My master is the coffin

Chapter 263 Funeral
The abbot claimed that a scripture healed us.Although we don't want to admit this, we have to think about it.

The last time Li Xiaoxing fell into a coma, after the abbot read a scripture, Li Xiaoxing actually woke up.This time the two of us were equally unconscious, but when we heard the abbot chanting scriptures, we also woke up.Once is a coincidence, so what is twice?
When I was in the cornfield, I once saw the abbot show his might, but at that time, his expression and language were very strange, as if he was a different person. I always thought it was those golden beads that controlled him.After he returned to normal, he was still an ordinary person who could no longer be ordinary.Could it be that he already has some supernatural power?
Wu Shuang looked at me, and then said: "Xu You, do you remember that when the two of us were about to wake up just now, we heard the sound of a monk chanting sutras?"

I nodded: "It is indeed the sound of a monk chanting sutras. This monk should be the abbot."

It's okay if we don't say that, the abbot is even more proud of it.Keep boasting.

I sighed: "Now things are a bit complicated. Just now Li Xiaoxing woke up and told me that there is something buried under our old house. Judging from the abbot's experience, it is very likely to be true."

Wushuang looked at me and said, "I always think it's better for you not to go. I think we are being used by others. Just like your inner alchemy, we end up taking advantage of others."

I nodded: "I understand the truth. However, I am still very curious. I want to know what is going on and who wants to use us."

Wushuang raised his chin and pointed to Li Xiaoxing who was lying on the bed: "Don't you know if you ask him?"

I sighed and sat on the chair: "I want to ask, he has to wake up too."

The abbot volunteered: "Don't worry, I will recite a sutra, and he will wake up soon." Then the abbot sat down and began to chant sutras with his eyes closed again.

It has to be said that the abbot, as a liar, is very skilled in his business.Looking at the way he twirled Buddhist beads and chanted sutras, he was even more professional than a real monk.In the words of the abbot, monks have food to eat whether they recite or not, and their monthly income is tens of thousands by guarding the merit box. It is different for us to cheat. If you don’t know the scriptures well, who will invite you?
Sitting next to me, Wushuang asked me: "Xu You, do you think what we just did was a hallucination or a dream? Or will it really happen?"

When Wu Shuang said this, his face turned slightly pale.I know that the dream just now was terrible, and she still has some lingering fears in her heart. Actually, why don't I?

We have come through all the wind and waves, what scenes have we not seen?Only wars that could kill and injure tens of millions of people are still terrified.

I thought for a while and said: "In the hallucination, our mahogany sword can wake us up. But it didn't work at all just now, obviously not. And we were really tired and sleepy before we fell asleep just now. I think it's more like a dream .”

Wushuang frowned and said, "Dream? Will the two of us have the same dream?"

I said with a playful smile: "Maybe we have a good heart, we have been together for a long time, and we have some kind of connection, so it is not surprising to have the same dream..."

Before I finished speaking, Wushuang kicked me directly.

In fact, what Wushuang said makes sense, and it is indeed a bit evil for two people to have the same dream.However, it is not impossible.

I am thinking.Hearing that Wushuang started looking for the abbot again.He asked, "Abbot, what are you reading? It's gibberish."

The abbot said: "I have a lot of background. This is called the "Heart Sutra" to subdue demons and exorcise demons. It can eliminate nightmares. If you have nightmares, or if ghosts press the bed, reading this sutra will definitely help."

Wushuang looked at her with disdain: "I learned a new idiom, you know? It's called self-deception."

The abbot was not happy: "How can this be self-deception? There is a basis for this. The eminent monks of all ages have said..."

Suddenly my inspiration moved: "Heart Sutra? Nightmare?"

I waved my hand at Wushuang: "Are you still sleepy?"

Wushuang nodded: "Sleepy. I didn't sleep much at all just now. Seeing those terrible things with my eyes closed is more tiring than waking up."

I waved at her: "Do you want to sleep again? Come, come, let's lie down and go to sleep."

Wushuang glanced at me: "You are crazy."

I tried to be as serious as possible and said, "Listen to me, I'm sure you're right. Come, come, sit down."

Wushuang sat down inexplicably.Then looked at me warily.

I ignored her, yawned, and closed my eyes.I know that things like sleeping are contagious, and Wushuang must be terribly sleepy after a whole night of tossing around.

Sure enough, I heard her even breathing.Wushuang fell asleep faster than me.

The corner of my mouth was hooked, and I couldn't help but want to smile, but the smile hasn't come out yet.I have fallen into a deep sleep.

Everything is as I expected.I opened my eyes and was in the living room.Close your eyes, it's another world.

I found myself sitting on top of a mountain.As long as you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces.

I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up gently.At this time, I heard Wushuang calling me: "Xu You, where are you? Get out of here."

I followed the sound and saw Wushuang hanging on a tree, dangling, looking at me with an angry face.

I quickly said to her: "Shut up, keep your voice down. Have you forgotten what happened last time?"

Then, I climbed up the tree separately.Carefully saved her.

Wushuang's eyes were about to burst into flames: "Did you already know that this would happen?"

I pretended to be stupid: "What kind?"

Wushuang pointed at the surroundings angrily: "Did you already know that as long as we fall asleep, we will come back to such a place?"

I thought about it and said, "After falling asleep, we will appear somewhere. But where exactly, I really don't know."

Wushuang asked me: "Where is this place? How did you know you would come here?"

I was about to speak, when suddenly, there was a voice coming from down the mountain.It was chaotic, and there was even the sound of blowing and beating.

Wushuang and I hid in the bushes.Looking at those people at the foot of the mountain.They are dressed in white, linen and mourning.Carrying a coffin, he was walking up the mountain with difficulty.

Behind these people wearing filial piety, there are a large number of soldiers.Riding on horses, with halberds in hand, they followed the funeral procession without a word.These soldiers, all wearing black armor, are clearly the army we saw last time. Whether they are horses or men, their heads are all wrapped in a white cloth.

There are many villages at the foot of the mountain.The people who carried the coffin were blowing and beating in a loud voice, but they didn't throw paper money. After they walked past, there were basically no traces.

The mountain village has always been quiet, and suddenly there was such a luxurious funeral procession.Everyone rushed out of the house.Standing on both sides of the road and watching, while watching, pointing to the team.

At this time, something terrible happened.The soldiers suddenly rushed into the village.Wielding a sharp halberd in his hand, he killed all the innocent villagers one by one every second.

Wushuang exclaimed, and I quickly covered her mouth.

The person who carried the coffin in front did not show any abnormality, they were still blowing and beating, carrying the coffin forward.Those soldiers were obviously used to killing.The villagers were killed first, and then their houses were burned.The fire is raging, and it will take a while.The village disappeared from the face of the earth.All it takes is a rain to wash away the burn marks, and there is no evidence of the village anymore.

The funeral team came all the way, and the soldiers behind killed them all the way.Then the team went deep into the mountains.Gradually, He Wushuang actually got closer to me.

The two of us lay on the ground, staring at these people, not daring to move.

Then, those soldiers moved boulders one by one.A mountain stream was completely blocked.There are many sharp weapons exposed under the mountain stream.They spun rapidly, slowly slowed down as the water flow decreased, and finally stopped.

The funeral procession carried the coffin to the bottom of the mountain stream.People should be buried in it.Wushuang and I couldn't see the specific way to bury this person.

Now, we can only watch it all in amazement.I was afraid and surprised at the same time, and was speechless for a long time.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the mourners finally poked their heads out of the mountain stream.They climbed slowly to the shore.

However, at this time, the soldiers waiting outside suddenly removed the stone.

The torrent in the mountain stream rushed down, and the sharp blade spun rapidly.We heard a howling sound.Then, the voice gradually weakened, and finally became completely silent.

The entire surface of the water was dyed red, and occasionally one or two broken arms floated up and were washed away into the distance.

Wushuang asked me in a low voice, "Why did they do this?"

I whispered in his ear, "The people in the coffin didn't want people to know where he was buried. So after the coffin bearers buried him, they were killed."

Wushuang nodded thoughtfully, then she pointed to the soldiers: "But these soldiers know..."

She hadn't finished speaking.Those who suddenly pulled out the long swords around their waists in unison.They waded through the icy stream until they were waist deep.Then they killed themselves one after another.

Their bodies fell into the water.Or it will be washed to the big rivers and flow east to the sea.Or, get caught by something deep in the mountains and completely rot.Or, it floated near the mechanism at the bottom of the water, and was cut into flesh by a sharp knife.

Wushuang looked at all this dumbfounded: "Why did they commit suicide?"

I said: "They should be cultivated dead men. Everything belongs to their masters, including life. Their masters don't want them to reveal the address of the grave. So they die to show their will."

Wushuang stared blankly at the red surface of the water: "These dead soldiers are much braver than yesterday's soldiers. However, I always feel that their death is a bit worthless."

(End of this chapter)