novelraw V1.Chapter 137
V1.Chapter 137
The Taoist said that I was busy running outside. I ran faster than usual all the way. Even when my grandmother died, I was not so anxious. Maybe I didn't know the relationship between my grandmother and her death, so I didn't care much. When I knew, my grandmother also died, I would have nothing to be sad about.
But by this time, I was in a hurry.
After leaving the Taoist temple, I was busy entering the gate of hell. I thought I couldn't get out, but Ouyang Li was waiting for me at the gate of hell. When he saw me holding my hand, he went back. As a result, we were still a little late.
When we come back to the old man's coffin shop, ye Wanzhen is sitting in it crying, Zong wuze is also standing in the yard, we don't have much expression when we come back, half of it is squatting on the ground to burn paper money.
I was busy running towards the inside. When I entered the door, I saw the old man lying on the bed. His body was stiff.
Kneel down, but I can't cry. Even if I feel uncomfortable, I still don't have a tear.
Ye Wanzhen came in and gave me a stack of paper money: "martial uncle has been through these days for you. Living people can't go to hell. Martial uncle has long died."
Ye Wanzhen finished and cried. I knew that living people could not enter the gate of hell.
I look at the old man with those paper money, what about me?
Thinking about the old man's kindness to me, I was busy burning paper money for the old man. I didn't cry when others were crying, and I didn't cry when others didn't cry. The old man was finally half carried into the coffin, half swung the hammer that the old man used to hammer nails, and nailed the coffin to death.
And then ye Wanzhen, we all knelt outside, only Ouyang Li, standing on the side, what don't wear what don't wear.
"It's not good to be buried in the dark. We'll be buried tomorrow. We'll watch in turn tonight. Xiaoning and I will watch in the first half of the night, and Zhenzhen and I will watch in the second half of the night."
We are ready together. Zong wuze orders there. It seems that there is nothing more to do with Ouyang Li.
Ouyang Li suddenly said: "I and Ning'er, you have to prepare for tomorrow." Ouyang Li came over, pulled a chair and sat down.
Zong wuze didn't want to, but he had something to prepare, so he had to agree. He turned around and looked at me before he left. Then he went back to Yin Yang office.
When the others left, I sat back in front of the coffin, put the brazier in front of me, and burned the paper money to the old man.
While burning, I wonder where the old man's spirits have gone. If I go to hell and meet the king of hell, I don't know if the king of hell knows that the old man and I are apprentices. If I know, I will take care of him.
Normally speaking, the vigil won't be a big deal, but it was a very strange thing in the first half of the night.
Well, I felt that the coffin behind me was thumping. I was a little strange. How could a good coffin ring? It's not to cheat the corpse.
I turned around, Ouyang Li had got up and was about to move, and ye Wanzhen came out from one side.
"Elder martial brother said that no matter what happens, you can't open the coffin. Just give these to half face.
There was still a sound in the coffin, and I asked Ye Wanzhen, "will the old man live? Why don't you open it and have a look?"
"No, half face and elder martial brother won't let you. You're still honest on the vigil." Ye Wanzhen said and left, so in the first half of the night I could always hear the movement inside the coffin. For a while, I knocked twice, and for a while, I felt uneasy.
Finally, in the second half of the night, half face and ye Wanzhen came. Ouyang Li and I got up.
Take a look at the four corners of the coffin and tell Ouyang Li and I to go back first.
And I'm really curious about what happened to the old man in the coffin, why he always knocked on the coffin.
After leaving the coffin shop, I turned back again. Ouyang Li saw me go back, and he also went back. As a result, I stood at the door all night. I saw nothing except the sound of thumping inside the coffin. Ye Wanzhen and Banmian didn't see anything except vigil.
At dawn in the morning, there was no movement in the coffin. She stood up in the middle of the coffin. Ye Wanzhen followed her and went out. Wuze was ready. The Yellow talismans in her hand were longer and longer, so I asked him, "what's this for?"
"It's a bundle." Zong wuze said and pasted them on the old man's coffin, so I asked, "has the old man become a devil?"
Ye Wanzhen looked at me and half explained, "when the old man died, something came in. Then she went in. She had to clean up before she could bury him."
As he spoke, the old man's voice inside the coffin became fierce. Zong wuze slapped his talismans on the coffin.
On one side of the half side of the coffin, he took two arm thick ropes and quickly tied them at both ends of the coffin. He took out a stronger wood and went straight through the middle. Each of them lifted the coffin directly.
Walking outside, ye Wanzhen took me with paper money in his hand. Ouyang Li walked from the front and took advantage of the fact that there was no one on the street at dawn. He sent the old man all the way to an open place on the back mountain, where he burned the coffin with a torch.
The thing in the coffin doesn't seem to be a good thing. It's not finished until it jumps to the coffin tower.
In the last half of the coffin, there was only a handful of ashes left, and there was nothing left when the wind blew.
At first I could see it, but then I saw the scene in front of me. In the end, there was only a handful of fly ash left in the old man's whole life, which was blown away by the wind.
On the way back, I was a little lost, but ye Wanzhen told me instead.
I was surprised that we would do the same in the future.
"What do you think will happen to us after we die? We save people and do good deeds for the sake of the world. But who knows about the ghost world? If we don't destroy the corpse, we will inevitably be used in the face of heinous crimes.
The ghost master's body is regarded by the ghost world as a holy thing for practicing martial arts, just like the thing in the coffin. If he didn't want to occupy the martial uncle's body, how could he go into the coffin and turn into ashes? "
When ye Wanzhen said that, I understood that I was in a better mood when I went back. As soon as I went back, I asked, "which do you choose, coffin shop or candle shop?"
I stood at the door of the coffin shop and looked at him. I didn't understand what he said.
Ye Wanzhen ran out again at this time: "well, martial uncle has only accepted two apprentices in his life. One is half face, and the other is you. Martial uncle's mantle will naturally be handed to you. When half face left school, he also took over the candle shop. Now that martial uncle is gone, you should share one. Half face is for you to choose."
I think it's right. We are all apprentices. We can't take half of the cheap, so we said, "I won't nail coffins either. Give me the candle shop."
In fact, I think the candle shop has a little income. I don't see any income in the coffin shop. After all, since I knew the old man, I haven't seen him sell a coffin.
"I'll move to the coffin shop tonight, and this one." Half face took out a Book of incense from his arms and threw it to me. I took it over and thought it was the account book. As a result, after reading it, I was so stupid that there was nothing on it.
So I asked half face, half face said later I know, it's all about the candle shop, don't lose it.
I don't dare to be careless when I listen to the half face. The thin incense is worn close to my body. I think the half face is taken out of my arms, so I should put it well.
After a while, as like as two peas in the old man's coffin shop, I think the old man must be more than that. He was afraid that he would take the half face first and then went to the inside. He turned half the top into the cupboard, and he found a coffin in the old man's cabinet. I looked at the coffin thin and the same as the incense burner in my hand. I want to see it.
Half said: "see their own, you can not see anything."
So I said, "you haven't seen me. If you don't show me, there must be something in it."
Half face helplessly gave me the thin coffin in my hand, so I opened it and looked at it carefully. As a result, I was a little angry after reading it. I muttered: "the old man is really eccentric. What he gave you is full of things, but what he gave me is nothing."
Half face a listen to then froze, ask me: "what did you see?"
I didn't think much about it, so I told him what I saw in the coffin. The first one was a large coffin. Half of the coffin asked me what kind of coffin it was. I said it was like an old man, but there was a horn on the coffin's head, which seemed to be a unicorn.
After half listening, he snatched my incense thin, gave me the coffin thin, and then said: "you'd better keep the coffin thin."
As soon as I saw that he was about to leave, I was busy following him out and asked him how he could return. Ye Wanzhen came to me again and said that these two books were originally for two people. The old man finally guarded the coffin shop because he could see the things in the coffin book and could not see the things in the incense book.
As soon as I heard that, I felt chagrined. I knew that I would not look at the thin coffin. I could still live by guarding the candle shop. What's the use of guarding the coffin in a yard? What's more, who still buries the coffin these days.
On New Year's day, whether it's Tomb Sweeping Day in April or ghost's day in July, there are always people going to the grave to burn paper, but who hears that they have nothing to buy coffins to bury.
I couldn't be happy all day. Fortunately, ye Wanzhen told me that if I wasn't used to living in the coffin shop, I could go to live in Yin Yang office. No one stole the coffin here at night, and she also contracted to eat.
Listening to Ye Wanzhen's words, I'm in a better mood. However, I've sorted out the old man's coffin shop and always have to live. No matter how bad the coffin shop is, it's my own. I don't care about it. I can sell it for a lot of money.
I was thinking about it when I heard a loud noise outside. On August and September of the lunar calendar, there was a thunder.
When I looked up, I gave up my plan to sell the coffin shop. I had to take over the coffin shop. I just don't know if life will be better. Of course, I hope business will be booming. But if the coffin shop's business is good, there will be no plague.