The elders of the Linlu tribe began to name out the strong young people with the best zodiac sign.
People who were born in the year of Dragon, Tiger and Dog, there were about ten people lined up in the end.
"Who among you is a tiger, take a step forward."
At some point, the old Taoist priest found a live rooster with a blood-red comb and bright colors in his hand.
"I."
One of them stood up.
"Among the relatives present, those who are born in the year of Tiger, please come forward."
After a slight confusion, five or six more people stood up one after another from the crowd of clan members brought by Lin Lu.
The old Taoist priest held the live bird rooster in his hand and said with a serious expression: "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. The white tiger is the main killer. If two tigers fight, there will be blood evil. All the people whose zodiac sign is tiger should step back a hundred feet away and turn their backs."
Go, don't look at the cemetery."
After saying that, the old Taoist priest walked to the newly dug grave with a live bird and rooster in his hand, and threw the rooster in his hand into the grave where the soil was still fresh.
Whoa whoa
Oh oh oh
But I saw the rooster fluttering its wings a few times, and after falling into the grave pit, it began to peck out poisonous insects and centipedes that like shade in the grave pit and ate them into its belly.
Hiss hiss
A green-scaled poisonous snake with a triangular head actually swam out from under the white coffin. After staring at the rooster for a while, it swam out of the grave pit and disappeared into the bushes.
And the rooster, like a victorious general, raised its head and crowed, causing all the poisonous insects, snakes and ants hiding in the dark places of the grave to disappear.
"The fire in the south is Bing Ding, and the rooster should be the red bird. The rooster has pure yang and lacks yin. It is born to like to eat centipedes, mole crickets, ground lice, etc. that are heavy in yin. If you live in the soil for a thousand years, you can't beat a good chicken."
"Now that the evil spirits in the grave pit have been scared away by the rooster, you can go down into the pit and lift up the coffin."
When the rooster was taken away, several young and strong men, holding hemp ropes and bamboo sticks as thick as two fingers in their hands, jumped into the grave pit, tied a knot tightly outside the white coffin, and started shouting!
The four big men tried their best to drink milk at night, and their faces turned red, but the white coffin did not move at all.
"It's strange, this coffin is so heavy!"
"There shouldn't be anyone buried inside, but a big stone!"
Among the big men carrying the coffin, someone suppressed his blush and spoke with difficulty.
The old Taoist priest's face darkened.
"Taoist Chen, could this be the one in the coffin who... doesn't want to leave?" An elder from the Lin family walked to the old Taoist priest with a cane and a trembling body, and asked worriedly.
But the old Taoist priest took three lit incense sticks, jumped into the grave pit himself, and inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the gap in the coffin lid.
Time passes slowly.
However, for the four strong men in the pit, their days were like years.
They are deeply afraid that the dead body in the white coffin of this grave pit will suddenly escape. Now there are so many people crowded in the pit, and they will not be able to escape even if they want to.
Three sticks of incense burned one-fifth of the time, but nothing happened.
After the old Taoist priest went back into the pit, he said, "Go down again and the two of you will carry the coffin together."
Bang.
Bang.
Immediately two strong men jumped into the grave.
It was already a bit crowded at this time.
The two big men also took out a two-finger-thick hemp rope and tied a tight knot in the middle of the white coffin... Bah, bah, bah, they each spit a few mouthfuls of saliva into their palms to increase the friction between the palms and the hemp rope.
Then he lowered his back and squatted on the horse.
The six people shouted in unison: "Get up!"
Six big men worked together to carry the coffin. This time the white coffin finally got off the ground and was lifted.
Although it was very difficult for six strong men to carry it, they were able to finally lift the white coffin out of the grave, which solved the worries of Lin Lu and his family.
"First carry this white coffin back to my shop in Changli."
"After the body of Lin Lu's deceased wife is recovered and reburied, I will recite the "Lingbao Wumeiren Sutra" several times for the master in the white coffin to save the suffering master in the white coffin, and then find a Feng Shui land
Have a good burial."
The old Taoist priest ordered.
So, in the distance, the people who were watching the excitement saw six strong men, sweating from the forehead, gritting their teeth and struggling to carry a white coffin down the mountain.
This scene surprised everyone.
Could it be that what is buried in this white coffin is not a dead person, but a stone person?
Otherwise, why would six grown men be so overwhelmed?
Hearing the crowd's exclamations, Lin Lu's relatives whose zodiac signs were tigers, and Zhang Yuan's relatives who had their backs to the cemetery, was a young man. He couldn't hold back his curiosity for a moment, and secretly looked back in the direction of the white coffin in the cemetery...
An accident happened!
Bang!
The two-finger-thick hemp rope breaks, bang!
The white coffin has a high head and a low tail, with one end falling heavily to the ground.
The old Taoist priest was shocked. He hurriedly ran to the white coffin and took a look. The three incense sticks that were originally inserted in the gaps of the white coffin burned abnormally, two short and one long.
People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts!
The most taboo for fragrance is two short and one long!
Crack! Another accident happened. Three incense sticks, two short and one long, suddenly broke. The back of the old Taoist priest's robe was soaked with sweat. I don't know if it was the cold sweat on a sunny day.
"We can no longer forcefully carry the coffin down!"
"Hurry up and carry the white coffin back to the cemetery. We can't carry it anymore today."
When Lin Lu and his clan members heard this, they all surrounded the old Taoist priest and asked what was going on, why they had to put the coffin back again after they had already taken it out.
"The coffin cannot fall to the ground! Once the coffin falls to the ground, it cannot be carried down, otherwise the coffin bearer will die! The person buried in this white coffin is so fierce that even when the yang energy is at its strongest during the day, it cannot suppress it.
Corpse!" The old Taoist priest looked a little ugly.
"What should we do?"
"We can't let Liu'er's bones remain exposed in the wilderness and become a lonely ghost, cough cough cough..."
"Ahem, cough, cough... Daozhang Chen, please save Liu'er. Liu'er and I have been a couple for a hundred days, and I really can't bear to see her unable to be laid to rest after her death."
Lin Lu spoke in a hurry. He had not recovered from a serious illness and was weak. He coughed violently and begged the old Taoist priest to help him.
"It seems we can only carry the corpse." The old Taoist priest frowned and finally came up with a way.
Carrying a corpse?
Lin Lu and others were stunned after hearing this.
I couldn't recover from this shocking word for a while.
"Daozhang Chen...you mean carrying the body, but do you mean finding someone to carry the body?" The person who spoke this time was Lin Lu's father, with a look of astonishment on his face and a hesitant tone.
"Exactly!"
"Now there is no way to find a corpse-carrying craftsman who can make a living in this craft in a short time. We can only find people with strong enough fate to carry the corpse in the white coffin!" The old Taoist priest explained patiently.
"This person's fate must be strong enough to suppress the fierce master in the white coffin. To be honest, I have seen the faces of everyone in your Lin family before I lifted up the coffin.
But it’s a pity that no one’s destiny is enough to suppress the powerful murderer in the white coffin.”
"The next step is to listen to fate and try your best to see if you can find someone with a strong enough destiny to carry the body. If you really can't find someone with a strong enough destiny, this white coffin cannot be moved for the time being.
I advise you to find a new geomantic treasure land, move the grave and bury your deceased wife properly, so as to alleviate her resentment."