My weird life

505,

——It was like a sword flashed across silently,

The bride's shadow was cut into two pieces,

The red threads wrapped around the thirty-four arms of the dark Yamantaka were all dissolved, and the thirty-four arms penetrated into the resentful fire under the seat of the Yinxi Stove King God, and captured the consciousness of the dead of Mr. Jiang!

This moment!

Yinxi Kitchen King God's throne trembled,

Cracks appeared on the dark tablet!

The terrifying scent of incense billows out from the cracks!

The thirty-four arms that penetrated the flames of resentment all pinched out the Heart Lamp Seal. A bright white light rose from the fingertips of the thirty-four arms. The flame blended into the blood-red flames of resentment and turned into a faint light. An undetectable trace,

But it still burns,

Not assimilated by the fire of resentment,

Nor is it extinguished.

Thirty-four arms retracted.

Yinxi Kitchen God's throne stopped trembling.

The green smoke dissipated quickly.

Su Wu returned to his original appearance, and his 'True Meaning of Yamantaka' accommodated Mr. Jiang's weak consciousness, making him feel a little better.

But in the blink of an eye,

Calm was restored all around.

He is still in the dark cave,

Everything just now was like a dream.

But the corpses scattered on the ground, the foul-smelling scarlet corpse water in the coffin, and the copper ball cut in half on the ground all showed that everything just now was not a dream!

…

Toot, toot, toot—

The loud and piercing sound of the trumpet woke me up all day long.

In Jiang’s courtyard,

A coffin painted red was placed in the center of the courtyard, and there was a coffin painted black in the corner of the courtyard. There was no body in either coffin.

Four young adults each held a bamboo pole, which supported the four corners of a black cloth.

They stretched out the black cloth sheet and moved the bamboo pole towards the red-painted coffin.

People were surrounding these four people, squeezing forward as hard as they could. While squeezing forward, people grabbed stacks of paper money from the baskets they carried and threw them randomly in the sky.

Some paper money falls on people's shoulders,

Some paper money swirled and fell into the dust.

The sound of the suona kept ringing,

Outside the gate of Jiang Family Courtyard,

Suddenly there was a burst of crackling firecrackers.

"The time has come!"

The person outside the door shouted.

Someone heard what the young man lighting firecrackers said outside the door, and quickly passed a message to the door: "The time has come——"

"The time has come——"

These words were passed on one by one, like a solemn and solemn handover ceremony.

Jiang Yingying was sitting at the door of the hall, staring blankly at the crowds of people in the courtyard. Listening to the shouts that penetrated the loud suona, her mind suddenly became tense and she turned to look behind her.

Grandpa was still lying on the door panel, his face was pale and he might never be able to open his eyes again.

The four young men holding a piece of black cloth sheet turned back and walked towards the door of the main room.

"Hun'er is gone!

It’s time for your body to hit the road! "

someone in the crowd yelled.

"We have sent the third uncle's soul back. Third uncle, have a safe journey -"

"farewell!"

Shouts came one after another from the crowd.

Four young men holding bamboo poles squeezed out of the crowd, walked into the main room holding the black cloth, passed by Jiang Yingying, and held the black cloth over Mr. Jiang's body.

As the old saying goes, after a person dies, he cannot see the sun during the day, so as not to be killed by the sun and the soul that may be hidden in the body will be eliminated from the possibility of reincarnation.

Therefore, the family members of the deceased should hold up a piece of cloth for the deceased to block the sun in the sky.

Only in this way can the deceased be moved into the coffin.

After four young men whose zodiac signs did not conflict with Mr. Jiang's, they put on the black sheets and

Three or four more young men from the Jiang family came.

They moved the birthday quilt under Mr. Jiang, and moved Mr. Jiang and the birthday quilt under him together. Several people moved the body, covered with black cloth by four young men holding bamboo poles, and began to walk outside the main room. .

It's about to be transferred to the coffin,

The next step is to close the coffin and grind the nails.

The old divine man said that the entire ritual process should be as slow as possible.

The final nail in the coffin must be delayed and delayed.

But Mr. Jiang found all his family members and made the whole ceremony retro and retro, and even restored the ritual of 'sending the soul on the road' and 'calling the soul'. But even so, the ceremony has been delayed until now and has come to an end.

We can no longer afford to delay.

Mr. Jiang was discussing with the sick old man in the corner of the hall door.

The two made gestures from time to time.

Jiang Yingying watched blankly as her grandfather's body was moved to the scarlet coffin. She felt an indescribable emotion in her heart, a little blocked and a little confused.

She walked forward with the crowd,

Walking to the door, I heard the old man's words: "I just divined a hexagram, and I can't see the hexagram clearly. I'm afraid the matter is in doubt today - Hun'er hasn't come back until now. Think about it." I can't come back,

How should the ceremony proceed?

Just go down.

Let’s nail the coffin! "

"How about you tell another fortune?

Maybe it’s different now than it was just now? "Second Master Jiang asked from the side.

The old magic man shook his head repeatedly: "How can divination be done casually? If you do it now, the divination may not be accurate, and it is easy for some sneaky things to sense it and follow it after smelling it.

Then things are going to be really bad!

Just leave it to fate,

Destiny is like this, there is no other way! "

Mr. Jiang stopped talking.

He saw Jiang Yingying standing on the steps next to her. This niece was so pitiful. Not long after her parents left, her grandfather followed her...

"Yingying, Yingying?" Mr. Jiang called Jiang Yingying twice.

Jiang Yingying came back to her senses and looked at Mr. Jiang in despair.

Second Master Jiang looked at his grandniece’s face,

He lowered his head and took a few puffs of cigarette before saying in a low voice: "Yingying, go see your grandpa. Take one last look at your grandpa... I won't see you again..."

After Mr. Jiang said something, he turned around and walked away in a hurry.

And what he said has been swirling in Jiang Yingying's mind.

I won’t be able to see you anymore, I won’t be able to see you anymore…

Jiang Yingying still didn't feel any emotion in her heart.

It's just a little blocked,

Somewhat dull.

But there are still things fermenting quietly, like tiny cracks under the ice—the cracks are beginning to spread.

She glanced at the crowds of people in the yard,

I saw some old people talking to each other and smoking cigarettes. They gathered around the coffin and even had some smiles on their faces.

I see many people who have nothing to do with me,

I saw my grandpa wrapped in a birthday quilt under a black cloth sheet and being moved to a large red-lacquered coffin surrounded by people.

Deep loneliness and great fear were like an iron chisel, digging into Jiang Yingying's already cracked heart, which was about to collapse.

She saw grandpa being moved into the coffin,

The black cloth began to be removed,

A young man lifted the coffin lid——

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

Jiang Yingying shouted, digging through the people who were crowded in front, and pushing into the crowd with all her strength! Squeeze like crazy!

She squeezed through the walls of people,

Finally, I stood next to the red-painted coffin.

Grandpa was already lying in the coffin. His tall figure seemed a bit short lying in the large coffin, and the yellow paper covering his face was also removed.

Jiang Yingying looked at her grandfather lying in the coffin, her lips trembling, tears rolling down from her eyes like broken beads!

Severe heart pain!

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"The coffin is about to be closed!"

Young people carried the coffin lid and squeezed into the crowd.

People scattered one after another. Jiang Yingying opened her mouth to call out something, but found that she could not make a sound.

She raised her head,

Tears smeared her eyes.

Separated by a coffin,

Jiang Yingying saw a tall figure appear on the opposite side.

She hurriedly rubbed her eyes, then opened them to look across from the coffin - where was the figure she expected to see at this moment?

The miracle seems to have never happened.

Jiang Yingying lowered her head.

Quietly staring at grandpa in the coffin.

at this time,

A tall figure walked into the Jiang family yard, walked against the chaotic crowd, walked to the red lacquer coffin, and stood beside Jiang Yingying.

The old man huddled at the door of the hall, sitting sickly against the wall, saw the tall figure standing next to Jiang Yingying, and finally became a little more energetic. He took out his pair of horns from his bag. ——The pair of ox-horn hexagrams that previously belonged to Quanzhuo, the "False God", were taken away by someone who didn't know who took advantage of them. He has never found them.

After muttering something in his mouth for a while, the old magic man threw the Niujiao Gua on the ground.

The tip of the horn refers to the Qian hexagram and the Kun hexagram.

Good luck!

"It's done?!" The old man stood up against the wall, his eyes finally regaining some sparkle.

Previously, he went to meet his sweetheart behind the back of the 'Five-headed Empress', but he also spent a lot of effort to bring her back.

in front of the coffin,

The energy of Su Wu’s eyebrows and mind flows tricklingly,

Mr. Jiang's "consciousness of the dead", which had been tolerated and nurtured by Shen Yun's true meaning for a while, was somewhat condensed at this time, unlike the illusory appearance under the flames of resentment - but even if this consciousness of the dead was more condensed, he could still only be suppressed by it. Su Wu's intention was to see,

Jiang Yingying stood next to him,

Seeing him appear, Yun Nishang approached,

And most people around him can't see Mr. Jiang's "consciousness of the dead" contained in his true charm.

The old man took some gel-like ointment and wiped his eyelids.

He also vaguely saw Su Wu holding a chaotic shadow in his hand.

"I really got it back..." the old man muttered to himself.

Su Wu held the consciousness of the deceased and brought it close to the eyebrows of Mr. Jiang's corpse——

The young adults around stopped carrying the coffin lid.

Seeing Su Wu's actions, they wanted to reprimand him, but they were afraid of the aura he inadvertently showed, so they did not dare to open their mouths to reprimand him.

Fortunately, Mr. Jiang stopped everyone in time,

Avoid embarrassing situations for everyone.

Second Master Jiang wanted to ask Su Wu something.

At this time, looking at Su Wu's calm expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Jiang Yingying saw Su Wu reaching out to her grandfather's face, and then she realized that there was an extra person beside her. When she turned around and saw that the person next to her was Su Wu, the girl's tears burst out again.

Su Wu held the mass of consciousness of the deceased in his palm,

The consciousness of the deceased poured into Mr. Jiang's eyebrows like a trickle.

He had no time to pay attention to the crying woman beside him. His mind energy covered Mr. Jiang's body, and he could easily see that as the consciousness of the dead poured into Mr. Jiang's eyebrows, the dead and decayed organs of the other party began to revive.

It's like spring returning to the earth!

This kind of thing, which is medically impossible, appeared in front of Su Wu!

But the consciousness of the deceased circulated in Mr. Jiang's body,

After restoring the function of his organs,

he still did not wake up.

The consciousnesses circulated in Mr. Jiang's body, like a headless fly, running around randomly, lacking a correct guide, and in a daze.

Seeing this,

Su Wu suddenly had an idea,

and the energy from his eyebrows flowed out, covering Mr. Jiang's body,

and then vibrated the energy,

and gathered into the same idea: "Wake up!"

This voice,