The cornfield was still a little far from Zhang's house, so I glanced at the field a few more times, and when I saw that there were no more fluctuations in the yin qi, I planned to return to the village for the time being.

found the pajama aunt at the head of the village and went to Zhang's house together.

At this time, many villagers were familiar with me, and I casually explained that I knew a little bit about the magic of Taoism, although everyone was surprised, but they didn't ask anything more when they opened their mouths.

Now is the time to be anxious, there is no need to care about me as an outsider.

If he is really a little gentleman, maybe he can help in the future, even if he lies and deceives people, there is no need to scruple about the clanging of the poor up and down the village.

Therefore, after arriving at Zhang's house, except for the old woman who looked at me strangely from time to time, everyone else did their own things.

The villagers are very enthusiastic, as a person from the village, they will basically come to Zhang's house to help, and Mr. Zhang is not stingy, and slaughtered the only big sow raised in the yard.

Others brought the freshly ground tofu, wild vegetables, eggs, etc., one by one, and finally the village chief invited Liu Mapo, the best cook in the village, to personally take charge of the spoon, and several tables were set up in the yard to make a rich 'tofu rice' for the big guys.

This is a tradition of white affairs, and it is still common in villages everywhere.

Men, women and children gathered one after another, some played gongs and drums to mourn, and some sang and wept and mourned, and the excitement was full of desolation.

I found a slightly open place to settle down, staring at the center of the Zhang family's courtyard with a complicated expression.

There was a coffin there, not the usual dark red, but like the free brown of wood, which looked very eye-catching.

After inquiring, I learned that the discount coffin was originally prepared by Mr. Zhang for himself, and it was not long after it was shipped back, and the paint had not been painted yet, so I ran into this incident.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and sadly took it out for Widow Zhang.

Widow Zhang's body has been placed in a coffin, and she has been dressed in a neat manner.

The coffin looks thin and light, which shows the difficulties of the old Zhang family, and the coffin is directly behind the hall, I glanced at it from a distance, only to see that the hall is lit with a few white soul-sending candles, light smoke curling, and there are several paper figures on both sides of the table, red and white are intertwined.

Two children in their early teens, sobbing and kneeling on the ground, kept burning paper money, looking sad.

Behind them, an old man, dressed in an uncertain and shabby robe, was wandering back and forth in the hall. A pair of hands and ten fingers pinched, and the god chattered as if he was calculating something.

From time to time, he would frown and look around, as if he had found something.

I raised an eyebrow and didn't say much.

The yin qi in the cornfield dissipated quickly, and it was impossible to detect, as if it was deliberately avoiding me.

To have such an IQ thing, it must not be a simple character, and now I am not sure if there is a ghost in the underworld hiding in the village, so as not to startle the snake, I decided to remain silent at the moment, and wait for the follow-up development.

I don't know why, I always have a strange intuition, I'm afraid there is something else hidden in this incident in the village today.

The aunt in pajamas was polite, knowing that I was 'unfamiliar with life', so she took the initiative to pull me to sit at a table with her, and insisted that I not see outside, although I let go of eating.

When we were eating and listening to the opera, eight rough men came to the next table one after another, and the pajama aunt said that these were the eight 'coffin bearers' who were responsible for carrying the coffin.

The meals of these eight people were slightly different from those at other tables.

Meats such as chicken, duck and fish have to be brought up for the year, but not for those born this year, that is to say, they must be raised for a full year before they can be eaten.

I looked at them with some surprise, yes, quite particular.

Although it sounds like a pharmacy is demanding, this statement is indeed a taboo, more than a year old poultry stained with yang energy, eating meat into the stomach, can strengthen their yang fire in a short period of time, which is equivalent to reducing the danger a little.

However, as soon as the eight big men saw the coffin, their faces became solemn.

In fact, they are not real coffin bearers, they were born in the wild road, they know a little yin and yang, have brute strength, and are more courageous, so they started this life.

Over the years, I have gradually become familiar with it after doing it for a long time.

But this kind of coffin is still the first time for several of them, and they can't help but worry about whether something will happen.

To do the deeds of the dead, no matter how bold you are, you are afraid!

Meow~~

At this moment, a black and shiny cat came up on the courtyard wall at some point, and a pair of cat's eyes in broad daylight actually faintly emitted green light, and the sound sounded harsh and poignant.

Cats and dogs are very psychic creatures, even if there is no light to cultivate demons, there is an innate keen perception of some evil things, the phenomenon of black cat premonition evil I saw with my grandmother a few times when I was a child, but I didn't expect to encounter it again today.

Once again, it proves that today, or tonight, the village will not be peaceful.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and I had decided to spend another night in the village, firstly, to find the real 'hidden secret' that may exist in this village, and secondly, to accumulate yin virtue!

The old man in the hall obviously also saw the black cat, and his face sank immediately.

After a pause, he took out a few charms from his arms, walked out and pasted them on the four sides of the coffin, and after a deep groan, he made a mark with a small rope soaked in cinnabar, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

I was stunned and shook my head a little speechlessly.

To be reasonable, this old way is not a tricky and deceived god, there are still some Taoism, but it's a pity that it's too 'naïve'.

If Widow Zhang really wants to make trouble with the corpse, can a few cinnabar ropes and dot charms trap her?

You must know that at that time, her deathless death was almost to the extreme, and the level of evil energy, let alone for a while, couldn't be trapped for a few minutes.

If you really want to control it first, it may be possible to remove the qi from Widow Zhang's throat.

Of course, I didn't stop it, and continued to sit quietly at the table, after all, to bring out the 'inside story' hidden in the dark, I hope that Widow Zhang can really make a mess of the corpse.

Between the mourning and mourning songs, time passed quickly, and gradually most of the people in the courtyard of the Zhang family dispersed, leaving only the relatives and friends of the Zhang family, the eight strong men who carried the coffin, and a few of our outsiders.

Lao Dao had been in the hall for a long time to close his eyes and recuperate, and then he suddenly turned together, looked at the sky, the yang qi was gradually weakening, and the yin qi was flourishing, which was almost the second watch.

Hurriedly walked out and commanded the 'coffin bearers':

"Okay, the time has come, and when I'm done explaining some things, I'll start lifting the coffin right away!"