Since ancient times, the clash between red and white has been a major taboo in folk culture.
This foreshadows a reversal of Yin and Yang, and a complete upheaval of Heaven and Earth.
Red is a color of great joy, especially for weddings and other celebratory occasions, symbolizing new life and reproduction.
White, on the other hand, represents funerals and mourning events, solemn and sorrowful, marking the beginning of the deceased's journey to the afterlife.
The two are like the difference between day and night, clearly distinct.
But at this moment, weddings and funerals meet on this dark night, the joy of welcoming the bride and the deathly silence of the funeral procession intertwined.
Since I don't have a [Earth Soul], I'm not afraid, and naturally, I'm calmer than most people.
Sister Wu asked me to come to Dashuying to find Niu Hongsheng, it's definitely not as simple as I thought.
The clash between red and white might be a death sentence for others, but for me, it might be a way out.
Thinking of this, I felt like a drowning person seeing a lifeline, and with all my might, I ran towards the funeral procession.
He ran while shouting at the top of his lungs, "Taoist Master, save me!"
Upon hearing my cry for help, the Taoist priest turned slightly to the side, his eyes blazing, and casually twirled his peach wood sword.
His blue Taoist robe billowed in the wind, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.
"Young man, what's going on here...?"
Before the Taoist priest could finish speaking, the burly men carrying the coffin suddenly groaned.
As if being suppressed by an invisible force weighing a thousand pounds, his legs bent instantly, and his body involuntarily shrunk by half, leaving him only able to support himself in a half-squatting position.
"So heavy!"
"Why has this coffin suddenly become so heavy..."
Seeing this, the Taoist priest ignored me and hurriedly reached out to support the coffin, shouting, "Everyone, hold on! Don't let the coffin fall!"
As he spoke, he threw the talisman in his hand overhead.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, the soul returns to the other shore, all past glories have come to an end, the cause and effect of good and evil will eventually be recorded, the grudges of this life will go with the wind, and the cycle of reincarnation will begin anew..."
It's quite amazing.
As the yellow talisman was thrown into the sky, the coffin, though still heavy, could be lifted with difficulty.
"rise!"
With a shout, the crowd gritted their teeth, strained their legs, and stood up unsteadily.
But the heavy coffin swayed back and forth on their shoulders, threatening to tip over at any moment.
"Master, this...this coffin is too heavy."
One of them gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words with difficulty.
I instinctively turned my head to look back and found that the curtain of the sedan chair carried by eight people in the wedding procession had been drawn back, and the bride inside was gone.
As if sensing something, I turned back to look at the coffin again.
The bride, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, sat on the coffin like a ghost.
Meanwhile, the matchmaker and others silently surrounded the funeral procession.
Strangely, it seemed that no one except me, including the Taoist priest, saw it.
Although he didn't see it, the Taoist priest must have sensed that something was wrong.
He hurriedly pulled a handful of white rice from the cloth bag at his waist, muttered some incantations, and then suddenly scattered it around.
However, nothing unusual happened where the rice fell, but the Taoist's expression grew increasingly grim.
He shouted at the funeral procession, "Bring the rooster over here!"
Upon hearing this, a young man in the crowd hurriedly ran over, carrying a large rooster.
The rooster's feet were tightly bound with a bright red rope, and it was flapping its wings restlessly, making "cluck-cluck" sounds.
The Taoist priest took the rooster, pinched its beak shut, and quickly lit a yellow talisman with his other hand.
While the flames were still blazing, he stuffed the burning yellow talisman into the rooster's beak, then, holding the rooster, began to slowly circle the coffin.
"Heaven is round and earth is square, laws and decrees are in nine chapters. I now perform the law, all evils flee and perish. Spirits in the coffin, do not be arrogant. The golden rooster crows at dawn, sending you back to your homeland."
Seeing the Taoist priest circling the coffin incessantly, I was getting increasingly anxious.
This person is sitting on a coffin, and we're surrounded by filth. You should show some real skill and deal with them.
What are you doing wandering around aimlessly?
Just then, the rooster suddenly went berserk, flapping its wings wildly and kicking its claws erratically, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, it pecked fiercely at the Taoist's hand.
The sharp beak pierced the Taoist's skin instantly, causing him to quickly throw the rooster away in pain.
The rooster had barely landed when it crashed headfirst into the coffin, its neck snapped to the side, and it fell straight to the ground, lifeless.
Those around who witnessed this horrifying scene turned pale with fright and took several steps back.
One of the men carrying the coffin asked in a trembling voice, "Master, what... what happened? Why did the rooster suddenly die? Is this some kind of ominous sign?"
Upon hearing this, everyone echoed the sentiment, and a sense of unease spread through the crowd.
The Taoist priest was sweating profusely, and the back of his robe was soaked with sweat, but he still tried to remain calm and raised his hand to reassure everyone.
"Don't panic, everyone. This is just a minor incident. It's nothing to worry about."
After saying this, he slowly took off his shoes, slapped the coffin hard, and shouted loudly, "Now that I am dead, my soul returns to the netherworld. Do not linger, go quickly and do not stay!"
The silence was broken by a dull thud, making everyone's hearts skip a beat.
All eyes turned to the coffin, their eyes filled with terror.
There was already a ghost bride sitting on the coffin, making it difficult for the men carrying it to support her even with all their might.
At that moment, following the sudden sound, their steps became even more unsteady, and the coffin began to shake violently.
"Did someone just tap on the coffin?"
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