The Cultivation Genius That Appears Once in a Hundred Years, Qin Yi
Yang Mi's words made the air freeze.
But it was only for a few seconds.
Fatty Di looked at Yang Mi and reached out to touch her forehead,"Do you have a fever?"
Sister Zhou also echoed,"Mi Jie, are you seeing things?"”
Yang Mi slapped Fatty Di's hand away and said anxiously,"Aiya, I really didn't lie to you."
"I really saw it just now."
"One of them held a bell in one hand and a lamp in the other. He was even muttering something about keeping strangers away.”
"But that's not the point. The point is…" Yang Mi continued.
"The four people behind him are really jumping around, just like the zombies in horror movies!”
Yang Mi's words made everyone look at each other.
Zombies?
Jumping?
Four?
Was he crazy?
That village chief has a problem with his brain, and you're also blindly following him?
If it was someone like Gazi or Sister Zhou who said this, it would be a pity.
A burst of ridicule was inevitable.
But the person who said this was Yang Mi!
It was the famous Boss Yang in the entertainment industry!
Even if everyone had doubts about her words in their hearts, they could not show it on the surface.
"Mi Jie, have you been under too much pressure at work recently?" Zhang Xinxi continued to comfort her. It's fine. Go back and rest well. You'll be fine tomorrow.”
"Yes, yes, yes."
Sister Zhou also nodded." For a famous goddess like Mi Jie, her work intensity must be much higher than ours. I don't even know how long her schedule is. She must be overworked."”
Seeing that everyone still did not believe her, Yang Mi became even more anxious.
"I'm not overtired, and I'm not hallucinating. It's true!”
Seeing that Yang Mi was so anxious that she was about to cry, Huang Lei came out to smooth things over.
"Alright, alright, let's not discuss this matter anymore. Let's respect the local customs.”
"Everyone, go back and have a good rest. When you wake up tomorrow, I'll go to the village chief to ask about the situation.”
"Alright then."
Thinking of that terrifying scene, Yang Mi held Fatty Di's hand and said in fear,"Little Deeny, I'm scared. I'll sleep with you tonight.”
"Sure, no problem."
Everyone in the production team returned to the mushroom house with a belly full of questions…
…………
At the same time.
The few strange figures at the village entrance finally arrived at the family holding the funeral.
"Don't approach the living, and the dead will return to their hometown!"
The crisp and melodious ringing of the bell suddenly stopped!
A young man in his early twenties with short hair and a white shirt with a slightly open collar, his sleeves rolled up to the middle of his arms, revealing his wheat-colored skin, high nose bridge, and very handsome appearance was the first to enter the mourning hall.
It was midnight.
However, this young man was wearing a pair of sunglasses and looked somewhat comical.
Behind the young man was a woman!
The woman stretched out her hand and placed it on the young man's shoulder. There was a yellow talisman on her forehead!
Phew...
Another gust of wind blew past, lifting the yellow talisman slightly.
If the program team were still at the mourning hall, they would definitely be scared to death by this scene!
Because of this woman!
It was the woman in the black and white photo in the mourning hall!!
The village and the villagers still maintained their prostrating posture facing the back mountain. They did not even dare to raise their heads, and even their breathing became careful.
As for the family members of the deceased, they were still wailing.
The young man's lips parted slightly, and his ethereal voice sounded again.
"The dead have arrived, and the soul strings are closed."
The Soul Pacifying String.
This was what the family members of the deceased said when they cried to appease the souls of the deceased.
Although there was an eternal lamp and the Soul-sucking Bell leading the way, the cries of the family members made it easier for the deceased to rest in peace after entering the coffin.
The family members 'wails turned into soft sobs.
After the sobbing of the family members became softer.
The young man took out a peach wood sword from the bamboo basket behind him.
"Specters are born in heaven and ascend to the upper echelons. There is no lack of blessings and wisdom. This food is for all living beings!”
"Enter the coffin!"
After reciting the Soul Pacifying Rebirth Mantra.
The youth pointed the mahogany sword at the coffin!
The woman behind him seemed to be driven by some mysterious force. Her movements were stiff and strange as she hopped towards the coffin.
Then, he lay down.
The youth put away the peach wood sword and placed the Everlasting Lamp in front of the coffin.
Finally, he sealed the coffin and said to the village chief and the others.
"Villagers, you can get up now."
After receiving the youth's permission, the village chief dared to raise his head and hurriedly said respectfully to the youth,"Daoist Priest Qin, you're really amazing. You arrived just after midnight.”
The youth was the 'Daoist Priest Qin' that the village chief had mentioned-Qin Yi!
One was the first stroke of the word 'death', and the last stroke of the word' life'!
Qin Yi, this name implied that one had to face death to survive!
Qin Yi might be young, but he was the most famous corpse transporter in all the villages in Guzhang County!
He had been under the tutelage of Taoist Tian Cang of the Maoshan Sect since he was a child. At the age of ten, he had learned the authentic secret techniques of the Maoshan Daoists.
At the age of twelve, he followed his master and began to work as a corpse herder all over the mountains.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Qin Yi was a cultivation genius that only appeared once in a hundred years!
? Qin Yi smiled at the village chief." Uncle Zhang, it's been a while."”
Village Chief shook Qin Yi's hand warmly,""That's right. Ever since you invited the foreigner away last time, it's been more than a year since he came back.”
? Qin Yi smiled faintly." I'm studying, so I don't have time to come back and see everyone."”
Other than her identity as a Mao Mountain Daoist and corpse transporter, Qin Yi, who had just turned twenty, was still a university student.
Village Chief looked outside the mourning hall and asked carefully,""This time…apart from our village, there are a few more people who need to be sent off, right?”
Before Qin Yi sent the female corpse back to Weng Cao Village, she had spoken to the village chief on the phone.
On the phone, he said that there were three more people to be sent to several towns hundreds of kilometers away.
Usually, a corpse transporter would only transport one corpse.
Most of the families who still chose to drive corpses back to their hometown these days did not have much money. They could not afford to pay a large price to hire a hearse, so they chose to hire a corpse transporter to drive corpses back.
The pay for a single customer was low, and it was not worth it to travel a long distance just to get a corpse.
Therefore, the corpse transporter would usually gather a few lists in the same direction and then calculate the time before setting off.
Qin Yi raised her chin towards the end of the village.""As for the other three, I've settled them down in the mortuary. After they're done with their rituals and buried, I'll send them to their families.”
Yizhuang, also known as the corpse station.
In remote villages, especially in the western part of Hunan, many places still retained this kind of ancient and terrifying corpse transportation station.
There was one in Wengcao Village, but not many people went there.
"That's good, that's good."
The village chief held Qin Yi's hand tightly and looked at the woman in the black and white photo with a hint of regret in his eyes.
"The daughter of the old Chen family died in a foreign land at such a young age. What a joke…"
"With the income of the people in our village, we can't afford a hearse.”
"It's all thanks to you. Otherwise, who knows when this poor child would be able to return to his roots.”
The village chief's words made the villagers and the families of the deceased thank him with tears of gratitude.
"Yes, it's been hard on you, Daoist Priest Qin.”
"Daoist Priest Qin, you're our family's benefactor.”
"Daoist Priest Qin, you have to stay in our Wengcao Village for a few more days. Let us treat you well.”
"The few big fat pigs that we raise are for you.”
………
Although she was young, Qin Yi had a high prestige in Wengcao Village and even in Xiangxi.
He waved his hand politely." My fellow villagers, you're too kind. We're all fellow villagers. It's our duty."”
As she spoke, Qin Yi turned to the family members of the deceased and said,""Uncle Chen, Auntie Chen, I'm sorry for your loss."
Qin Yi's words made the Chen family members sob again.
She had finally raised her daughter and went out to work, but she was gone.
It would be a lie to say that she wasn't sad.
It was just that before the corpse returned, the Chen family had not seen their daughter yet, so they could still suppress their sadness.
But now…
The pain of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person was not something that ordinary people could understand.
After consoling the Chen family, Qin Yi set up the altar.
Tonight was the seventh day of the Chen family's daughter's funeral. They had to do the ritual overnight and could only bury her tomorrow.
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