Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 106 The Compassionate Coffin and the Vicious Coffin

noon.

The sun was hot, and the master and apprentice hid under a tree to enjoy the shade. The two of them were far away from Xinyang County, at least four or five hundred miles away.

Just as Li Daoxuan was about to practice, there was a sudden sound of suona in the distance.

The master and apprentice looked at each other with a look of surprise.

This is mourning!

Sure enough, a funeral procession came in the distance after a while.

A group of people are all dressed in white linen, yellow paper is all over the sky, and weeping is endless.

Four strong men lifted the coffin, they were all burly, but at the moment there was a trace of pain on their faces.

Li Daoxuan noticed that every step they took would leave a deep footprint.

"Tu'er, did you notice anything wrong?"

Zhang Qianyang stroked his beard and looked at the funeral procession with a flash of light in his eyes.

He didn't say it directly, but was an apprentice in the school examination.

Li Daoxuan pondered for a while, and said: "This coffin seems to be extremely heavy, and it was nailed to the coffin before it was buried. Is there something strange about the corpse inside?"

The coffin must be buried first before it can be nailed, but here it is reversed, which is very unusual.

As the funeral procession approached the two of them, Li Daoxuan felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a bit.

This shows that the corpse in the coffin is very dark!
Zhang Qianyang nodded, and added: "One more thing, it's the time of the funeral."

Li Daoxuan's eyes brightened, and he said: "They actually chose to go to the funeral at noon, something is really wrong!"

Folk funerals generally avoid funerals at noon, because at this time the yang energy is at its peak. If the soul of the deceased has not left and is exposed to the sun at noon, it is very likely that the soul will be scattered!
Zhang Qianyang sneered, and said: "It seems that they are afraid that the person in the coffin will turn into a ghost. If the master guesses correctly, this coffin must be a murderous coffin!"

The coffins are divided into benevolent and fierce. The benevolent coffin refers to the person who died in bed, and the fierce coffin is an accidental death. This kind of person usually has a lot of resentment after death, and it is easier to turn into a ghost or other dirty things.

Li Daoxuan suddenly said: "No wonder the coffin is so heavy. It turns out that the resentment is concentrated. Master, will something go wrong?"

His hands were itchy, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat.

Zhang Qianyang shook his head, pointed to the sun in the sky, and said: "With such a big sun, unless there is any accident, nothing will happen."

Li Daoxuan nodded, looking at the funeral procession gradually going away, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

However, accidents always happen suddenly. The sun in the sky dimmed, and the sun entered a cloud at some point.

At this time, there was a sudden exclamation in the funeral procession.

It turned out that the coffin was too heavy, and the rope carrying the coffin broke suddenly, causing the coffin to fall to the ground.

A middle-aged man in sackcloth and filial piety widened his eyes and said in panic, "Hurry up, lift it up, the Taoist priest of the Longevity Palace said that this coffin must never fall to the ground!"

Several strong men stepped forward, re-tied the rope, and tried to lift the coffin up.

But soon their complexions changed drastically, because no matter how hard they tried, even though the veins were bulging and their faces were flushed, the coffin seemed to be stuck to the ground, completely motionless!

"This... this is impossible!"

"We were clearly able to move before..."

Just when several strong men looked at each other, the coffin suddenly trembled slightly, as if something was about to come out of it.

This terrifying scene immediately frightened the people around them out of their wits, and they all moved away from the coffin.

Several big men who carried the coffin also ran away. They carried the coffin for a living, but this was the first time they encountered such a strange thing.

It's bright and sunny, can you still cheat a corpse?

The coffin continued to tremble, and the nails on it also shook, as if they were about to loosen.

Just when everyone was about to flee, a voice sounded.

"Everyone, don't panic, stay safe and don't be impatient!"

Zhang Qianyang's voice was clear and distant, resounding in everyone's ears, making them calm down a lot.

When they saw the yellow Taoist robe on Zhang Qianyang, everyone's eyes lit up, as if they saw a savior.

A middle-aged man in sackcloth and filial piety hurried over and begged, "Teacher...here, what's going on?"

Zhang Qianyang glanced at him and said, "What is the relationship between the person in the coffin and you?"

"It's my father!"

Zhang Qianyang nodded, and said: "I am reluctant to let the coffin of kindness fall, and I am unwilling to let the coffin of evil fall. Let me ask you, did your father die unexpectedly?"

The middle-aged man hesitated.

At this moment, the coffin shook more violently, and a coffin nail flew out.

He trembled, not daring to hide any more, and hurriedly said: "To tell you the truth, my father is over seventy years old, has always lived in seclusion and practiced Taoism, fasted and kept quiet, and was in good health, but he died suddenly three days ago!"

"I asked the Taoist priests from the Longevity Palace to come and see them. They said that my father was very resentful and could easily turn into a ghost, so they ordered me to hold the funeral at noon, and told the coffin not to fall to the ground halfway. Who would have imagined..."

Zhang Qianyang nodded, and said: "That Taoist is right, but it's a pity that he still underestimated your father's resentment."

boom!boom!
Another two coffin nails flew out!
The middle-aged man's complexion changed drastically, and his legs trembled.

Zhang Qianyang snorted coldly and said, "Disciple."

Li Daoxuan smiled and said: "Master, leave it to me!"

As he said that, he stepped forward and slapped the coffin violently, scolding: "What's the trouble, you know how to scare your son when you're old!"

boom!
The coffin trembled even more violently.

"Hehe, the old man has a big temper."

Li Daoxuan took off the Three Realms gourd from his waist and put it on the coffin.

Immediately, the trembling coffin stopped immediately, as if being pressed down by a mountain.

Although the Three Realms Gourd is a broken fairy weapon, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, it is more than enough to suppress a ghost.

At this time, Zhang Qianyang had already drawn a magic circle on the ground with wooden sticks, and Li Daoxuan glanced at it, feeling dizzy.

He is not very talented in formations, what kind of heavenly stems and earthly branches, innate gossip, are as complicated as high mathematics.

"Disciple, carry this coffin to the magic circle!"

Li Daoxuan was a little puzzled, and whispered: "Master, if I just burn him to death with a gourd, won't that be the end?"

Zhang Qianyang shook his head and said: "It's easy to burn to death, I can induce a thunderbolt, and it can be wiped out, but his relatives are here after all, it is a merit to protect his body and make it safe in the ground. "

Li Daoxuan nodded.

Thinking about it differently, if he was the son of the funeral, he definitely didn't want to see his father disappear into ashes and die without a whole body.

He took off the gourd of the three realms, and the coffin trembled again.

Li Daoxuan immediately pasted a fixing talisman to temporarily fix it, then hugged one end of the coffin with both hands, exerting force suddenly.

hum~
Those strong men could not lift the coffin with all their strength, but it was carried by Li Daoxuan alone.

The burly men were stunned by this scene and couldn't figure it out. They just thought that although the young Taoist priest was tall and slender, he was not big, and he was a bit bookish. How could he have such great strength?

Li Daoxuan carried the coffin and walked towards the magic circle drawn by the master.

With every step he took, a deep footprint would be left under his feet.

The current Li Daoxuan looked handsome and handsome, but his physical strength was already terrifying. Even though the coffin weighed thousands of catties, it still couldn't help him.

Li Daoxuan threw the coffin onto the circle.

boom!
The ground seemed to tremble slightly.

The next moment, the magic circle began to glow with golden light, and the Yin Qi in the coffin was quickly drawn underground along the magic circle.

"This array can guide the Yin Qi in the coffin into the ground, and disperse it in the sky and the earth. It doesn't take a moment to be worry-free."

Zhang Qianyang smiled slightly, as if he had a plan in mind.

However, as a large amount of yin energy dissipated, the coffin trembled more violently, and even the amulet that Li Daoxuan had attached fell off.

"No, apprentice, quickly use your heavenly eyes to take a look inside the coffin!"

(End of this chapter)