My master is invincible

Chapter 454 Seal Seven (82)

We waited in the main room for a while, during this period, none of us spoke, our eyes were fixed on the front, and our hands were tightly grasping the dragon frame on the side.I was afraid that there might be some problems in carrying the coffin this time, until the Eight Immortals who set off the firecrackers shouted, "Auspicious time is here", all of us relaxed a little, and immediately put the dragon frame on our shoulders.

Afterwards, the Eight Immortals lit a roll of earth red firecrackers, and the crackling sound resounded throughout the whole village. The smoke from the firecrackers filled the main room, making it difficult for us to open our eyes.

Fortunately, the firecrackers were not very long, and after a minute or two, they stopped.Immediately afterwards, I saw that Qingxuanzi was wearing a black Taoist robe, holding a soul-calling flag in his left hand, and a crock pot in his right hand, and he was chanting plausibly.

After reading for about a minute, he held the lime jar high on the top, and said in his mouth: "There is no wind, the sun is shining, and the sun is passing fast like water. Today, there are coffins going west, and all kinds of ghosts are flashing. "

After shouting this, he threw the earthen jar in his hand to the ground, and the earthen jar shattered.He didn't stop, but made a pause gesture towards us, walked towards the ground, picked up a new dustpan, read a few words that I couldn't understand, and pushed the new dustpan forward .

His actions, I know, seem to be a kind of foreshadowing, before the funeral in many places, a dustpan will be rolled in front of the main room.

If the dustpan is on the left side, it means that within a year, someone will die on the left side of the hall; if it is on the right side, it means that someone on the right side will die within a year; No one will die within a year.

And the dustpan that Qingxuanzi rolled happened to be the third type, and it rolled directly to the front of the flat ground before stopping. With a sigh of relief, this funeral was finally auspicious.

Afterwards, that Qingxuanzi stood in the middle of the ground and chanted some spells, and finally shouted with a loud voice: "Li... the coffin!"

With the sound of the coffin rising and falling, some firecrackers were set off. We, the Eight Immortals, put the dragon frame on our shoulders, two by two, and made piles with each other. !"

All of us, the Eight Immortals, worked together to slowly lift the coffin up. What puzzled me was that the coffin was not heavy, it weighed about [-] kilograms, and it was quite easy to lift.

Looking up at the mother and child coffin, I don't know what's going on, Mr. Gao and the others seem to be struggling a little, with a lot of sweat dripping from their foreheads, and so are the Eight Immortals beside him.

What's going on?In terms of the weight of the coffin, our coffin is larger and heavier, while the mother-child coffin is just a thin-skinned coffin, weighing no more than two hundred and twelve, plus the little girl and her mother, the weight is about three It weighs a hundred and fifty-six catties, which is a hundred catties lighter than our coffin.

I cast a puzzled look at Mr. Gao, he shook his head and said nothing, just motioned me to carry the coffin with peace of mind.

Seeing his actions, I couldn't ask any more questions, so I went out of the main room with Lao Wang and the others carrying the coffin. Walk at the end with a paper bag.As for Mr. Fan, with a cigarette holder in his mouth and some willow branches in his hand, he walked beside Mr. Gao, looking very leisurely.

To be honest, this funeral procession was usually considered luxurious, but no one cried during the funeral, let alone beat gongs and drums, and even the sound of firecrackers occasionally sounded, which made the funeral extremely deserted.

Since the funeral was deserted, we were not in the mood to talk, so we carried the coffin out of Walking Horse Village and headed straight for the tomb.

We all carried the coffin in a state of boredom along the way, and no one said a word. We just wanted to carry the coffin to the grave and finish the funeral as soon as possible.

Seeing that the tomb was only a hundred meters away from us, I heard someone shouting from behind: "It's not good, it's not good, the coffin is about to fall apart."

When I heard this, I was a little confused, what's going on?Turning his head and looking back, he saw Gao Lao and the others carrying the coffin crookedly. The coffin was not closed properly by the carpenter, or what happened. There were thumb-sized cracks around the coffin, exposing some descendants.

When I saw this situation, my first reaction was that there was something wrong with the coffin, so I yelled at Qingxuanzi who was in front of me: "Master Daoist, take a rest!"

That Qingxuanzi turned his head, glanced at me, then glanced at the mother and child coffin behind, and said in a deep voice: "For a funeral in two coffins, there is no rest, even if it falls apart, the coffin must be carried to the grave."

As he spoke, he read a long series of words, which I didn't quite understand, it should be some incantations of Taoist priests.

After reading those words, he shouted to Gao Lao: "Each person holds a willow branch in his hand, walks seven steps and smokes the coffin once, don't stop."

Seeing this, I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. When I left the main room earlier, Mr. Fan followed Mr. Gao with a willow branch, but now, Qingxuanzi just said that he needed a willow branch to beat the coffin. coincide?Or that Mr. Fan knew from the very beginning that there would be problems with the mother-child coffin?
Just when I was in a daze, Mr. Gao and the others answered "yes" in unison, and then asked Mr. Fan beside him for some willow branches, and they would slap the coffin every seven steps.

Strange to say, as the willow branch hit the coffin, I saw Gao Lao and the others' faces gradually softened, and their steps became much lighter, as if the coffin suddenly became lighter.

I wanted to ask Qingxuanzi what was going on, but he ignored me and continued walking towards the tomb. In desperation, I had no choice but to suppress my doubts and continue walking towards the tomb.

When they came to the tomb, the sun in the east had already risen, and wisps of the sun shone on the coffin, which seemed to be a good omen inside.However, the reality is exactly the opposite.

We carried the coffin to the tomb, first placed Shen Jun's coffin next to the tomb, then placed the mother-child coffin in the tomb beside it, and then surrounded Shen Jun's tomb with paper objects, and placed them in the position of the Big Dipper array. set it up.

It is worth mentioning that this time the Big Dipper array is headed by the tomb, with paper furniture as the tail, and paper houses and paper figurines in the middle.

After finishing those paper products, I asked Qingxuanzi what to do next.He said, first bury the mother and child in the coffin, and then redeem Shen Jun Yinqi's soul at night.

In this regard, I have no objection with Pharaoh and the others.However, there was one person who put forward a different opinion, and it was Mr. Fan.He snatched the soul-calling flag from Qingxuanzi's hand, and said: "I see you as a little Taoist priest, you don't have much skills, but you have a lot of crooked ideas."

(End of this chapter)