My master is invincible

Chapter 970 Colorful Coffin (93)

I took a deep breath. If the teacher hadn't lied to me back then, the flames in the colorful coffin should have been extinguished. If it hadn't been extinguished, I had the urge to go back to school and ask the teacher for tuition.

Just like that, I waited by the side of the coffin for a while, and gradually, the burning smell became weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, my frown relaxed. The flame should have been extinguished. I reached out to touch the coffin, and it felt a little hot when I started it. Cool, it should be fine.

Now, I am completely relieved, the teacher did not lie to me back then.

Afterwards, I didn't take care of the coffin any more, I planned to wait for Chen Erbei and the others to come back, and then fix the coffin, and I took advantage of this gap to start messing with the Dark Eight Immortals.

The materials used by the Dark Eight Immortals, in addition to the white paper and chicken blood that have been prepared, also need to use my birthday horoscope and blood from the tip of my tongue, together with some special spells, so that the Dark Eight Immortals can bestow the power of 'God', To put it bluntly, it is to borrow the luck of Lu Dongbin and other Eight Immortals.

Of course, this is something passed down within our Eight Immortals. As for whether we can borrow the luck of the "God", we Eight Immortals don't know, but the ancestors have passed it down like this, so we just do it.

So, I first pricked the tip of my tongue with an embroidery needle, took some blood, mixed it with chicken blood, then wrote my birthday horoscope on white paper, burned it in a bowl of chicken blood, and finally chanted some spells to prepare Work is completely fine.

The next step is to fold a human figure out of white paper, I'm pretty ingenious!The folded paper figurine is not very pretty, but it is definitely not ugly.

It was about noon, and I finally folded the eight paper figurines, and I was about to start drawing the portraits of the Eight Immortals on the paper figurines.

To be honest, I am naturally indifferent to painting, and what I drew can only be described as ugly by two people. It took nearly three hours to paint the eight paper figurines of Lu Dongbin and Tieguai. Portraits of Li and other eight immortals.

The material pigment used in painting is chicken blood.

After drawing these eight portraits, I glanced roughly, and could only vaguely see the outlines of the eight gods. In desperation, I had to write the names of the eight gods on the back of these paper figurines, and then put the paper People are placed on the side of the colorful coffin according to the eight directions of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon when the eight paper figurines were arranged. Yang Yan and Li Jiangang just came back. When they saw me making paper figurines, Yang Yan came over and squatted beside me, "Ninth brother, what are you doing?" ?”

I raised my head, glanced slightly, and said, "Posha!"

As I said that, I suddenly remembered the purpose of Yang Yan and the others going out, so I asked him, "How about the grandson and granddaughter of the deceased?"

"After working in the hospital for most of the day, except for a little anemia, there is no physical problem." He said.

I asked him again, "Are you sure?"

He nodded and said, "I don't trust those doctors. I did all the examinations myself. I can say for sure that the two children are absolutely fine."

As he said that, he seemed to think of something, and added: "Ninth brother, the cost of this inspection was all paid by Brother Li in advance, and it cost more than 6000 yuan in total."

I hummed, thanked Li Jiangang, and said, "After the funeral, I will transfer the 6000 yuan to your card."

"The matter of money is not urgent!" Then Li Jiangang came over, looked at the eight paper figurines suspiciously, and said, "Palace Master, are these eight paper figurines the patriarchs of our Eight Immortals?"

I smiled awkwardly, probably because my drawing skills were too bad, so I said: "It is indeed the eight patriarchs of our Eight Immortals. I plan to use their luck to get rid of the remaining two evil spirits in this colorful coffin."

"Is this method okay?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the eight paper figurines.

Immediately I knocked his arm off and said, "We've got to try."

After I finished speaking, I stood up, and I was about to try a ceremony, but Li Jiangang stood up with me, hesitant to speak, and tried to speak several times, but finally failed.

This made me dumbfounded, so I said, "Jiangang, there is nothing we can't say between us."

He touched the back of his head and said in a deep voice, "I saw Han Jingui in the town."

I was taken aback and asked him, "Then what?"

"He...he is with You Shusong, they seem to be very close."

When he said this, Li Jiangang seemed very angry, and continued: "I didn't expect Han Jingui to be such a person. When he was the palace lord, I felt that he was not bad, and everything was a priority. Considering the face of our Eight Immortals Palace, and now..."

As he spoke, he sighed, "Money can really corrode any kind heart."

I smiled and explained: "I don't think so, just like you and my heart, will it be corrupted by money?"

"That's right, maybe Han Jingui's pursuit is the same as ours!"

After saying this, he stared straight at me and asked me: "Palace Master, if one day you become like Han Jingui, I will kill you with my own hands."

I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him, "Why?"

He said: "I, Li Jiangang, have seldom convinced people in my life. You, Chen Jiu, I have completely convinced you. In my heart, you are now my spiritual pillar, supporting me to continue walking in the coffin-bearer profession." , If one day, the spiritual pillar collapses, my whole life will lose its meaning, and instead of living like a walking dead, I might as well drag you to hell with me."

I glanced at him in surprise. When I first met him, Han Jingui told me that this Li Jiangang has been a coffin bearer since he was young, and it has been 25 years. It can even be said that his life is the best I have dedicated my youth to the Eight Immortals.

I didn't speak, I patted his shoulder heavily, and then thumped my chest heavily.

Then Li Jiangang looked at my movements, smiled, and said, "Master, I believe you are not the kind of person who puts too much emphasis on money."

I hummed, and said a few words to him casually, roughly about the Eight Immortals, and told him that there are some things, don't be confused by what you see, maybe Han Jingui has his own unspeakable secrets.

Then Li Jiangang was very worried about Han Jingui's 'rebellion', and tried to go to Han Jingui several times to discuss it, but I stopped him.

Just as I was talking to Li Jiangang, Chen Erbei and the four brothers Feng Tiao Yushun also came back. To my surprise, You Tianming also came back, followed by an old man. I knew that old man, not someone else. It was his master, Mr. Duan.

After a short period of surprise, a doubt arose in my heart. Didn't this passage say that it would not be involved in this funeral?So what is he going to do here now?

(End of this chapter)