Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1091 Must be drunk

Seeing that there was no sound in the coffin, the villagers gradually gathered around again.

Hou Baolai continued to pry the coffin lid with a shovel. After some hard work, the coffin lid was finally pried up at one end.

A rotten musty smell also swayed in the air.

"Lift the coffin lid." Ding Ermiao ordered.

But no one dared to step forward. Instead, they all took two steps back.

"Since you're scared, just stay away and I'll do it myself." Ding Ermiao waved his hands angrily, telling everyone to stand further away.

Upon hearing this, everyone was relieved, and with a roar, they all ran two feet away, including Hou Baolai.

Ding Ermiao held a walking stick with one hand and raised the whip with the other.

After taking a deep breath, Ding Ermiao waved his hand, and the whip flew out, rolling the coffin lid aside.

"It's amazing!" The onlookers exclaimed.

You know, Mrs. Hou's coffin is very thick, with a standard thirteen-yuan size.That coffin lid weighs at least about 150 pounds.

Ding Ermiao, who was lame on one leg and leaning on a cane, with a big rat under his feet, waved one hand and rolled open the coffin lid with a whip.How have the villagers ever seen this effort that is as light as a heavy task?
The lid of the coffin was swept away, Ding Ermiao took a closer look, and couldn't help frowning.

The villagers gathered around tentatively again, peering into the coffin.

"Ah..., how could this happen?"

"Oh my god, it's so scary!"

Trembling screams sounded one after another, and the whole place was filled with chatter.

In the coffin, the old man of the Hou family was lying on his back wearing a black shroud with three waists and five collars.

However, his hands stretched upward, reaching into the sky, and the nails on his ten fingers were more than three inches long.

Moreover, Mr. Hou's face was covered with a thick layer of gray rat hair, which made him look very unhuman, like a monster.

Hou Baolai fell to the ground with a plop and murmured: "Grandpa, how did you... change to become like this?"

Ding Ermiao sighed, and said: "Young people of the Hou family, come here and kowtow to the old man. Then I will invite the old man out and burn it with gasoline, and everything will be fine."

Everyone was trembling and did not dare to step forward.

"If you don't kowtow, be careful of Mr. Hou coming to your house at night and calling the door." Ding Ermiao threatened maliciously.

There was a crash, and a large group of people knelt down in front of the coffin...

After everyone kowtowed, the big mouse suddenly spoke and said: "Arch Master, please, let me have a drink with Mr. Hou again, for the last time, please..."

Ding Ermiao looked at the time and saw that it would still be dark for a while, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a moment to burn the incense."

"Thank you so much, Archmage, and please give me a bowl of wine." The big mouse kowtowed in thanks.

Ding Ermiao took out a bottle of wine from the sacrifices brought by the Hou family, opened the lid, and placed it at his feet.

Everyone was astonished. They didn't know how the big mouse was going to drink with Mr. Hou. They stretched their necks to watch.

The big mouse opened its mouth, bit the bottleneck, suddenly jumped into the coffin, and landed on Mr. Hou's chest.

Then the big mouse bit the mouth of the bottle, held the bottle with his two front paws, raised his head, took a sip, and put the bottle aside.

Then, the big mouse put its pointed beak in front of Mr. Hou's mouth and began to blow slowly.

And Mrs. Hou seemed to smell the aroma of wine, and actually opened his mouth to accept the smell of wine blown by the big mouse...

The onlookers were shocked and fell silent.

"Is there any more wine?" Ding Ermiao turned to ask Hou Baolai.

"There is another bottle." Hou Baolai replied.

Ding Ermiao nodded and said, "Take out all the sacrifices you brought and place them in front of the grave."

Hou Baolai did not dare to neglect, and immediately took out several colored sacrifices, wine glasses and chopsticks, and placed them in front of the coffin.

Ding Ermiao sat down cross-legged and poured wine for Mrs. Hou herself, one cup at a time, slowly pouring it on the ground.

"There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are held in various ways. The ashes of paper turn into white butterflies, and the weeping blood turns into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and the children return home at night in front of the laughing lamp. When there is wine in life, you must be drunk, but never drop a drop To Jiuquan!”

A bottle of wine was poured on the ground. Ding Ermiao sighed, looked at the coffin and said:

"Mr. Hou, others have children and grandchildren around their knees and enjoy the happiness of their old age. You have a mouse friend to accompany you, relying on each other in life and death, like a brother or a brother. This life is considered to be worthwhile, you can... go with peace of mind. That mouse, the time is up now Here, I’m about to take action, come out.”

After that, Ding Ermiao stood up and prepared to incinerate Mr. Hou's body.

But when he got up and took a look, he saw that the big mouse was already drunk in the coffin, lying on Mr. Hou's chest and fell asleep.

But Mrs. Hou shed two lines of tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Animals don't understand the human world, and it seems that I don't understand the animal world either." Ding Ermiao laughed at himself and asked everyone to pile the firewood aside and then pour gasoline on it.

Then, Ding Ermiao shook his hand and slapped the corpse whip on the ground next to the coffin!

Seeming to have been seriously frightened, the old Mrs. Hou in the coffin stood up straight with a whoosh!
"Ah...!" The onlookers exclaimed, nearly frightened out of their wits, and hugged each other one after another.

Ding Ermiao waved his hand, and the tip of the whip wrapped around Mrs. Hou's waist.In the transportation area, Mr. Hou flew out of the coffin and landed on the pyre.

"Maoshan Fire Dragon Talisman, get up!" Ding Ermiao retracted his corpse-killing whip and flew out a Fire Dragon Talisman with a snap of his fingers.

Pong...

The fire suddenly started, and the flames were blazing.

Mr. Hou struggled to get up in the firelight, waving his hands and feet wildly.But Ding Ermiao then struck the ground with a whip, and Mr. Hou immediately became quiet.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the big mouse in the coffin suddenly woke up, jumped out, and also jumped into the fire, killing his friend...

Ding Ermiao sighed and remained speechless.

After a while, the fire gradually faded, but Mr. Hou's body was not completely burned yet.

"Lend me my three flavors to help you with your real fire, as fast as the law!" Ding Ermiao flicked his fingers, and a copper coin flew out and fell into the light of the fire.

Immediately, the flames turned from red to blue, scorching waves hit people, and the onlookers retreated one after another.

In an instant, all the bones of Mr. Hou were incinerated, and only a decaying skeleton of the big rat was left.

Ding Ermiao took a shovel, smashed the skeleton into pieces, shoveled it into the coffin, and ordered everyone to close the coffin lid and build the tomb again.

Finally, Ding Ermiao recited the Transcendence Mantra to Mr. Hou and Big Mouse, and then ordered everyone to go down the mountain.

Ding Ermiao was still sitting in the sedan chair and was carried down the mountain by the villagers.

"Brother, I wonder if you know the Feng Shui of the cemetery?" A middle-aged uncle asked, walking beside Ding Ermiao's bamboo sedan.

"Of course I can, I am a disciple of Maoshan." Ding Ermiao smiled and asked, "Do you have any questions?"

"My family... has never been prosperous. It has only been passed down for sixteen generations. I just want to find someone to find out if there is something wrong with the feng shui of the cemetery." The man said.

Ding Ermiao was stunned. This person was also a single descendant of sixteen generations, and the situation in his own family was very similar.

(End of this chapter)