Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Old Guo pointed at the little Ma who had blamed the car: “We are passing here, the wheels are out of gas. Stay here for a while, and then you will be busy and mourn.”

The man holding the coffin called an epigenetic, explained a few words, the epigenetic came over, and kindly said to Old Guo, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Old Guo thanked him and said he was fine. Then he stopped him and said, “young man, ask, is it a youngster who was buried today?”

Epigenetic sighed, “It’s my cousin. Only 18 years old and drowned.”

Old Guo handed him a cigarette and asked, “This is not the ancestral tomb of your village. Why should people be buried in this place?”

“The rules of our village, those who have died without a family, cannot enter the ancestral tombs, cannot be cremated, and they will be buried in the middle of the mountain, and I am busy.” He waved and ran back to the funeral procession.

Ye Shaoyang stared closely at the four coffin makers. The two people on the left seemed to be struggling to carry the flat load, and the coffin slanted to their side.

Old Guo also found the anomaly, said solemnly: “Sink on the left, welcome the demon god. This body … has something wrong.”

The funeral team moved along the path and came to an open field. The priest called out, “Stop!”

The crowd stopped and lowered the coffin.

The priest took out a compass, took a square step, walked back and forth within a radius of 20 meters, and finally selected a place without explaining it. He stepped on his foot and said, “Dig it.”

Several posteriors came forward with a shovel. Without much time, a tomb was dug up. Under the command of the Taoist priests, the two coffin makers came forward and put the redwood coffin into it, and they were nailed.

Ye Shaoyang then went up and said, “This coffin cannot be buried.”

All of a sudden, everyone turned around and looked at the stranger in amazement. Someone’s eyes had already appeared anger.

Little Ma hurried after him, dragged his clothes, reminded: “Don’t talk nonsense, be careful.”

The priest felt his authority was challenged, looking at Ye Shaoyang, fiercely said: “Why not bury?”

“The deceased has monster qi on him, and he cannot bury it.” Ye Shaoyang said very well in a tranquil voice, but this sentence caused an uproar in the funeral procession.

Rural people are superstitious. When funeral, the most taboo thing is to hear words like corpses, especially when the coffin master is still violently killed, even more taboo.

Especially the priest, he was buried, Ye Shaoyang said that if he could n’t bury, it was equivalent to hitting his face. He pointed at Ye Shaoyang on the spot and said, “Who are you, confuse people here, talk nonsense, Dao. I’ll give you a bad tongue curse! “

Ye Shaoyang curiously said, “The first time I heard about this curse, how to use it, please ask.”

“Asshole, get out and get out, don’t delay our business!” Old daoist’s temper is not small.

Little Ma was annoyed when he heard it, rolled up his sleeves, and cursed: “You old facetious …”

Old Guo glanced at him: “Who are you scolding?”

Little Ma hesitated, and then it reminded me that Old Guo and Ye Shaoyang were both priests, and the phrase “old facetious” was meant to scold each other, and he didn’t want to be smitten. He was depressed.

Old Guo took a step forward and arched his hand at the Taoist, saying: “Seeing mountains is not mountains, seeing water is not water, dare to ask Fellow Daoist Baoshan’s name?”

The old daoist stunned and waved his hand. “What a mess 7 8 is bad, Dao, I’m Mt. Mao Celestial Master, I’ll get away with nothing.”

“Mt. Mao Celestial Master …” Little Ma glanced at Ye Shaoyang and gave the old daoist a thumbs up. “Okay, man, I admire you, hehe, you’re bragging to your grandmother today.”

The old daoist saw these people talking weirdly. They seemed to be in the door. They didn’t want to be entangled. They turned and said to several coffin makers: “The good times have come, nails have fallen!”

Ye Shaoyang also wanted to stop, Old Guo whispered: “Little Junior Brother, don’t move first, or you really have to be beaten, anyway, this coffin can’t be buried, then they will know how to do it, and you will try again.”

Ye Shaoyang thought about it, stopped talking and stood silently watching.

Two coffin makers, holding a 2-inch long nail, nailed it around the coffin, and the old daoist soldier sat cross-legged, holding a peach sword, and mutter incantations in his mouth seemed to be doing the trick.

When the nail was nailed to the seventh root, Ka-cha suddenly broke and broke. This is a very ominous thing at the funeral. The old daoist’s eyelids rolled over and scolded: “What the hell!”

The coffin lifter picked up another, pressed it on the coffin cover, and knocked the other down with a hammer, but the nail was broken again.

This scene also caused dissatisfaction among the funeral crowd, scolding them for no intention.

The two coffin lifters were very grieved. One looked at the old daoist and said, “Sir, it’s not my fault. I don’t bias my hammer, and I don’t bias my nails. Who knows how to …”

“Useless things, I’m coming!” The old daoist man squeezed the hammer from his hand and jumped off the grave in person, let one person hold the nails, and he saw it by himself, and went down with a hammer:

“ka-cha!”

The nail is broken again!

The old daoist was dumbfounded and didn’t wait for him to come back to his senses. There was a sudden bang in the coffin.

The old daoist was scared and slipped on his feet. He rolled down the coffin on the spot, used both hands and feet, and climbed up when he was embarrassed. A face was so frightened that he fixed his mind and wanted to do something. When he touched the body, he found the peach sword .

“What about my sword? My peach sword?”

Looking down, when I saw Taomu sword falling in the grave pit, I just wanted to reach out, and there was a muffled sound in the coffin, louder than before, and the whole coffin was shaken.

The old daoist retreated back and forth, covered in dirt, got up, wanted to go to the Taomu sword, and did not dare to touch the coffin. He couldn’t move forward and backward for a while. Suddenly, a peach sword came in and stuck in front of him. On the ground.

“Lend it to you, do it.” Ye Shaoyang nodded at him. “Let me see your Mt. Mao Celestial Master’s ability.”

The old daoist face was red and white, turned around, and said to the horrified crowd, “This is a corpse, go get some firewood and burn her!”

He tone barely fell, and there was another percussion in the coffin. This time, it was endless, and there was a dull voice of a woman: “Dad, let me go out, I’m not dead, I’m panicked, let I am going out……”

After this sentence was finished, the scene remained dead for ten seconds, and then the crowd groaned back, the deceased father, the man sitting on the ground with a thump and crying, “Open the coffin and open the coffin, my daughter is not dead ! “

“Uncle, calm down, she’s dead.” A later life advised.

“Did not die, she is still alive!” The man got up, rushed over, and greeted everyone, “Open the coffin and rescue my daughter!”

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

The old daoist was still yelling, “Set fire and set fire, get firewood!”

2 people are yelling, one is to set fire, the other is to open the coffin, which seems to be a farce in the eyes of Ye Shaoyang and the others.

Ye Shaoyang strode to the man in front of him, patted his shoulder and said, “It is not your daughter in the coffin anymore, but you must open the coffin, otherwise a major event will occur. Just as I opened the coffin for you to see, your daughter becomes What’s up, it makes you die. “