My master is invincible

Chapter 61

At the beginning of the night, Wang Zhuang was quiet and peaceful, and the looming moonlight sprinkled on the ground, giving the originally dark sky a glimmer of light.

After burning the yellow paper, I took out my mobile phone and checked the time. It was ten o'clock in the evening. According to the words in the funeral scriptures, the living burials must rise to observe the situation, and take advantage of their sons to ring the gong. What this means is The first sound of the gong must be sounded until Zi time, and there is still 1 hour left in Ion time.

Taking advantage of this hour, the mourning hall must be built, otherwise the time would be too late, so I signaled to the Eight Immortals to let them out of the main room. They nodded and followed me out without daring to speak. I said: "Seven of you, first help the master to build the mourning hall, and then ask the master to take you to the cemetery. Remember, Wang Jie's grave must be next to her ancestor's grave, even if there is a grave next to it, even if it is between two graves. The location of a coffin was dug out. Before breaking the ground, we must tell the whole story to the graves of her ancestors, and then burn some yellow paper on each grave in the cemetery, and say some good things."

Gao Lao asked, "Why was she buried next to her ancestors?" I said, "With the power of her ancestors, the chance of success will be even greater."

While we were talking, the host and Yang Yan brought some bamboo sticks, and I asked the Eight Immortals to help, and it took less than four to ten minutes to build a simple mourning hall, which is different from ordinary funerals. The white lotus in the mourning hall turned into a black lotus.

I don't have much confidence in this living burial. Everything is done according to the contents of the funeral scriptures. If something unexpected happens, I really don't know what to do. You can't talk in the hall either.Several of them promised repeatedly that they would not speak.

Afterwards, the master led the Eight Immortals to the cemetery, and there were only three people left beside me, Joyce, Yang Yan, and a middle-aged woman. After thinking for a while, I asked them, "Is your elder still alive? If you are, put something red on your forehead."

Joyce and Yang Yan nodded. I stuck a piece of red paper the size of a thumb on their foreheads. When they asked why, I said that living burials are too powerful, and it is easy to rush to their parents. took a piece.

When everything is ready, it's time to wait, because Joyce's body is too weak, I helped her to rest in a corner at the entrance of the main room, I could have let her go back to rest, she said, the natal Gu should not be too far away from her, Otherwise you will die.

After placing Joyce, I checked the time. At 10:58, there were only 2 minutes left. I asked Yang Yan to stand on the steps of the main room with a firecracker, and I asked the middle-aged woman to squat beside the coffin. (Parents can't kneel their children, they can only squat halfway)
They prepared it according to my instructions. I brought a pair of gongs, so as not to make any noise, I pressed the two sides of the gong with yellow paper 2 cm behind and hung it on the left side of the Eight Immortals table. (Our custom is to enter the door. The left hand is the largest, so the gong must be hung on the left, and in some places it is hung on the right. Customs vary from place to place, so I won’t list it for the time being.)
I took out my phone again to check the time. There were still ten seconds left. I held the gong with both hands and stretched forward. I bowed three times towards the front of the coffin, silently counting three numbers.

"three"

"two"

"One"

When I silently counted to one, I raised the gong mallet with my right hand and looked at the gong suddenly, "Ding Dong"

A crisp sound sounded, the sound was harsh, and it echoed in the main room for a long time before the echo disappeared, followed by the sound of 'cracking' firecrackers.

I don't know what's going on, as soon as the sound of firecrackers stopped, I could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the main room became a little heavy, but as long as the gong sounded, it meant that the living burial had begun, and no matter what happened in the middle, it would not be too late. can't stop.

It seems that the living burial tonight is not as easy as I imagined. I bite the bullet and find a wooden stool, sit next to the gong, hold the gong mallet and beat the gong according to the unique rhythm, and read "Chang Luo" in my mouth. For every three sentences in the "Benming Zhenjing", beat the gong once.

After reading for nearly half an hour, there was no other sound in the main room except the sound of the gong and me reciting the scriptures. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

At this moment, the middle-aged woman might have been a little tired from squatting, and planned to change her position, but her feet were numb, and she accidentally fell down beside the coffin.

"Ouch!" the middle-aged woman groaned.

As soon as the sound came out, I yelled that it was not good, and saw that the flame of the longevity lamp under the coffin became smaller and tended to go out.I quickly waved to Yang Yan who was sitting in a daze, motioning for him to come over, and he gave me a suspicious look.

I handed the gong to him, pointed to the gong, and then pointed to myself and the longevity lamp, meaning, let him knock the gong for me, and I will fix the longevity lamp.

Regardless of whether he understood what I meant, he took a few pieces of yellow paper and ran towards the longevity lamp, bent down, and used the yellow paper to lift the wick of the longevity lamp a little, the light of the lamp became brighter, and I exhaled in my heart. With a sigh of relief, it finally didn't go out. If it went out, Wang Jie might lose her soul.

I was about to look up at the middle-aged woman, but the moment I looked up, I saw a pair of candles at the head of the coffin fall down without warning, and they were lying on the wooden bench below, burning faintly. up pose.

Surprised, I quickly got under the coffin, crawled to the side of the candle, and held the candle up to prevent it from falling down again. I piled yellow paper next to it as high as the head of the candle stick.

I thought the matter was over like this, but how could I know that the middle-aged woman made a moth again. After she made a sound, she seemed to understand that she had violated a taboo, so she knelt beside the coffin and kept kowtow to the coffin as an apology.

I walked over and patted her on the shoulder. She froze for a moment, knelt on the ground with her legs straight, and I patted her on the shoulder again. She was still in the same posture and didn't have to do anything.

what happened?

I froze for a moment, and I was about to pull her up and pull her hard. Made, she was so heavy, she was not of a normal weight.

I pulled hard again, but still couldn’t move. When I saw this situation, I guessed that she might be entangled by something, so I looked at her face, Mom, it’s so scary. Her face was blue, and her mouth was Chewing the mud, looking down at the ground, my God, there is a hole in the ground, and a lot of mud is missing. If I guess correctly, she has eaten it all.

There was no more time to surprise me, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face, she didn't respond, she was still chewing the mud, it seemed that this trick couldn't wake her up, so I had to find another way.

(End of this chapter)