Junior sister, she cultivates the way of life

Chapter 395 Sealing the Coffin
A few months later, Si Youcheng.

The gloomy wind blew through the old lanterns hanging on the street. The candles were weak and flickered a few times, extinguishing a few of them.

In the thick fog, there was a low, vague whistling sound, which sounded a bit scary in the quiet night.

"Is this Siyou City? It looks like a ghost town." Lin Fangxu looked around. The fog was too thick and the light was weak. She could hardly see the way forward, and she took every step carefully.

Fu Zhu originally wanted to take out the Lingxi lamp for lighting, but thinking of Lin Fangxu's situation, he paused slightly, stopped and looked at the paper lantern on the tall wooden lamp stand.

With a flick of her finger, the spirit blade cut the rope, and the bamboo lantern fell lightly and was picked up by the talisman bead.

"Let's go."

Fu Zhu said softly to Lin Fangxu, and the bamboo lantern swayed slightly, illuminating the path under Fangxu's feet.

Boom!

A thunder sounded, Fu Zhu raised his eyes, and the white lightning in the sky tore through the night and illuminated the sky.

The rhythm of distant gongs slowed.

Fu Zhu withdrew his consciousness and cast a wind-fixing spell on the bamboo lantern. The lantern, which had been shaking violently, suddenly stabilized, the candle flame stopped swaying, and the light source became brighter.

A young man wearing a blue hat next to him comforted him in a low voice: "Madam, don't worry, this is a little far from Feng Mansion. They are slow in walking, so it will naturally take some time. Please wait."

The child's face was covered with runny nose and tears. When he heard his mother's scolding, he choked and sniffed. It was pitiful and pitiful. The woman's heart softened. She squatted down and took out the embroidered handkerchief to wipe her son. Face: "It was my mother's fault just now. She shouldn't have hurt you. Tongtong, please stop crying, okay?"

There was nothing strange in the woman's eyes. She leaned over, put her hand on her son's shoulder, pressed it gently, and said softly: "Tongtong, be good, after Azu is buried, we will go back to the house and drink a bowl of you." Is your favorite sweet date soup good?”

The wind and clouds rose again, weighing down the sky, forming a whirlpool, in which black water seemed to gather, but no rain fell. Instead, a biting wind blew out of the cave, which was cool and penetrated deep into the bones.

At this time, the little boy in sackcloth suddenly began to cry. The woman was already upset. When she heard the cry, she felt an unknown fire in her heart. She sternly scolded: "Stop crying!"

The thick clouds were blown away by the wind, and a full moon was revealed, shining brightly across the world.

Tongtong didn't seem to hear the woman talking to him, and stared at the sky. The woman felt strange and followed his gaze.

"Isn't the boy who went to Feng Mansion back yet? Why has he been gone for so long?"

Looking from a distance, several clusters of flames were dancing, and two white lanterns with the word "Dian" written on them hung at the door. Due to the strong wind, the bamboo frames of the lanterns kept banging against each other, making a "crunching" sound.

"As long as Feng Mansion gets the message, the immortal can come over in the blink of an eye."

Outside the mansion, there was a black wooden coffin covered with white cloth. The adults and children held their hands together, looking a little weird, more panic than sadness.

Lin Fangxu listened for a while, turned around and said, "Someone is having a funeral."

A woman wearing a white flower on her head was pacing back and forth with her hands clasped together. She tilted her head and looked with a solemn expression on her face.

"I happened to pass by there when I went to Feng Jingsu's house, so go and have a look."

After touching the child's hand, it seemed that the wind had been blowing for a long time and it was too cold. The woman called the maid and ordered: "Go and get some soup."

The maid was blessed and walked into the house.

Suddenly, a bright beam of light shone from behind her to the road in front of her. When the maid turned around, the beam of light suddenly went out.

"What was that light just now?"

Some servants who didn't know what was going on started talking in low voices. "It must be the immortal magic. Maybe they are back."

"The Feng family has guarded Siyou City for generations. They are not like other immortals who stay away from the mountains. With them here, my heart can finally fall back into my stomach."

"There's a funeral today, it's very strange. I'll just wait until the immortal comes to see me."

Around the black coffin, a group of servants in sackcloth were looking forward eagerly. The panic on their faces turned into calm.

Tread, step, step.

Light footsteps sounded from the darkness, getting closer and closer.

The woman noticed something was wrong and frowned: "This direction is not from the Feng family."

As the footsteps approached, a paper lantern appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Looking upward, they saw a girl wearing a moon-white skirt.

She carried a bamboo lantern and passed by the mansion. She noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on her and smiled slightly: "I'm going to Feng's house. I just happen to be passing by here. Madam, don't worry."

In the dead of night, a strange figure suddenly appeared. No wonder everyone would be on guard and frightened. Fu Zhu patiently explained.

Hearing that she was going to Feng's house, the woman somehow breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes looking at Fu Zhu became softer. She raised her hand to signal everyone to get out of the way.

"Thank you."

Fu Zhu smiled faintly, and when passing by the black coffin, he quietly pushed the coffin lid and lowered the seal.

"Madam, it's late at night. Since the coffin is ready, we might as well bury the coffin early and let everyone go back and rest."

After taking a few steps, Fu Zhu turned around and said slowly, "The kid is sleepy too. Look at the black eyes under his eyes. He can't stand it."

The woman's face showed bitterness, but she didn't say much. She nodded slightly and saw the white moonlight slowly blending into the dark night.

Strangely enough, the girl's steps were not fast, and in the blink of an eye, her back was gone.

"Maybe it's too dark today." The woman murmured to herself, turned to look at her son, and found that he was yawning and couldn't even open his eyelids.

The woman sighed heavily, but still remembering the ancestral rules, she only ordered her servants to fetch the sachet for awakening the gods.

She softened her voice and comforted her: "Tongtong, hold on for a little longer, and then go back to sleep after the immortal comes to seal the coffin, okay?"

Tongtong took his hand out of the woman's hand, pointed at the black coffin and said, "But the coffin has been sealed."

The woman was startled and looked at the black coffin. At that moment, a dark wind blew and the white cloth on the coffin fell to the ground, revealing the tightly sealed black coffin.

What's going on?
The woman was confused. It was clear that no matter how many people pushed the coffin lid before, it would not move at all, but now the coffin lid closed tightly on its own. It was really weird.

"Madam, what should we do now? Do we still have to wait for the immortal to come?" the boy asked.

The woman's eyes flashed and she ordered: "Let's nail it."

After worrying about this matter for a long time, the woman was a little exhausted mentally and physically. Now she just wanted to finish the funeral as soon as possible.

The boy took seven long nails and nailed the coffin lid in place, and whispered: "Wake up!"

Several big and round servants carried the coffin and walked towards the cemetery. Bright yellow paper money flew in the air and was blown far away by the wind.