My master is the coffin

Chapter 139
I saw that the old lady was a little anxious, so she quickly waved her hand: "Okay, I won't interrupt, just speak slowly."

The old lady poured a bowl of water for each of us, and said: "I know the Journey to the West you mentioned. I am old and illiterate, but I am not confused. I have also heard storytelling, and I know Monkey King and Zhu Bajie."

I turned my head to look at the big holy statue enshrined on the table, and thought to myself: "You know? You know why you still enshrine Monkey King?"

But I just thought about it and didn't say it.

The old lady went on to say: "Tang Seng is from the Tang Dynasty. There really was such a person in history."

Seeing the old lady giving me a serious lecture, I had no choice but to nod helplessly.

The old lady said: "At the beginning, Tang Seng went to learn scriptures with an apprentice. It was so difficult along the way. The monsters and goblins would eat people from time to time. Tang Seng was so courageous that he went to the West Paradise. But his apprentice was timid and sneaked away. I came back. Then I became vulgar and gave birth to a child. After hundreds of years of reproduction, generation after generation, you can see that Dasheng Village has emerged."

I scratched my head and thought to myself: "Where did this old lady hear these stories? Myths and historical facts are mixed together, some are true and some are false."

I sighed and said, "So this young monk who escaped is the ancestor of Dasheng Village?"

The old lady clapped her hands: "That's right. That's it. Hey, I thought you were stupid before, and you were stupid when you went to school. Looking at it now, your reaction is quite fast."

I gave a dry laugh and thought: "Whoever is stupid knows."

The old lady said solemnly: "Later Tang Priest went to the Western Paradise, and the Buddha rewarded him for meritorious deeds. This young monk also had a share. It is said that the Tang Monk went to the Western Paradise and met the Buddha, so he became a Buddha immediately. This young monk will not It’s the same, he escaped halfway back, so his practice is only halfway. The Buddha said, you have also walked the road to learn the scriptures. So your credit is only half, and you are punished to become a monkey and enjoy the incense in the world as a monkey. Later, some storytellers didn't know what was going on, and said that the little monk was a monkey, but it was wrong. The little monk originally It’s a human being. The Buddha punished him for not being firm in his practice and turned him into a monkey.”

I nodded and made a look of sudden realization: "So that's how it is."

Seeing that I agreed with her words, the old lady was quite happy, and said, "So now there are Dasheng Temples everywhere, worshiping Sun Dasheng. In fact, all these incenses belong to the little monks back then. Tell me, in this way, little If the descendant of the monk is not the host, who will be the abbot? Will the little monk be happy if someone with a different surname is selected? Will he still bless us?"

I couldn't help but nodded, admiring in my heart: "Although this old lady's thinking is a bit peculiar, she has her own system and is very rigorous."

We sat at the old lady's house for a while.The fat man asked curiously: "You were inviting the Great Sage just now? What is inviting the Great Sage?"

The old lady said: "Isn't this the Dasheng Temple to be demolished? But we didn't want the Dasheng to leave, so we had to invite him to our house." Then she pointed to the big statue on the table.

The fat man thought for a while and asked, "There is only one Great Holy Father, so many of you invited me just now, who is he following?"

After the fat man asked this sentence, he grinned at us proudly, which meant, do you see how good I am?Ask the old lady.

But the old lady didn't take it seriously, and replied lightly: "Don't forget, the great sage can turn into tens of thousands of little sages when he blows on his hair, we people, that's enough."

I sighed, and gave the old lady a thumbs-up: "Pure insight."

Wushuang looked at the big holy statue boredly, and said, "Where did you buy this Buddha statue? Why is it so ugly?"

The old lady looked flustered: "Little girl, don't dare to talk nonsense. What did you buy? This is for you. Besides, this Buddha statue is not ugly. This is a golden body made by Master Abbot himself, and consecrated by himself."

I couldn't help laughing: "The abbot gave you the light?"

The old lady looked pious: "Yes."

I asked: "Surely I want money? How much?"

The old lady looked unhappy: "What do you mean by asking for money? This is all incense offerings." Then she stretched out five fingers and said, "Five hundred for a family."

I thought about it, there were at least 20 old ladies around the Dasheng Temple just now, and the abbot made 1 yuan as soon as he changed hands.It's too easy to get money.

We chatted at the old lady's house for a while, and it was getting late, and we had finished asking all the questions that should be asked.So we say goodbye.

The fat man asked me curiously: "Xu You, is what the old lady said true? Does that abbot really have any background?"

I waved my hand: "Do you believe this old lady's words? Let me tell you, the abbot is a liar. I let him deceive me the first time I saw him. What descendants of Sun Dasheng, whoever believes it is a fool."

The fat man agreed vaguely.I guess I didn't understand what it meant.

The thin man asked me, "Where are we going now? Why don't we take a nap before the Dasheng Temple is demolished?"

Before I could answer, Wushuang first asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Several of us shook our heads, we were indeed not sleepy, we slept for more than ten hours in the car when we returned from Xi'an.

Wushuang said: "Since everyone is not sleepy, I want to visit the coffin shop. How about you go with me?"

I was worried for a while: "Going back to Taiyuan is scary enough, and now I have to go to the coffin shop. There is no such rush to die."

Sure enough, Wen Yu persuaded: "We just came to Taiyuan, and we are not familiar with the place. Otherwise, we should prepare first and see the situation. It's not too late to go tomorrow."

Wushuang got angry, pointed at me and said, "You guys are not familiar, but he is. Let him take us there. It's almost the Ghost Festival. Don't worry, can I?"

When Wu Shuang said this, I felt guilty for a while.Zhang Yuan is my master after all.He was lying in the coffin shop, and I was always so evasive, looking forward and backward, it really shouldn't be.

I scratched my head, wanting to agree to Wushuang and go with her.But after I took two steps, I felt extremely difficult, so I said to Wushuang: "Don't go, there must be a reason for the coffin shop to arrest you. If you go back now, don't you throw yourself into a trap?"

Hearing what I said, Wushuang hesitated a bit.She is not stupid to know that such an impulse is a meaningless sacrifice.

I looked back at the thin man and the fat man, thought for a while, and said, "Don't go, you two, people from the underworld are looking for you two. I suspect that the dumb man has something to do with the underworld. You should stay away."

Wushuang's expression suddenly became very strange: "So you and Wen Yu will go together?"

I looked at Wen Yu and said, "It seems that only the two of us can go."

At this time, the thin man said lightly: "Actually, if I just look at the situation, I have a way to not be discovered."

Wushuang was overjoyed: "What way?"

The thin man casually took out a blank piece of paper from his body and asked me, "Xu You, what is your birth date?"

I was a little surprised: "What are you doing? Do you want to make a paper man again?"

The thin man nodded.

I reported the horoscope of my birthday, and the thin man wrote it on the paper.Then, I tore the piece of paper into three paper figurines, and let me drip blood on each of them.

Afterwards, he divided the paper figurine into three parts.Thin, fat, unparalleled.Each took one.

The thin man said: "When we arrive at the coffin shop, the three of us hold back our breath. Those ghost messengers will think we are Xu You. As long as they can't search for the breath of the three of us, they probably won't find it."

I was a little embarrassed: "Does this mean that the paper doll has become my substitute?"

The thin man nodded: "It can be understood in this way."

I asked nervously: "Then if this paper figurine is damaged, won't I be finished?"

The thin man waved his hand: "It's not that serious, it's just a little uncomfortable, chest tightness and shortness of breath, it will be fine in two days. After all, it's just a drop of blood, there is no real soul on it."

After hearing this, the more I thought about it, the more worried I became, and I reached out to get the paper man back.But looking at the expressions of the three of them, they didn't mean to give me the slightest bit.

Especially Wushuang, who looked at the thin man excitedly, and then gave me a sinister smile.He happily installed the paper figurine.

I sighed and had no choice but to lead them to the coffin shop.

Revisiting the old place, don't feel bad about it.

As I approached the coffin shop step by step, my heart rose to my throat.

It was already midnight.The streets were quiet and deserted.I am afraid that with this coffin laid, the people in this village have already formed the habit of going to bed early.

We hid at the corner of Cross Street, poked our heads out slowly, and looked in the direction of the coffin shop.

Two more lanterns were hung at the door of the coffin shop. It seemed that another soul was sent over today.

I haven't seen it for a month, and the coffin shop is still the same as before, but the only difference is that there are two more paper figures at the door, standing one on the left and the other on the right.Like a doorman.After adding these two paper figurines, the coffin shop looked even weirder.

Wushuang poked me: "What shall we do now?"

I glanced at her: "Aren't you always very assertive? Why are you asking me now?"

Wushuang gave me a blank look: "If I can enter this coffin shop, can I use you?"

Wen Yu said lightly behind us: "Otherwise, I'll go and have a look."

Wen Yu was about to leave when the skinny man stretched out his hand and grabbed her: "Don't move, listen, what's that sound?"

We listened with our ears up, and sure enough there was a sound coming.It was a burst of music, and there was a crying voice in it.

I couldn't help saying: "It seems to be crying."

As soon as I finished saying this, I saw a procession emerge from the other end of the alley.Wearing white clothes and trousers, these people walked slowly towards the coffin shop.Sure enough, it was a funeral procession.

(End of this chapter)