As Mr. Bing said, no one can get rid of grandpa's body without him taking action.
Bingye's purple corpse-suppressing talisman is enough to explain everything.
But seeing how they treated my grandfather's body, I became angry on the spot. As soon as I broke free and rushed forward, I was slapped. Several young people came forward, held me down, and cursed me.
"Damn it, do you remember me? You bit me when I was a kid!"
During the conversation, one of the young men showed a few centimeters of scar on his arm.
I said I don’t have any memories before I was ten years old, so I still remember who I bit.
"Take the body out and burn it!"
Lord Bing gave the order and everyone started to work.
But within a few seconds of the crowd boiling, someone ran into my house in a panic and stood directly in front of several corpse carriers.
"He...he...he's back!"
The man's eyes were frightened and he spoke hesitantly, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Funeral parlor or police station? Find a few people to stop them!" Mr. Bing said impatiently.
"No! None of them..." This person still couldn't tell who returned to the village.
At this moment, everyone is looking at the door of my house.
Like this man, they looked panicked and subconsciously stood aside to make way for him.
"Wang Tianhong!"
Everyone says the name of the person who said it.
Wang Tianhong?
Isn't this the name of my second uncle?
The second uncle at the door was wearing a blue robe and had a thorny beard that looked very old. What was surprising was that the second uncle actually carried a coffin alone and crossed the threshold into my house.
Wait a minute? He accidentally killed a Feng Shui master and was sentenced to life imprisonment. How could he suddenly appear!
After my second uncle entered the house, he glanced at my father and me with a murderous look in his eyes. Immediately, the villagers let go of my father and me, giving us room to breathe.
The second uncle lowered the coffin from his shoulders, and the coffin made a loud noise.
"boom!"
Everyone present was frightened by the sound.
No one was talking about the second uncle's appearance. You must know that the people who were crippled by the second uncle were also among the crowd. It's no wonder that when they saw the second uncle, they looked like they were seeing a ghost.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of here!"
As the second uncle yelled angrily, the villagers who were filled with indignation just now ran away.
In the blink of an eye, only Master Bing and his second uncle were left in the living room.
"Master Bing, are you waiting for me to put you in?"
The second uncle patted the coffin and threatened Master Bing.
Master Bing glared at the three of us fiercely. Without the help of the villagers, Master Bing, an old man, couldn't do anything.
"Tianhong, I really belong to you! But don't think that this matter is over like this. Your father is already rigor mortis. If he is not handled well, he will harm others and himself."
Master Bing walked around his second uncle, glanced at the coffin and smiled sarcastically.
"You want to put a seven-star peach wood coffin in a corpse? It's simply fantastic!"
After Master Bin left, the second uncle lowered the coffin firmly, untied Grandpa's body and put it into the coffin.
The second uncle remained silent and kowtowed three times to the coffin.
A lot has changed in the past ten years, not only for my second uncle, but also for our family.
But the father and the second uncle talked more about grandpa. They were thinking of ways to leave his whole body instead of burning his body.
The return of his second uncle gave his father hope.
According to my second uncle, the cause of my grandfather's death was special. Because I was born from a corpse, my grandfather used forbidden magic from the moment I was born to exchange my life for my life. Otherwise, he could easily live to be a hundred years old. Everything was for me. And make sacrifices.
Counting from the day grandpa died, today is already the seventh day.
For the first seven times, Grandpa has a spirit but no soul. The lonely and wild ghosts within a hundred miles will scramble to snatch Grandpa's body and use it to resurrect Grandpa, turning Grandpa into a murderous and bloodthirsty zombie.
"Five kilometers away, there is an abandoned Guanyin Temple. There is a stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva the size of a human head. Take it back and put it in the coffin. After tonight, hundreds of ghosts will seize the body, and tomorrow the eight immortals will carry the coffin. Everything will be It’s safe and sound!”
My second uncle, like me, has learned the five arts from my grandfather since he was a child, so he is naturally better than me in this aspect.
"I'll go." My father stood up and started to go out, but was stopped by his second uncle.
"Brother, you can't go, you have to let Ayang go." The second uncle pointed at me and said.
I didn't refuse, let alone refuse. After all, my second uncle exchanged his life in prison for my life.
But the second uncle said that now was not the time, because the stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would only appear at night.
In the blink of an eye, it’s eleven o’clock at night.
My father stayed at home to guard my grandfather's body to prevent the villagers from causing trouble. My second uncle took me to the so-called Guanyin Temple, and I realized that it was at the top of a deep mountain that had not been mined for many years.
"Do you know why I want you to go?" asked the second uncle.
I shook my head, not knowing.
"You were born to give birth to a corpse, and you were born with a yin and yang that can see dirty things. Did your grandfather teach you the rules of entering the temple?" My second uncle continued to ask me.
"I know, you have to call someone when you enter the house, and you have to worship the gods when you enter the temple." I replied.
Then, my second uncle pricked a small wound on my middle finger with a fine needle and dripped the blood into an oil lamp.
When someone dies and the lamp goes out, if something happens to me, my second uncle will judge my situation through the light of the oil lamp at this station.
I was born with strong Yin energy and would not disturb Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so my second uncle could only wait for me at the foot of the mountain.
"Remember, there is no one alive on the mountain. If someone tells you, don't look back. No one can save you once you turn around!"
My second uncle warned me again and again. I nodded and ran up the mountain with my flashlight.
Only a few minutes after entering the mountains, I realized that there was a thick fog, and the flashlight could only illuminate the surrounding area of about five meters.
Although this mountain is within the boundaries of our village, no one has ever been to this mountain. The grass on the mountain is already up to my waist. I could only keep climbing up and slipping down the steep slope several times.
"Ayang!"
"wait for me!"
Isn't this the voice of my second uncle?
I was about to turn around and look behind me, but suddenly I remembered what my second uncle said, you can't look back when you go up the mountain.
If it's not the second uncle, then who is it?
Thinking of this, my scalp went numb and I ran up the mountain like crazy.
As a result, I accidentally fell. When I was about to stand up, I found that my ankle could not move. When I looked down, I found that I had crushed a ceramic pot and my pants were sticky, like sticky mud.
I shined the flashlight on the broken ceramic jar, and a rotten human head suddenly came into my eyes!
You can roughly tell that this is not an adult's head, but a child's head.
Already in a panic, I broke several ceramic jars around me during my struggle. The rotten smell spread on the mountain, and wherever the flashlight shone, there were the bodies of children.
This is... an urn coffin burial!
