MTL - Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits-Chapter 15 Destiny

coffin? Shi Yitong and I were choking.八? One Chinese website? W? W? W ?. ? 8? 1? Ｚ? W㈠. ? COM: None of us paid attention to the coffin last night because of fear of Grandpa's condition. But thinking about it again ...

No. Really do not have. It was very quiet last night, and the coffin was lying quietly in the yard, and nothing came out.

"No ..." I mumbled.

"This is not it." Mr. Wen narrowed his eyes and gave a smile, "I have resolved your troubles perfectly."

"What did you say?" Shi Yitong was furious, and he was about to rush to fight with Mr. Wen and die. But at this moment, Shi Yitong's grandma walked out of the house in a trembling step.

There were still tears on her face, and the moment she saw Mr. Wen, she was completely choked. She shouted "Oops", trotting all the way to us, eyes staring at Mr. Wen, her lips trembling, she didn't seem to believe her eyes.

"Mr. Wen ... are you Mr. Wen?"

I was taken aback, but Shi Yitong was even more taken aback than me. He didn't know what expression to put on.

"Grandma? Do you know him?"

Shi Yitong's grandma didn't answer, but bent her knees, and she was going to kneel down to Mr. Wen. Fortunately, Mr. Wen grabbed her in time and made her stand up.

"Get up, I can't stand your kneeling," Mr. Wen whispered.

Grandma Shi couldn't even speak with excitement. It took a long time to adjust her state. "Why is sir here? No, no, are you back?"

Mr. Wen smiled. "Yes, I am back."

"Then the person you are waiting for ..."

"Don't worry, I have found it." Mr. Wen laughed.

After listening to this answer, Grandma Shi seemed to be relieved when she put a big rock in her heart, and she let out, "So it is so, so it is ... well, that's good."

Shi Yitong and I watched the conversation between Grandma Shi and Mr. Wen, all confused. Shi Yitong's recent anger is estimated to have disappeared inexplicably.

"Grandma, do you know this person?"

"What nonsense!" Grandma Shi slaps Shi Yitong's head with a deliberate intent. "This is Lord Wencheng, the first priest of the city, and I still want to say hello to Lord Wen!"

"No, my grown-up dare not be a long time ago," Mr. Wen said with a smile. "Now I'm just a shopkeeper who is idle and okay. I occasionally take some commissions and do my best."

Grandma Shi first smiled and sighed again, and said regretfully, "Since you are all here, then it means that ... the true number of lives has been exhausted."

Mr. Wen nodded. "Yes."

It seemed that Shi Yitong couldn't stand it anymore and asked out loud, "What the **** is it! What kind of life is it? My grandfather, he died, but no one came to tell me what happened?"

"Shi Yitong." Mr. Wen turned to look at my friend, "You're called Shi Yitong, right?"

Shi Yitong nodded his head.

"Have you ever wondered why whenever the coffin is going to be sold, the coffin will ring in the middle of the night?"

"Uh ..." Shi Yitong was inexplicable, but still answered stubbornly. "Grandpa said that because the coffin picks people, every coffin will choose the dead who will lie inside."

"Yes," Mr. Wen whispered, and walked to the middle of the yard. The culprit this time—the mouthpiece of Nanmu coffin is lying under the willow, with the coffin lid wide open. This is what Shi Yitong and I have tried to move over at the request of Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen went to the coffin and reached out and stroked the high-grade wood and decorative woodcarvings. "The coffin is the destination of the body after the death of the person. When the funeral made the coffin, the coffin had already determined its owner. The poor used the thin coffin of tung wood; the common people used the fir casket; The man used a Nanmu coffin ... what kind of coffin will lie, your grandfather must have counted in his heart. But he tried hard to build such a coffin with expensive materials. Have you considered this? Why is that? "

Mr. Wen's fluttering words made Shi Yitong's eyes widen. He seemed to understand something, biting his lips tightly.

"This coffin, your grandpa didn't intend to sell it from the beginning." Mr. Wen whispered, stroking the coffin board.

I looked at Mr. Wen in surprise, "You mean, Shi Yitong's grandfather ... did he know he would die?"

Mr. Wen laughed. "No one in this world doesn't know that he will die. Everything will rise and fall, and every living thing will eventually die. This is God's will, a fate that I absolutely cannot control. As for you that night What you see, Gu Yu. "

"what?"

"That thing is called a coffin ghost. It's a little demon parasitic in the coffin." Mr. Wen said, "They will neither hurt you nor try to escape from the coffin. They are the soul of the coffin, and the soul of the dead When they return to the West, they will guard the body of the deceased's remains on the shore until the soil disappears. The coffin ringing in the middle of the night is neither a horrible sound nor an ominous omen. That is the wail of the coffin ghosts.

"Sorry ... Ming?" I mumbled.

"Yes. That's their sighs. It's an elegy for the people who are about to die."

"So ... So, Shi Yitong's grandfather is dead, naturally?"

Mr. Wen nodded slightly, "He also knew that his Yangshou had come to an end, so he would only say that to you before he died."

words? I tried hard to remember what Grandpa Shi had told us. Then I remembered it quickly.

"My name is Jinyi ... Tian, ​​Tian Ming defines ..."

It turns out that the sentence is "every human life is destined, and destiny is destined".

"Then you already know all this, why should we let us do that series of useless work?" I couldn't help asking, "Just tell me right from the beginning!"

"That's not useless work." Mr. Wen laughed and looked at the coffin in the yard. "Coffins that have been placed in a damp place for too long should of course be exposed before use to avoid standing water or wood decay. Let you find it Eight strong men are indispensable to carry the coffin during the burial. As for the two bells given to you, they are a must-have for the dead. In this way, no matter how far your friend ’s grandpa is lost on the other side As long as you hear the bell, you will always know where your home is. "