That Lu Yaodong seemed to notice my change, kicked me on the waist, and said impatiently: "How can there be so much nonsense, hurry up and enter the temple." ”

"You don't want to die!" In this case, I found that there was no other way to vent my anger than scolding him.

When Lu Yaodong saw me scolding him, he was not angry, grinned, raised his leg suddenly, and stepped on the back of my hand, which was particularly heavy.

As soon as I loosened my hand, I was dragged by him into the 'Temple of the Dead'.

As soon as I entered the temple, I smelled a particularly strong musty smell, the surroundings were very dilapidated, there was only a simple altar, the innermost position, hung Sanqing, Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, Taiqing Daode Tianzun.

"Boy, it's better to cooperate, otherwise, all three of you will be buried in the 'Temple of the Dead'." He grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up and pressed me against the wall.

The wall was faintly damp, and I couldn't help but shudder, so I scolded him: "You TM even want to destroy the soul of your own father, and sooner or later you will be punished!" ”

"Hehe, don't worry about it, even if there is retribution, it will be a matter of the future, I know that at this time, your little life is in my hands." He raised his hand and slapped me, and the 'snap' sound was very crisp.

As he spoke, he found a piece of yellow paper, knelt in front of Sanqing, and said a lot of good words in his mouth, meaning to let Sanqing manifest and guide him to find the undead of the old hero.

Then, he took out a palm-sized piece of yellow paper, on which was written the name of the old hero and the eight characters of his birthday, and pasted it on the wall of the temple.

After about seven or eight pastes, the yellow paper didn't stick to the wall at all, which made him frown, and he couldn't help muttering: "The yellow paper is pasted on the wall, which means that the dead of the deceased are in that position, isn't the old thing's undead coming to the 'Temple of the Dead'." ”

As soon as I heard this, my heart was relieved, according to the reason, there is a 'Temple of the Dead' nearby, and the spirits of the deceased usually stay in the 'Temple of the Dead' for a few days, and I don't know what happened, the spirits of the old heroes did not come to the 'Temple of the Dead'.

Just when this thought arose in my mind, Lu Yaodong suddenly burst out laughing.

I was stunned, and when I looked up, I saw him pasting yellow paper on the wall on the left side of the temple.

"Hahaha, old thing, your undead are hiding here!" Lu Yaodong smiled hideously, walked up to me with a pistol, and said, "Mr. Xiao Jiu, the lives of you and your friends are in your hands. ”

Hearing this, my stomach churned, and I spat at him, saying, "Unless I die, I will never hurt the soul of the old hero." ”

"Huh!" He sneered, and pulled out a dagger from behind him, which was about two inches long and had a very sharp blade.

"What are you going to do?" I stepped back, a bad thought rising in my heart, was he going to use my blood?

As I expected, he took out the dagger and, without saying a word, slashed it on my arm.

Suddenly, blood flowed out, and then he took out a red plastic bag to catch my blood, and walked towards the location of the yellow paper.

As soon as I saw this, I secretly screamed that it was not good, the blood of my body, I knew very well, although we coffin bearers did not belong to either Taoism or Buddhism. However, the blood of our coffin bearer's body contains some yang energy more or less, plus I am a chu man's body, and the yang energy in the blood is even worse, once Lu Yaodong is allowed to smear my blood on the yellow paper. Even if the old hero's undead are not dispersed, he will be seriously injured, which will inevitably affect the old hero's next life.

Made, at this point, I don't know where the strength came from, ran towards Lu Yaodong, grabbed his arm, and bit down.

He screamed in pain, raised his hand and smashed a punch in my face, the pain was so hot that I almost fainted.

Fortunately, my physique is not bad, but I was stunned for a short time and then came to my senses.

Seeing that Lu Yaodong was about to smear my blood on the yellow paper, I didn't care about the pain on my face, and with a force under my feet, my whole body hit Lu Yaodong.

However, some things seem to be destined, that is, when I hit it like this, the blood of the plastic bag was splashed on the yellow paper without leaking.

Immediately afterwards, there was a chill in the temple, and there was a gust of wind outside the temple without warning, accompanied by snow slag as big as beans.

As soon as I saw this situation, I roared angrily, rushed to Lu Yaodong like crazy, smashed him with a punch in the temple, and scolded: "You brute, I drafted my uncle, and even killed my own father." ”

When Lu Yaodong saw my fist smashing over, he gently retreated, avoided his fist, grabbed my neck, and sneered: "Boy, knowing the times is a good man, the ghost of the old thing should be dissipated, why bother making senseless sacrifices." ”

At this moment, a strange sound sounded in the temple, the sound was a little harsh, sometimes sharp, sometimes hoarse, like the sound of a mouse grinding its teeth, which made people feel cold all over the body. The voice said, "How do you know I'm dissipated?" ”

It was this sentence that made me stunned, even Lu Yaodong was stunned, he raised his eyes and looked around, and roared angrily: "Old thing, is it you?" Get out of here. ”

"Son, take your life!"

As the voice landed, a figure suddenly appeared at the position of the altar, and the figure was pitch black all over its body, and a big black cloth was on its head, and to my surprise, the clothes on the figure's body were the ones I had changed for the old hero.

Made, is there really a ghost?

"Hell!" When Lu Yaodong saw the figure, he screamed and ran towards the door.

Who knows, the figure chased after him, all the way to him.

If this was put in the coffin bearer when I first entered the coffin bearer, I might think that the figure was really an old hero. But, now? I have a hundred reasons to believe that the figure is definitely not an old hero.

The reason is very simple, my blood is splashed on the yellow paper, not to mention scattering the soul of the old hero, at least it can hurt his soul, but the so-called figure in front of me is moving freely, and there is no trace of injury at all.

Some people must say, what if Lu Yaodong didn't stick the yellow paper on the old hero's undead?

I can tell you very responsibly that the reason why every ritual of the funeral will be left behind and prevail is naturally its reason.

Just like the ritual of 'illuminating the dead', a piece of yellow paper without any sticky stuff can be attached to the wall, which in itself is beyond the scope of science to explain, and there is only one possibility to explain this phenomenon, the spirit of the deceased is in that location.

Of course, these are some of the understandings within our coffin bearers, and as for how outsiders think of this phenomenon, it is not within the scope of our coffin bearers' considerations. All I can say is that if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, it depends on what you think.