On the third day of the cessation of the spirit, the mourning hall was lively and lively.

The Ming family made a lot of money, invited the monks of Baoling Temple, and found the best Mr. Yin and Yang in Dongning.

From the morning, the sound of chanting is incessant.

Ming Wei didn't have to stay in front of the spirit today, so he accompanied the body of Mrs. Ming San behind.

Finding an excuse to send away the autumn rain, she took out a leftover steamed bun from the morning from her sleeve.

Ah Wan said: "Haven't you eaten enough? ”

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

Then, Ah Juan saw that she carefully placed the steamed bun pieces in the four corners of the coffin and blocked them with quilts.

Ah Wan was a little confused: "I'm afraid that your mother will be hungry on the road?" ”

It's not right to think about it, she put aside the steamed buns, as if there is some kind of pattern.

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

Ah Juan knew what it was, it was the incense ash she had put away when she got up in the morning.

She crouched down, wrapped the ash in it, and sprinkled a few threads along the coffin.

Where the spirit stops, it is inevitable to burn some paper money incense, even if someone sees it, they will not feel that there is anything wrong.

What's more, the house is paved with green bricks, and the two are similar in color, so you can't see it if you don't pay attention.

After sprinkling, Mingwei got up and patted off the ashes on his hand and said, "You'll know in the middle of the night." ”

The funeral should be early, and it is generally before dawn to set off. Ah Wan pondered, she should have said that time.

At noon, Qiu Yu went to fetch lunch.

Mingwei said: "In the past two days, I have either eaten porridge or steamed buns, my stomach is empty, and I am very uncomfortable, you go to the kitchen to ask for a few boiled eggs." ”

Qiu Yu agreed, and turned around and brought five or six hard-boiled eggs.

Mingwei peeled two for Ah Juan, and ate two for himself. The last one lifted the quilt and put it in the hands of Mrs. Ming San.

When she had done this, she leaned against the coffin and closed her eyes.

Ah Wan was puzzled, he couldn't even read the book, he guessed eight out of ten in his heart, and he rejected one by one.

She secretly made up her mind that when she went back, she would tell her son that she would invite a mystic scholar to teach her about mysticism.

In vain, she thinks she is erudite, but she can't understand the number of clear and subtle paths at all.

stayed up until midnight, Mingwei slept sweetly, but because there was something in his heart and he was disturbed by the sound of chanting, he was only confused for a while, and he was very sleepy.

Yin Zheng, there was a cannon outside.

Mingwei opened her eyes and whispered, "The time has come." ”

Ah Wan was confused, and then saw the second master bring Mr. Yin Yang and a few strong servants in, and then he understood.

It's time to cover the coffin.

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

Ah Xuan looked at her suspiciously.

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

Ah Juan felt a strange feeling of coolness running along her palm 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 Juan's eyes, and it became distorted.

The sound of chanting from outside came from outside, as if it was far away.

The few people in front of the coffin of Mrs. Ming San seemed to have fallen a layer of ash, like an ink painting, like a line twisting.

What is it?

Ah Juan thought like this, and suddenly saw a smoke drifting in from outside, along the incense ash line drawn by Ming Wei before, slowly arrived in front of the coffin, condensing into a shadow.

Seeing the faintly exposed blue-gray face, Ah Wan was shocked.

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

"Don't be afraid, they are not evil spirits, and they do no harm."

Ah Wanxin said, she is not afraid! Think she can be literate and martial, know medical skills and know strategy, will she be afraid of a few little ghosts?

Thinking so, she quietly took a half step back......

Smoke drifted in from the outside, along the incense ash line, gathered at the four corners of the coffin.

The coffin was not big, and I didn't know how these ghosts were standing, so they squatted on the four corners, and lowered their heads one by one, as if they were eating.

Are those steamed buns?

Mr. Yin Yang was still circling the coffin, chanting words in his mouth.

The soul bell in his hand shook "ding, ding, ding".

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

Ah Wan rubbed his arms, and there was a chill on his back.

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

Mr. Yin Yang finally stopped and said, "Cover the coffin." ”

The second master glanced at Mingwei uneasily, but he was relieved to see her kneeling down quietly.

It's good not to make trouble, bury people, and this matter will be wiped out.

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

The second master turned his head: "What's the matter?" ”

"Look."

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

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

But it didn't work, it just collapsed when the lid was closed, and it never closed.

The second master went to see Mr. Yin and Yang.

Mr. Yin Yang laughed: "Wait a minute. ”

He took out a talisman, recited a mantra, and attached it to the coffin.

"Try again."

However, it still can't be covered.

Mr. Yin and Yang shook, and his heart hit a hard stubble today? I heard that this third lady of Ming died unjustly, could it be ......

Under the gaze of the second master, his heart was horizontal, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the talisman.

Still can't be covered.

Mr. Yin Yang was sweating in a hurry, so he had to say: "I want to come to Mrs. Nostalgia for my family, I am reluctant to leave, and the second master will wait a while." ”

As he spoke, he called his apprentice to come in, took out his belongings, and planned to do the Fa again.

And Ah Juan in the corner, what he saw just now was a different situation.

The four corners of the coffin were already full of ghosts, they were densely packed together, and as soon as the lid of the coffin was closed, they pushed it out.

As soon as Mr. Yin Yang's talisman was posted, a stream of smoke gathered on the incense ash line on the ground, covering the talisman.

The yin spirit, which was originally a little frightened, calmed down again and continued to dig something into the coffin to eat.

At this time, what was spinning in Ah Juan's mind was a ridiculous idea.

A steamed bun is divided into so many pieces, how can it be enough for these yin spirits to eat?

The coffin lid was not covered for a long time, and the second master was a little anxious.

He suspected that Mingwei was doing it, but when he turned his head to look over, she knelt quietly in the corner like that, sending Mrs. Ming on the road.

The maid sent by Yang Gongzi also stood honestly, looking a little scared.

The second master retracted his gaze and comforted himself, he should be too careful.

Even if she knows how to use strange methods, with Mr. Yin and Yang here, and the monks of Baoling Temple outside who have been chanting scriptures, what can she do?

Mr. Yin and Yang did it again, and all the gossip mirrors and copper coin swords were played.

This time, I directly took out ten talismans and pasted them around the coffin.

The servant lifted the lid of the coffin again.

The heavy sound of the wood sounded and shut.

Mr. Yin Yang let out a long 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 broke.