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At this moment, the coffin was lowered.

After landing steadily, there was a sudden sound above, it was a sedan chair.

The palanquin was lifted from the coffin.

"Fat man...... Fat ......"

"Comb...... Comb ......"

The fat man's voice grew smaller and quieter until it disappeared.

Me and the fat man were separated!

The fat man must have been carried to the so-called Crescent Lake.

But where am I going to be carried?

The coffin was lifted again.

I felt that the coffin was moving faster and more carefully.

After about five or six minutes of walking, the coffin stopped and was placed on the ground.

It was quiet for a long time, and all I could hear was footsteps outside the coffin.

Then a hoarse cry rang out:

"My hard-working son-in-law, why is your life so bitter, you are young, you just left, how can you let us live...... Woowoo...... Woowoo woo ......"

Then another wave of cries came from outside the coffin:

"My poor brother-in-law, woo-woo-woo......"

"My brother-in-law, woo woo woo ......"

The crying intensified, and the suona also sounded, and it was still the hundred birds and the phoenix at the funeral.

Then there was a crackling sound of firecrackers.

Son-in-law, brother-in-law, brother-in-law.

All point to the same person.

Not fat.

I!

There is only one coffin, and I am alone in the coffin, not who else can I be.

But when did I become someone else's son-in-law, brother-in-law and brother-in-law?

When did I die?

How did I not know I was dead!

But isn't this funeral for me!

I'm dead.

The crying continued for half an hour, and then suddenly stopped.

The cry is gone, the suona is gone.

All you can hear is the sound of Suo Suo's change of clothes.

Then, "Bell ......"

A gong sounded!

It was as if it was a different group of people, laughing at the coffin one by one, and I could hear it clearly, it was the kind of satisfied, satisfied laughter.

"Congratulations!"

"Happy newlyweds!"

"Congratulations sister!"

"Congratulations sister!"

Finally, it was an old woman's voice, wanting to cry but trying to endure it, wanting to laugh but not laughing:

"Pelle, Mom has come to see you, woo...... Woo, mom is sorry for you, I didn't take care of you before I was alive, and let you go first, woo...... Woo. Don't worry, Mom will go down to accompany you soon. Mom is afraid that you will be lonely and lonely down there, so I found a boy of the same age as you to accompany you, let you get married, and have him take care of you, and Mom will rest assured. Yes...... My miserable daughter, Pe'er, mother's Pe'er...... Mom misses you......"

This was followed by a burst of emotionally broken crying.

Then a deep male voice came out to stop it:

"Okay, okay, don't cry, my daughter's happy day, you cry like this, what is it like, your daughter is married, you should be happy."

Only then did the woman stop crying and pretend to laugh:

"Yes, yes, happy is, happy is."

"Pell, mom is happy, you're finally married, married! Mom should be happy. ”

I was lying in the coffin, and I kind of understood.

I've been pitted by others.

The so-called matching pit is a unique saying in our countryside, and when it is changed to written language, it is a marriage with yin.

With Yin Marriage!

The funeral and the wedding were held at the same time, and they were all prepared for me.

A funeral that put me to death.

A wedding that matched me to a yin marriage.

I have only heard of the use of dead people for yin marriages, and I have never heard of the use of big living people for yin marriages.

What a vicious approach.

Unexpectedly, the vices left over from feudal society actually let me encounter them.

But what should I do?

How do I get out?

Once I am married and my soul is imprisoned in this coffin, then I am truly dead.

At this time, the coffin was lifted again, the gong and suona sounded together, crying and laughter were mixed together, and the noise made me dizzy, plus the coffin was not very breathable, and it was difficult to breathe, so I could only gasp for breath.

Then I felt like the coffin was being placed in a big pit.

Is this to bury me alive?

If I'm not mistaken, there must be another coffin next to the coffin where I am lying, and the person in the coffin is the woman's dead daughter, and the object of my marriage - Pei'er.

Then came the voice of a master of ceremonies:

"One Bow to ......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Two kowtows ......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Three Prostrations ......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Four Knocks in a Row......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

"The filial son is in thanks, and the guest does not return the courtesy......"

"Rite over!"

Then I heard someone scatter handfuls of dirt on each of the four corners of my coffin.

A gong sounded, and firecrackers rang out.

Crackling.

Then came the voice of the master of ceremonies:

"Worship Heaven and Earth......

"Two Worship High Hall ......"

"Husband and wife worship ......"

"Send it to the cave ......"

At every shout, two people slapped my coffin and on the coffin called Pe'er.

As soon as the last sentence was sent into the cave room, I heard a shout outside.

"Rub, rub, rub ......"

The sound of something falling sounded on the lid of my coffin.

Earth!

I'm going to be buried alive!

I'm starting to panic!

Could it be that my Shuzi Yang is really going to die here today?

No!

I'm not reconciled!

I raised my fist and slammed it at the coffin.

But it didn't work.

I closed my eyes again and asked for two little suns.

The little sun still hasn't appeared.

This is a real coffin, not some kind of foolishness, how can the yin and yang eyes have an effect!

Is it over?

At this moment, I was desperate! Utter despair.

I can't see my fingers, I can't see anything...

I'm dead.

I closed my eyes.

At the moment, all that can be done is to pray.

I pray that the old man will find the principal and come over in time to rescue me......

Pray that Xiaobai can come over first and stop them......

But all I could hear was the sound of dirt covering the coffin......

The air in the coffin is getting thinner and thinner, and oxygen is starting to run low.

I was drenched in sweat and my body was shaking.

This is how it turned out to be the case when people were about to die.

It's not self-defeating.

Rather, it inspires the most powerful sense of survival:

I want to live.

I don't want to die!

But I can't do anything about it!

Wait for death!

I'm just an ordinary person, but I'm a Maoshan Taoist.

The Taoist priest of Maoshan was buried alive with a yin marriage!

Thinking of this, I had an idea.

I am an upright Maoshan Taoist!

I have opened the light, I have entered the Word.

Then I am eligible to use the Maoshan technique.

On the day of entering the Tao, the principal said that the Taoist priest of Maoshan pays attention to rags and retreat, cultivates Maoshan technique, makes the god possess the body, and uses the power of God to kill demons and demons, and subjugate ghosts and catch monsters.

But the principal also said that the cultivation of Maoshan art depends on personal cultivation and hard work.

Personal creation, maybe my creation, is comparable to that of a fat man?

Although you can't invite the gods, you can always cast a simple Maoshan spell.

But the key problem is that I haven't learned any Maoshan techniques so far!

How can this be?

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