White Bone Monkey King

The Song family is a famous local grain merchant in Jiangzhou Prefecture.

Rich family fortune.

There are more than a dozen rice shops in Fucheng alone.

The Song family passed into the hands of Song Haichuan, and the business expanded again. In addition to grain, oil, salt and vinegar, it was said that in recent years there were plans to develop into ceramics and navigation trade.

Song Haichuan devoted his whole life to doing business and had no intention of loving his children. He only had one official wife who was married to a matchmaker, and did not take any concubines. He only had two children. The eldest son Song Yunfei was twenty years old, handsome and well-equipped in both civil and military affairs. The younger daughter Song Zhizhi He was eighteen years old and had not yet left the cabinet.

In the Song family today, Bai Ling is keeping vigil, and white lanterns are laid out like a long corridor. Today is the day when Song Zhizhi has finished his first seven days and is preparing for the funeral and burial. Relatives and friends from all walks of life gather at the Song family to pay their last respects to the beautiful Song Zhizhi.

As the funeral time approached, desolate cries came from the Song family mourning hall. Mrs. Song's eyes were swollen from crying, and she lay beside the white coffin and cried in despair.

The most heartbreaking thing is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift.

Listening to Song's desperate cries, some female relatives also wiped away tears with their eyes red. People's hearts are full of flesh. They are Song Zhizhi's elders. They watched Song Zhizhi grow up since they were young. They were talking and laughing a few days ago. The person died so suddenly, and everyone felt sorry for Song Zhizhi.

The people standing in the mourning hall to preside over the mourning ceremony were the oldest clan elder of the Song family and several middle-aged Taoist priests. The elder told the story of Song Zhizhi’s life with a heavy face, then asked relatives and friends to come forward to mourn, and then looked up at the sky. At this time, the sky and the earth were clear and slightly bright, which happened to be the end of the first day of the lunar month. After consulting several Taoist priests, the elder shouted: "The time has come. The twelve zodiac signs are snake, rabbit, dog, The chicken avoids, prepares to carry the coffin, mourns, and goes on the road.”

Mrs. Song almost fainted from crying when she heard that her daughter was about to leave. She cried sadly while holding her daughter's coffin, hoping that it was all just a nightmare and that her daughter would wake up and continue to call her mother.

Even Song Haichuan, a determined businessman who runs the shopping mall, had red eyes and shed tears, and his face was haggard, as if he had aged ten years.

Seeing Mrs. Song holding the coffin and crying and refusing to let go, the clan elder and several Taoist priests looked at the sky, sighed, and called for servants to help Mrs. Song away. They could not delay the funeral.

But Mrs. Song kept holding on to her daughter's coffin, crying heartbrokenly: "Daughter! Mother's precious daughter, you died so miserably. That pig butcher must have died miserably. Your father and I have already paid the ransom." Why did he kill you! Mother cursed this murderer to go to hell, be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and be buried with you!"

"My daughter knows that you must be pretending to be asleep on purpose to joke with me. Mom, please, please wake up, don't scare me anymore, don't let me cry every day and miss you!"

Seeing that the servants could not pull Song away, Song Haichuan, who looked heavy, personally stepped forward to help Song away, and then waved his hand. The coffin bearers waiting nearby received Song Haichuan's instructions and immediately stepped forward with bamboo tubes to carry the coffin.

"Lift the coffin! Get on the road!"

Following a shout, four tall men carrying the coffin strode forward, holding on to the hemp rope with one hand and pressing the bamboo tube with the other, ready to stand up.

Unexpectedly, Miss Song's coffin didn't move at all.

"Get up!" The four big men tried their best again, but Miss Song's coffin was still stuck on the bench.

The four big men carrying the coffin tried a few more times, their faces turned red and their calves were cramped, but they still couldn't lift the coffin.

"Taoist Master, this coffin..." The four big men carrying the coffin looked at the middle-aged Taoist priests standing next to the elders with fear in their eyes.

In fact, they wanted to say that the coffin was too heavy to be lifted, but it was taboo to say that the coffin was heavy when carrying the coffin, so they all hesitated to speak and looked at the Taoist priest.

There was no need for these big men carrying the coffin to explain. Everyone standing outside the mourning hall saw that something was wrong, and the atmosphere began to panic.

"what happened?"

"Why haven't you carried the coffin yet?"

Some ignorant young people just muttered a few words, but were glared at by their parents: "Shut up! If you don't speak at this time, no one will treat you as a mute!"

The middle-aged Taoist priests in the mourning hall walked to the coffin, began to mutter something, and then put a yellow talisman on the coffin lid: "Bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, people have their own paths, ghosts have their own paths, the murderer has been arrested and brought to justice." To be brought to justice, even if you have all kinds of unwillingness, don't miss the living person anymore. As the saying goes, there is a difference between yin and yang. Don't bring disaster to your loved ones. Go on the road with peace of mind, go to the grave as soon as possible, and be reincarnated as soon as possible. ."

After saying this, the Taoist lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the cracks of the coffin lid. After the three sticks of incense were flat and burned out, he patted the coffin lid and shouted: "Raise the coffin again!"

This is called interrogating the dead among the people.

The three sticks of incense burned out smoothly, indicating that the deceased in the coffin heard his words, agreed to his request, and was willing to go on his way in peace.

As the four big men carrying the coffin used their strength again, this time it was magical. The white coffin containing Miss Song was lifted easily this time.

Seeing that Ms. Song was finally willing to go on her way in peace, all the relatives and friends present breathed a sigh of relief. Then, amid the sound of gongs and suonas, the three members of Boss Song's family walked in front holding the coffin to see her off. The funeral procession with white cloth strips tied on their arms also Follow him out of the city.

At this time, the curfew had just ended, and the funeral procession successfully left the city and arrived at the Song family cemetery.

After clearing the tomb, releasing roosters, burning incense, and performing rituals on the pulpit, the middle-aged Taoist priests looked up at the sky. The time had come to lift up the coffin and bury them.

Just when everyone thought everything was going well and Ms. Song was willing to rest in peace, at this moment, an accident happened!

boom!

The rope broke and the coffin fell heavily to the ground, making everyone present turn pale with fright.

"Tao, Taoist Master, what's going on?" The Song family all looked to the middle-aged Taoist priests for help.

The expressions of several Taoist priests also changed: "When the coffin fell to the ground, it was regarded as ominous. Either he died unwillingly, or there was a great injustice that had not been settled, and a breath of disaster was blocked in his throat and he could not swallow it, causing the body to become heavy and unable to be lifted by a living person. Move the coffin!”

"Miss Song's case has been pronounced, and the real culprit has been caught. She should not die with her eyes closed. Boss Song, Mrs. Song, did Miss Song still have any unrealized wishes during her lifetime, so she refused to be buried?"

Boss Song and Mrs. Song both shook their heads in confusion.

Song Haichuan said sadly: "Taoist Master, my daughter's matter...is there any solution?"

The Taoist priest did not answer Song Haichuan immediately. They discussed it with their brothers, walked to Miss Song's coffin, said a few words and lit three incense sticks. However, this time the three sticks of incense did not burn neatly, but burned out. Two short and one long.

Several fellow apprentices were so scared that their faces trembled. They looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. This coffin must not be buried, otherwise Miss Song will transform into a corpse within a month.

They discussed the countermeasures and then came to the Song family: "Boss Song, Mrs. Song, Miss Song has too much anger in her throat. She refuses to bury her today. If she buries her by force, there may be trouble! Boss Song, please Mrs. Song went to the coffin and had a good talk with Miss Song. The good time is about to pass, and the time of burial cannot be missed!"

After listening to the Taoist priest's words, Ms. Song could no longer hide her sadness. She pushed away everyone and lay on the coffin, crying sadly. She asked her daughter if anything had happened. Her parents are here today. Even if the sky falls, they will still be her parents. He would definitely make the decision for her. Song Haichuan also came over and supported the coffin to persuade the daughter in the coffin.

Song Haichuan and his wife were holding the coffin to persuade Miss Song, but the funeral procession on the other side had already exploded. No one knew who was shouting that Miss Song was going to fake the body, which immediately caused greater panic and commotion.

At this time, the Taoist priests lit three sticks of incense again and inserted them into the cracks of the coffin lid. This time, two short sticks and one long stick were burned, indicating an unknown meaning.

"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth. Miss Song, your untimely death is indeed regrettable, but humans and ghosts have different paths. Forcing you to stay in the world like this is against the harmony of nature and will implicate your parents and the entire Song family." , why are you doing this, embarrass yourself and your parents..."

Several brothers took turns to persuade him, and then lit three more incense sticks, but this time two short and one long burned out.

"It's only a matter of three things, Boss Song. Miss Song refuses to leave. The funeral can't be held today. We can only carry the coffin back to the Song Mansion before making any plans." The Taoist priest frowned and said to Song Haichuan.

But as soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, there was a commotion at the bottom of the mountain, and then a servant hurriedly ran over: "Master, Master, two Taoist priests came down the mountain, claiming to be from the Wu Zang Taoist Temple. They said, said..."

"What did they say? Say it quickly!" Song Haichuan, who was in a troubled mood, impatiently scolded his servants.

The servant stammered: "They said...he, they came to deliver the coffin to the lady...!"