Riding the Pheonix Chapter 67: Coffin lid

On the third day after the funeral, the mourning hall was bustling with rituals.

The Ming family spent a lot of money and hired monks from Baoling Temple and the best Mr. Yin Yang in Dongning.

Since the morning, the sound of chanting can be heard all the time.

Ming Wei does not need to stay in front of the funeral today, but stays with the body of Mrs. Ming San from behind.

Finding an excuse to send Qiu Yu away, she took out a leftover steamed bun from her sleeve.

Awan asked: "Aren't you full?"

Ming smiled and broke the slightly hard steamed bun into small pieces.

Then Ah Wan saw that she carefully placed the pieces of steamed buns in the four corners of the coffin, covering them with quilts.

Ah Wan was a little confused: "Are you afraid your mother will be hungry on the road?"

It seemed wrong to think about it. She put aside the steamed buns, as if there was some kind of pattern.

After putting away the steamed buns, Mingwei took out a paper bag from his sleeve.

Awan knew what was in it. It was the incense ashes that she deliberately collected when she got up in the morning.

She knelt down and used the ash bag to spread a few thin lines along the coffin.

It is inevitable to burn some paper money and incense at the place where the spirit is laid. Even if someone sees it, they will not think there is anything wrong.

What's more, the house is paved with blue bricks. The two are similar in color and can't be seen without paying attention.

After finishing scattering, Mingwei stood up and wiped off the remaining dust on his hands and said, "You will know in the middle of the night."

The funeral should be carried out as early as possible, usually before dawn during the Yin time. Ah Wan thought about it, she should be talking about that time.

At noon, Qiu Yu went to get lunch.

Mingwei said: "I have been eating either porridge or steamed buns for the past two days. I feel so empty in my stomach and feel very uncomfortable. Go to the kitchen and ask for some boiled eggs."

Qiu Yu agreed and went back to bring five or six hard-boiled eggs.

Mingwei peeled off two and gave them to Ah Wan, and ate two himself. The last one lifted the quilt and placed it in the hands of Mrs. Mingsan.

After doing this, she leaned against the coffin and closed her eyes to rest.

Ah Wan was puzzled and couldn't even read the book anymore. She made ten or eight guesses in her mind and rejected them one by one.

She secretly made up her mind to tell the young master when she got back that she would invite a mysterious master to teach him the magic.

She thought she was knowledgeable, but she couldn't understand Mingwei's approach at all.

I stayed up like this until midnight, Mingwei slept soundly, but Ah Wan was confused for a while because she had something on her mind and was disturbed by the sound of chanting sutras, and she was very sleepy.

Yinzheng, a cannon was fired outside.

Mingwei opened his eyes and whispered: "The time has come."

Ah Wan was confused, and then she realized when she saw the second master bringing Mr. Yin Yang and several strong servants in.

This is about to close the coffin.

Mingwei pulled her aside and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Do you want to watch a show?"

Awan looked at her suspiciously.

Mingwei took her hand and gently drew something on her palm.

Awan felt a strange cooling sensation running along the palm of her hand and into her body.

Then she felt that the world was different.

The originally clear world seemed to be covered with a faint layer of smoke in Ah Wan's eyes, becoming distorted.

The sound of chanting sutras from outside came over, as if they were far away.

The people in front of Mrs. Ming's coffin seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, like ink paintings, twisting like lines.

What is this?

As Ah Wan was thinking this, she suddenly saw a line of smoke drifting in from outside, following the line of incense and ash that Ming Wei had drawn before, and slowly arrived in front of the coffin, condensing into a shadow.

Awan was startled when she saw the faintly exposed blue-gray face.

Before she could scream, Mingwei had already covered her mouth.

"Don't be afraid, they are not evil spirits and do not harm people."

Awanxin said, she is not afraid! Do you think she is capable of literature and martial arts, and knows medicine and strategy? Would she be afraid of a few brats?

Thinking about this, she quietly took a half step back...

A stream of smoke drifted in from the outside, followed the ash line, and gathered at the four corners of the coffin.

The coffin is not big, and I don’t know how these ghosts stand. They just squat on the four corners, with their heads lowered, as if they are eating.

Are those steamed buns?

Mr. Yin Yang was still circling the coffin, mumbling something.

The soul-gathering bell in his hand shook "ding-ding-ding".

As the Soul Gathering Bell shook, more and more smoke drifted over. The small coffin was crowded with ghosts.

Awan rubbed her arms and felt a chill on her back.

So many ghosts, even if they are harmless, are scary enough.

Mr. Yin Yang finally stopped and said: "Lid the coffin."

The second master glanced at Mingwei worriedly, but saw her kneeling down quietly and breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is no trouble, just bury the person and the matter will be wiped out.

Suddenly I heard the strong servant say: "Master, it can't be built!"

The second master turned around and said, "What's going on?"

"Look."

The strong servants lifted the coffin lid, but they couldn't close it.

The second master did not believe in evil, so he ordered them to lift it up, align it, and then cover it.

But it was useless. It fell apart as soon as I put it on and could not be closed.

The second master went to see Mr. Yin Yang.

Mr. Yin and Yang smiled and said, "Wait a moment."

He took out a talisman, recited a spell, and pasted it on the coffin.

"Try again."

However, it still cannot be covered.

Mr. Yin and Yang trembled, thinking: Did you encounter a problem today? I heard that Mrs. Ming San died unjustly, could it be...

Under the gaze of the second master, his heart skipped a beat ~IndoMTL.com~ bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the talisman.

Still can't cover it.

Mr. Yin Yang was sweating anxiously, so he had to say: "I think Madam misses her family and is reluctant to leave. Second Master, wait a moment."

As he said that, he called his apprentice to come in, took out his belongings, and planned to practice the method again.

As for Ah Wan in the corner, what she just saw was a different situation.

The four corners of the coffin were already filled with ghosts. They were so densely packed together that they pushed them out as soon as the lid of the coffin was closed.

As soon as Mr. Yin Yang posted the talisman, a line of smoke gathered from the incense ash line on the ground and rushed over, covering the talisman.

Yinhun, who was a little frightened at first, felt at ease again and continued to dig into the coffin to eat.

At this time, what was running through Ah Wan's mind was a ridiculous idea.

With so many pieces of a steamed bun, how can it be enough for these ghosts?

The coffin lid couldn't be closed for a long time, and the second master was a little anxious.

He suspected Mingwei was responsible, but he turned around and saw that she was kneeling quietly in the corner, sending Mrs. Mingsan on her way.

The maid sent by Young Master Yang also stood obediently, looking a little scared.

The second master looked away and comforted himself, he must be overly worried.

Even if she knows how to use some weird tricks, what can she do if Mr. Yin Yang is here and the monks from Baoling Temple are chanting sutras outside?

Mr. Yin and Yang performed the method again, and all the Eight Diagrams Mirror and Coin Coin Sword came into play.

This time I took out ten talismans and placed them in a circle around the coffin.

The strong servant lifted the coffin lid again.

The heavy sound of wood sounded and it closed.

Mr. Yin Yang took a deep breath and raised his voice: "Lift the coffin——"

Eight strong servants put on hemp ropes, and two of them lifted a corner——

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound and the hemp rope was broken.