The God and Buddha are actually me

The so-called soul-drying curse is to find a piece of clothing that the deceased liked to wear most during his lifetime, and use a bamboo pole to dry it in a high place, where it will be exposed to wind, rain, and scorching sun.

It is said that this can make the soul of the deceased feel like being burned by fire during the day, 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 climbed up the eaves to play and ran to the clothes that had been cursed with a soul-drying spell. He seemed to hear a cry for help in his ears.

That night, the child had nightmares and a high fever that didn'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 Mrs. Cui before, half of his body was burnt and half was frostbite.

The other party can use the soul-baking spell, so he must be an expert.

"Ali!"

Zhang Jiuyang gently knocked on the puppet, and Ah Li floated out and landed on the eaves. He blew hard, and the clothes immediately started to flutter, and finally fell from the bamboo pole.

A transparent shadow floated out from the clothes, it was the appearance of Mr. Cui. He wanted to bow to Zhang Jiuyang, but his body seemed to be pulled by some kind of thing and quickly floated away into the distance.

"Follow up."

Zhang Jiuyang moved forward with his sword in hand. He was as light as a swallow and walked forward with his toes. He was clearly just walking, but the middle-aged man with a goatee had to run to keep up.

…

Outside Dongguang County, on a dirt road, a long line of people lined up. They were dressed in mourning clothes, crying and throwing paper.

There were a few strong men at the front carrying a coffin, and the eldest son and second son of the Cui family followed to carry the coffin.

Next to the strong man carrying the coffin, there are several people holding willow branches. They will gently slap the coffin bearer on the back every few steps. At the same time, there are several people holding a big rooster with reed flowers and accompanying them.

The most eye-catching thing is the goddess in front who is holding a bone staff, wearing a feather coat, and with various patterns painted on her face.

People around her looked at her in awe.

Passersby were talking quietly.

"Why did you even invite Goddess Li?"

"I heard that Mr. Cui died strangely!"

"Don't say this nonsense!"

"There's no nonsense. Think about it, the first seven people haven't even arrived yet. Why are the Cui family in such a hurry to have a funeral?"

"I heard that it was the ghost of Mr. Cui who was making trouble, so the Cui family invited Goddess Li to send the old man away quickly..."

According to Daqian custom, 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 go out that night. live.

Commonly known as Huihun Night.

The funeral can only be carried out and buried after the soul-returning night.

Therefore, the Cui family hurriedly buried Mr. Cui in just two days, which indeed caused a lot of criticism.

At this moment, Goddess Li, who was walking in front, suddenly looked startled, and a stern look flashed in her eyes.

Who broke my soul-shaking curse?

The next moment, the rope carrying the coffin suddenly broke and the coffin hit the ground heavily, causing dust to fly.

The mourners were all shocked, especially the men carrying the coffin. They just clearly felt that the coffin suddenly became extremely heavy, and then the rope broke.

"When the coffin landed, the old man... didn't want to leave!"

"It only took two days for the burial. The old man must be angry..."

People around were talking a lot, and the man carrying the coffin turned pale with fright.

Especially today is the Ghost Festival, the sky is overcast with clouds, and the sun is almost invisible. This trip to carry the coffin really violated too many taboos. If the Cui family hadn't given them so much money, and Goddess Li was here, they would have never done anything. Don't dare to answer.

"Quick, put on a new rope!"

The second young master of the Cui family looked a little panicked and ordered quickly.

Now most of the Cui family's property is in his hands, and he seems to be the new head of the Cui family.

The men carrying the coffin replaced new ropes, but after trying several times, they found that the coffin was extremely heavy and could not be lifted at all.

Now, the second young master of the Cui family was even more panicked.

At the critical moment, Goddess Li snorted coldly and said: "Mr. Cui, birth, old age, illness and death are human nature, so why do you have to miss your descendants in this world?"

She walked over and asked people to put the big reed roosters on the coffin.

The rooster seemed to have sensed something and wanted to run away, but Shenpo Li just pressed her hand between the two pupils of the rooster, and they stood on the coffin with their eyes open.

Like a sculpture.

"Lift it again."

Goddess Li ordered.

Several men doubtfully went to carry the coffin, and were surprised to find that the previously unusually heavy coffin had returned to normal.

But after taking a few steps, a figure blocked the funeral procession.

The man wore a loose green robe and carried a long black sheathed sword. His face was like a crown jade, his eyes were like stars, and his long black hair was tied casually with a green rope. He looked young, but he had Plant the spirit of dust.

There was a hint of solemnity in Shenpo Li's eyes.

"Fellow Taoist, why should the living block the way of the dead?"

She felt that this young Taoist priest was not simple. He was full of energy and had clear eyes. He might have cultivated Taoism.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said: "I have no intention of blocking the road, it's just a matter of loyalty to others as entrusted by others."

"Entrusted by whom?"

Zhang Jiuyang pointed to the coffin and said with a smile: "The people lying inside."

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was shocked. Is this little Taoist priest crazy? He was entrusted by the dead?

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, and Goddess Li stood in front of him.

When their eyes met, a trace of murderous intent flashed in those turbid eyes.

Blocking someone's wealth is like killing their parents.

She knew that Old Master Cui died unjustly, but the second son 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 could help her break through the second realm of the 100-day barrier, so that her aging body would be rejuvenated and her life would be extended.

This was something she could not refuse no matter what.

"Ali!"

With Zhang Jiuyang's order, the cold wind blew through, blowing the reed-shaped roosters all over the place, and finally all fell out of the coffin and fled in all directions.

With a thud, the coffin fell to the ground again.

"Raise a little ghost!"

Witch Li stared at him with a trace of fear in her eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang pushed her away and stretched out his hand to push the coffin.

Before the burial, the nails had not been put on, and Zhang Jiuyang's physique was amazing after practicing the Fire Dragon and Water Tiger Diagram, so he pushed the coffin open.

When everyone saw the old man Cui in the coffin, they couldn't help but gasp.

He was lying in the coffin in his shroud, his face swollen and purple, full of bruises, and the most terrifying thing was that his eyes were still wide open.

He died with his eyes wide open!

"What's going on? Didn't they say that old man Cui died of old age?"

"It doesn't look like that!"

People were talking about it.

Zhang Jiuyang sighed and said, "Old man Cui, you can tell me now, how did you die?"

Everyone subconsciously moved away. Could the corpse really speak?

The corpse didn't speak, but Zhang Jiuyang pretended to listen, and after a moment he sighed, "So that's it."

"Do you have any last wishes?"

"Okay, I understand."

"Please be patient and don't be controlled by resentment. It will be bad if you become a ghost."

After a pause, he rubbed his stomach.

"After all, I'm not hungry now."

Others were terrified, looking at the man talking to the corpse, and their backs felt cold.

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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, can you lend me a hand and take a look at the scenery in the front row? Thank you!)