Chapter 3: Burning corpse

Speaking of this, suddenly changed the serious appearance, and smiled at Ye Dagong: "The old man, I told you so, there are no more than five people in this world who can save your grandson. Fortunately, you have encountered a poor road. This is also Your grandson and my fate, hey, fate."
Ye Dagong did not know what he was saying, and he was speculating. Qingyunzi’s words turned:
Your grandson’s corpse was temporarily restrained. Now the most important thing is to find out the owner of the corpse grease. Such deep grievances, the master must be a devil. Leave it alone. You think about it, in the last six months, this person with no horizontal death?"
There are only a few dozen people in Yejia Village, but the village chief cannot know that the red and white events are not known. Ye Dagong immediately said: "Yes, one month ago, there was a mother-in-law in our village. When we had children, it was difficult to die and die. Life, can it be dying?"
"Crap, what day did she die?"
Ye Dagong thought for a moment: "I don't remember very much, it seems... Oh, yes, I remember that on the first seven days of her day, I was catching up with the day of the July 14th Ghost Festival!"
Qingyunzi’s heart was aroused, and he hurriedly said:
Let me take a look at the grave!

Ye Dagong did not dare to neglect, led Qingyunzi along the way to the mountain, and after a quarter of an hour, came to the widow's grave. Qingyunzi measured it with his own anger. He said: "This grave is not right. How can there be two ghosts in it? One of them is still a baby! Oh, it's not good! Come, dig the grave, I have to see it!"
Ye Dagong’s face is difficult to read.
This...the widowed man died six months ago. He was born with a bereaved family. There is no relative in the family. No one is coming to the trouble, but he is digging the grave... If the village knows, Good to explain."
Qingyunzi angered: "Do not open the scorpion, wait for this corpse to form, you all the villagers will die!"
After Ye Dagong’s glimpse, he realized that the matter was of great importance. Qingyunzi later flew down the mountain and called several afterlife. Everyone took the shovel and came to the graveyard together. A few of the students on the road have learned about things from Ye Dagong's mouth, plus the promise of Ye Dagong's promise and the guarantee of responsibility alone, and do not hesitate to dig the grave.
During this time, Qingyunzi took out five small flags, the colors were gold, green, brown, white, and red, corresponding to the five elements, surrounded by the widow’s grave, and in the dry position and the Kun position. At each point, a scent of the soul was revealed. At this time, the grave was dug up. Several young men saw the bright red coffin board and they all retreated.
"You are going to go out and retreat to the outside of the five-line flag. Remember that you can't come in." Qingyunzi walked to the grave and felt a smoldering sigh of relief. The heart was also surprised: through the coffin board, actually With such a strong suffocation, the one in the coffin is wicked.
Qingyunzi saw that the coffin board had no nails. At the moment, he used the cinnabar to draw a "敕" in the palm of his right hand, silently recited the mantra, and the right palm was shot on the seesaw, shouting: "Get up!"
The coffin board, which weighed several tens of pounds, was actually carried by him and thrown aside.
Ye Dagong and a few young men looked up curiously and only looked at it. On the spot, petrochemicals took a dozen seconds to scream: "Oh my god, she actually grew her teeth!"
In the mouth of the female corpse, the two rows of dogs are staggered - not two, two rows! In the sun, there is a chill of light.
Qingyunzi’s gaze was like electricity. He swept over the female body and landed on her bulging belly. His look changed greatly. He turned his head and glared at Ye Dagong, and screamed:
Is this a pregnant woman?

"No, it is difficult to die," Ye Dagong stunned. "Because she died, we asked Daxian to ask. Daxian said that mother and child must be buried separately, or they will be haunted, so we buried our children in the graveyard of Shanxi. It is."
Qingyunzi nodded and sighed: "The man did not say anything wrong, and died of dystocia. Mother and son could not gather together, so as not to be attached to each other. The ghosts were not scattered, and they were enclosed in the body. Over time, the yin became the mother and son. The mother and son of the first seven catch up with the ghost festival, and the suffocation is heavier."
Ye Dagong looked at the female corpse in two rows of terrible fangs and trembled: "That corpse..."
"The seven seventy-four forty-nine days have passed, and the mother and the child have become corpses, not ordinary ghosts." Qing Yunzi's belly of the female body of the finger, "infant, is in her stomach!"
"Ah!" Ye Dagong and others screamed together. "How, how can this be?"
Qingyunzi sighed. "Obviously someone took the baby, and the mother and son were buried. Only in this way can we successfully remove the corpse of the female corpse. This is the Miaojiang martial law. I didn't expect anyone to do this. The old man Children, this person who is offended by your family is not simple!" Suddenly looking up at the sky, it is already five or six o'clock, the day is thin, and the day is about to pass.
"Today's opening stunned the corpse, it must be dealt with before dark, and then there is no end, you are going to prepare some gasoline and firewood, as well as cinnabar, the sooner the better!"
Under the command of Ye Dagong, several young men flew down the mountain and went to find things. Ye Dagong trembled and asked Qingyunzi: "Dao Chang, you said that this mother and child have become...what is the body, why not move?"
"The strong corpse is also afraid of the sun. At night, it is okay, and I can hardly accept it."
Qingyunzi rushed Ye Dagong to the side, untied his backpack, took out the tools of the demon and the ghosts, and began to arrange the spirits.
Just after the arrangement, a few later came back, carrying a large basket of firewood and a few barrels of petrol, followed by a large wave of people looking at the lively villagers. Ye Bing and his wife were among them. When they saw the face, they reported to their father: "Shaoyang, he served the long-term potion, much better, my mother came back and waited, let's see if there is anything to help."
Ye Dagong heard that Shaoyang was better, and his heart was a little bit safe. He said to the few afterlife: "Who will let you publicize the big fan, and everyone will be called!"
"No matter, the more people, the better." Qingyunzi's eyes were full of glimpses, passing through the crowd.
Without further ado, he ordered a few daring advances, piled the firewood around the coffin, poured two barrels of gasoline on it, and then laid a layer of cinnabar, igniting a piece of paper, meditating over the spell and throwing it up.
The fire was burning and it burned.
Qingyunzi sits kneeling in front of the temple, and recites in his mouth: "The 38th generation of Maoshan is a descendant of Qingyunzi, who is the ancestor of the ancestors, and the prayers are three clear, and the confession of the yin, the blue phoenix, the sacred heart, the evil spirits, the world Qingming, Liuding Liujia, listening to the battle before the battle, the black tiger of the Xuantan, the Tianshi has a request, open the altar today, except for the demon!"
On one side, a Taoist pure yang is applied to the fire to help the refining of the corpse.
Ten minutes later, the coffin had been burned into a pile of charcoal. The female body inside was not changed, and even the clothes were not burning. A trace of white chilly air continued to overflow from her body, in isolation from the flame.