My master is the coffin

Chapter 45 The Free Coffin

After hearing the news, Zhang Yuan's voice also became irritable: "My daughter has been taken away by them for more than ten years, why is she suddenly sent to the underworld?"

Zhi Zha Wu shook his head: "I don't know about this, maybe something happened in the underworld."

Zhang Yuan was silent for a while, then asked again: "How is she doing now?"

Zhi Zha Wu said: "It's not bad, at least it's much better than what you look like now. It's just that you have a bit more ghostly air. You can understand the place like the coffin shop without telling me."

Zhang Yuan's voice was very soft, but his tone was firm: "I want to save her."

Zhi Zha Wu shook his head: "You can't save it."

Zhang Yuan said firmly: "I must find a way to save her, even if I don't want her life."

Zhi Zha Wu smiled helplessly: "If you work hard, you can get things done. We people don't have to carry the curse for thousands of years."

Now, Zhang Yuan didn't speak any more.

Zhi Zha Wu seemed impatient, and said, "Old Zhang, there is another piece of news, you'd better hold on."

Zhang Yuan asked lightly: "So many things have happened, why can't I stand it? Tell me."

Zhi Zha Wu seemed to be hesitating, and then hesitantly said: "Your body..."

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly became tense: "What happened to my body?"

Zhi Zha Wu sighed: "They burned it."

I was shocked and couldn't help blurting out: "Burn?"

Zhi Zha Wu nodded slowly.

Zhang Yuan never spoke.

We were all vaguely worried.They couldn't help asking in unison: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Yuan didn't speak, suddenly, wow.A spot of blood appeared on the paper figurine for no reason.

I pointed at the blood spot in surprise: "Old man Wu, what's going on?"

Zhi Zha Wu sighed: "It doesn't matter, it's not real blood. It's the soul that has been greatly traumatized."

A few seconds later, Zhang Yuan's voice also sounded: "I'm fine, let me rest for a while. Old man Wu, don't go, I have something to discuss with you."

Zhizha Wu sat on the futon and smiled wryly: "This trip has exhausted me. Even if you let me go, I won't be able to go. What do you want to discuss with me? Help you save your daughter or help you find a body?" ?”

Before Zhang Yuan could speak, the cell phone in my pocket rang suddenly.

The mobile phone is turned off all the year round because the Dasheng Temple is not powered.I just charged it up at Li Xiaoxing's house last night.Unexpectedly, someone called today.

I looked at the number, it was very strange.So I got on the phone and asked habitually, "Hi, do you want to buy insurance?"

Over there nervously said: "Master Xu, it's me."

I was a little impatient: "Who are you?"

The other side said: "I am a taxi driver. You forgot? You gave me a business card two days ago and asked me to call you if I have something to do."

I scratched my head: "Did I say that? What's the matter with you?"

The driver said, "I've run into something dirty, can you help me?"

I said decisively: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not free now." Then, I hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I found that the rest of the people were silent and staring at me intently.I was a little creeped out by them.Asked: "What's wrong?"

None of the three spoke.

I dare not mess with Zhang Yuan, but I can't afford to mess with Zhizha Wu.So I stared at the abbot: "Tell me, what's going on."

The abbot glanced at Zhang Yuan and Zhi Zha Wu anxiously, and then said, "I don't know what's going on, but I saw Zhi Zha Wu was looking at you, so I followed."

I suddenly have nothing to say.

At this time, Zhi Zha Wu said slowly: "Xu You, who called you just now?"

Seeing his strange expression, I felt a little uncertain, and said, "A taxi driver. What's wrong?"

Zhi Zha Wu said: "There is something wrong with this person's voice."

I nodded: "That's right, he said he met something dirty."

Zhi Zha Wu shook his head: "It's not that simple."

Immediately, Zhang Yuan's voice also rang out: "The voice on the phone should not be made by a human being. Xu You, the person calling you may be a ghost."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but tremble with fright: "Ghost? Call me?"

I didn't dare to be negligent, and told the whole story about the taxi driver.

Zhizha Wu frowned: "It shouldn't be. The voice on the phone is definitely not from a person. It can't be that taxi driver."

I asked Zhi Zha Wu: "Is it a ghost?"

Zhi Zha Wu shook his head and asked Zhang Yuan: "Friend Zhang Daoist, what do you think?"

Zhang Yuan said: "There should be a ghost trying to lure Xu You to the past, and then deal with him."

When I was told by Zhang Yuan, my heart began to beat: "I didn't provoke anyone, why did you deal with me?"

Both Zhang Yuan and Zhi Zha Wu couldn't tell the reason, but they just told me to be careful and not to run around outside these two days.Although the Dasheng Temple is small, there are incenses for worship after all, and ordinary ghosts dare not come here easily.

I nodded in agreement.But my heart was always a little uneasy, and I always felt that as soon as I stepped out of the temple gate, someone would arrest me.

In the past few days, Zhang Yuan and Zhi Zha Wu have played it countless times, and they are still discussing how to save the master's daughter.

According to Zhi Zha Wu, he would never have gotten involved in this matter anyway, but Master is so pitiful.Her daughter was arrested, and her physical body disappeared.So stay with him here for two days, waste some time, and do some useless work.

Zhang Yuan proposed countless methods, but each of them was denied by Zhizha Wu.These approaches don't work for basically one reason.That is the mute in the coffin shop.

I, Abbot, Master, Zhizha Wu.We've all been to the coffin shop, and we've all seen dumb people.But we all don't know whether the mute is a human or a ghost, and what strength he has.The only thing we can be sure of is that his strength is terrifying.We fight him recklessly, we are definitely looking for death.

It is because of this uncertain factor that all methods cannot be deduced.For several days, things turned into a deadlock, an unsolvable deadlock.Zhang Yuan sighed and sighed all day long, saying that the days were getting shorter every day, and that the father was sorry for his daughter, which annoyed us to death.

The abbot has a big heart and a fat body. He eats and sleeps when he is full every day, and eats when he is full.Open the door to welcome guests at dawn, and sweep the temple when it is dark.Although the incense in the temple is not very good, it is no problem for the few of us to eat and drink.

But one day, the abbot opened the temple gate for a whole day, but there was not a single pilgrim.Even the most pious old ladies did not offer incense and pray for their naughty little grandson.

The abbot was wondering all day long, and in the evening, he couldn't help but couldn't sit still and started walking up and down in the temple.

And Zhang Yuan called me and Zhizhawu over, and the three of us started discussing how to save people.Zhang Yuan must have lost his head in a hurry, and his subsequent methods became more and more outrageous. He even called 110 to call the police, which is really ridiculous.

The three of us were discussing, when suddenly the abbot yelled loudly outside: "Which bastard is so wicked? Is there no place in my house? Put these things at the gate of Laozi Temple? If it hadn't been for reading the classics for several years, Laozi saw through the red dust and became paralyzed." punch you into the womb."

Zhi Zha Wu frowned, and shouted towards the door: "Abbot, what are you doing?"

The abbot walked back cursing, "I'm paralyzed, I don't know who put two coffins at the gate of the temple. One on the left and one on the right, like door gods. No wonder no one has come to offer incense these two days."

When I heard the coffin, my eyebrows twitched involuntarily: "Could it be someone from the coffin shop?"

I looked at Zhang Yuan and Zhi Zha Wu.

Zhang Yuan was hidden among the paper figurines, and I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear him hesitantly saying: "It shouldn't be the coffin shop, if the people in the coffin shop want to deal with us, there's no need to play tricks like this. "

Zhi Zha Wu also nodded, adding a bit of affirmation: "It should not be someone from the coffin shop."

At this time, the abbot also came back.

I nervously asked the abbot, "Is there anything in the coffin?"

The abbot shook his head: "There is nothing in it, just two empty coffins. The workmanship is first-class, and I can't help but want to lie in it and try."

I waved my hand: "Don't be kidding. It's better to get rid of these two coffins quickly. I looked terrified and panicked."

The abbot said in embarrassment: "It's dark now, and there's no one on the street, not even a helper. Where can I get it?"

I said confidently: "Look at mine." Then I walked towards the gate of the temple step by step.

This action startled Zhang Yuan and Zhi Zha Wu, they both shouted quickly: "Don't go out, have you forgotten the phone call from the previous two days?"

I turned around and smiled: "Don't go out, don't worry." Then, I yelled outside the temple: "The Dasheng Temple has donated coffins, and I won't take any money. There are only two, first come, first served."

After shouting this sentence, I retreated.

The abbot blinked and looked at me: "That's okay? Someone would want such an unlucky thing?"

He didn't finish his sentence.In the distance, an old lady shouted: "I heard it first, leave me a pair." However, before she could reach the gate of the temple, two old men obviously had better legs and feet, and they had already put them on. The coffin is occupied.

The old lady was naturally upset, and quarreled with the two old men.

The abbot looked at everything outside the temple dumbfounded, and I patted him on the shoulder: "In China, you only need to write the word "free of charge". Even if it is a bomb, someone can dismantle it and sell it as scrap iron."

The quarrel outside the temple has obviously escalated.Not only were the three of them no longer arguing, but they had already started pushing and shoving.

The abbot was soft-hearted, and ran out and said, "You are so old, don't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the old man picked up a half-brick from the ground, threw it at the abbot's head, and cursed, "You fucking want to grab it from me?"

The abbot fled back in a state of embarrassment, covered his head and said, "Let's hit him, let's beat him to death, I don't care anyway."

(End of this chapter)