Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

Mingda is the name my grandfather gave me when I was born. He hoped that I would be bright and open-minded all my life. Since I was sensible, I carried a bamboo basket and shuttled through the middle of the mountain road, towards the halfway up Heixiong Mountain, towards the coffin hole. Every day, I prepare to deliver meals to my grandpa.

At that time, I was only eight or nine years old, and my grandfather was worried that the coffin hole was full of evil spirits, so he wouldn't let me in, and every time he asked me to put the basket outside and leave. But children are very curious, how can they be so obedient every time.

Once, I sneaked into the coffin hole when my grandfather was there, and counted the number of coffins in the coffin hole one by one.

"One hundred and ninety-eight, one hundred and ninety-nine, two—" Just as I counted to the 200th coffin, a pair of worn-out black cloth shoes appeared in front of me. I recognized them as Grandpa's cloth shoes. He came back .

Originally, I thought that grandpa would be furious, but unexpectedly, there was a smile on his face, "Mingda, aren't you afraid of this eerie, dark coffin?"

"Don't be afraid," I raised my head and answered seriously.

From then on, my grandfather allowed me to go into the coffin hole. As long as I was free, he would put me on his shoulders, take me one by one to know the coffin in the coffin hole, and lay me in the coffin. People's stories tell me. He said that when people die, they go to another world, but their families still miss them, and they are still there; only the way of existence has changed.

When I heard my grandfather say these words, I was still an ignorant child. When I understood something, it was when my grandfather passed away.

In the early morning of that day, grandma heard howling, it turned out that grandpa would never get up again.

I was held by the adults and kowtowed to my grandfather one after another in front of the mourning hall. Inside the coffin, Grandpa was wearing the shroud he had prepared long ago, with his hands folded on his chest.

Father chose a day, and after drawing a spell on grandpa's coffin, he asked someone to stack grandpa's coffin in the coffin hole. He took over the responsibility of grandfather's coffin keeper. I still shuttle back and forth between the house and the coffin hole every day to deliver meals, but the target has changed from my grandfather to my father.

My father's waist gradually bent, and I knew that it was time for me to support myself and guard the coffin hole. I carefully memorized the precautions for the coffin hole every day, and learned the mystic arts that should be learned, for fear of losing the face of my grandfather and father.

But I also found that the attitude of the villagers towards my father is no longer as respectful as they treat my grandfather, because the older generation is getting old, and the young people don't value the coffin keeper. They only think that my father is like It's dancing to the gods.

My father didn't take it seriously. He told me that no matter what the villagers think, the coffin hole cannot be left unattended. Even if I am the only one left in our family, I must try my best to guard the coffin hole. It is also the resting place of the ancestors surnamed Wang, which cannot be disturbed by others.

Later, when I reached the age of marrying a wife, my mother talked about a marriage. The other party was a girl from the village. She was not tall, but she liked to smile very much. There were two small dimples on her face when she smiled.

Two years later, our child was born, and I named him Hui. May he shine as brightly as the sun.

The child grew up gradually, but he didn't like to come to the coffin hole very much. Every time he brought me food, he would droop his face, put down the basket and leave. Once, he even asked me face to face why someone else's father was able to drive a car in the city, but his father was guarding a gloomy coffin hole in shabby clothes.

I can't answer this question, I can only respond with silence. He never got an answer from me and he never spoke to me again. But my daughter-in-law knows the difficulty in my heart, and always mediates between us father and son. With her around, we father and son still occasionally say a word or two.

But I felt faintly in my heart that my son would not follow my old path, he was unwilling and would not become the next coffin keeper. what should I do.

Once, my daughter-in-law was hit by a speeding car. At that time, she pushed my son away with all her strength. When my son came to his senses, she fell into a pool of blood and left her last words that she wanted to accompany me in the coffin hole.

I guarded my daughter-in-law's coffin all night. I never thought that she would walk so fast. I apologized to her all night because the coffin of the person who died unexpectedly cannot be placed in the coffin hole. No one can break the rules.

When I told my son about this decision, his expression changed, and he asked me why I had to abide by this broken rule, even his mother's last wish was destroyed. After attending the funeral without saying a word, he packed his bags and left Meilin Village.

Since then, I seldom go home. Even when I go home, I only face four walls. I simply stay in the coffin hole, talking and chatting with my grandfather every day.

It was four years later when Wang Hui returned to Meilin Village. He took a girl to visit his mother's grave. Before the grave, he said ~www.wuxiax.com~ that he was going to get married and be with Liu Cui.

I was overjoyed and hurriedly prepared everything for the two of them, but Wang Hui was still indifferent to me. On the day of the wedding, he didn't even say "Dad".

Liu Cui has a hot temper, but she is a good housekeeper. I don't care what she thinks of me, as long as she treats Wang Hui well. I'm still the same as before, rarely going home, except to pick up a change of laundry.

Until that day, I felt that I was about to pass away like my grandfather and father.

I struggled to get up, I exchanged my soul to keep my consciousness in the body, I can't just let go, because no one in the village will take over the job of keeper of the coffin, if If I leave, the villagers may force my son to take over. But I know that what my son hates the most is the coffin keeper. This will only force them to leave Merlin Village again.

After I became a living corpse, I couldn't be exposed to the sun, and I couldn't walk around in the sun at will. As soon as I was exposed to the sun, my skin would immediately turn black and black smoke would rise. Guarding the coffin hole seems to be my only purpose.

Later, an outsider almost lifted the corpse in the coffin hole, and I realized that I, who turned into a living corpse, had very little spiritual power left. In desperation, I had no choice but to ask Granny Xiang to bring me coffin nails, hoping that with the help of the coffin nails, I could seal the dead body.

A girl gave me Granny Xiang's coffin nails, but when I nailed the first nail, my hands trembled uncontrollably. I knew that I couldn't finish nailing twelve coffin nails. The girl saw my embarrassment, and she helped me, and even made the dead body in the coffin completely quiet for me.

I don't know how long this kind of life will last, and I even forgot that it was my seventieth birthday.