Chapter 394
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Yang Zimei looked at the Big Dipper in the sky and said anxiously to Yuqing: "Master, there is about an hour left, and the ugly time will pass. If you can't find the thing that hates victory, it will be very dangerous every day."
Yuqing nodded, "Well, you have to open the coffin as soon as possible, Niuniu, the master is not good enough, and he doesn't have a corpse rope on his body, so it must be up to you, do you remember the corpse binding spell that master taught you to draw that day? "
"Remember." Yang Zimei nodded.
"Senior brother, I have a corpse rope here!" Yu Zhenzi took out a slender red rope from his dirty cloth bag.
The so-called corpse rope is a rope that has been soaked in rooster blood and boy urine for seven, seven and forty-nine days and then blessed with a spell. It couldn't be better.
In addition to the corpse rope, Yu Zhenzi's bag actually contained black donkey hooves and glutinous rice specially designed to restrain zombies.
Yuqing saw it and was overjoyed, "I didn't expect you to carry these things with you, Junior Brother."
"That's natural. I have been traveling all these years. These must-haves must be carried with me. They are professional." Yuzhenzi said with a bared tooth.
Yang Zimei was sweating.
"Well, junior brother, Niuniu is a girl, it's not suitable to touch the corpse, she is responsible for chanting the spell to trap the corpse, and you are responsible for tying it up!" Yuqing nodded.
"That's natural. This kind of dirty and tiring work is naturally the responsibility of my almighty uncle." Yu Zhenzi said without delay.
"Then start the grave opening. Niuniu, pay attention to the direction of the evil spirit." Yuqing knew very well that Yang Zimei had heavenly eyes and could see the evil spirit at will.
"Yes, Master."
Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower that had returned to its original state and kept it aside.
When the two Yue Qing brothers heard that there would be a corpse transformation inside, they were so frightened that their legs were weak, and they couldn't help dig the grave and open the coffin at all.
Yuqing and Yuzhenzi had to dig with a shovel themselves.
Fortunately, the coffin was not buried deep enough to be seen soon.
Yang Zimei's heart began to tense, because she had clearly seen that the black cloud of evil spirit was getting stronger and stronger, and it was about to move.
However, fortunately there is a small iron tower.
Those black evil spirits are constantly being absorbed by it.
The coffin is still well preserved, like a new burial, with a strange black color.
The coffin is nailed with seven needles to the lid of the coffin, commonly known as "descendant nails", which is said to make the descendants prosper.
When the nails were nailed, the relatives shouted for the deceased to "hide the nails", and then sprinkled five-color grains on the lid of the coffin, and the funeral was complete.
After that, the paper was burned three times a day, called "twisting incense", until the funeral. Wealthy people also invite monks and Taoists to recite sutras to save the dead.
In fact, in ancient times, no nails were used in coffins, and leather strips were used to bind the bottom and lid of the coffin together. Three in the horizontal direction and two in the vertical direction. The planks are long in the horizontal direction and short in the vertical direction, which is the origin of "three long and two short".顽 originally refers to the seam of the clothes. This refers to the wooden wedge connecting the coffin lid and the coffin bottom. The two ends are wide and the middle is narrow. They are inserted into the ridges on both sides of the coffin mouth, so that the lid and the coffin body are tightly connected. It is used in combination with leather strips to fasten the lid of the coffin. It was later developed to nail the coffin lid with nails, which was convenient and fast, and the coffin was gradually eliminated.
Just as Yuqing was about to pry the nail, he suddenly heard a dull sound of "bang bang bang" hitting the board, as if something was moving.
Yang Zimei's chicken skin suddenly rose.
The Yue Qing brothers rolled a few times in fright.
Yu Zhenzi held the corpse rope in one hand and the black donkey's hoof in the other, and stared intently at the coffin.
Yang Zimei also began to prepare to chant the corpse spell...
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