Seeing that there was no sound in the coffin, the villagers gradually gathered around again.
Hou Baolai continued to pry the coffin lid with a shovel, and after some effort, the coffin lid was finally pried up.
A rotten musty smell also wafted through the air.
"Lift the lid of the coffin."
Ding Ermiao commanded.
But no one dared to step forward, but they all took two steps back.
"Since you're afraid, let's go farther and I'll come by myself."
Ding Ermiao waved his hand angrily and asked everyone to stand farther away.
As soon as they heard this, everyone was relieved, and with a hula, they all ran two feet away, including Hou Baolai.
Ding Ermiao held a crutch in one hand and lifted the whip in the other.
After taking a deep breath, Ding Ermiao waved his hand, and the corpse whip flew out, rolling the coffin lid to the side.
"It's amazing," the onlookers exclaimed.
You must know that Old Lady Hou's coffin is very thick, and it is a standard thirteen-round specification.
The coffin lid is at least about one hundred and fifty pounds.
And Ding Ermiao, lame on one leg, on crutches, and with a big mouse under his feet, he waved one hand and rolled open the coffin lid with a whip.
Where have the villagers seen this kind of heavy lifting Swept away the coffin lid, Ding Ermiao looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help frowning.
The villagers tentatively gathered around again, probing their heads into the coffin.
"Ah, how can this be" "Mom, I'm scared to death" Trembling screams rang out one after another, and there was a lot of chattering.
In the coffin, the old lady of the Hou family was wearing a black shroud with three waists and five collars, lying on her back.
It's just that his hands stretched out upwards and reached into the sky, and the nails of his ten fingers were more than three inches long.
Moreover, Mrs.
Hou's face was covered with a layer of thick, gray mouse hair, which looked very unhuman, like a monster.
Hou Baolai sat down on the ground with a thud, and muttered: "Grandpa, how did you change and become like this?"
Ding Ermiao sighed and said, "The juniors of the Hou family, come over and kowtow to the old lady."
Then I invited the old lady out, burned it with gasoline, and it was all right. ” The crowd trembled and did not dare to come forward.
"You don't kowtow, beware of Old Lady Hou going to your house at night to call the door."
Ding Ermiao threatened with bad intentions.
There was a bang, and a large piece knelt down in front of the coffin After everyone kowtowed, the big mouse suddenly spoke, and said, "Archmage, please, let me have another drink with Mrs.
Hou, for the last time, please" Ding Ermiao looked at the time, and there was still a while before it was dark, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a stick of incense." ” "Thank you, Archmage, and please give me a bowl of wine."
The big rat kowtows in thanksgiving.
Ding Ermiao took out a bottle of wine from the offerings brought by the Hou family, opened the lid, and put it at his feet.
Everyone was surprised and inexplicable, and they didn't know how the big mouse was going to drink with Mrs.
Hou, so they stretched their necks to watch.
I saw that the big mouse opened its mouth, bit the bottleneck, suddenly jumped, jumped into the coffin, and landed on the chest of Old Lady Hou.
Then the big mouse bit the bottle, held the bottle with both front paws, raised its head and took a sip, and put the bottle aside.
Then, the big mouse brought his sharp beak to the mouth of the old lady Hou and began to blow slowly.
And Mrs.
Hou also seemed to smell the aroma of wine, and even opened her mouth to accept the smell of wine blown by the big mouse The onlookers were shocked and silent.
"Do you still have wine?"
Ding Ermiao turned his head and asked Hou Baolai.
"And one more bottle."
Hou Baolai replied.
Ding Ermiao nodded and said, "Take out all the sacrifices you brought and put them in front of the grave." ” Hou Baolai didn't dare to slack off, and immediately took out a few sacrifices and wine glasses and chopsticks, and placed them in front of the coffin.
Ding Ermiao sat down cross-legged and personally poured wine for Mrs.
Hou, one by one, and slowly poured it on the ground.
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"There are many cemeteries on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival sweeps each other.
The paper ash turned into a white butterfly, and the weeping blood stained into a red cuckoo.
The fox sleeps on the mound at sunset, and returns to the children at night in front of the laughing lamp.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk, and a drop of it will go to Jiuquan" A bottle of wine was all poured on the ground, Ding Ermiao sighed, looked at the coffin and said: "Old lady Hou, others have children and grandchildren around their knees, enjoy the joy of old age, you have mouse friends to accompany you, life and death depend on each other, like a brother and a brother.
It's not in vain, so you can go with peace of mind.
The mouse, now that the time has come, I'm going to do it, you come out. ” With that, Ding Ermiao stood up and prepared to incinerate the body of Old Lady Hou.
But when I got up and looked, I saw that in the coffin, the big mouse was already drunk and lying on the chest of the old lady Hou and fell asleep.
And the corners of Old Lady Hou's eyes shed two lines of tears.
"The world of men, animals don't understand, it seems that the world of animals, I don't understand either."
Ding Ermiao laughed self-deprecatingly, and asked everyone to put aside the firewood they brought, and then poured gasoline.
Then, Ding Ermiao shook his hand and whipped the corpse on the ground next to the coffin As if he was seriously frightened, the old lady Hou in the coffin actually swished and stood up straight "Ahh Ding Ermiao waved his hand, and the whip wrapped around Old Lady Hou's waist.
In the area of transportation again, Mrs.
Hou flew out of the coffin and landed on the pyre.
"Maoshan Fire Dragon Talisman, up" Ding Ermiao withdrew the corpse whip, and a fire dragon talisman flew out with a flick of his fingers. disheveled The flames flared up, and the flames raged.
Old lady Hou struggled to get up in the firelight, waving her hands and feet.
But Ding Ermiao then whipped him on the ground, and Old Lady Hou immediately quieted down.
But unexpectedly, at this moment, the big mouse in the coffin suddenly woke up, jumped out, jumped into the firelight, and died as a friend Ding Ermiao sighed and was silent.
After a while, the fire gradually weakened, but the body of Old Lady Hou had not yet been burned.
"Lend me three flavors, assist you with real fire, and be as urgent as a law" Ding Ermiao flicked his fingers, and a copper coin flew out and landed in the firelight.
Suddenly, the firelight turned from red to blue, and the scorching waves hit people, and the onlookers retreated one after another.
In an instant, the bones of Old Lady Hou were all incinerated, and the big mouse was left with only a withered skeleton.
Ding Ermiao took a shovel, smashed the skeleton into pieces, and then shoveled it into the coffin, ordering everyone to close the coffin lid and rebuild the grave.
In the end, Ding Ermiao recited the supernatal mantra to Mrs.
Hou and the big mouse again before ordering everyone to go down the mountain.
Ding Ermiao was still sitting in a sedan chair, carried down the mountain by the villagers.
"This brother, I don't know if you can look at the feng shui of the cemetery," a middle-aged uncle, walking by Ding Ermiao's bamboo sedan chair, asked.
"Of course I will, I'm a disciple of Maoshan."
Ding Ermiao smiled and asked, "Do you have any difficult questions?"
"My family has always been unprosperous, and it has been passed down for 16 generations.
I just want to find someone to see if it's the feng shui of the cemetery and what is wrong.
The man said.
Ding Ermiao was stunned, this person has also been passed down for sixteen generations, but it is very similar to the situation in his own family. 160420oshow7: