Holy Bone

Chapter 697

The Song family is a well-known local grain merchant in Jiangzhou Prefecture.

The family is rich.

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

The Song family passed into Song Haichuan's hands, and the business expanded again, except for the grain, oil, salt and vinegar business. I heard that in recent years, there are plans to develop ceramics and navigation trade.

Song Haichuan has devoted his whole life to business, and he has no intention of loving his children. He has only one wife, who is married to a bright matchmaker, and has no concubines. He only has a pair of children under his knees. The eldest son, Song Yunfei, is twenty years old. At the age of eighteen, she has not yet left the cabinet.

In today's Song family, white silk is guarding the spirit, and white lanterns are laid out like a long corridor. Today is Song Zhizhi's first seven days and is preparing for the funeral. Friends and relatives from all walks of life gather at the Song family to send the unlucky Song Zhizhi one last journey.

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

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

Hearing Song's desperate cries, some of the relatives wiped away tears with red eyes. Their hearts are full of flesh. They are Song Zhizhi's elders. They watched Song Zhizhi grow up, and they were talking and laughing a few days ago. Everyone felt sorry for Song Zhizhi when his son died so suddenly.

The people standing in the mourning hall, the abbot, were the oldest elders of the Song family and several middle-aged Taoist priests. The elders told the story of Song Zhizhi's life with a serious face, and 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 dim, and it happened to be the end of the day and the beginning of the day. After the clan elder consulted several Taoist priests, he shouted: "The time has come. The twelve zodiac animals belong to snake, rabbit, dog, The chicken avoids, prepares to carry the coffin, mourns, and goes on the road."

When Song heard that her daughter was going on the road, she almost fainted from crying. She hugged her daughter's coffin and wept bitterly, hoping that all this was just a nightmare and that her daughter would wake up and continue to call her mother.

Even Song Haichuan, a firm-minded businessman like Song Haichuan, now has red eyes and tears, and his face is haggard, as if he has aged ten years.

Seeing the Song family holding the coffin and crying and refusing to let go, the clan elders and several Taoist priests looked at the sky, sighed, and called for servants to help the Song family away, so as not to delay the funeral.

But Mrs. Song has been holding her daughter's coffin tightly, crying heartbroken: "Daughter! Mother's precious girl, you died so badly, that pig butcher died badly, your father and I have already paid the ransom Why did he kill you! Mother cursed this murderer to go to hell and be buried with you in pieces!"

"My daughter knows that you must be pretending to be sleeping and joking with mother on purpose, mother please, please wake up, don't scare mother anymore, don't let mother miss you every day with tears in her eyes!"

Seeing that the servants could not pull away Mrs. Song, Song Haichuan with a heavy expression stepped forward to help Mrs. Song away, then waved his hand, waiting for the coffin bearers beside him to get Song Haichuan's instructions, and immediately went forward to lift the coffin with a bamboo tube.

"Lift the coffin! On the road!"

With a yell, the four tall and burly coffin-carrying men stepped forward with strength, holding the hemp rope with one hand and pressing the bamboo tube with the other, ready to stand up.

Unexpectedly, Miss Song's coffin did not move at all.

"Get up!" The four big men tried again, but Ms. Song's coffin was still firmly stuck to the bench.

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

"Master Daoist, this coffin..." The four coffin-carrying men showed fear in their eyes, and looked at the middle-aged Taoist priests standing beside the clan elders hesitantly.

In fact, they wanted to say that the coffin was so heavy that it couldn't be lifted, but it was a big taboo to say that the coffin was heavy when lifting the coffin, so they all hesitated to speak and looked at the Taoist priest.

Without the explanation of these big coffin bearers, everyone standing outside the mourning hall could see that something was wrong, and the atmosphere began to panic.

"what happened?"

"Why didn't you lift the coffin for the funeral?"

A ignorant young man just muttered a few words, but was stared at by his parents: "Shut up! No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak at this time!"

The middle-aged Taoist priests in the mourning hall walked to the coffin, began to mutter words, and then pasted a yellow talisman on the coffin lid: "Bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, there are roads for everyone, ghosts have ghosts, the murderer has been arrested and brought to justice." Bring it to justice, even if you are unwilling in every possible way, don't miss the living anymore. As the saying goes, yin and yang are different, and don't bring disasters to your loved ones around you. Let's go on the road with peace of mind. You can go to the soil as soon as possible, and reincarnate as soon as possible. .”

After saying that, the Taoist lit three sticks of incense sticks and stuck them in the crack of the coffin lid. After the three sticks of incense were burnt evenly, he patted the coffin lid and shouted: "Re-raise the coffin!"

This is called interrogating the dead among the people.

The three sticks of incense were burned out evenly, which means that the dead man in the coffin heard his words, agreed to his request, and was willing to go on the road with peace of mind.

As the four big coffin bearers exerted their strength again, it was miraculous this time, and the white coffin where Miss Song was buried was easily lifted this time.

Seeing Miss Song's family finally willing to go on the road with peace of mind, all the relatives and friends present breathed a sigh of relief. Then, amidst the sound of gongs and suonas, Boss Song's family of three walked ahead with the coffin to see him off. Follow it out of town.

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

After clearing the grave, placing roosters, burning incense, and setting up the altar, a set of procedures was completed. The middle-aged Taoist priests looked up at the sky. It was time to raise the coffin and bury it.

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

boom!
The rope broke, and the coffin fell heavily, scaring everyone present to turn pale.

"Dao, Taoist priest, what's going on?" Song's family turned to the middle-aged Taoist priests for help.

The faces of several Taoist priests also changed: "The coffin fell to the ground, and it is regarded as unknown. Either it was an unwilling death, or there was a great injustice, and a mouthful of evil gas was blocked in the throat and could not be swallowed. As a result, the corpse became heavy and could not be lifted by the living. Move the coffin!"

"Miss Song's case has been pronounced, and the real culprit has been caught. She shouldn't die in peace. Boss Song, Mrs. Song, did Miss Song have any wishes that she didn't understand before she was alive, and that's why she refused to be buried?"

Boss Song and Mrs. Song shook their heads blankly.

Song Haichuan said sadly, "Master Daoist, my daughter... is there a solution?"

The Taoist priest didn't answer Song Haichuan right away. After discussing with his brothers, they went to Ms. Song's coffin, said a few words and lit three sticks of incense sticks, but this time the three sticks of incense sticks did not burn neatly, but burned out Two short and one long.

The several senior brothers all trembled in fright, and looked at each other, and they could see solemnity from each other's eyes. This coffin must not be buried, otherwise, within a month, Ms. Song will definitely turn into a dead body.

They discussed the countermeasures, and then came to the Song family: "Boss Song, Mrs. Song, Miss Song's throat is too heavy, and she refuses to be buried today. If the burial is forced, the root of the disaster may be buried! Please, Boss Song, Mrs. Song went to the coffin to have a good talk with Miss Song, the good time is about to pass, you can't miss the time for the burial!"

After hearing the Taoist's words, Song could no longer hide the sadness in her heart. She pushed everyone away and cried sadly on the coffin, and asked her daughter if something happened. Parents are here today, even if the sky falls, they will be parents He will definitely make the decision for her, and Song Haichuan also came over to support the coffin to persuade his daughter in the coffin.

Song Haichuan and his wife supported the coffin to persuade Ms. Song, but the funeral procession on the other side had already exploded, and no one knew who was yelling that Ms. Song was going to cheat the corpse, which immediately caused even greater panic and riots.

At this time, the Taoist priests lit three sticks of incense again and inserted them in the crack of the coffin lid, but this time they still burned two short sticks and one long one, with an unknown meaning.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Miss Song, your untimely death really makes people sigh, but people and ghosts go their own way, and it's against the harmony of nature for you to stay in this world forcibly, and it will implicate your parents and the whole Song family. , why are you doing this, embarrassing yourself and your parents..."

Several brothers took turns to go to battle, persuaded for a while, and then lit three more sticks of incense sticks, but this time they still burned two short and one long.

"It's only three things, Boss Song, Ms. Song is determined not to leave. Today's funeral can't be done. We can only carry the coffin back to the Song Mansion before making plans." The Taoist said to Song Haichuan with a frown.

But just as he finished speaking, suddenly, there was a commotion from the bottom of the mountain, and then someone came hurriedly: "Master, master, two Taoist priests came down from the mountain, claiming to be from the Taoist Temple of the Five Zang organs, they said, said..."

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

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

(End of this chapter)