Chapter 63 The coffin lid moved
After drinking the tea, he set off immediately.
The six people from the Tiankui faction plus Zhou Yi, the seven of them took the road west of Sheqi, heading towards the Nanyang County City.
If you leave the west city of Sheqi, it is equivalent to stepping into the border of Nanyang.
Although it is still the area of Huai'an County, it has long been in the shape of Nanyang County.
There are also funeral shops in the city, which are open for business.
Zhou Yi was puzzled: "Brother Yu, why did you choose me if you didn't want to go to the black shop in the city for convenience?"
"This old man Ren was a friend of my teacher when he was alive. I would rather not look for him than to be perfunctory."
Ying Yu pointed to the funeral shop behind them that was draped with white banners. "Buying coffins and being a mourner from them is okay, but when it comes to specializing in rituals, they're like a landlubber."
"We just came back from Huai'an. We wanted to invite a strange man who was well versed in the art of yin and yang, but unfortunately he has already returned to Bashu."
"Oh? Who is this strange person?"
Lu Wuxia continued, "He is from the Bashu Heyi School and is a disciple of Tongtian Shenlao."
Speaking of the four words "Tongtian Shenmu", several people from Tiankui Sect showed serious expressions. This Shenmu's ability to communicate between yin and yang is well-known in the world.
Zhou Yi roughly understood.
Don’t be fooled by his shabby outfit, but the fact that he came from the Taiping Taoist Temple greatly enhances his temperament.
Even if others want to imitate that feeling, it is difficult to do it naturally.
The disciples of these big sects have good eyesight and can see the truth from the false.
Ying Yu added, "Actually, we asked Daoist Master Yi to come with us for two more reasons."
"I'd like to hear more about it."
Ying Yu cleared his throat. "This old man Ren is quite skilled in martial arts and has some connections with Taoism. I wonder if Taoist Master Yi has ever heard of a Taoist named 'Wang Zuan'?"
The six people from the Tiankui Sect looked over with smiles.
This person is not very famous, and the young Taoist priest probably doesn't know him.
Zhou Yi casually replied, "It's the one who lived in seclusion in Maji Mountain, right? It's said that in the late Western Jin Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, with famine and plague rampant. Wang Zuan, sympathetic to the suffering of the people, often used his hidden merits to save lives. He obtained the 'Taishang Dongyuan Shenzhou Jing', which later spread throughout the world."
The smiles of the Tiankui disciples gradually faded.
How come this seems even clearer than what Master said?
Ying Yu nodded and continued, "This is the first reason why we invited Master Yi."
“This is the second reason.”
As Ying Yu finished speaking, Lu Wuxia gestured towards a large house in front of him and said, "We're here."
Zhou Yi took a look.
I saw the vermilion lacquered door, half open and half closed.
The door knocker was tied with pale linen and was swaying gently in the wind.
"The second reason is that I heard that Old Master Ren died from practicing martial arts and went astray. He was holding a grudge, and ordinary half-baked people would not only be unable to dispel it, but might even cause a collision."
As Ying Yu was speaking, a gust of cold wind blew, and the Yin-Yang flag in Zhou Yi's hand flipped and swayed.
Several people couldn't help but shrink their necks.
At this time, when I arrived at the gate of Ren's house, I saw that the two majestic stone lions at the door were also tied with mourning cloths, as if feeling sad, with their heads lowered to reduce their majesty.
A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar came out in two steps to greet him.
He first looked at the people from the Tiankui Sect, of course he knew them all.
Then he looked at the side of the eldest brother Ying Yu.
I saw a young and handsome Taoist priest standing like a pine tree, holding a Yin-Yang flag in his hand, carrying a peach wood on his back, and hanging an Eight Diagrams Evil-Breaking Mirror on his waist.
There is a touch of otherworldly style amidst the urban atmosphere.
Jingfu, the head of the Ren family, knew that Tiankui had been sent to Huai'an County to look for an extraordinary person, and he thought it was this person.
Ying Yu didn't explain much, only saying, "This is Taoist Master Yi."
"Greetings, Master Yi." Ren Jingfu stepped forward and saluted.
Zhou Yi bowed in return.
"Excuse me, everyone. Please."
Ren Jingfu stepped forward to lead the way, and the half-closed doors were opened to welcome the distinguished guests.
On both sides of the gate stood twenty or thirty imposing men, all dressed in short and tight clothes.
"please!"
They invited in unison, and Zhou Yi, stroking the Bagua mirror, entered with Ying Yu and the others.
The Ren family is indeed a wealthy family. This house is no worse than the Cao Mansion in Yang'e.
After entering a series of small courtyards with skylights, and then passing through the corridor, I saw a large courtyard right in front of the mourning hall.
White curtains hung down from the tall mourning tent like a waterfall.
In the middle of the mourning shed, a red lacquer coffin was placed upright, covered with layers of plain white silk.
The altar in front of the coffin was filled with delicacies, but the candlelight flickered, and the delicacies had lost their color and lifeless.
Sandalwood smoke was rising from the incense burner nearby.
There was also a clay pot placed in front of the coffin, with relatives and friends burning paper to pay their respects. Several younger members of the Ren family, dressed in white, were kneeling beside the coffin and crying.
Old Master Ren died of insanity, and the news of his death was announced early.
Many foreign guests came today.
In addition to businessmen who have connections with the Ren family, the majority are friends from the underworld.
Almost all the well-known and influential people in Sheqi City came.
Those with less close relationships come and leave, while those with closer relationships stay in the yard.
Of course, when it comes to the biggest show, it’s naturally the people from the Tiankui Sect.
Of the eight major forces in Nanyang County, they are the only one here.
Naturally, many people took the opportunity to establish relationships with them through courtesy.
Most of the people were dealt with by Ying Yu's fellow disciples.
Because Zhou Yi always stayed with Ying Yu and Lu Wuxia, he inevitably attracted attention.
However, no one around Nanyang County could see through his identity.
"Master Yi, please wait a moment. We must wait until they have finished paying their respects."
"There's no rush."
Zhou Yi was not in a hurry and just stood aside to watch the fun.
It’s just that during funerals, I don’t see those strong relatives and friends gathered together playing mahjong, which makes me a little uncomfortable.
I shook my head and stopped thinking about these trivial things.
About two hours passed and it was getting dark.
Finally, it was Zhou Yi's turn to set up the altar and perform rituals.
This whole process of ringing the magic bell, burning soul money, banners and paper, and then presenting the certificate of ordination to the City God can be done by any ordinary Yin-Yang master.
However, there are many requirements for picking up the sword, burning the talisman, ringing the bell, and the rhythm of the bell, which are definitely not something that a half-baked person can imitate.
Lü Wuxia listened to the mournful sound of the magic bell and whispered, "I think Taoist Yi is a person who often makes mistakes."
When the other Tiankui disciples saw Master Yi picking up the talisman with his peach sword so smoothly, they also praised him, saying, "How professional."
However, when Zhou Yi was chanting around the red lacquer coffin.
The Ren family members also showed a slight surprise.
"All things in the Three Realms, the Five Paths and Eight Gates, the gods, men and women, all possess consciousness and sexuality. They are dependent on the infinite, sinking into the cycle of death and rebirth, unable to escape on their own."
The Tiankui disciples didn't understand what nonsense Zhou Yinian was talking about.
But the disciples of the Ren family could hear it clearly.
Jingfu, the head of the Ren family, pricked up his ears and listened to a few more words.
Not bad.
It is Wang Zan's "Tai Shang Dong Yuan Shen Zhou Jing".
Moreover, it is the twelfth volume of Dongyuan, in which the saints protect themselves and eliminate disasters.
This scripture is not common. Old Master Ren received it as a gift from a Taoist friend when he was wandering around in his early years. That’s why he was able to make this scripture.
I have a heart. I have a heart.
Ren Jingfu was touched and looked at the Tiankui disciples with a look of great friendliness and kindness.
Looking at Master Yi who was reciting the scriptures seriously, he felt even more grateful.
He immediately called the butler and asked him to double the legal money he had prepared to show his sincerity.
After Ren Jingfu arranged everything, he turned his attention to the big coffin.
He was a filial son and was very sad when his father passed away.
The scriptures Zhou Yinian read reminded him of the scene when his father was sitting in the courtyard studying Taoism.
My mother died early, and now that my father is gone, I have no idea where I came from in this life, only the way back.
I felt deeply sentimental for a moment.
The Ren family members around them cried even louder.
Ren Jingfu murmured:
"Dad, after listening to this passage, please put aside your resentment and ascend to heaven."
suddenly
A strange "click" sound was heard around the mourning hall, and the crying of the Ren family members stopped abruptly.
this.
Where does the noise come from?
At first they thought it was the clay pot used to burn paper money that exploded due to the heat.
Suddenly, there was another "click" sound.
At this moment, the people from the Tiankui Sect who were originally sitting under the mourning shed not far away and watching the show all felt their scalps tingling and stood up in an instant.
Lu Wuxia hid behind Ying Yu, a little terrified:
"Big Brother, do you see clearly?"
"I see clearly."
Ying Yu stared at the red lacquer coffin: "Old Master Ren's coffin lid is moving."
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(End of this chapter)
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