Chapter 162: Living Burial (I)
(Cat flutter Chinese) I saw that Liu Blind was serious and did not mean to joke, and I felt a little puzzled: "Old Liu, what are you asking me to exchange for a coffin?" I don't practice ghost arts, and besides, where am I going to put it if I carry it back? There is a coffin in the small shop, who will dare to come to me to buy things in the future? β
"I'm sure I won't harm you, this lacquered wood ghost is not for you, it's for life ghosts." Liu Blind slowly tasted the wine in the cup: "For people who raise ghosts, a good coffin is hard to find, this lacquered wood can gather yin qi, and it is the favorite thing of dirty evil." β
"Are you sure you're not drinking too much?" I looked at the Tongxian wine that only had the bottom of the bottle left, and snatched the wine glass of the blind man Liu: "Explain it clearly before drinking, that ghost is an evil ghost, if I cultivate it, what if it harms me in turn?" β
"Probably not, the ghost is different from the ordinary ghost who has not opened his mind, formed when he is dying, and his spirit is much stronger than that of ordinary ghosts. And if you slash its first owner, it is equivalent to indirectly helping it avenge the killing, and according to the calculation of cause and effect, it should accept your favor and help you once. β
"Are you confused in fortune-telling, telling ghosts about cause and effect?" I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable just thinking that there would be an extra coffin in the room.
"I'm just giving you a suggestion, how to choose, you can do it yourself." Liu Blind walked away quietly, leaving only the wine bottle at the bottom of the bottle: "It's not too early, I should go back too, let's see you back." β
He staggered out of the shop with a bottle in his hand and a flat shoulder, leaving me to sit alone at the table.
"Ghost ......" opened the black embroidered cloth bag that I was carrying, and I turned off the light and poured the black eyeball into the palm of my hand.
The ghost in his eyes absorbed the yin qi scattered by Lu Xing's life ghost, and now his body is solid, and he looks like he has grown a lot.
"Can I trust you?" I muttered to myself, the ghost in my eyes naturally did not reply, it was very timid, and after taking it out of the cloth bag, it kept shrinking in the depths of its eyes, and did not dare to move, as if it was very afraid of me.
"The lacquered wooden coffin needs five points, is it worth using five points to cultivate life ghosts?" I thought back to the terrible nature of Lu Xing's life ghost, and I remembered what Liu Blind had said a long time ago, after the Mahayana of life ghosts, he could resist a death calamity for his master.
"Well, I'll believe you once." Putting the black eyeballs in a cloth bag, I took out my phone from the underworld show and sent a message.
"Use the points and choose to exchange for the clay statue of the land lord, the Naqi Dan, and the lacquered wooden coffin."
"Points will be deducted, the redemption will be successful, and the remaining points will be twenty-two points."
I didn't leave for the bank immediately after receiving the text message from the Hades Show Show, and one of the items I exchanged this time was an unusual item - a coffin.
"This coffin is about the size of a bank safe, I see how the underworld show will be delivered to me this time."
It wasn't until about eleven o'clock in the evening, when the pedestrians outside were getting scarce, that I changed into a hooded sweatshirt and went out.
When I came to the bank, sure enough, the bank manager was sitting anxiously in the hall, and when she saw me, she hurriedly greeted me: "Mr. Gao, you can be regarded as here." β
"You're alone?" I looked left and right, and although the bank was surrounded by surveillance, there was not even a single security guard except for the manager.
"I am the sole responsibility for your belongings, and we will do our best to keep them confidential for you." The manager, with a professional smile on his face, brought me inside the bank.
Go underground, enter the code, and open the personal safe, which contains only a black cloth package.
"Where's the coffin?"
When the manager saw me standing for a long time, his face showed obvious uneasiness: "Is there something missing?" What went wrong? β
She reacted even more than I did, and I sneaked a peek at her with my package, and there was an emotion in this woman's eyes that I knew very wellβfear.
Why would she be so scared just to pick up a package? Or is there a special punishment for her if something goes wrong with the package?
Does this woman also have anything to do with the underworld show?
I didn't speak, put the package on the ground and opened it with my back to the manager.
There were only three things inside, a box carved from jade to exude cold air, and inside the box was a pill the size of a dragon's eye.
There is also a clay statue that looks like a child pinched out casually, a little old man half a foot high, which looks very simple.
The last thing was a letter, and when it was opened, only one sentence was written on it: "In the sugarcane field of Guocun, the stele digs three feet down." β
I glanced at it and felt that something was wrong, and when I looked closely, I was surprised to find that the handwriting was exactly the same as my own!
"The underworld show is really leaky." I know my handwriting very well, and because of the nature of my work, I leave special marks when I write certain Chinese characters, and I can tell at a glance whether I write them myself.
"The underworld is imitating my handwriting, and I know all the little habits I've never told outsiders!" Look at the words on the letter again: "Exactly the same, almost like I wrote it myself." β
Putting the letter back in the envelope, I glanced sideways at the bank manager, who was standing far away in the corner, as if she knew the rules and did not dare to peek.
Picking up the package, I greeted the bank manager and hurried away.
"The address on the last letter is supposed to be where the lacquered coffin is buried, but how can I get it back to the store?"
I frowned and pondered, it was also something that could be exchanged for five points, and it would be a big loss to throw it away in the wilderness like this, in case it was occupied by other lonely souls and wild ghosts.
"No, I'll have to go now."
It was close to midnight at this time, and I took a taxi to Guocun.
The houses were demolished a few weeks ago, with a large pile of broken bricks and rubbles piled up in the farmland, and red banners on the surrounding trees resisting the demolition and complaining with blood and tears.
"Where do I go to find the sugar cane fields?" Walking inside, it wasn't long before I saw a few construction workers playing cards with a campfire.
I saw them, and they found me. In the dead of night, they probably thought I was here to steal something, and they all gathered around.
"Calm down, brother, I'm ...... He is a Taoist priest who travels to the party. "With a roll of my eyes, I began to babble.
"Are you a Taoist priest? Dressed in style, huh? β
"Erdan, what are you talking to him about? This man has a thief's eyebrows, and he doesn't look like a good person no matter how you look at it. β
"We're going to start work here soon, don't mess around here if it's okay."
When I heard the news that they were going to start the work, I felt bad that if they dug up the coffin and burned it for firewood, I would really want to cry without tears.
"Brothers, don't believe it, I see that you are under black clouds, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and it is likely that you have been entangled by something unclean." I have always been said by Liu Blind, I have listened a lot and memorized a few sentences, although I don't know anything about fortune-telling, but at least what I say has a professional feeling.
"You can go up to the side, get out of here!"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the feng shui here is very weird, and you are already terminally ill and don't know it." I was not in a hurry or slow, recalling the tone of Liu's blind man's speech.
"Damn, neurotic!"
"Zhang Gong, what do you say about this?"
"Call the police directly, don't talk nonsense with this stupid fork."
Maybe it was because of the slightly exaggerated acting skills, a few people didn't believe it, seeing that they were ready to do it, I quickly took a step back: "Calm down, I really have no malice here today, there is evil hidden under this land, don't act rashly." β
I've been observing them since they appeared, and although I don't know how to meet each other, I've studied criminal investigation and psychoanalysis.
All the houses here have been demolished, but the construction has not been started for a long time, and something strange must have happened.
His eyes swept over the night watchman, and there were many small wounds on the palms of his arms, as if they were injured by the splashing of earth and rocks.
It stands to reason that there are not so many people for the vigil, they gather together, and there is a bonfire, these people must be hiding some secrets.
Thinking of this, I relaxed, and followed Mr. Gu's example, putting on an unfathomable appearance: "Seven stars are aligned, shaking the light is declining, the grass in your place does not grow, the flowers do not bloom, the trees are strangely shaped, high on all sides, low in the middle, the aura is stagnant, the filthy gas is deposited, and there is no way out!" β
I copied Liu Banxian's rhetoric when he was in the Anxin Hotel, learned the posture of Liu Blind and calculated, put on the style of a master that only Mr. Gu had, raised his head with his chest straight, just like Lu Jin, and walked around in front of several people with a kind of fairy wind and bones: "There must have been a lot of accidents here recently, and you still concealed it and didn't report it, and the unjust soul didn't show the snow, so you stayed here." β
I said it so firmly that even I believed it: "You are so ordinary that you are consumed by profit, and you have committed murder, and you have not repented at all." If the law of the underworld does not control you, let the demons of the underworld come to you and ask for your life! β
The faces of several people have changed more or less, and it seems that something has really happened here recently.
"Don't fart there, what era is it now, and you still tell me that the ghost is asking for his life? If you have the ability, you let him come to me now! One of them, who seemed to be a foreman, pointed at me and scolded, "Take him away from me!" β
"Wait!" I tilted my head and smiled slightly, "Do you really want it to come to you?" β
The man's mouth was very stiff: "Yes, if you really have the ability, let him come over and kill me now, I dare to dig their ancestral grave in Guo Village, I am not afraid of these crooked things!" β
"It turned out that it was to build a house and occupy people's ancestral graves, no wonder the villagers hung banners with red letters on a white background outside." I looked at the foreman in front of me and took out the black embroidered cloth bag: "Since you want him to come to you, then I'll call him, but don't blame me for not reminding you, there are gods three feet above your head, and you will be punished for talking nonsense." β
I beckoned to the foreman, then walked with him into the shadows of the fire, and opened the cloth bag: "If you want to see it, I'll let you see it." β
The ghost crawled out hideously, and this time I didn't stop it.
Looking at the foreman who was trembling all over his body and his face was pale, I suddenly realized that it was a very good thing to cultivate the life ghosts to the Mahayana, because sometimes I had to deal with not only evil ways and ghost cultivators, but also ordinary people who had malicious intentions and were more difficult than ghosts.
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