Chapter 22 The Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World Honored Ksitigarbha!
Next.
A group of people came to the white coffin.
The white coffin was used quite grandly.
The coffin looks very thick at first glance.
The old Taoist priest seemed to see the thoughts in Jin An's eyes and took the initiative to explain:
"Looking at the texture of this coffin, it should be made of iron birch."
"Iron birch is known for being as hard as iron. It is mostly used in the construction of palaces, temples, and wealthy residences. Therefore, it is also called the king of wood and is rare in number."
"The scarcity of iron birch means that iron birch is rare and expensive, so iron birch is not something ordinary people can afford."
"Those who can afford iron birch wood are either rich or noble."
"So if you can make a coffin out of iron birch, the identity of the person buried in this coffin must be of great importance."
"This is also the reason why I don't let the Lin family dig up the coffin and burn the body, crushing the bones and scattering the ashes. First, strange things will happen to rich and wealthy families. I am worried that the people buried in this coffin died in an unknown way.
Secondly, I am worried that I have done too much. If the family of the owner of the coffin comes to visit me in the future, the Lin family may not be able to withstand the disaster..."
After Jin An heard this, he couldn't help but look at the old magician next to him.
Although the other party was a bit unreliable, he actually asked him, an ordinary person, to go to the graveyard in the middle of the night wearing red clothes to carry the corpse...
He is still doubtful whether he has real ability.
But the old magician's heart is actually not bad.
suddenly!
Jin An let out a surprised look!
Because when you look at the white coffin up close, there are many little details that you didn't notice when you looked at it from a distance.
"Why is there... an ink fountain thread on this white coffin?"
"Did you, Taoist priest, play it?"
There were outsiders present, so Jin An did not call the old Taoist priest the old magic stick.
Although Jin An has never seen what the Mo Dou bullet thread looks like, he has seen the movie Uncle Nine.
As long as anyone who knows Uncle Jiu knows what this thing looks like, there is no need to popularize it.
Therefore, Jin An recognized the traces of the ink fountain thread at a glance.
However, the color of the ink fountain lines on the surface of the white coffin has faded a lot.
No wonder Jin An didn't notice it carefully at first.
Facing Jin An's question, the old Taoist priest's answer surprised Jin An, because it actually involved someone from Sakyamuni.
The old Taoist priest bent down and scraped a piece of moist grave soil on the surface of the white coffin with his little finger nail. He then handed it to Jin An and asked Jin An if he had discovered anything.
Jin Anxin thought that the old magician would not make fun of him by doing useless work, so he took a closer look, and he really found out that this piece of moisture tomb soil was different.
Jin An was surprised: "Why are there pigment particles similar to gold paint in this grave soil?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "This is not ordinary gold paint, nor is it the cinnabar ink spring thread commonly used by Taoists, but the golden body of the eminent monk Sakyamuni after he was enthroned."
"Disciples of Sakyamuni pay attention to the most rigid, most yang and most powerful Vajra God of Mahayana Buddhism, which is known as 'not taking in the six worlds and ten thousand dharmas, and is indestructible'. Little brother, you can imagine that the golden body of a generation of eminent monks has the ability to ward off evil and slay demons.
The pure yang energy is so strong that its effect in warding off evil spirits is no worse than that of cinnabar."
Jin An feels the same way.
Buddha: Fahai, you are too violent
Fa Hai: I can tell at a glance that you are not human! You are so bold and evil! I want you to show your true colors!
??The mighty Tianlong!
World Honored Ksitigarbha!
??Daluo spell!
Prajna Buddhas!
Prajna Bama coax!
??The flying dragon is in the sky!
go!
Buddha suddenly
Buddhas in Lingshan: Bold Dharma Sea!
Fa Hai: You are so bold and monstrous! How dare you pretend to be the Great Leiyin Temple! Go away!
??The mighty Tianlong!
World Honored Ksitigarbha!
??Daluo spell!
Prajna Buddhas!
Prajna Bama coax!
??The flying dragon is in the sky!
go!
The Buddhas in Lingshan Mountain
No way! The Fa Hai BGM came out in Jin An’s mind and he couldn’t get it out of his head!
"The gold paint in the soil of this tomb was stuck from the elastic line of the ink fountain on the surface of the white coffin."
"There was once a Buddhist monk who filled the white coffin with ink lines using the golden body left behind by the monk Sakyamuni after he passed away. This sealed the contents of the white coffin to prevent the corpse inside from escaping."
As soon as Jin'an heard what the old Taoist said, the cold hair on his neck stood up like needlepoints.
"Could this gold paint be the ashes of the golden body?" Jin An subconsciously took a few steps back, farther away from the piece of grave soil on the little finger of the old Taoist priest.
No matter what, living people have a natural reaction and horror towards things belonging to the dead.
"Although Taoist disciples and Buddhist disciples will use ink bullet thread when suppressing corpses and sealing coffins, Taoists make good use of cinnabar ink bucket thread, and Buddhists make good use of gold lacquer ink bucket thread. Little brother, if you encounter someone being raped again in the future,
When people handle sealed coffins, these details can be used to identify whether the person who is taking action to suppress evil is a Taoist disciple or a Buddhist disciple."
"Master Taoist, that's not right. Why do I think the ink fountain spring line on the lid of this coffin is broken? Have you ever opened this coffin?" Jin An noticed another detail.
When the old Taoist priest heard this, his expression was awe-inspiring and serious: "When the Lin family dug out the coffin, the old Taoist had already discovered this detail, but now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Since the coffin has been dug out by us, we can only carry the coffin back first.
Afterwards, I would tie the cinnabar ink pipe thread again."
Jin An: "..."
Why did he suddenly feel like he was on a pirate ship?
It obviously looks like an ordinary white coffin from a distance.
Who would have thought that so many stupid things would happen.
This is another example of a Buddhist monk sealing a coffin, another example of a dove occupying someone else's cemetery, and another example of someone lifting the lid of a coffin...
Accidents happened one after another, and Jin An suddenly had a bad feeling!
"Man-made good deeds are far away even though the disaster has not yet come; man-made evil deeds are far away even though the misfortune has not yet come..." Jin An muttered for a while.
"Little brother, what are you mumbling about?"
Jin An didn't answer.
He took a bamboo stick from the Lin family and prepared to carry the coffin with the Lin family.
For the sake of caution.
This time, there are still six people to carry the coffin.
Jin An replaced one of them, and he became the leader. According to the coffin bearers, he is now the leader.
The old Taoist priest practiced magic for a while and recited several passages of salvation scriptures. The general meaning was that he did not intend to offend the deceased in the coffin, but just moved the hole for him, so that he would be buried well and he would not be treated badly.
Anyway, I have to say a lot of good things first.
As the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling man.
Because this process has been done once before when carrying the coffin for the first time, so this time the process is simplified.
The old Taoist priest finished the ritual hastily, and this time he also learned to insert three sticks of incense in the coffin, and rang the requiem bell in his hand: "Lift the coffin!"
The six people squatted on their horses, and under the leadership of Jin An, they all tried their best to carry the coffin. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened!
The white coffin, which was tightly bound by six two-finger thick hemp ropes, was shaking violently in the air. The six people's steps were unsteady and their bodies were swaying. They saw that the white coffin was about to fall to the ground again.