The first thousand three hundred and thirty-six chapters are transported by ghosts
Cangwu!
When Meng Yao and others transported the coffin containing Qin Yu to Cangwu County, Mr. Bao had already laid out the mourning hall!
The day of burial has been chosen and is scheduled for tomorrow!
Different from other people's grand funerals, there were only a few people in Qin Yu's mourning hall. Of course, part of the reason for this was that Qin Yu's death could not be publicized, but the other reason was because of Meng Yao's request.
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Originally, Mr. Bao wanted to inform some people who were familiar with Qin Yu in the metaphysics world, but Meng Yao refused. Mr. Bao didn't know, but Meng Yao knew that Qin Yu had a chance to be resurrected.
As we all know, when Qin Yu is resurrected, it will probably cause more commotion.
Therefore, Qin Yu's mourning hall seemed a bit shabby. Apart from Meng Yao and the other three, there were only Mr. Bao and a few of his disciples. The only people who came to pay homage were the old man and a few of his family members.
Meng Yao, as Qin Yu's fiancée, kept burning paper money in front of the mourning hall. Xiaojiu stared at Meng Yao's movements for a while, his eyes rolled around a few times, and finally, he jumped to Meng Yao.
He grabbed the paper money beside Meng Yao and imitated Meng Yao's example, putting the paper money into the brazier and burning it in a decent manner.
"Hmph... hum... hum... woo..."
While burning, the little guy imitated Meng Yao's words, showing sadness and grief on his face. In the end, it turned into a bunch of snot and tears. From time to time, he wiped his snot with paper money and threw it into the brazier.
burn.
Mr. Bao stood in front of the black coffin with a lonely expression. From beginning to end, he had never seen Qin Yu's body.
Because when the black coffin was brought out from Master Wang's house, Meng Yao had already asked Master Wang to seal the coffin. According to the rules, the coffin cannot be opened again.
"Brothers and sisters, please express your condolences." Mr. Bao looked away from the black coffin, turned to Meng Yao beside him, and said sadly.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Bao."
"Hmm!"
When Meng Yao responded to the gift on behalf of his family, the little guy also imitated Meng Yao's example, nodding his little head towards Mr. Bao, and then put the paper money in his hand into the brazier to burn, with very smooth movements.
The sound of footsteps came from outside the mourning hall door. The old man came in with his children. A middle-aged couple each held a wreath in their hands, and above the wreath, there was a pair of couplets:
His achievements have passed down to China, and whoever can succeed him in the future will have to carry his backbone with his own body.
The hero is unknown, the water is extremely cold now, and the dragon is buried in the wild to accompany Yao and Shun.
This couplet was written by the old man himself, and the pair of middle-aged women are the old man's son and daughter-in-law, and the old man is holding a child on his hand, who is the old man's grandson.
The old man's family entered the mourning hall and respectfully offered incense. The old man even asked his grandson to kowtow three times in front of Qin Yu's coffin.
"Please have your condolences."
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The old man did not stay long and left with his family. This was the only group of people who came to mourn Qin Yu. Just when Meng Yao and others were about to close the door, someone else came in.
This was a man wearing sunglasses and holding a bouquet of flowers. Meng Yao also knew this man. He was the head of the special department, Emperor Ling.
Emperor Ling came to Qin Yu's mourning hall, took off his sunglasses, placed the flowers in his hand in front of Qin Yu's coffin, took the three sticks of incense handed over by the old apprentice Bao on the side, and bowed respectfully.
Three times, he inserted the incense into the incense burner.
"Miss Meng, please forgive me. I am representing the superiors this time. The superiors know that this matter is unfair to Master Qin, but I still hope that Miss Meng can forgive me."
Meng Yao did not answer, and Xiao Jiu, who was beside him, was originally preparing to nod in greeting as usual. When he saw that Meng Yao beside him did not move, a confused expression appeared on his face. He nodded halfway, raised his head again, and even took the
The paper money in my hand had been handed to the brazier, and it was suddenly withdrawn.
In the eyes of the little guy, the action of nodding and passing the paper money are connected together. Since the head is no longer nodded, the paper money will naturally not be handed out either.
Emperor Ling saw that Meng Yao didn't answer and didn't pay attention. Although he didn't know what happened in Jiangshan Pavilion, he could guess it and understood Meng Yao's attitude. He came this time to represent the superiors.
After paying homage to Master Qin, he didn't stay long, turned around and walked out of the courtyard with heavy steps.
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After Emperor Ling left, the mourning hall became deserted again, and Mr. Bao also played the role of a Taoist priest, chanting sutras and ringing bells. Several of Mr. Bao's disciples also chanted sutras with Mr. Bao.
The mourning hall was laid out for one day, and the next day, when it was just dawn and the sun had not yet gone up the mountain, Meng Yao and his party carried Qin Yu's coffin into the car and headed towards the lake on the mountain.
It takes two hours to drive from the county seat to the lake, and it can only reach halfway up the mountain. From the top, manpower is needed to lift the coffin.
It was originally scheduled that several of Bao Lao's apprentices would be responsible for carrying the coffin. However, when Qin Yu's black coffin was actually taken out of the car, it was discovered that the weight was surprisingly heavy.
This pure black coffin is not the black that was painted later, but is made of black wood. The hardness of black wood is very high. In China, some people jokingly call black wood stone wood. It is just like stone. It is not only hard, but also black wood.
And heavy.
The weight of such a coffin was comparable to that of a car. Bao Lao's four apprentices could not lift it at all. In the end, Bao Lao had no choice but to take action and get the black coffin to the edge of the lake.
Meng Yao, on the other hand, held up the soul-calling flag in front to lead the way. Originally, Mr. Bao was doing this job. As for Xiao Jiu, the little guy had a bag of paper money hanging around his neck, and his plush paws kept sprinkling paper money along the way.
In front of the lake, the old man had arranged for people to block the road leading to the lake to prevent others from coming here, while Mr. Bao opened his parasol to cover Qin Yu's coffin.
Now, we are waiting for noon to arrive, but before that, another problem is placed in front of everyone.
This coffin is so heavy, how can it be transported to the center of the lake? The small boat cannot bear the weight of the coffin.
"Brother Bao, the expert told me that the coffin cannot be transported by ship and can only be sent to the center of the lake by itself." The old man said to Mr. Bao.
"Let the coffin go to the center of the lake by itself?"
Mr. Bao frowned, how could this be possible? This coffin was dead, and it was so heavy. Even if he pushed it from behind, I'm afraid it wouldn't be able to go far. Even a real Feng Shui master might be able to do it with the help of the energy of the earth veins.
No, because the lake is not small. There is a distance of more than 100 meters from the edge of the lake to the center of the lake.
"Brother Bao, I know your doubts. In fact, I also asked the expert before, but the expert gave me a way." The old man said.
"What can I do?"
"Ghost portage!"
"This is impossible." Mr. Bao shook his head, "Ghost transportation is not a rare thing in the world of metaphysics. From the widely spread five ghost transportation to the magic that drives ghosts to move certain objects, they all exist, but
, given the current conditions, it is impossible."
The reason is very simple. This is a place with a clear sky and a big sun. The sun shines directly and the Yang Qi is very abundant. Those ghosts would not dare to come out. I am afraid that as soon as they appear, they will be evaporated by the Yang Qi and their souls will be scattered.
Ordinary ghosts do not dare to appear. The only ones who are not afraid of the sun are those who are successful in cultivation. But how can such ghosts be willing to be driven by others?
"Senior Brother Bao, let's try it first. If it doesn't work, we'll find another way." Meng Yao said from the side.
"good."
Mr. Bao nodded. Although he had no hope in moving the ghost, there was currently no other better way and he could only give it a try.
However, summoning ghosts is not an easy task. Fortunately, this is a mountain forest, and there is no shortage of ghosts in the mountains and forests. If it were in the city, Mr. Bao might not be able to do it. After all, his strength is not in this area.
aspect.
"Set the altar!"
Mr. Bao shouted softly at his apprentices, who quickly took out a piece of yellow cloth and spread it on the ground, then placed an incense burner and a few pieces of sandalwood.
"Duoduo, you stand on this yellow cloth." Mr. Bao ordered Qian Duduo. If you want to attract ghosts in broad daylight, you must rely on Duoduo's status as a psychic.
Qian Duoduo is a psychic. Not only can he see some supernatural beings, but most importantly, he can also attract some supernatural beings to approach him. Now, Mr. Bao is going to use his apprentice's status as a psychic to bring them to him.
The ghost was attracted.
"The gates of heaven are open and the houses are settled on the ground. The lands in all directions and the mountain gods on eight sides listen to my voice. The ghosts command and come out. Endless ghost coins are available for you to claim."
When Bao Lao read these words, Qian Duoduo was holding a bag full of paper money and threw it directly towards him. The paper money fell all over his body, while Xiao Jiu on the side looked at Qian Duoduo.
, followed suit by holding the paper money bag hanging around his neck, grabbed a large handful of paper money, and sprinkled it on himself.
"Today, Etai Supreme Disciple Bao Yinglong, the head of the Tianji Sect, once again makes a promise. The ghost will carry the coffin, pay the paper money for seven years, and recite the longitude until reincarnation."
When Mr. Bao said this, his expression was very serious. This was his promise to the ghost. If a ghost was willing to move the coffin, he would burn paper money for seven consecutive years and chant longitudes until the ghost was reincarnated.
This promise, even if Mr. Bao dies, is still valid, because Mr. Bao made this promise as the leader of the Tianji Sect. If Mr. Bao has not completed it, the disciples of the Tianji Sect must continue to fulfill it.
Phew~
Waves of dark wind suddenly appeared, blowing the parasol and making a rustling sound. Mr. Bao was not surprised but overjoyed, and looked at Qian Duoduo.
"Master, there are six people on the left and eight on the right, including twelve men and two women." Qian Duoduo looked around and reported softly.
After a period of practice, the little guy is no longer afraid of ghosts, because after joining the master, the little guy has dealt with ghosts a lot. After seeing them a lot, he has naturally become accustomed to them. (To be continued)