Chapter 26: The Night of the Returning Soul, the Falling Coffin The so-called soul-drying curse is to find a piece of clothing that the deceased loved to wear when he was alive, and hang it in a high place with a bamboo pole to be exposed to wind, rain, and sun. It is said that this can make the soul of the deceased feel like it is burning in the daytime and suffer from the cold at night. It is a very vicious method. Blind Lin once encountered a similar incident. At that time, a child was playing on the eaves and ran to the clothes that were cast under the soul-drying curse. He seemed to hear a cry for help in his ears. That night, the child had nightmares and a high fever that wouldn't go away, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why when he saw the ghost of Old Master Cui before, his body was half burned and half frostbitten. Since the other party can use the Soul-Exposing Spell, I think he must be an insider. "Ali!" Zhang Jiuyang tapped the Yin doll lightly, and Ah Li floated out and landed on the eaves. He blew hard, and the clothes suddenly fluttered, and finally fell from the bamboo pole. A transparent shadow floated out from the clothes. It was the appearance of Old Master Cui. He wanted to bow to Zhang Jiuyang, but his body seemed to be pulled by something and floated away quickly.
"Follow." Zhang Jiuyang walked forward with the sword in hand, and with a touch of his toes he could cover a distance of more than ten feet, as light as a swallow. He was obviously just walking, but the middle-aged man with a goatee had to run to keep up with him. …… Outside Dongguan County, on a dirt road, a large crowd of people lined up in a long queue. They were wearing mourning clothes, crying and scattering paper. In the front, there were several strong men carrying a coffin, and the eldest and second sons of the Cui family followed beside them to carry the coffin. Next to the strong men carrying the coffin, there were several people holding willow branches, who gently whipped the men's backs every few steps. At the same time, there were several people each holding a large rooster with reed catkins. The most eye-catching thing is the witch in front, who is holding a bone staff, wearing a feather robe, and has colorful patterns on her face. The people around her looked at her with awe. Passersby were talking in low voices. "Why did you invite even the witch Li?" "I heard that Old Master Cui died in strange circumstances!" "Don't say this nonsense!" "How can you say that? Think about it, it's not even the seventh day yet, why are the Cui family in such a hurry to hold the funeral?" "I heard that it was the ghost of Mr. Cui that was causing trouble, so the Cui family invited witch Li to send the old man away quickly..." According to Daqian customs, after a person dies, the coffin must be kept at home for seven days, which is called the first seven days. After seven days, the soul of the deceased will return home. At this time, meals must be prepared in advance, and the relatives of the deceased must live outside that night. Commonly known as the Night of the Return of the Soul. The funeral and burial can only be held after the night of the return of the soul. Therefore, the Cui family hurriedly buried Old Master Cui in just two days, which indeed caused quite a bit of controversy. At this moment, the witch Li who was walking in front suddenly looked startled, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes.
Who broke my soul-drying curse? The next moment, the rope carrying the coffin suddenly broke, and the coffin fell heavily to the ground, raising dust. All the mourners were shocked, especially the men carrying the coffin. They just felt that the coffin suddenly became extremely heavy, and then the rope broke. "The coffin has landed. The old man... doesn't want to leave!" "The funeral was only two days ago. The old man must be angry..." People around were talking about it, and the man carrying the coffin was so scared that his face turned pale. Especially today is the Ghost Festival, the sky is overcast and the sun is almost invisible. This trip of carrying the coffin really violates too many taboos. If it weren't for the high money given by the Cui family and the presence of witch Li, they would never dare to accept it. "Quick, put on a new rope!" The second son of the Cui family looked a little flustered and gave orders quickly. Now most of the Cui family’s assets are in his hands, and he has become the new head of the Cui family. The men carrying the coffin changed the rope, but after trying several times, they found that the coffin was extremely heavy and could not be lifted at all. This time, the second son of the Cui family became even more panicked. At the critical moment, witch Li snorted coldly and said, "Mr. Cui, birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal nature of human nature. Why do you have to linger in the world of the living and bring disaster to your descendants?" She walked over and had someone put the large roosters with reed catkins on the coffin. The rooster seemed to sense something and wanted to escape, but witch Li just pressed the area between the rooster's pupils with her hand, and the rooster stood obediently on the coffin with its eyes open, like a sculpture. "Lift it again." Witch Li ordered. Several men went to lift the coffin with doubt, and were surprised to find that the coffin, which had been extremely heavy before, had returned to normal. But after taking a few steps, a figure blocked the funeral procession. The man was wearing a loose green Taoist robe and holding a black sword with a sheath. He had a handsome face and eyes like bright stars. His long black hair was tied casually with a green rope. He looked young, but had an otherworldly air. There was a hint of solemnity in Witch Li's eyes. "Daoyou, why should the living block the way of the dead?" She felt that this young Taoist priest was no ordinary person. He was full of energy and had a clear vision. She was afraid that he had cultivated Taoism. Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said, "I have no intention of getting in the way. I am just doing my duty as someone entrusted me with this." "Who asked you to do this?" Zhang Jiuyang pointed at the coffin and said with a smile, "The person lying inside." When these words were spoken, everyone around was shocked. Could this young Taoist priest be crazy? How could he accept the commission of a dead person? Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward and Witch Li stood in front of him. When their eyes met, a hint of murderous intent flashed in those turbid eyes. Blocking people's way of making money is like killing your parents.
She knew that Old Master Cui died unjustly, but the Second Young Master was not only willing to pay a large sum of money, but also promised to give her a 300-year-old ginseng. That precious ginseng can help her reach the second level of 100 days, thus revitalizing her aging body and prolonging her life. This was something she couldn't refuse no matter what. "Ali!" Following Zhang Jiuyang's order, a cold wind blew, blowing the large roosters with reed catkins all over the place. Finally, they all fell out of the coffin and fled in all directions. With a thud, the coffin fell to the ground again. "Raising a little devil!" Witch Li stared at him with a hint of fear in her eyes. Zhang Jiuyang pushed her away and reached out to push the coffin. The nails had not been put on before burial, and Zhang Jiuyang's physique was amazing after practicing the Fire Dragon and Water Tiger Diagram, so he pushed the coffin open with one hand. When everyone saw Mr. Cui in the coffin, they couldn't help but gasp. I saw him lying in the coffin in his shroud, his face swollen and purple, covered in bruises. The most terrifying thing was that his eyes were still wide open. Don't rest your eyes! "What's going on? Didn't they say that Old Master Cui died of old age?" “That doesn’t look like it!” People were talking a lot. Zhang Jiuyang sighed and said, "Master Cui, can you tell me now how you died?" Everyone subconsciously moved away. Could it be that the corpse could really speak? The corpse did not speak, but Zhang Jiuyang pretended to listen. After a moment, he sighed, "So that's it." "So do you have any last wishes?" "alright, I got it." "Please be patient and don't let your resentment control you. It will be bad if you turn into a ghost." After a pause, he rubbed his belly. "After all, I'm not hungry now." The others were terrified and felt a chill down their spines as they watched the man talking to the corpse. …… ps (Brothers, this is now the sixth place in the Xianxia new book list and the 46th place in the new book list. Fellow Taoists, could you lend me a helping hand and take a look at the scenery in the front row? Thank you!) (End of this chapter)