C206 intelligent drug

The bearer of the coffin refused to carry it. The body could only be brought home.

The clansmen were at a loss of what to do, and didn't know what to do. Later, someone suggested that they find a gentleman who knew how to do things and let them have a look.

In the end, even Goddess and Goddess refused to come, so who didn't know about the incident at the Widow's house? How much resentment did he have to force his corpse into the coffin? Without such great cultivation experience, he would not dare to take on such a huge job. If he were to suffer a backlash from the evil spirits and cause his reputation to be ruined, he would lose his life. That would be terrible.

In the end, the widow's family couldn't do anything about it anymore, so they found Carpenter Wang's father. Old man Wang was known as the Iron Carpenter, which meant that the things he forged were as solid as iron.

The clansmen begged Carpenter Wang's father to put a coffin in it. It would be best if the widow could be locked up in it for a hundred years, a thousand years. Until she turned to ashes, she wouldn't be able to escape.

Carpenter Wang's father hesitated. To be honest, he could fight against coffins like these, but it was a bit of a natural disaster. He was already dead, and now he was going to be locked up all the way until he turned to ashes. This was too wicked.

At that time, Carpenter Wang was only ten years old, so he said from the side, "Your methods are all wrong." As I say, a Daoism rune was carved on the coffin, and with it, even a paper coffin could hold her in place. Furthermore, Daoists' things can nurture the body and nurture the character. Widows can stay in there for a few years, which might be able to dispel the evil Qi. Even if you all let her out, she won't want to harm anyone. "

The widow's family was amazed, but considering the age of Carpenter Wang at the time, and their disbelief, they began to beg Carpenter Wang's father.

Carpenter Wang's father could not refuse, so he had no choice but to agree. After all, the widow's people had asked for a change in the neighborhood. If Carpenter Wang's father didn't help, the family would undoubtedly die.

The widow's funeral dragged on and on, and the next day was number seven. If the first seven did not go to the funeral, there would be no need to bury them. The dead would start a ruckus. So the first seven was the deadline for the delivery of the coffin.

Carpenter Wang's father finally finished the coffin on the sixth night with great effort. The widow's people were overjoyed and wanted to carry the coffin back. Who knew that Carpenter Wang came out of nowhere, poured a bottle of oil onto the coffin, and then lit a fire.

The coffin was burning.

Actually, it was not easy to burn such a large coffin. Even if the coffin was set ablaze, it would still be possible to extinguish the fire. But where in the world would such a coffin be used for burial? The burial of the dead would only make them come back to life in anger. So the coffin was ruined.

Carpenter Wang's father was so angry that he wanted to beat Carpenter Wang, but a few of the widows fainted.

Carpenter Wang was very confident. He said to the crowd, "Your way is to force the widow onto a path of no return. She stayed in that kind of coffin, with more and more grievances every day. It's fine if she can't come out, but if there's an accident and she comes out, then we'll all die in this town. It would be better to use my own methods to dissolve her resentment. "

At this point, what else could they do? He had no choice but to give it a shot and let Carpenter Wang try. To be honest, many of the widows at that time hated Carpenter Wang. If he failed, these people would dismember Carpenter Wang's body before he died.

However, Carpenter Wang didn't care. He randomly found a wardrobe, took off the tailgate, and laid it flat on the ground. After drawing some curvy symbols on it, he said to the widow's people, "The coffin is done."

The clansmen were infuriated, feeling that Carpenter Wang was simply toying with them.

"Just relax the widow," said Carpenter Wang. "If she can't calm down, I'll kick her head like a ball."

The tribesmen were skeptical as they carried the wardrobe back.

When he got home, he put the wardrobe on the ground and opened the coffin to reveal the widow.

The widow could not tell if she was alive or dead. She said she was alive, but her body was rotting. She didn't have the consciousness of a living person. She only knew how to bite and kill. That she was dead, but she could move and cry.

Her entire body was tied up by a red rope. Otherwise, she would have long since broken free. Her nails grew a few inches in a single day and night, sharp as knives.

The clansmen carefully carried the widow out from the coffin and placed her in the wardrobe.

Something strange happened. The widow fell silent and made no more sound.

A brazen clan member put his eyes into the gap of the wardrobe and carefully peeked inside. He saw the widow stretched out in the wardrobe like a real corpse.

Only then did the clansmen heave a sigh of relief and smoothly bury the widow.

Just like that, Carpenter Wang became famous. He wondered how many people had come to him to make coffins. When other people made coffins, the customer's demands were always a few inches thick. The people who came to find Carpenter Wang to make the coffin had all sorts of requests. Some hoped that the old man would have a good pregnancy, some hoped that the children who died early would not be in love with their family, and some hoped that the relatives who died while crying out injustice would be able to let go of everything.

Carpenter Wang was really a god, he was actually satisfied. In short, if he were to bury her in his coffin, her house would definitely be safe.

Later on, more and more people came to find Carpenter Wang to make coffins. Gradually, he did not have the time to do anything else, so he just focused on making coffins.

Just as I was thinking, Mr. Zhao stepped forward and knocked on Coffin King's door.

A few seconds later, I heard a clatter, as if someone had come to the door in slippers.

Then the door opened and an old man stood inside. The old man only had his underpants and coat left. He was shivering from the cold. When he saw us, he nodded and said, "Come in."

I whispered to Mr. Zhao: "Second Uncle, this is Coffin King?"

Mr. Zhao nodded.

I remember how similar it was when Second Uncle brought me to Stonemason Village. It was said that once bitten by a snake, one would be afraid of being bitten for ten years. I cautiously looked at the foot of Coffin King, afraid that he was a ghost.

Mr. Zhao said to me: "Don't worry, I can tell whether he is human or a ghost."

I thought: I'm afraid even you are a fake.

In the yard, I was able to put down the burden on my shoulders.

The Coffin King asked me, "You're bringing so much paper money to the grave? Who are you planning to make a coffin for? "

I press a list. "For these people."

This list was given to me by the souls of those soldiers in the Yama Temple s of the Ghost Hell Prison. They want me to burn paper for them when I go out. I never did.

Until last night, when Mr. Zhao told me that he promised him to burn paper, but didn't burn it. Those kids are going to make trouble for me. They didn't show up, but they didn't bother with me. By the time they get here, it'll be too late for me to burn paper.

So I went to the paper chain store and bought more than a hundred pounds of paper money. Mr. Zhao asked me to carry the paper money on my back. After that, he brought me to the Coffin King to order a coffin for everyone.

I find the last proposal absurd. With so many people, a coffin for each person, just how many years would it take for them to die? But Mr. Zhao insisted on coming over, so I accompanied him on his rounds.

Coffin King also laughed after seeing the name list. and said to us, "So many people want coffins? I'm afraid I can't finish it even if I die. "

He thought for a moment and said, "I can make a ten thousand man coffin and put this list into it. At least everyone has a coffin now."

When I heard that, my eyes immediately lit up, urging Coffin King to make the coffin.

Coffin King was already very old, but his skill had never waned. Half an hour later, a rotten piece of wood was gone and a small coffin appeared.

Coffin King was meticulously carving an inscription on the outside of the coffin. I couldn't help but ask curiously: "Old Gramps, with your abilities, who did you learn it from?"

Coffin King looked around and said mysteriously, "I learned it myself."

I let out a hollow laugh. "A self-taught talent. Why are you saying it in such a mysterious manner?"

The Coffin King said, "I didn't teach myself. I taught myself."

I looked at Coffin King in bewilderment. "How do I teach myself?"

The Coffin King said with a smile, "On my ninth birthday, after finishing lunch, I went out to play. "In the end, a bunch of dark clouds suddenly appeared. Those clouds covered the sky and the sky immediately darkened, scaring me to death."

"I was halfway home when I saw an old lady sitting there. She seemed to be hurt. I couldn't bear it, so I helped the old lady up and took her to the pharmacy. "

"The old lady thanked me. Before she left, she gave me a small bottle, saying that it was filled with smart medicine."

The Coffin King laughed and said: "At that time, it was a mess, who would have the time to learn? "No matter how smart you are, you can't get any results. What's the use of it?"

"However, the child's curiosity is so strong that I always want to open the bottle and see what this smart medicine looks like. Thus, I opened the bottle. The fragrance from within assailed my nostrils and it seemed to be even more delicious than the most delicious food. I could not help but pick up the bottle and drool all of a sudden. "

I looked at Coffin King, dumbstruck. "You can't be drinking it, right?"

The Coffin King said, "I don't want to drink it, but I can't resist the temptation. I remember that wonderful taste now. Ever since I drank the contents of that bottle, I lost interest in eating. To me, the food in the world is no different from pig food. I ate the steamed buns and rice just to keep myself alive. "

I asked the Coffin King, "Then after you drink it, do you have any side effects?"

Coffin King was silent for a moment, then said: "There is. After I drank it, I slowly recalled my past life. One life, two lives, three lives … "

"I've seen too many things. I'm also very familiar with going to hell and going to hell. So I learned the way to exorcise ghosts, because I lived that long in the way of ghosts. "

After I heard that, I nodded slightly and asked the Coffin King curiously, "Is this your secret? How could you tell me this? "

Coffin King came close to my ear and said smilingly: "Because I could tell that you were about to die. You won't leak it. "