I saw Lao Wang walking over with Qingxuanzi on his arm. Qingxuanzi's face was pale, even scary, and he was panting heavily. Rude, as soon as he saw me, he asked me to go to the main room without saying a word, saying that he had something important to discuss.

I froze for a moment, and asked him what was going on, but he didn't speak, and walked straight into the main room.

When we came to the main room, we sat down next to the altar. Qingxuanzi, who never smoked, asked me for a cigarette, and asked me to bring him a red envelope, saying that this Taoist event was done for me, and the red envelope should not be missed.

I didn't think too much about it, so I asked Lao Wang for 12 yuan and stuffed it in a red envelope, handed it to Qingxuanzi, and asked, "Did the Taoist mission succeed?"

He took the red envelope, looked at it, and finally stuffed it into the gossip bag he carried with him. He sighed and said, "It's considered a success! It's just... Lu Yaodong has a deep resentment towards you. In the next nine years, you will have problems with your body. Others The matter is still the same as the previous sentence, one white is in order, the five yellows are far away from the middle palace, and they belong to Wuji Dasha, money, don’t count on money in these nine years, and in addition, don’t go to the northwest, remember it.”

As he said that, he glanced at Old Wang, and said, "Brother Wang, in Xiaodao's opinion, you'd better stay by Xiao Jiu's side for these nine years. After all, you have been a coffin bearer for decades, and your He has accumulated a lot of sinful virtue, and with you by his side, maybe his fortune will turn a little bit."

"Taoist!" I was a little anxious, and asked, "Why must Lao Wang be with me? Is there something wrong with the Tao?"

He shook his head and looked at me for a long time, but didn't speak.Mr. Fan was like this before, and now Qingxuanzi is like this again. I really have nothing to do with him.

That Qingxuanzi stared at me for about five or six minutes before he asked, "Did you suffer from unbearable abdominal pain just now when the Taoist affairs were about to be completed?"

I nodded and quickly said, "Yes!"

"Hey! That's really the case!" After saying this, Qingxuanzi stood up, walked towards the altar in the main room, lit three pillars of fragrance there, and recited a long series of incantations that I could not understand. Roared: "Chi!"

This scene made me even more puzzled, didn't the Taoist work come true? What is he doing?
Just as he was about to go forward, an accident happened. First, there was a peculiar rancid smell in the main room without warning. This smell was like the smell of a rotting corpse, and it was also like the smell of mud. Nausea.

What's going on?I pinched my nose, and before I had time to think about it, another gust of wind blew up in the main room. The wind was weird, as if it had grown out of nowhere, making the paper pricks rattle.

Matt, what the hell is going on here?

I strode up to Qingxuanzi and said angrily, "Master Daoist, what the hell are you doing? How could this happen?"

He frowned, pointed at Shen Jun's coffin, and said: "Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. When he died, his body could not be released, allowing Lu Yaodong's soul to take advantage of the loophole. Just now, Xiaodao captured Lu Yaodong's body. If the soul is completely sent to the underworld, his body will naturally react, which is a normal phenomenon."

Upon hearing this, I rushed towards Shen Jun's coffin, glanced inside the coffin with the faint light, and saw Shen Jun's face changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Gradually, slowly, it bulged out, and then there was a layer of light blue stuff on the cheeks, which looked like liquid or particles excreted from the body, which looked particularly disgusting.

Seeing this situation, the hairs all over my body exploded, and I subconsciously took two steps back.Qingxuanzi also seemed to have noticed the situation here, walked towards the coffin, glanced at the inside of the coffin, and said: "Xiao Jiu, the corpse will rot faster if it is invaded by ghosts. The explanation is not clear, for the current plan, the only way is to carry the coffin up the mountain as soon as possible, so that the deceased can be buried in peace."

"Not printed seven?" I said in a deep voice.

"Yinqi must be printed, otherwise, the soul of the deceased will not be at peace." Qingxuanzi looked up at the weather outside, and muttered: "These days are obviously sunny, why is it raining inexplicably. "

Hearing what he said, I was also puzzled. The rain was really strange. More importantly, I don’t know when the rain will last. Judging from the state of the corpse’s decay, within a day, I’m afraid There will be corpses flowing out.

Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand to poke into the coffin, and it felt a little soft in my hands. This is the prelude to the decay of the corpse. Maybe the corpse will rot tomorrow morning. It was raining, and the weather was hot and muggy.

Afterwards, I told Lao Wang and Gao Lao about the situation in the coffin. After hearing this, they said that there was no other way but to let the corpse rot.After all, the corpse of the deceased will rot sooner or later, but because of some special reasons, Shen Jun rots faster than normal corpses.

In this regard, I didn't say anything, so I fixed the coffin and sat around the altar with Lao Wang and the others, chatting without saying a word.Because the corpse decayed a little fast, we were not very interested in chatting, and spent most of the time smoking stuffy cigarettes.

In the second half of the night, we were a little sleepy, and we took turns lying on the altar to rest.In this way, I stayed up until [-] o'clock the next morning, when the rain finally stopped, and the shadow of the sun could be seen vaguely.

Seeing the weather, all of us breathed a sigh of relief, thinking in our hearts, now we can finally 'fix the soul' and seal Qi, and regardless of the fatigue of the body, we hurriedly cleaned up the rainwater on the execution ground. Fan, moved the paper bundles in the main room to the execution ground, and was preparing to "fix the soul", something unexpected happened to us.

It turned out to be dark clouds again that day, which made all of us Eight Immortals yell at each other.In desperation, I had no choice but to move those paper products back to the main room. After going back and forth, the originally lifelike paper products became a bit dilapidated, and the arms of several paper products even had holes the size of thumbs, exposing some bamboo. Bamboo.

Fortunately, it didn't rain when we moved the paper bundles this time. After we moved the paper bundles back to the main room, it started to rain again, as if someone was controlling the weather.

This puzzled all of us, even the old Mr. Fan was dumbfounded, saying that he had never seen such a weird weather in his life for decades.

It rained all day and night.On the third day, the sky was just bright, just like the second day, it was vaguely sunny, and when we moved the paper to the execution ground, the sky was so dark and cloudy, it made all of us can't stand this kind of trickery anymore , all scolded.

It's okay not to scold, but with this scolding, the rain in the sky became heavier and heavier, and it continued for another day and night.

On the fourth day, the weather was still as usual. This time, we did not move out the paper bundles in a hurry, but waited until 10:30 in the morning, the sun was hanging in the sky, and we moved the paper bundles one after another.

What made us mad was that just after the paper products were placed, dark clouds rolled in again, thunder and lightning struck us, and we had to move the paper products into the main room again.

Until 05:30 p.m. on the seventh day, my god, it finally cleared up, this time it was completely cleared, and all of us almost didn't cry, Ma De, this day finally stopped playing with us.

Perhaps we were a little overjoyed, and no one cared about the time of the funeral, so we were about to move the paper products to the execution ground. Mr. Fan yelled angrily and stopped us. , It is already the seventh day, and if we want to move it, we will move it to the tomb with the coffin tomorrow morning."

Hearing this, I suddenly realized, and asked the Eight Immortals to put down the paper products in hand, and asked Mr. Fan: "The seven-day delay in the seal, does it mean that the soul of the deceased is detained in the underworld?"

(End of this chapter)