Zombieland: I am a Coffinmaker

Chapter 17 Everyone: There is a ghost. (Please support)

Zhang Xiaofang's house is at the west end of the village.

Su Muchen and others, led by the village chief Zhang Youcai, walked through a small path with potholes and came to Zhang Xiaofang's house!
Before entering the courtyard, I saw a mourning hall that had been built.

On the wall facing the main entrance of the mourning hall, there is a black letter "Dian" on a white background.

On the left and right sides of the word Zun, there is an elegiac couplet, "I am so sad that I can't feel my heart, I can't help my loved ones tears when I am sad."

Above the word Zun, there is a horizontal banner that reads "deep condolences".

In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a table with candles, ingots, incense burners and other tributes on it.

Behind the table is a big "black coffin".

Under the light of the candle, it looked very dark.

Fortunately, it was daytime. If I saw the black coffin at night, I would definitely be terrified.

"Black coffin?!"

Su Muchen had seen the black coffin in the mourning hall a long time ago.

I don't know why, the moment I see the black coffin, the figure of the woman in red will appear in my mind, and I always feel that this matter has something to do with her.

Although there is no evidence, I just feel that Zhang Xiaofang's death has something to do with her!
This feeling is very wonderful, like a woman's sixth sense.

He didn't know if it felt right, but most of the time, this feeling was more accurate.

"Village Chief, who let you use the black coffin?!?"

Su Muchen pointed to the black coffin under the mourning hall and asked Zhang Youcai beside him.

Zhang Xiaofang's matter was basically handled by him under the command of the villagers. Should he know about the black coffin?

Zhang Youcai was startled when he heard this and said, "Can't we use a black coffin?"

"It can be used, I just ask who asked to use it?!"

Su Muchen shook his head.

He signaled to Zhang Youcai not to worry and just asked.

"The elders in the village said that Zhang Xiaofang committed suicide and died a violent death.

No other color was allowed, so we painted the coffin black! "Zhang Youcai explained.

"There are people in your village who understand!" Su Muchen praised, but his brows were still furrowed, feeling that things were not that simple.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Xiaofang's father, Zhang Youdao, saw them coming, and immediately greeted them: "Village Chief, you are here!" When he saw Su Muchen and Qiu Sheng, he said suspiciously:

"Who are these two?"

"I invite the Daoist priest to do things!" Zhang Youcai introduced: "This is Master Lin's younger brother, Mr. Su Muchensu, and this is Master Lin's apprentice Liu Qiusheng!"

"The two priests are polite!"

Zhang Youdao nodded slightly to Su Muchen and Qiu Sheng, and then made an invitation gesture: "Please come inside!"

"Please!"

Su Muchen nodded, and walked inside.

Qiu Sheng followed closely, and then the village chief.

The remaining villagers did not enter for fear of getting into trouble.

Su Muchen kept staring at the black coffin. Even without opening the coffin, he could still feel the strong resentment inside.

"Xiaoli, Daoist Su, who is doing things, is here!"

After entering the mourning hall, Zhang Youdao whispered something to the middle-aged woman who was sitting slumped in front of the black coffin and weeping.

When Zhang Xiaofang's mother Xiaoli heard that Su Muchen and others were coming, she immediately stood up, as if she had seen a savior, grabbed Su Muchen's arm, and begged:

"Su Daochang, I know you are an expert, please help my hard-working daughter.

I know she is reluctant to part with her family, her father and me, can you tell her so that she can go to reincarnation without worrying about me and her father.

Her dad and I will take care of ourselves!
During festivals, we would also burn paper for her, hoping that he would not harm the villagers again..."

Zhang Xiaofang's mother has suffered a lot since her daughter's death.

Not only the sadness stemming from the tragic death of her daughter, but also the irresponsible remarks of the villagers.

She can't take it anymore!

"I will communicate with her!" Su Muchen said, "I'll go and see the situation first!" After speaking, he walked towards the black coffin.

He didn't say that he would be able to handle it, nor did he say any words of comfort!
He has nothing to do with Zhang Youdao's family, it's just a simple employment relationship.

You spend the money and I do the work.

If it fails, the money will be refunded.

Do what you can, handle it if you can, and tell them directly if you can't handle it, so as not to leave any trouble.

Zhang Youdao and others watched Su Muchen walk towards the black coffin, their expressions were a little nervous, as if they were afraid of something!
Qiu Sheng noticed this situation and followed, and when he got to Su Muchen's side, he reminded in a low voice: "Master, these people don't seem to be telling the truth, be careful."

"Ok!"

Su Muchen nodded.

Even without Qiu Sheng's warning, he would still be careful.

"Be smarter later, find a chance to go out for a stroll.

Don't say anything when you see anything, come back and tell me! "

Su Muchen instructed in a low voice.

"understand!"

Qiusheng nodded.

This kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice. It's easy and familiar.

Even if Su Muchen didn't say anything, he would still go out for a walk.

After a while, Qiu Sheng approached Su Muchen and asked in a low voice:
"Uncle Master, is this coffin difficult to handle?"

"It's turned into a fierce coffin, do you think it's okay?!" Su Muchen asked back.

"It's become a vicious coffin?!" Qiu Sheng was startled and asked hurriedly: "Aren't we in danger?"

Su Muchen stared, and said: "What are you afraid of? The injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner. As long as you don't take the initiative to provoke her, it won't come after you!
Okay, let’s get things ready, it’s time for the two of us to get to work! "

"Yes!" Qiu Sheng turned around and left, asking Zhang Youdao for a table and items for doing the ritual.

"How is it? Mr. Su, do you see anything?"

Seeing Su Muchen staring at the black coffin and frowning, Zhang Youcai asked about the situation!
"I see something, but I can handle it!" Su Muchen glanced at Zhang Youcai and said calmly: "I need eight strong men to carry the coffin. Village Chief Zhang will make arrangements!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now!"

Hearing Su Muchen's words, Zhang Youcai was surprised.

Without delay, he turned around and walked towards the outside of Zhang Youdao's house.

Zhang Xiaofang's mother also stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Su, what do I need to do?"

"Give me a strand of your hair, and I'm looking for a dress your daughter wore when she was alive.

Blue or black will do, if not, cyan will do too!

Remember, don't white and red, taboo." Su Muchen said.

"Okay, I'll get it now!" Zhang Xiaofang's mother turned and left to prepare what he said.

In no time, everything will be ready!
In the courtyard in front of the mourning hall, a simple altar has been built, with yellow paper, chicken blood, writing brushes, cinnabar, peach wood swords, candles and other items placed on it.

Su Muchen put on the yellow Taoist robe, walked to the front of the altar, mixed the cinnabar and chicken blood together, and after stirring evenly, picked up the brush and dipped it with the tip of the brush, and then began to draw talismans on the yellow paper.

Qiu Sheng stood aside, watched Su Muchen's expression and movements, and silently wrote down the steps of drawing the talisman.

Soon, several talismans were completed.

"Qiu Sheng, paste these talismans on the black coffin, remember, each side must be pasted!" Su Muchen ordered.

In order to prevent Qiu Sheng from missing the post, he also specially instructed a few words!
"Yes!"

Qiu Sheng took the talisman and walked towards the black coffin.

Su Muchen continued to swipe his pen, and quickly wrote the documents for superseding on the yellow paper.

The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, dense red text appeared on the yellow paper.

Although the scriptures used for super-salvation have long been memorized by heart, the form of super-salvation must be completed, otherwise the effect of super-salvation will not be achieved.

After finishing the "Extraordinary Sutra", he drew a few more "Suppressing Corpse Talismans", "Suppressing Evil Talismans" and "Suppressing Evil Talismans".

When Qiu Sheng came back after putting up the talismans, Su Muchen spread the clothes Zhang Xiaofang had worn on the ground in front of the altar.

Stick a corpse-resisting amulet on the neckline, write Zhang Xiaofang's birth date on the chest, and affix an evil-resisting amulet on the cuffs and trouser legs.

Then, he turned Zhang Xiaofang's mother's hair into a "rope" and tied it to a [-]-centimeter bamboo stick to form a pocket-sized whip.

"The soul is gone, and there is peace, and you can do whatever you want.

The living will live, the past will not return, disturb the world, and never return.

Yin and Yang are impermanent, guided by the heart of heaven, reincarnated and reincarnated, scapegoating and merciful..."

Every time Su Muchen uttered a sentence, the pocket whip in his hand would lash the clothes covered with talismans, as if to warn "Zhang Xiaofang" of the distinction between yin and yang, and the principle of separation between man and nature.

At first, everyone felt that he was playing tricks, and there was a sarcastic smile in his eyes.

But as the pocket whip continued to whip, everyone's expressions gradually became panicked.

The clothes on the ground swelled strangely with the whipping, like a transparent person lying on the ground wearing clothes.

Every time the whip fell, a deep mark and a strange sound would be left on the inflated clothes, just like the marks and screams left by a living person when he was whipped by the whip.

Terrifying!

"There are ghosts."

To be continued!

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