My master is invincible

Chapter 452 Seal Seven (80)

Mr. Fan nodded his head when he heard what I said, and said: "Looking at the weather and time, if there is no accident, I dare to conclude that the soul of the deceased should be imprisoned by ghost guards."

I thought about it for a while, maybe, as Mr. Fan said, the soul of the deceased was imprisoned by ghosts.There is no way around this, the deceased was a gangster before he was alive, and he was responsible for three murders. It is also very possible that after his death, his soul would be detained by ghosts.After all, since ancient times, there has been a saying that yang debts should be repaid by yin.

So, I asked Mr. Fan, "If you are detained, will you redeem the soul of the deceased according to the old custom?"

He nodded, walked to Shen Jun's coffin with a sullen face, glanced inside, frowned, and said: "The corpse has rotted, and there is a lot of corpse water inside, it's best to find some plastic film to wrap the coffin .”

I understood what he meant. He was worried that the water of corpses would flow out when he carried the coffin up the mountain tomorrow, so he nodded at him and asked Mrs. Hua for some plastic wrap to put in the main room.

Afterwards, we looked at the coffin of the mother and child. The mother and child were lying in the coffin quite peacefully. The corpse smelled faintly, but it did not rot, which made me feel a little relieved.

In the next period of time, all of us, the Eight Immortals, began to be busy with the funeral things tomorrow. Fortunately, we had enough preparations in advance, so it didn't take much time to get busy.

It was about 8 o'clock in the evening. We prepared all the things we needed, had a quick dinner, and chatted around the altar again.

To be honest, after holding so many funerals, this one was the only one that was idle. I have been sitting at the altar for seven consecutive days, playing mourning and music.

That night, there were quite a lot of people around the altar, including the six Eight Immortals brought by Lao Wang and the others, and the Eight Immortals who came to dig the grave later, plus some women from Walking Horse Village, the number was about 40.

I stayed at the altar for about ten minutes. During this period, no one spoke, with a sad face, even Qingxuanzi, who was always strict with others, was like this, occasionally sighing.

"Jiuzi, Mr. Fan, Daoist Qingxuanzi, can you confirm that the soul of the deceased was really imprisoned by ghost guards?" Lao Wang couldn't stand the atmosphere and asked.

When I was about to speak, Mr. Fan spoke first. He said, "It should be!" Qingxuanzi on the side also nodded, and said, "I'm afraid so."

Old Wang glanced at me suspiciously and asked, "Jiu Yazi, do you think so too?"

I nodded and said, "Only in this way can we explain the strange things in this funeral."

Hearing what I said, he was silent for a while, took out a cigarette, gave each of us one, and said in a deep voice, "Then, will there be any danger in redeeming the soul tomorrow?"

"There should be no danger. It depends on the ghost's attitude towards the deceased. It is best to redeem the soul of the deceased. If not, I have no choice but to give up!" Qingxuanzi said the truth.

Hearing this, I became a little anxious. The reason why this funeral happened like this is largely due to me. If I can't even redeem the soul of the deceased, I really feel ashamed of the deceased.

At that moment, I immediately said: "If the soul of the deceased is not redeemed, wouldn't this funeral be in vain, wasting so much manpower and financial resources just to bury the dead body underground?"

"It's true to say so, but we have to do what we can, and we can't force it. Once ghosts are displeased, we people will also be unlucky." Qingxuanzi glanced at me and said: "Xiao Jiu , you must put away your stubbornness."

I wanted to say something at first, but seeing that their faces were not right, I suppressed the words, but there was a little more obsession in my heart. I must redeem the soul of the deceased no matter what. This is what I owe him, and I must pay it back. .

Thinking of this, I stood up, shook my numb legs, and asked Lao Wang what time it was, and he said, was the coffin about to be sealed just after the death?

I nodded and called a few Eight Immortals with decent physical strength to seal the coffin. Since Shen Jun had no relatives or descendants at all, the coffin sealing ceremony was extremely simple, just put a bed of thin descendants in the coffin For the quilt, five longevity nails were riveted in, three on the left, one on the right, and one on the midline of the head of the coffin.

Compared with Shen Jun's bleakness, the coffin for mother and child was heavier. Walking Horse Village pooled some money and bought a few decent quilts for children and grandchildren.As for the reason, according to the women in Luma Village, before Shen Jun's wife was crazy, she was okay with her fellow villagers, but Shen Jun was different.

Some people will definitely say, since the villagers in Walking Horse Village don't like to see Shen Jun so much, why do so many people come to help him in his funeral?
The reason is very simple. Here in Hengyang, as long as there are people from the same village, no matter what grievances or grievances they had in life, once they die, the descendants will not be able to afford the funeral. The village will pool money to do the funeral and send the deceased up the mountain.

The quilts for the children and grandchildren put in the coffin are different from funerals. They are determined according to the behavior of the deceased. Any village on our side would end up like this.

Sometimes, I have to say that customs are like this, they have a human side and a bad habit side.However, human beings are like this, they have been living in contradictions and dying in contradictions.

Afterwards, I put the children and grandchildren sent by Youma Village into the mother-child coffin, and I was about to close the coffin lid completely. The old Mr. Fan on the side pulled me and said, "Xiaojiu, the little girl has already looked for you once, and the old man is worried. She will look for you in the future, why not put a butcher's knife on her body, one can calm her evil spirit, and the other is for your consideration in the future, after all, the living are more important than the dead."

When I heard this, my face sank and I said: "Mr. Fan, you also eat the dead. You should know what it means to be buried with a butcher's knife. She is only six years old. You How can you make such an opinion?"

"Of course I know what it means to put a butcher's knife in the burial. This is also a helpless move. Once the little girl finds you again, it may be the time for your death. Xiaojiu, the old man advises you, on this matter, don't Keep going." He took a few puffs of cigarettes and said.

"Hehe!" I sneered and said, "Putting in the butcher's knife will completely cut off the little girl's afterlife. How do you ask me to agree?"

"This... old man is also for your own good, you can just think about it yourself." The old Mr. Fan was slightly taken aback, and muttered: "The same bad temper as your master, who regards the dead as more important than his own life, is really old-fashioned."

(End of this chapter)