Chapter 973 Colorful Coffin(96)

Yang Yan and the others didn't seem to understand what I meant when they heard me shouting like this, so they asked me: "Brother Ninth, what's wrong?"

"Kneel down! Kneel down quickly!" I shouted, kneeling down towards the coffin and kowtowing quickly.

When Yang Yan saw my actions, he finally understood and knelt down in a daze, followed by Li Jiangang, Feng Tiao Yushun and the others.

After all of us knelt down, I raised my head slightly and looked at the colorful coffin, and found that the flames were getting bigger and bigger, and it was about to burn. This made my whole nerves tense.

, if the pattern burns, the entire colorful coffin will burn.

What to do?

We can't just watch the colorful coffins burning in front of us, right?

For a moment, I didn't know what to do at all.

Yang Yan asked me intermittently with a trembling voice: "Brother Ninth, what the hell is this coffin like? How could it spontaneously ignite?"

I didn't know how to answer his question, so I said I didn't know and was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, before I could stand up, a cold breeze came into my mouth, making me shiver.

As this cool breeze entered my mouth, I felt very uncomfortable, especially my left chest, which seemed to be burning with an unknown fire. It hurt so much that I wanted to lift up my clothes and take a look, but found that my brain was at this moment.

It becomes like a paste, and you can even clearly feel some liquid flowing in your brain.

At that time, I was really exhausted. The reason why I could continue to tinker with the gods was because of my obsession.

My heart thumped, it's over, am I going to turn into blood?

I first bit my tongue, and the severe pain made my brain become slightly clearer. Then I lit three pillars of incense, bowed to the eight paper figures, and said sternly: "Heaven is Wuji, Earth is Wuji, Yin and Yang are Wuji."

, there are no taboos, please ask God today, good luck and good fortune."

Just when this thought came to my mind, I felt dizzy again, making my eyesight blurry. I was anxious, and I didn't know where I got the strength to light the cigarette in my hand.

My body was extremely tired, and I didn't even have the energy to smoke, so I could only take two symbolic puffs.

This smoking action seems to be extremely normal, but in fact it is not. In the eyes of our Eight Immortals, these two puffs of cigarettes are called, please take two puffs, which means that after two puffs, the immortals will descend to the earth.

Then Yang Yan grabbed my clothes, pulled hard, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Ninth, what's wrong with you? Why are you turning pale and sweating?"

When I thought about this, I started to feel scared from the bottom of my heart, and my hands and forehead were all covered with sweat.

After saying this, I originally wanted to put three pillars of fragrance in the incense cup on the altar table, but my limbs were out of control at all. In desperation, I had no choice but to place the fragrance next to the altar table and bend towards the eight paper figures.

waist, and continued to recite: "Sun

The sky is bright, I step on the clouds to the bottom, the Five Buddhas and Taoists are on my head, and the three flowers gather at the top of the door. I am Chen Jiu, a disciple of Taishang Laojun. I rode my horse to the front of the hall today and called out to the Immortal Family.

Listen, take a piece of grass to suppress the wind and cold."

I didn't say anything. It wasn't a question of whether I could persist, but that I had to persist. Otherwise, I would have no choice but to follow in the footsteps of Song Qianxi and others and turn into blood.

Seeing that I had difficulty moving, Yang Yan wanted to get up and help me several times, but I stopped him.

Yang Yan reacted quickly. He stood up, walked over to me, took out a cigarette and handed it to me.

Yang Yan understood and came over, quickly took out eight cigarettes and placed them on the table, then took out another cigarette and handed it to me, asking me: "Brother Ninth, what else do you need?"

Am I really going to die?

I shook my head. There was no strength in my body at all. If it weren't for the obsession in my heart, I had no doubt that I would fall. Perhaps as a certain philosopher said, human potential is unlimited.

I know it's not them that are turning, but my brain is out of control.

Maybe the colorful coffin was too strange, or maybe my limbs were not controlled by my brain. After taking only three steps, I felt the colorful coffin rotating. Then, I felt the entire altar table rotating, and Yang Yan and the others also

It was rotating, and eventually, even the walls were rotating.

I gave up and made a horoscope sign towards him, which meant I wanted eight cigarettes.

After taking two puffs of the cigarette, I looked stunned and said intermittently to Yang Yan: "Changmao, let's spread those ghosts on the eight paper figures."

Back to the subject, when Yang Yan saw that I was silent, he stood next to me, stared at me closely, and asked me several questions, generally asking me if I could persist.

When I trembled and arrived at the end of the coffin, I could feel that I was already unsteady on my feet. My whole brain was in a very strange state, and big drops of sweat were pouring down.

When I thought of Song Qianxi and the others' tragic situation before they died, I was scared, really scared. I gritted my teeth and walked towards the end of the coffin.

As I said that, I subconsciously made a gesture to the side, meaning I wanted a cigarette. It is worth mentioning that this cigarette was not smoked for me, but for Lu Dongbin and other gods. To put it bluntly, it was a fairy.

The family descends to earth, and cigarettes are an introduction. (In many areas, when inviting gods, there is a saying that immortals descend to earth and give cigarettes.)

What made me depressed was that I completely forgot that Lang Gao was not around, so I shouted to Yang Yan, "Changmao, bring me the cigarettes."

I suppressed the fear in my heart and gave up on him, letting them kneel on the ground and kowtow. I stood up and walked towards the altar table at the end. For me, that altar table was my only hope for survival.

Speaking of ghosts and sorrows, it is a kind of tree, and its fruit is called soapberry. The old custom is to collect some branches and leaves of ghosts and sorrows to wear or hang on the door, which has the effect of warding off evil spirits. More importantly, this ghosts and sorrows

It involves a myth, and this myth happens to be related to the holy land of our coffin bearers, 'Penglai Wonderland'.

According to historical records, on the cliff on the right side of Chiyan, there is an unknown ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, evergreen all year round, reaching up to the sky, overlooking the river and the lake. The scenery is picturesque and fascinating. I don’t know what year, the lark came from "

I picked up the root of the sacred tree from the fairyland of Penglai and flew to the red rock on the empty shore. Seeing the beautiful scenery, I was so happy that I started singing.

As soon as you opened your mouth, the roots of the sacred tree immediately fell into the crevices of the rocks and took root in the soil. Later, the rain and dew moistened it and grew into a towering tree. Since tourists cannot approach and climb, it became a paradise for jumping lark and joy.

Unexpectedly, it aroused the envy of the water ghost in the river, and it also wanted to climb up the old tree to have a panoramic view of the stunning scenery. As soon as the water ghost touched the trunk of the tree, there was lightning, thunder, strong winds and waves, and the water ghost fell into the deep pool. Because of this allusion,

Later generations called the big tree "Ghost Sees Sorrow".
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