Chapter 120： Open the demon

Lao Guo pointed to the pony that was given to the car: "We are passing by here, the wheels are out of breath, stay here for a while, you will be busy, and you will be sad."

The man who supported the coffin called a later life and gave a few words. Later, he came over and was very polite to Lao Guodao: "Is there any need to help?"

Lao Guo said thank you, saying nothing. Then he stopped him and said, "Young man, ask, is it a young man who is born today?"

After the sigh, he sighed. "It’s my cousin. I was drowning when I was 18 years old."

Lao Guo handed him a cigarette and asked: "This is not the ancestor of your village. Why do you want to bury people in this place?"

"The rules of the village, the violent death of a family, can not enter the ancestors, can not be cremation, to bury this halfway up the mountain, I am busy." Waved and ran back to the funeral procession.

Ye Shaoyang stared at the four squatting craftsmen. The two people on the left seemed to be struggling, slamming the poles, and the coffin was leaning towards them.

Lao Guo also found an abnormality, Shen Sheng: "Sink on the left, welcome the demon. This corpse ... there is a problem."

The funeral team walked along the path and came to an open field. The Taoist screamed: "Stop!"

The crowd stopped and laid down the coffin.

The Taoist priest took out a compass, took a step, walked back and forth within a radius of 20 meters, and finally selected a place, and did not explain it. He stepped on the foot and said: "Take it."

After a few hands, the shovel was taken up, and it took little work. A grave was dug up. Under the command of the Taoist priests, the two sergeants came forward and put the mahogany coffin in, and they were nailed.

Ye Shaoyang then went up and said: "This coffin can't be buried."

For a time, everyone turned around and looked at the stranger in a strange way. In some people's eyes, anger has emerged.

Pony hurry to catch up, tugged at his clothes, cautioned: "Freeze said ah, be careful beating."

The Taoist priest felt that his authority was challenged, looking at Ye Shaoyang, the evil road: "Why can't you bury?"

"The deceased has a demon, can't bury it." Ye Shaoyang said calmly, but this sentence caused a great uproar in the burial team.

When the countryman is superstitious and burying, the most taboo is to hear the corpse change, especially if the lord is still violent, it is even more taboo.

Especially the Taoist, buried in him is to be buried, Ye Shaoyang said that he could not be buried, it is equal to hit his face, pointing to Ye Shaoyang on the spot and saying: "Who are you, in this demon confuse the people, then nonsense, Dao, I give You are making a bad spell!"

Ye Shaoyang curiously said: "The first time I heard about this curse, how to use it, ask."

"Bastard, roll fast, don't delay our business!" The old priest is not too small.

The pony was annoyed when he heard it. He rolled up his sleeve and shouted: "You have an old cow nose..."

Lao Guo gave him a look: "Who are you?"

When I was a pony, I remembered that Lao Guo and Ye Shaoyang were Taoist priests. They wanted to swear each other with their own "bovine nose". They didn't want to be recruited by themselves. The heart was depressed.

Lao Guo stepped forward and arched the priest and said: "Seeing the mountain is not a mountain, seeing that the water is not water, dare to ask the name of the friend Baoshan?"

The old Taoist squatted and waved his hand. "What is messy, Dao, I am Maoshan Tianshi, nothing to roll."

"Maoshan Tianshi..." The pony took a look at Ye Shaoyang and gave a thumbs up to the old Taoist. "Oh, buddy, I admire you, hey, you are bragging today."

The old Taoist priests looked at these people who were strange and strange. They seemed to be the people in the door. They didn’t want to entangle them. They turned and said to several squatters: "Ji Shi has arrived, nailed!"

Ye Shaoyang still wants to block, Lao Guo whispered: "The younger brother, don't move, or you really have to be embarrassed. Anyway, this coffin can't be buried. When they know it, you will shoot again."

Ye Shaoyang thought about it too, no longer making a sound, standing on the side and watching quietly.

Two assassinations, holding a seven-inch long nail, nailed down around the coffin, the old Taoist sitting on the side of the knees, holding a mahogany sword, mouthful of words, seems to be practicing.

When the nail was nailed to the seventh root, it suddenly slammed and broke. This is a very unlucky thing at the funeral. The old Taoist eyelids turned over and replied: "How to do it!"

The pick-up crafter picked up another one, pressed it on the coffin cover, and the other hammered it down with a hammer, and the nail was broken at the waist.

This scene also caused dissatisfaction among the people who were buried in the fun, and they screamed that they did not care.

The two squatters were very wronged. One looked at the old Taoist and said, "Mr., it’s not bad for me. I have no hammer, and my nails are not biased. Who knows how..."

"Useless things, I am coming!" The old Taoist plucked the hammer from his hand and jumped down the grave, letting one nail the nail, and he saw it.

"Hey!"

The nail is broken again!

The old Taoist was so dumbfounded that he didn't wait for him to come back, and suddenly a soft knock was heard inside the coffin.

The old Taoist stunned his feet and rolled down the coffin on the spot. The hands and feet were used together. When he was on the wolverine, he climbed up, and his face was scared and white. He fixed his mind and wanted to practice. He touched the body and found that the mahogany sword was gone.

"My sword? My mahogany sword?"

When I looked down, I saw the mahogany sword falling in the grave. I just wanted to reach out and I was able to reach out again. The coffin made a muffled sound again, which was louder than before, and the whole coffin was shaken.

The old Taoist stunned and retreated. He climbed up with gray face and wanted to go to the peach sword again. He didn't dare to touch the coffin. He couldn't make it back and forth. Suddenly, a mahogany sword flew and was inserted in the ground in front of him.

"Let you give it a hand, let's do it." Ye Shaoyang gave him a sigh of relief. "Let me see the skill of your Maoshan Tianshi."

On the face of the old Taoist priest, there was a burst of white and turned around. He said to the people who had already been scared: "This is a scam, go get some firewood and burn her!"

His voice just fell, and the knocking sound came out again in the coffin. This time, there was a lot of lingering voices mixed with a woman’s voice: "Auntie, let me go out, I am not dead, I am bored. Let me go out..."

After the sentence was finished, the scene was maintained for ten seconds, and then the crowd yelled back, the father of the deceased, the man slammed into the ground and cried: "Opening up, my daughter is still not dead. !"

"Uncle, you are calmer, she is already dead."

"No death, no death, she is still alive!" The man climbed up and rushed over, greeted everyone, "Open up, save my daughter!"

Everyone looks at each other, and one person dares to move.

The old Taoist screamed at the scene: "Set fire to set fire, hurry to get firewood!"

Both people are yelling, one wants to set fire, one wants to open up, in the eyes of Ye Shaoyang and others, it has become a farce.

Ye Shaoyang strode to the man and patted him on the shoulder and said: "The coffin is not your daughter, but you must open it, or you will have something big, just as I open it up and let you see what your daughter has become. Let you die."