At the feet of Liu Ruxiang, in the dark coffin, it seemed like a woman was roaring angrily. The cold and sharp voice made cold sweat break out on my back.
Liu Ruxiang was unmoved and continued singing: "When an evil ghost comes to fight, the three of them enter the garden to fight, the evil ghost beheads him and hangs him on a tree, and the three of them tear out the belly and take out the liver."
"The three of them clapped their hands and laughed, and the evil spirits were in confusion. The three brothers went to thank the Dharma, and then went to Meishan to pay homage to Laojun."
"The teacher is honored in front of the altar and behind the altar, and he also comes to the altar to receive the world's love. There is fragrant tea and wine at the banquet, and the future gods are invited in front of the altar."
Everyone sang the words to invite the gods in unison, with a voice like a bell and a great Lu, with great momentum. Liu Ruxiang led them and started singing repeatedly, with constant movements in her hands.
He tapped the corpses beside the fire with the dagger one after another, like a dragonfly touching water, and recited other spells in his mouth, which seemed more and more mysterious under the chanting of everyone.
There were eight corpses in total, four of which had not yet completely decomposed, and the other four were almost reduced to skeletons.
Liu Ruxiang finished shooting with a dagger, took out a handful of incense, lit it and inserted it into the mouths of the corpses, including the skeletons, and also put an incense stick between the bones.
At this time, another bowl of rice was taken out, which was mixed with chicken blood and turned into a red sand shape.
She continued to sing Master's scriptures, and at the same time asked me not to stop, and continued to lead everyone in singing the words to invite God. Then he threw the bloody rice in the bowl at several corpses.
The rice stained with the blood of the rooster was like red-hot iron stars, and when it was sprinkled on the corpse, a burst of black smoke would emit. And if you look carefully, you can find that as long as the corpse is covered with blood rice, the incense stick on the corpse will burn violently and shorten a little at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the rice is no longer sprinkled on it, it will return to normal. burning speed.
The bowl of rice was slowly thrown away, and the eight sticks of incense had been burned. During this period, it had been calm and nothing else happened.
With a firm gaze, Liu Ruxiang called out a few strong men and asked them to bring axes, knives and other tools. They were going to dismantle this strange black coffin now!
The coffin was made of wood and had been soaked in water for so many years. Logically speaking, it should be very soft and fragile. But for some unknown reason, a group of people chopped it with knives and axes, and only scraped off a layer of skin.
The men put down their tools and looked at Liu Ruxiang with expressions of confusion on their faces.
The master also began to think of a way, walked around for a moment, and said in deep thought: "The thing in the coffin is too resentful, so..."
Under the direction of the cook, several people brought old clothes, packed some hay inside, and tied them with strips of cloth to make a cloth man with hands and feet. Then pick up a piece of black charcoal from the side of the fire, use black ash and cinnabar mortar to draw simple eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth.
"The grievances in this living filthy coffin have been accumulated for a long time. Someone must sit on it and press the coffin. At that time, the dirty things inside will pour out. If it is a living person, it won't be long before his blood reaches the sky and his heart is broken. Kill him. And using a dummy to replace him is the best way." Liu Ruxiang told me while reading the novel, while picking up the cloth man and gently placing it on the coffin to cover it.
Liu Ruxiang picked up the seal in her hand, sang an unfamiliar verse from Master Shigong in her mouth, and then told the laborers to look harder.
A big man raised the ax in his hand, took a step back, took a deep breath, and struck the side of the coffin with all his strength.
"Bang!"
The ax blade collided with the wooden board, directly smashing the side of the coffin into the coffin. Wood chips flew everywhere, and it no longer looked as hard as iron as before.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The coffin became tattered, and the cloth man sleeping on the coffin lid also changed at this time. Maybe it was rainwater dripping from the cinnabar slurry, and two bright red tears flowed from the eyes of the cloth man's face, and its mouth also bleed. I stood on the side and looked at it in fear, and I always felt that the cloth man was moving in a kind of way. Resentful eyes stared at us.
Until the coffin was completely broken and the coffin boards were lifted off, completely revealing the appearance inside.
A lifelike corpse of a woman was sandwiched between two huge stone slabs. Her hands and feet were strangled by finger-thick hemp ropes. She gritted her teeth and stared angrily. Veins popped out on her ferocious face. Those eyes Red enough to bleed. We can see with the naked eye that there is a black mist lingering on the body of the female corpse.
"It is rare that it will not rot for a hundred years. If such evil things continue to do evil, it will be difficult to get rid of them." Liu Ruxiang couldn't help but clicked her tongue and took a piece of white cloth to cover the female corpse.
The villagers standing and watching were almost frightened to death. Some of their faces turned white, their teeth chattered and they cursed: "This thing is so evil, it has killed so many people in our village."
"It's better to deal with it quickly. We can't let him harm others again."
"Yes, I'm going to crush him to pieces!" Many people gritted their teeth and immediately showed off the hatchets in their hands.
"Wait a minute," Liu Ruxiang waved her hand and quickly stopped them, "It's not time yet, you go and get a pile of bowls, and everyone will dance the lanterns first before talking."
Lantern dancing is also a custom taught by the teachers of our Zhuang family. It is mostly used when someone dies. Nine lanterns are placed in front of the coffin and the teachers can jump on it.
But now, after all, it is an emergency and there is no way to pull over those masters at once, so the villagers can only bite the bullet.
The lantern is not complicated. In fact, it is cut into a flower shape from red paper, placed in a bowl, and then placed with a short lighted candle in the middle.
Soon, the nine lanterns were ready. Liu Ruxiang found a few more villagers, gave them some instructions, gave them some god tablets for them to hold in their arms, and the lantern dance ceremony began.
I stood at the back, holding a bowl of water in one hand and a small branch with leaves in the other hand. I dipped it in water and sprinkled it around, and just followed the people in front.
The people in front followed Liu Ruxiang, and a few people lined up in a smooth curve, constantly shuttling between the lanterns and stepping over with their feet.
The lantern dance lasted for a quarter of an hour before it ended. Finally, Liu Ruxiang came out, picked up the middle lantern among the nine lanterns, raised it above her head, and jumped a few times.
Liu Ruxiang muttered something, and the ceremony ended at this time.
Everyone gathered around the coffin of the female corpse again. Looking at it now, they could already see that the tense face of the female corpse had relaxed, a trail of black blood flowed from the mouth and nose, and her eyes slowly closed, leaving only A seam.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the female corpse's resentment had dissipated, and as long as she acted normally, there would be no more accidents.
Liu Ruxiang took a piece of white cloth, covered the woman's body, took the dummy tied with cotton cloth, and threw it into the broken coffin. Then she picked up a few sticks of firewood and threw away the lantern that she had just lifted. Go in.
