Lao Guo pointed to the pony that was riding on the car: "We were passing by here, and the wheels were flat. Stay here for a while, and you can continue to work, sorry." The man holding the coffin called a young man and explained a few words. The young man came over and said politely to Lao Guo, "Is there anything I can help you with?" Lao Guo thanked him and said he was fine. Then he stopped him and said, "Young man, please tell me, the person buried in the ground today is a young man?" The younger generation sighed, "It's my cousin. She drowned to death when she was only eighteen years old." Lao Guo handed him a cigarette and asked, "Isn't this the ancestral tomb of your village? Why do you want to bury people here?" "The rules of our village, those who died suddenly without a family can't enter the ancestral tomb, can't be cremated, they have to be buried halfway up the mountain, I'm going to get busy." Waving his hand, he ran back to the funeral procession. Ye Shaoyang stared closely at the four coffin bearers. The two on the left seemed to be struggling, carrying the pole with all their strength, but the coffin was still leaning towards them. Lao Guo also noticed something unusual, and said in a deep voice: "Shen on the left, welcome the demon god. There is something wrong with this corpse." The funeral procession walked along the path, and when they came to an open field, the Taoist yelled, "Stop!" Everyone stopped and put down the coffin.
The Taoist took out a compass, walked back and forth within a radius of twenty meters with square steps, and finally selected a place, without explaining, stepped on it with his foot, and said, "Let's dig." A few young men stepped forward with shovels in their hands, and within a short time, a grave was dug. Under the command of the Taoist priest, two coffin bearers stepped forward and put the mahogany coffin in, ready to be nailed. Ye Shaoyang walked up at this time and said: "This coffin cannot be buried." All of a sudden, everyone turned around and looked at the stranger in surprise. Anger had already emerged in someone's eyes. Xiao Ma hurried to catch up, tugged at his clothes, and reminded: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful of getting beaten." The Taoist felt that his authority was being challenged, looked at Ye Shaoyang, and said viciously, "Why can't it be buried?" "The deceased has a demonic aura and cannot be buried." Ye Shaoyang said calmly, but this sentence caused an uproar in the funeral procession. Country people are superstitious. When going to a funeral, the most taboo thing is to hear something like a dead body, especially if the owner of the coffin died suddenly, it is even more taboo. Especially the Taoist priest, he was the one who wanted to bury people. Ye Shaoyang said that he couldn't bury him, which was equivalent to hitting him in the face. He pointed at Ye Shaoyang on the spot and said, "Who are you? You cast a curse of rotten tongue!" Ye Shaoyang said curiously: "It's the first time I've heard of this spell, how to use it, please teach me." "Bastard, get out, get out, don't delay our business!" The old Taoist had a temper. Xiao Ma was annoyed when he heard it, rolled up his sleeves, and cursed: "You old cow-nosed..." Lao Guo glared at him: "Who are you scolding?" Xiao Ma was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Lao Guo and Ye Shaoyang were both Taoist priests, and he wanted to scold each other when he said "bull-nosed", but he didn't want his own people to be tricked, so he felt depressed. Lao Guo took a step forward, cupped his hands at the Taoist priest, and said, "Seeing that mountains are not mountains, and waters are not waters, how dare you ask the name of Mount Youbao?" The old Taoist froze for a moment, and waved his hands, "What a mess, Daoist, I am the Heavenly Master of Xuanqing Mountain, I'm fine, get out of here." "Xuanqing Mountain Celestial Master..." Xiao Ma glanced at Ye Shaoyang, and gave the old Taoist a thumbs up, "Okay, buddy, I admire you, hehe, you are bragging to grandma's house today." The old Taoist saw that these people spoke strangely, they seemed to be members of the Taoist sect, and he didn't want to pester them, so he turned to the coffin bearers and said, "The auspicious time has come, nail down!" Ye Shaoyang still wanted to stop him, but Old Guo said in a low voice: "Little brother, don't move, or you will really be beaten. Anyway, this coffin can't be buried, and they will know how powerful it is, so you can take action."
Ye Shaoyang thought so too, stopped making a sound, stood aside and watched quietly. Two coffin bearers held a seven-inch long nail and nailed it firmly around the coffin. The old Taoist priest sat cross-legged beside him, holding a mahogany sword, chanting words, as if he was doing a magic trick. When the spike reached the seventh, it suddenly snapped and broke. This is a very unlucky thing at a funeral, the old Taoist rolled his eyelids and scolded: "What happened!" The coffin-bearer picked up another nail and pressed it on the coffin lid, and hammered the other nail down, and the nail broke again in the middle. This scene also caused dissatisfaction among the funeral crowd, who scolded them for not being careful. The two coffin bearers were very aggrieved. One looked at the old Taoist priest and said, "Sir, I'm not too bad. My hammer didn't miss, and the nail didn't miss either. Who knows why..." "Useless things, I'll come!" The old Taoist squeezed the hammer from his hand, jumped down to the pit himself, let one person hold the nail, and he saw it right, and went down with the hammer: "Crack!" The nail broke again! The old Taoist was dumbfounded, but before he could recover, there was a soft knocking sound inside the coffin. The old Taoist was so frightened that his feet slipped, he rolled down the coffin on the spot, using both hands and feet, he climbed up in embarrassment, his face was pale with fright, he collected himself, wanted to do something, touched his body, and found that the mahogany sword was gone. "Where's my sword? My mahogany sword?" As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the mahogany sword fell into the grave, and just about to reach for it, there was another muffled sound inside the coffin, louder than before, causing the whole coffin to shake. The old Taoist backed away in fright, and got up disheveled, trying to reach for the peach wood sword again, but he didn't dare to touch the coffin. "Lend me a hand, let's do it." Ye Shaoyang pouted at him, "Let me see your ability as a master of Xuanqing Mountain." The old Taoist's face turned red and white, turned around, and said to the people who had been stunned for a long time: "This is a fraudulent corpse, go get some firewood and burn her to death!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was another knocking sound from the coffin, this time it was continuous, and it was mixed with a muffled voice of a woman: "Father, let me out, I'm not dead, I'm so bored, let me out..." After this sentence was finished, the scene remained silent for ten seconds, and then the crowd retreated with strange screams. The father of the deceased, the man, sat on the ground with a plop and cried: "Open the coffin, my daughter is not dead yet !" "Uncle, calm down, she is already dead." A young man advised tremblingly. "It's not dead, it's not dead, she's still alive!" The man got up, rushed over, and greeted everyone, "Open the coffin, save my daughter!" Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, how could anyone dare to move. The old Taoist was still yelling: "Set the fire on fire, hurry up and get firewood!" Both of them were yelling, one wanted to set fire and the other wanted to open the coffin. In the eyes of Ye Shaoyang and others, it became a farce. Ye Shaoyang strode up to the man, patted him on the shoulder and said, "There is no longer your daughter in the coffin, but you must open the coffin, otherwise something serious will happen. I will also open the coffin to let you see what has become of your daughter." , let you die." ——