Chapter 107 Fierce Coffin Strange Incident

The villagers returned to the shore silently, and no one was in the mood to eat. Those who were born in the year of the dragon and others who could not watch were anxious to ask this and that? What the hell is going on? The fortune teller's ignorant attitude was also uncertain. The person who didn't see the white snake was shouting, "Tomorrow we will beat it with a shovel..." Before he finished, he was gagged by a dirty mud hand.

The old man stared at the hairy boy fiercely. They really didn't know the importance. Would there be these troubles if they had heard the old man? People who know the danger in it, but if they dig a coffin during construction, they will not move. Once they want to move, they should invite an understanding person to pay tribute and invite the wedding materials out and place them properly.

The fortune teller said lightly, "It's time to come out, otherwise it will be troublesome?" Everyone looked at the gentleman with inquiring eyes, "Look at tomorrow. I have 108 black dog paper-cuts here. You can paste it on the wall of the yard. Remember that 2 doors must be pasted on the water tank. This thing must be done by the dragon. Remember that it must be pasted when the sun comes out. If it is cloudy tomorrow, Don't post it!" The voice is not loud but very firm, which is a kind of firmness to see through everything. Everyone felt a little relieved. After all, someone came up with advice and knew how to deal with this matter.

"Also, you must see how much water is in the water tank and how high the wet marks are outside the water tank." The fortune teller instructed. Everyone promised to go back to their own shack (the laborers have no good place to live in, they are all temporary tents, otherwise they will not go to the scary yard). The black dog paper-cutting in his hand is very ordinary, that is, ordinary puppies cut with black paper. This is used to ward off evil spirits, but if there is no festival, why use this? Most people cut it with new paper. It seems that this should be several years old, and the paper is a little old.

It was surprisingly quiet at night, and there was no movement even for snoring. Of course, who could still sleep, especially the people assigned to the task were even more excited. The old people smoked their own cigarettes, and the flashing light made everyone hope that the dawn would come early.

"Do you think this has anything to do with bald-tailed Lao Li?" An old man asked softly, huh? Everyone by the river knows this legend. The bald-tailed Lao Li is synonymous with the Dragon King. Once here in 60 years, the river will flood once.

It is said that in ancient times, in a rural courtyard, a young daughter-in-law guarded her old mother who was sick in bed. I especially wanted to drink fish soup. It was pouring outside. Where can I buy fish? Besides, there is a place to buy and no money. At this moment, there was a burst of thunder and lightning, and a big golden carp fell from the sky, weighing 5 or 6 pounds!

The daughter-in-law took the fish back to the house with joy, looked at the pitiful appearance of the carp, and couldn't bear to kill it, so she chopped off the tail and released the fish. No wonder, my mother recovered from the fish soup. And this carp is the dragon king who was demoted to the earth, and it is also said that it was defeated by other dragon fighting methods.

Fortunately, the Dragon King was reasonable and did not punish his filial daughter-in-law, but it became a habit, that is, he came once every once, and the river flooded once. In the past, boats were used to cross the river, so there were many taboos. If someone said something like sinking, it would be very miserable. Light people are not allowed to board the boat. If you say it in the middle of the river, it may Being kicked off the ship, there is another taboo that you can't say that you are bald, otherwise the people on the boat will not be safe. Li is very popular. With him, it must be smooth sailing. So when everyone heard the old man guessing that it had something to do with this, everyone became solemn!

"No way!" An old man slowly answered, "The first time is wrong. I haven't heard that black dogs are going to be used, and the coffin is for human use!"

It finally dawned. Fortunately, it was a sunny day. The sun hung lazily in the sky. Everyone acted separately. Some people gathered around the fortune teller to the coffin, and some people went to paste the paper-cut. The fortune teller took out three incense sticks and lit them in his own incense burner. He said something, but he was by no means too anxious as a law or something. Then he took out a piece of wood (like a mulberry, already polished) and inserted it into the east of the coffin. At this time, the fish in the coffin swam more and more frequently.

Everyone always feels uneasy, because the coffin has grown tall by itself, and the dug out of the coffin has been wiped clean by the farmers, and there is obviously about 20cm more coffins with mud. The fortune teller pointed to the northwest corner and said, "Dig! It can't be dug!" At this time, the messenger who pasted the black dog ran over and said, "Sir, the water in the tank is still full (20 centimeters), and the wet marks outside the tank are still four fingers above!"

"I know" The fortune teller agreed lightly, staring at the small fish in the coffin. The small fish is a small fish, a very ordinary grass fish. The body has risen to the height of the human waist, and it is still blurred. One thing can be seen clearly, and the little white snake is also in it! And it is moving, always avoiding the small fish that keeps rushing over. Fish dare to bully snakes!

No wonder Mr. has been watching it. A scent had been burned out, and suddenly, with a "c click" sound, two mud shovels broke at the same time! Two halves of shovels were inserted into the mud. The sudden sound scared people violently, and this is the time when they can't dig.

The faces of the two shovels are stuck in the mud, as if something hard has broken the shovel. The fortune teller dug out with his hand, gradually revealing an iron pier as big as an ordinary garden stool, engraved with some patterns. The gentleman groped around and slowly pulled out a rusty iron chain.

Everyone gathered around excitedly. Is this also connected to the coffin? Several young men came forward to help pull. With a lot of effort, the coffin shook. Stop!" The fortune teller shouted angrily, "Didn't he say you wouldn't let you come here?"

The young man who delivered the letter quickly let go and ran up to the river bank. Yes, there is a stubble on the chain. Maybe because it has been a long time, one buckle has been half cracked. Do you want to continue to pull? You can stop pulling hard. Everyone is waiting for the fortune tellr's instructions. The fortune teller looked carefully at the stubble and thought about it. At this time, it was slowly getting cloudy.

Mr. Folk has been looking at the patterns on the iron pier. Suddenly, he said, "This should be in the well." Yes, it is used to calm the springs in the local ancient wells. How could they come here? The old people also looked at it and said something like that, so they felt even more strange. The iron chain is connected to the coffin. Who will put the coffin? Put the material in the well? Even if you want to put it, how can there be such a big well? The fortune teller was thoughtful: "There are really masters. This is not what ordinary Mr. Fengshui can do."