The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 891 Into the Coffin
"Get up, boy."

The old monk bent down to help Xie Zhifei, with a hint of deep distress in his eyes.

"Since you are the sweetheart of that girl, then it's up to you to carry her into the coffin."

"Master Zenyue."

Xie Zhifei's voice broke.

"...Why do you want to put her in the coffin?"

"Everything has its own place. The place for people is home, and the place for the dead is the coffin."

The old monk sighed deeply, "If she is not lying in the coffin, where else can she lie?"

The place for the dead is the coffin.

So in other words, Yan Sanhe her...

Really dead!

Xie Zhifei's figure was crumbling, and he knelt down again, his tearful eyes filled with sadness.

"Why?" he murmured.

"It's a long story!"

The old monk sighed deeply again.

"You carry her in first, and then clear out the irrelevant people. Be faster. If the delay continues, there will be nothing I can do for you, old monk."

Little Master Pei was anxious: "Thank you fifty, hurry up!"

Li Buyan became anxious: "Third Master, hurry up!"

Even Xu Yun on the side couldn't help but said: "Donor, you really have to be quick!"

All Xie Zhifei's sad emotions were blown away by this word "fast".

He stood up suddenly and ordered decisively: "Zhu Qing, clear the place."

Zhu Qing: "Yes!"

Xie Zhifei: "Li Buyan, go and change her into new clothes that look better."

"Have!"

Li Buyan choked up: "I just bought it yesterday, it looks good."

Xie Zhifei: "Mingting, make tea for Master Chanyue and Xuyun yourself, and get some food to put on the table first."

Pei Xiao: "You still need to explain, you don't have to worry about this."

"Get some more water. The old monk needs to take a shower and change his clothes."

Master Zenyue slapped his head and jumped up.

"Hey, I forgot one thing. The girl has a jade pendant, the one with the word 'Tao Tao' engraved on it. Put that piece of jade into her palm, remember to put it into her left hand."

Know this too?

The jade pendant Yan Sanhe hangs around his neck, and he doesn't even want to take it off when sleeping.

Li Buyan had already walked a few feet, but couldn't bear it any longer. He turned around and shouted at the old monk: "You are so awesome."

Awesome?
What tiger and wolf words.

But...it sounds pretty good.

The old monk exhaled, turned his head, and the raised corners of his mouth immediately dropped.

A few feet away, Zhu Yuanmo stared at Xu Yun blankly, his chest rising and falling, and he whispered: "Song Sheng?"

"Amitabha, I am under the virtual cloud."

Xu Yun clasped his hands together and said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid the donor has recognized the wrong person."

Zhu Yuanmo was as stiff as a wooden stake. After a long while, he bent down and lowered his head: "Master Xuyun, you are fine."

"auspicious."

Xu Yun calmly withdrew his gaze and helped the old monk go deeper into the house.

As they passed each other, Zhu Yuanmo's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

……

The monks and Taoists left;
Zhu Yuanmo and Imperial Physician Pei also left;

The other courtyard fell completely silent.

Yan Sanhe put on the rouge-colored clothes. Even though his face was horribly white, he still looked strangely good-looking.

Xie Zhifei picked her up and walked out of the room, then bent down and put her gently into the coffin.

He suddenly thought of a past incident.

That day when he was patrolling, he saw Tangyuan standing at the door of the coffin shop out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but walk over.

Looking up into the shop, I saw Yan Sanhe's one foot already standing in the coffin.Ask her why she did this?

She said she wanted to try the coffin to see if it was comfortable.

He thought to himself, is this person crazy? He didn't know that the coffin was where the dead lay, so why was he not taboo about it?
It turned out that God had given a hint a long time ago, but ordinary people like them didn't know it.

Xie Zhifei's hands gently caressed Yan Sanhe's forehead and cheeks.

Girl, this coffin is comfortable. The dumplings are covered with a thick layer of quilts underneath. You should lie down and rest for a while. When you have rested enough, you must remember to get up.

"Master, do you want this coffin to be closed?"

After bathing and changing clothes, the old monk finally looked a bit like an eminent monk from this world. The Buddhist beads were hung on his neck, and his withered face seemed to have a bit of Buddha's light.

"Try and see if you can close it?"

What do you mean?
Xie Zhifei looked blankly at Pei Xiao, who had dull eyes and was even more confused.

"If I ask you to try, just try. With my old monk here, what are you afraid of?"

"Oh!"

Xie Zhifei and Li Buyan looked at each other, and one after another, they closed the coffin lid.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

After three scalp-numbing sounds, the coffin lid cracked open little by little, revealing Yan Sanhe's pale, small face.

Xie Zhifei looked up at the old monk in shock.

The old monk did not explain, but asked: "Do you know why her coffin cannot be closed?"

Can you not know?
He followed her to resolve four inner demons, coming in the wind and going in the rain.

"You said she was a dead person, and then you put her in a coffin. The dead person's coffin boards couldn't be closed. It was because she had thoughts before she was alive. After a long time, she became a demon."

Xie Zhifei trembled: "Yan Sanhe...she has inner demons."

Li Buyan blurted out: "Why does she have inner demons?"

Pei Xiao blurted out: "What is her inner demon?"

After the last word fell, the entire hall fell silent.

What they saw in front of them had overturned the scope of what the six of them could imagine - was Yan Sanhe not only a dead man, but also a dead man with inner demons?

This, this, this...

Even storytellers wouldn’t dare say that!

If someone breaks in at this moment, they will see a strange scene like this——

There was a huge nanmu coffin in the room;

The coffin lid is still cracking bit by bit;

The old monk plucked the beads in his hand faster and faster;

Xuyun put his hands together and moved his lips, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures;

Three people stared intently at the person in the coffin, and three others stared intently at the old monk. Their faces were all filled with the same shock, disillusionment, and...

incredible!

In the dead silence, the sun slanted in, sprinkling mottled light and shadow all over the ground.

At this moment, the old monk's hand that moved the beads suddenly paused.

"Rather than what inner demons she has, you should know why she is a dead person?"

His voice was indescribably cold.

"Why can dead people still live in the world? And...if they are dead, why do they still have a pulse?"

Xie Zhifei wanted to kneel again at this moment.

He thought so and did so.

Also moving almost at the same time as him were Li Buyan and Pei Xiao, as well as Zhu Qing, Ding Yi and Huang Qi in the corner.

The six of them knelt down to the old monk. Everyone's face was sincere, and they could no longer plead sincerely.

Xie Zhifei knelt down and took two steps forward, "Please master, please help us clarify our doubts."

The old monk ignored him and glanced at Xuyun behind him.

Xuyun immediately took out his pipe from his bag, stuffed some tobacco into it, lit it, and handed it to the old monk's hand.

The old monk took two puffs, blew out a long smoke ring, met Xie Zhifei's eyes, and sighed:
"This matter... we have to start talking about it ten years ago!"

(End of this chapter)