Stab.
The door opened and there was a grinding sound.
Five pairs of eyes shot over at the same time.
There were five people in the peach house, dressed in different styles, some old and some young. Their eyes wandered around Liu Hou and then back.
In the middle is a large, dark coffin.
All the anger comes out of this coffin.
"Sir, the six Taoists who have been keeping vigil at night are all here."
The housekeeper made a phone call.
"Okay, Master Lu has promised to come over and see the great master's coffin."
"Okay, I understand, sir, please rest assured."
After the housekeeper hung up the phone, he gave a few more instructions and went out.
The peach house is very large, about fifty square meters, and it is now full of sacrificial supplies. There is a circle of chairs placed against the wall, which was originally intended for guests to rest after paying their respects, but now the five Taoist priests who came first have already
Here and there, each occupied a few sides.
The relationship between closeness and distance is clear at a glance.
The five Taoists were all dressed as Taoists, and two of them sat close to each other, obviously friends. They communicated with each other in low voices from time to time.
The other three are far apart.
Liu Hou secretly shook his head, these five people were not real Taoist priests.
The Dao Fire on the shoulders and tops of the five people's heads was weak, similar to that of ordinary people.
According to the regulations of the Taoist sect, only those who have passed the examination of the sixth level of red fire can be awarded the crown and given the yellow robe. Liu Hou is only an apprentice now and is not qualified to wear it.
These so-called Taoists are just trying to gain fame and reputation.
Liu Hou found a nearby seat and sat down, silently, just staring at the coffin in front of him.
There is a sacrificial table next to the coffin, and a photo of an old man's head hangs on it.
This is the deceased Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen is about eighty years old. He is in good spirits. Judging from his appearance, he is not a person who will die suddenly.
Why did he die suddenly?
Looking at the coffin again, Liu Hou frowned secretly.
July is the hottest time of the year. Even at night, the temperature is 30 degrees. But sitting next to this coffin, it is extremely cold, and a weak person is approaching.
I'm afraid I'll faint immediately.
The zombie aura is overwhelming!
The strangest thing is that the mahogany coffin was decorated with ink thread and nine-inch coffin nails were nailed on.
It was as if he was afraid that the corpse inside would escape.
Today is the seventh day after Mr. Shen's death.
Night of return to the soul.
"Brother, where are you from?"
A young Taoist priest sat over. He wore a crooked Taoist robe and spoke with a playful smile.
Liu Hou replied: "People from other places go to university here."
"Haha, I am from a village near me. I have learned some yin and yang. I usually perform rituals and hold funerals for people in the village."
The young man stretched out his hand: "He Hua."
"Liu Hou."
Liu Hou shook hands with him.
He Hua lowered his voice: "Do you know Mr. Shen from this family? He is a famous person."
"oh?"
Liu Hou shook his head: "I don't know."
There are always people like this in this world, who are naturally familiar and like to talk.
"The Shen family is a wealthy family. When he was young, he was so poor that he never had time to eat. He was also lucky. He happened to meet the cow demon and snake god. He was the first to pick up a hoe and ransack the nearby Leida Temple. It is said that he copied
After buying a lot of antiques, the abbot of the Leida Temple wore a white hat and hung himself from the eaves that night.
The next day, a lot of the antiques that had been copied from the Leida Temple and were to be burned were stolen without anyone noticing. After an investigation, no one was found to have done it, so the matter was dropped.
At that time, antiques were not worth as much as a bucket of rice.
The Shen family has never been plagued by plague, starving to death, and surviving. However, with the development of the economy, antiques have become more and more valuable. Mr. Shen took out some antiques and sold them, and suddenly became rich.
Since then, he has been making good plans, and the Shen family has grown bigger and bigger in Spring City, dominating most of the antique business in Spring City.
Some people guess that Mr. Shen was the one who stole the antiques from Leida Temple."
After He Hua finished speaking in a low voice, he added: "Moreover, I heard that Mr. Shen's sudden death this time was strange, maybe he was turned into a ghost by the abbot of the Lei Da Temple and took his life.
Otherwise, why wasn't he buried seven days after his death? Why did he pay a high price to a Taoist priest to keep vigil for seven consecutive days? But his family didn't dare to stay by the coffin?
There must be something weird in this coffin!
And I heard from my colleagues that the Shen family is haunted."
He Hua talked so much that his mouth was full of foam, and when people were gossiping, his face was most flushed.
After hearing the story, Liu Hou felt that the last sentence He Hua said was right.
There is indeed something strange in the coffin.
Otherwise, where did such a strong evil spirit come from?
This eight thousand yuan is not easy to earn.
Liu Hou didn't talk much, so He Hua chatted with him for a while. Seeing that Liu Hou wasn't very interested, he walked away and found someone else to start talking about.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and a full moon slowly climbed up into the sky. It shone into the courtyard. The street lights in the courtyard mixed with the cold white moonlight, giving it a stinging whiteness.
The chill is overwhelming.
It was unusually cold on a midsummer night.
There was another noise outside the courtyard, the sound of flattery from the housekeeper. The housekeeper rubbed his hands and led a few people into the peach house. Liu Hou took a closer look and saw three middle-aged men surrounding a arrogant young man.
Among the three middle-aged people, two are about forty years old, and the first one is about fifty years old. Their faces are somewhat similar to Mr. Shen, so they should be Mr. Shen's children.
The second master of the Shen family is the fifty-year-old middle-aged man. He is not at all burdened by the death of his father. Instead, he is very respectful to the young man in the middle: "Mr. Wang, this is where my father placed the coffin. Your master said the coffin
If you put it wrong, you have to put it again."
The young man named Mr. Wang, about twenty-five or six, had an unruly look on his face. He glanced disdainfully at the six Liu Hou people sitting on the chairs, ignored them, and counted them a few times with his fingers.
"The position of this coffin is indeed wrong. The air will be dispersed by the wind, and the boundary water will stop. This coffin is placed above the boundary water, and the soul cannot rest in peace. It will be difficult for the soul to return tonight."
The young man is a Feng Shui master with some real abilities.
Liu Hou saw that the Dao Fire on his body was stronger than that of ordinary people. It was about the peak of the first-class red fire. With one more step, he could reach the second-class red fire.
However, the art of Kanyu emphasizes experience and inheritance, not Taoism.
The young man was generally right about the location of Mr. Shen's coffin. But he was wrong about one thing. Mr. Shen's coffin was indeed above the boundary water, but whether its soul could return was not because of the boundary water.
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Instead, it was the boundary water that protected the family.
"Call a few people and move the coffin quickly. Move it to the side of the side room. The side of the Shen family's side is due to the south. As the saying goes, when the righteousness comes from the south, if the coffin is straightened, it can suppress the corpse energy of Mr. Shen. Shen
Home, nothing weird will happen again."
The young man ordered: "This is also what my master meant."
The Shen brothers nodded repeatedly. The young man's master was Lv Yinyang, a well-known Feng Shui master in Spring City. It was difficult to hire this master, and the queue would have to wait several years.
If Lu Yinyang hadn't had some friendship with the old man before his death and spent a lot of money, otherwise Lu Yinyang wouldn't have sold his Shen family's face at all.
No, Lu Yinyang, who originally said he would come tonight, did not show up. In the end, he only sent an apprentice.
You can imagine how big the rack is.
"Steward Zhou, please call a few people and follow Mr. Wang's instructions to lift the old man's coffin and move it to the side room."
Several members of the Shen family seemed to be afraid of this coffin.
I don’t know what terrible things I have encountered in the past few days.
Butler Zhou quickly called for people. Several strong men tied the coffin with ropes and were about to lift it up. Liu Hou finally couldn't help but said: "Don't lift up the coffin. As soon as the coffin leaves this house, it will turn into a corpse immediately."
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Chapter completed!