My master is invincible

Chapter 464 Seal Seven (92)

Those Eight Immortals are worthy of eating the dead all the year round. Hearing my shout, they didn’t make any unnecessary movements. They picked up the hoe from the ground and went straight to the coffin. Without saying a word, they moved the coffin towards the tomb in twos and twos shift.

According to our usual burial procedures, when moving the coffin, we would recite a few earth-falling curses. Considering that Lao Wang’s affairs were urgent, I didn’t have that interest in reciting the earth-falling curse, so I moved the coffin towards the grave with my hands .

This process took about ten minutes. Finally, the coffin was moved under the tomb, and it took another seven or eight minutes to adjust the position of the coffin in the tomb. The next step was to bury and seal the soil.

According to our customs, the first shovel of soil should be dropped by the deceased's own relatives.

On this matter, we eight immortals discussed for a while, and finally I decided to let me get the first shovel of soil.There was no other way, since the deceased had no relatives, so the first shovel of dirt would have to be done by someone.

To be honest, it is unlucky for the Eight Immortals to get the first shovel of soil, and it means cursing their parents, but this situation must not be delayed any longer, so I had to bite the bullet and replace the first shovel of soil with three curses.

I first shoveled a handful of mud and sprinkled it on the east side of the tomb, and read a sentence in my mouth, the seal is well sealed, and the four directions are not afraid of the wind.Then shovel a handful of soil and sprinkle it on the west side of the tomb, and read again, the second seal is tight, so that ants and mice will not invade, and finally shovel a handful of soil and sprinkle it on the center of the coffin lid, and read, three seals are secure, and spring comes Don't be afraid of the water not flushing.

After shoveling three handfuls of soil, I gave the Eight Immortals a look, which meant that the grave was sealed with soil, and they understood, picked up their hoes and got busy.

After about half an hour of fiddling around, we piled up a tomb. I took a general look and found that the tomb was piled up fairly well. After letting them rest for two to three minutes, we started to work again.

This mother-child coffin is different from Shen Jun's coffin. Because there are two dead people lying in the coffin, and there are some gaps in the coffin, so when we moved the coffin, all of us were careful.

It took a lot of effort to move the mother-child coffin to another tomb. According to my idea, I burned some yellow paper in the tomb, and then smeared the blood of a pair of roosters on the coffin. As for the cracks, there is no need to pay attention. After all, after the coffin falls to the ground, it will weather sooner or later.

Regarding this, the Eight Immortals and Qingxuanzi didn't say anything, but Mr. Fan put his hand on my shoulder and said unkindly: "Xiao Jiu, I know that you are in a hurry to bury the dead, but there are some things that cannot be done." Save it, once you save it, there will be an accident, the old man advises you, it is best to think about everything before making a decision."

Hearing this, I didn't feel anything at first, and was about to continue moving the coffin of the mother and child, when I suddenly thought of a person, Qin'er.

I remember that when we were in the main room, Qin'er closed the incense for the mother and son, breaking a taboo, if the mother and son were buried in the coffin like this, I am afraid that something will happen as Mr. Fan said.

At that moment, I looked at Mr. Fan gratefully, and asked him: "In your opinion, how should we bury him?"

He stretched out his hand towards me, how could I not understand what he meant, he just wanted a red envelope, so I borrowed 12 yuan from Gao Lao, put it in the red envelope and handed it to him.

How did you know that when Mr. Fan saw the red envelope, his face darkened, and he said, "What do you mean? I am the kind of person who asks for red envelopes randomly?"

I originally wanted to say yes, but thinking that the most important thing right now is to bury the mother and child in the coffin, I swallowed those words alive, and hypocritically said: "This red envelope is specially given by Xiaojiu to honor you, and I hope you will give me some advice. "

After saying this, I pushed the red envelope into Mr. Fan's hand.

He didn't take the red envelope directly, but stared at me for a while, "Xiao Jiu, as the saying goes, you are short-handed and soft-hearted. Since you think so highly of me, I will teach you a trick."

As he said that, he was afraid that I would take the red envelope back, so he snatched it away, put it in his trouser pocket, and said: "The coffin is buried in the shade. There are three taboos. The first taboo is the tears of pregnant women. Bogey, the coffin is incomplete." (The shouting of the first relatives refers to calling the dead to come back, for example, we shout like this here in Hengyang, I am a child, why are you still not coming back.)
I was stunned for a moment, I understand the three taboos he said, but the mother-child coffin was only cracked, not incomplete, so I expressed my doubts.

After hearing this, he chuckled and said: "When the coffin is put into the yin soil, what is important is an aura. As Prophet Lai said, life and death are different paths, and emotions and qi are corresponding. Naturally communicate with them, and qi senses respond to them. Misfortune and fortune affect people." , to inspire each other." (Prophet Lai: referring to Lai Buyi.)
Then, Mr. Fan pointed to the mother-child coffin, and continued: "Look at that coffin, there are many cracks, which caused the outside air field to enter the coffin, which has already affected the aura field of the coffin itself. If you are lucky, the yin and yang qi will blend together. , it’s not a serious problem, the luck is bad, the yin and yang qi repel each other, and the dead don’t sleep peacefully, can you bear this responsibility? Or, as an unlucky person, do you think you are very lucky?”

When I heard this, I was shocked. The Liuding Liujia Burial Sutra seldom mentioned the matter of burial, which directly caused me to have a half-knowledge about burial. Occasionally, I encountered some problems that I didn’t understand. When the old scholar was alive, I asked the old scholar. After the old scholar died, I always asked the old scholar.

However, Old Wang doesn’t know much about it, so I have been burying it according to one method, doing some rituals, and burying it in the ground. I don’t even think about the coffin itself. I just bury the coffin directly in the ground. up.

Take Hengyang as an example, many people put coffins at home, who can guarantee that the coffin will not be bitten by snakes, insects, rats and ants?Who can guarantee that every coffin is complete without any bumps?
Therefore, most of the time, we Eight Immortals don't pay much attention to the integrity of the coffin. To put it bluntly, as long as the bottom of the coffin is not pierced, we all regard the coffin as complete.

What I didn't expect was that what Mr. Fan meant was that a burial requires an aura, which is something I never thought of.

However, astonished as I was, another doubt arose in my heart. This old Mr. Fan was just a paper maker, so it seemed unreasonable how he knew everything about the burial.

Seeing that I was silent, Mr. Fan reached out and patted my shoulder, and said in a deep and deep voice: "Xiao Jiu, you are out of luck now, and when you encounter funerals in the future, don't follow the old habits. Thinking from multiple angles, if you want to think about the benefits, you must consider the harms, and if you want to think about the successes, you must consider the failures."

After saying this, Mr. Fan reached out for his pocket and took out a dozen red envelopes, stuffed them all in my hand, without saying a word, turned around and walked in the direction of Walking Horse Village.

PS: sorry!I really can't bear it these days, and my throat can no longer make a sound normally. I hope everyone will forgive me. If my body can bear it, Xiaojiu has a lot of words these days, and I will try my best to explode on the 26th. I wish you all a happy winter solstice in advance.

(End of this chapter)