I excitedly took the knife and turned my back to them. Dancing up and down the pig-killing knife while retreating. They continued to walk forward. I'll just step back slowly. But I found that I didn't have the strength to dance. Because I was really young at that time, and the pig-killing knife was really heavy. But he also sent them out of the seventy-seventy-forty-nine paces. Master said it was okay to shout at me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as I got rid of my pig-killing knife, it smashed into the ground and plunged into the dirt. Just the moment I got out of my hand with the pig-killing knife. I felt as if another thousand pounds were weighing on me. I was immediately crushed to the ground, but luckily, the pig-killing knife was not within the range of me climbing down or something. That feeling of being held down. Can't even lift your head.

When the master saw this, he yelled, "Who told you to throw away the knife?" Then tell them to keep going and leave me alone. He rushed over with a bundle of ink fountain threads himself.

Maybe they went to the sun, so Uncle Xiao and his father couldn't catch up, so they pressed me to make me angry. The feeling was very uncomfortable, as if all the internal organs were about to burst out, and the biggest feeling was that all the blood vessels were full of blood. And it's getting bigger and bigger. If a knife were to make a random cut in my body, the blood would definitely be more than a meter high. It is no exaggeration to say that at that time, I even suspected that I would blow myself up in a few seconds.

Just when my face was flushed and I felt like I was going to be crushed, all of a sudden, I felt a lot more relaxed. When I looked up, I saw Master's feet in front of me. And it seems to be struggling to retreat, and even a little slippery. I looked up again. I saw Master holding the ink fountain and the other section of the line hung above me. And on my back, it was empty, there was nothing, but the ink line was very straight. The end was wrapped around the master's hand a few times, and it was deeply sunk, and the red and white stripes that were wrapped around the master's five fingers were very obvious. And his face was flushed, as if he was going to be pulled over at any moment. I was overwhelmed.

The master was stunned when he saw me here, and shouted: If you can move, stand up quickly, is it comfortable to lie on the ground?

I was so frightened that I quickly stood up. The Master said, "Take the knife and drive out the soul.

I rolled over to the pig-killing knife and picked up the pig-killing knife. The charm has fallen. I got some more chicken blood, stuck to the tip of the knife, and started wiggling up and down. The master pulls in front and I catch with a knife in the back. Although there was no spirit in sight, the air encircled by the ink fountain was very obvious. So I didn't miss either. Sure enough, when I was catching up behind, Master began to take advantage. Slowly pull the ink fountain line and retreat towards the grave mountain.

Halfway through, he threw off the spell too hard once, and the master was quickly stopped. I poured all the remaining half bowl of chicken blood on the knife, and then pasted the whole talisman on it, so that I couldn't get rid of it no matter how much I threw it. And the effect is much better, and it didn't take long for the master to pull Uncle Xiao and his father's spirit back to the tomb bag. Then throw the ink fountain line over your shoulder. With his back to me, he hunched over and pulled the ink fountain line. While shouting vigorously: Come and seal the mouth, the chicken blood will be sprinkled on the mouth. And glutinous rice. Sprinkle a circle. Hurry up, I'm dying of exhaustion.

Where did I delay, I threw away the pig-killing knife and went to seal it, pulled the thread down together, and tied a dead knot. Then take the glutinous rice and chicken blood. Glutinous rice is also there. But the chicken blood is gone. It's all poured out by me. I hurriedly said, "The chicken blood is gone, Master, what should I do?"

After I finished speaking, Master endured the discomfort and began to recite the mantra. I'm familiar with that spell, it's for requiems... After reciting, Master felt as if he was about to collapse. Say something to me and hand me the bag. When he spoke, he was still pulling the ink fountain line, but there was no longer the power to pull on the other end of the line. It's still straight though. I grabbed my bag and threw it in. But it didn't fall at the master's feet, it was still a little bit, and the master glared at me. I quickly jumped in and opened the bag. Put it in front of the Master.

The master grabbed two handfuls of cinnabar incense ash from inside. Sprinkled it in the back. Then he pulled out two more spells. An ink fountain thread wrapped in his hand. The other one was handed to me and told me to wrap it around the loop that was floating in the air. I hastened to comply. Just after I wrapped the charm around the ink fountain line and sealed my mouth with a blur. Suddenly, I felt a force acting on my lower abdomen. I just stepped back from the grave. Luckily, I'm quick. Directly jumped over the ink fountain line around the tomb mountain, and did not tear off all the ink fountain lines in that circle, but just stepped on some glutinous rice. I grabbed another handful of glutinous rice. Patched up on the piece I just stepped on. After doing it, I had a pain in my lower abdomen, and when I lifted my clothes, I was shocked. In the position of my abs, a palm print appeared. The five fingers are clearly visible, except that the fingers are not all straight, and the ring and little fingers are curved.

The first time I encountered a ghost scratch mark. I was very flustered, and hurriedly shouted to the master, and the master glanced at it and said, you don't care about that for now, come and help. I put my clothes on my shoulders, got up and rushed over again.

The Master said, "You take the pig-killing knife and put the knife across the interface. I'm going to let go now. I quickly took a meditative posture and then placed the long pig-killing knife horizontally on my legs, with the blade pointed at the grave. Keep your hands on the back of the knife. A look of waiting for a rabbit. Master nodded. He pinched his hand and volleyed it in the air, then sprinkled a handful of incense ash on the back. I recited the Soul Fixing Mantra three times. Then as soon as the ink fountain line was loosened, it jumped out of the ink fountain wire loop of the tomb mountain. Squatting on the ground and gasping for air.

At this time, I saw that the ink fountain line on the grave bag was slowly loosening. After a while, it fell directly on the grave bag, and there was no movement. I looked at Master and didn't dare to speak. Master's face flushed, and he stared at the tomb and thought about it. After a few minutes. Master said to me, "Okay, you get up, I'll look at your scratch marks, I walked over and lifted my clothes to show Master, Master made a hand-to-hand decision, and then he drew three circles in an instant, three circles counterclockwise... Then he took out a runic water and told me to drink it. After drinking it, I felt a lot better in an instant, and the original brown ghost hand print slowly became lighter at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and the range slowly decreased. Before I could feel why it was so magical, Master said, "You are watching the formation here. Don't be vandalized. I went back and asked them something. You can rest assured. As long as the formation is not artificially destroyed, it will not come out. He can't get out either. You don't let people get close to it.

After the Master finished speaking, he pointed to the cattle herders in the distance, meaning that I wanted to look at them. Since it was daytime, Master had told me so much again, and there were people in the distance. So I wasn't too scared. He nodded and agreed.

It's been almost two hours, and the sun is about to set, and Master hasn't come back yet. The cattle herders in the distance also went back. It's getting darker and darker. Master hasn't come yet. I'm a little anxious. Look at those two grave mountains. I was getting nervous. Although this is sealed, but the one next door doesn't, and they're two couples, it's hard to guarantee that they won't have one heart. It stands to reason that I think a lot, because Uncle Xiao's mother has passed away for more than ten years. There is also a chance that there is a soul with zero chance. But as it gets darker and darker, it's inevitable to think about it. It's inevitable to be scared. At that time, it was very simple, so I thought of a way, counted to a hundred, and before the master came, I went back to him, and when I finished counting, I set a goal of five hundred for myself. When the 500 count is over, the total number of goals to be set. A group of people came from afar. When I got closer, I recognized it. The first one is the Master. There are also five middle-aged men in the back. The master walked in front, another person walked behind, and the four people in the middle carried something, and when they looked closer, it was a coffin, and it was a coffin without black paint. It's still wood-colored.

I breathed a sigh of relief when they came over, and Master nodded at me in praise and I smiled happily. Then he stood by and watched.

The master began to ask for incense and candles, burned paper money, and began to recite various soul-fixing and requiem mantras, and among the five people who came, three were Taoist priests, and the other two were Uncle Xiao's elder brother, and the other was a cousin of Uncle Xiao. The two relatives had been kneeling on the ground and burning paper. Master hasn't stopped. If you are constantly doing things, then the Dharma is not exceeding, but using supernatural means to calm the soul. The other three Taoist priests were not idle. One man holds a gong. One with a sola and one with a snare drum. Cooperate with the master to fence the grave mountain. Everyone is stepping on the small seven-star step. This is putting pressure on the spirits in the grave. First wear out its anger, and then find a way to change his coffin.

As for why the coffin was replaced, we have to talk about what the master did in the hour or two after he left. That's what Master dictated to me at the time.

When he went back, he went to the village infirmary to find Uncle Xiao, he and another Taoist priest were hanging water, taking anti-swelling injections, and after carefully inquiring about the entire burial process, they found out the flaws in the funeral, which was similar to what the master expected. In fact, it is not a big deal in the eyes of people, but for the body, it is a big thing.

In addition to doing a small amount of farm work, the elderly in the countryside also have one more job, that is, to prepare a pair of longevity wood for themselves, that is, a coffin. Uncle Xiao's father was the same, he built a coffin for himself, but the problem came. When he prepared the shoumu for himself, because there was not enough wood, but he couldn't cut the trees himself, it was like entrusting his two sons to help cut down a few trees to sawn into large wooden blocks. Helplessly, the two sons shirked each other in various ways. I always felt that my father could do such things by himself, and in the end his father was also stubborn, thinking that since you don't help, then save some to do. In the end, the coffin was finally ready, the length was about the same, but the width was not enough, and the opening on the top of the coffin was larger than the bottom. He visually inspected the top and could lie in it, thinking about the extra layers of quilts underneath when he entered the museum, plus he felt that the older a person was, the thinner he would be. So it should be okay to lie down when the time comes.

But the reality is far from what Uncle Xiao's father imagined. He died of liver disease, and he died very quickly. When he died, instead of getting thinner, his body became more swollen. In this way, the already small coffin will not be able to fit him. But a coffin in the countryside also costs thousands of yuan, and the two sons are very poor, so they naturally refuse to spend this money. I thought I could stuff it in. When the lid of the coffin is closed, I can't see anything. So when he was in the coffin, Uncle Xiao's father was put in almost sideways. Even so, the little Shouki couldn't fit his father's body.

This happened at the time of burial. Everyone was in a hurry, but the time of the burial could not be delayed, not to mention that the two brothers were reluctant to change the coffin of their old father, even if they were willing, it would be too late in time.

The coffin was put into the coffin for a full hour, because the body was very stiff. Even if the body is put in sideways, the coffin still can't be covered in the end. Because the shoulders are too wide and stiff, the feet are also straight, and the toes are not facing the sky, but parallel to the body. In this way, the body grows, and the length of the coffin does not seem enough. These two factors directly hinder the closure of the coffin. Seeing that the time for burial was approaching, they finally came up with a very disrespectful way to treat the body. The shoulder blades and leg bones were shattered with a hammer, and the last few strong men worked for more than an hour before forcibly stuffing his father's body into the coffin, which was a few sizes smaller. Not only that, but it also delayed the time for burial.

Another point is that after the person is buried, he should stuff gold into the mouth bar of the body. It's called gold, which can bless future generations to get rich, and it can also be used as money to buy roads on the road, but both of them are poor, there is no gold, and there is no silver, so they don't care so much, and finally they directly find a coin and put it in their mouths, and it is a rusty coin.

In this way, their family made do with the funeral for their old father, but because the body was damaged, and the time was delayed. The old father's resentment became bigger and bigger, and he was not taken away by Yin Cha after Qiqi, but because there has always been an offering, there was no big mess, but when it came time to quit eating, the problem began to appear. After seventy-seven, his old father's consciousness had already dissipated, and all that was left was resentment. How do you release your resentment? That is, according to the injuries he suffered, to take revenge on those who passed within seven steps of the grave mountain. This is also the reason why the little master will break his foot, and the Taoist priest will cause a serious dislocation of the shoulder. It's an unconscious revenge. Whoever it is, will take the same damage. Therefore, the elderly in the countryside usually warn their children not to go to the edge of the grave mountain to play, and to be careful of becoming a substitute for the dead.

That's the way it is, a tragedy caused by a very casual burial.

Let's talk about the coffin ceremony. After the master and the three priests had done the ritual for more than two hours, they began to dig up the grave and lift the coffin. Because the preparation was very sufficient, there were no big accidents in the process, except for after the master was caught when he was sleepy, no one else was injured. It is worth mentioning that when the coffin was replaced, Uncle Xiao's father's body was not only not as rotten and stinky as imagined. On the contrary, it is the same as the state at the time of burial. And this kind of maintenance depends on the spirit god trapped by the master.

Later, Master told me that the reason why the body did not decay was because it kept turning over the body, and the resentment was strong, so it did not decay for a long time. Thinking about it this way, it can be regarded as a very poor spiritual god.

Finally, the coffin was replaced. After filling in the soil and worshipping. The original small coffin was burned directly into the bud valley, and the fire lasted all night. The fire was not extinguished until it rained the next morning. Uncle Xiao also did the Dharma for his old father for nine days in a row afterwards, and this matter was completely over. Actually, it counts. If you prepare a suitable coffin at that time. It won't cost that much later. It's just that people sometimes are always blinded by casualness and do things with an indifferent attitude, and sooner or later, they will also taste the consequences. Especially when it comes to funeral habits. It's even more sloppy.

Master said, "People come innocently, and they leave cleanly. But if the body is ignored and not respected, it is a lifetime of denial of the person, which is likely to cause some resentment and resentment. The chance of evil spirits is also relatively high. So neither the living nor the dead should be ignored.<