"Old Li, my eyes are not blurry. Why did I see the talisman paper in Lu Yinyang's hand burning after it was not lit?" Ding He wiped his eyes and said to Li Zaishan next to him.

"What a dazzling look? Didn't you see it? That was a spell cast by Lu Yinyang. Lu Yinyang has returned from practicing in Kunlun Mountain. He is a person with real skills." Li Zaishan said excitedly.

"What do you know? Xiao Wu is the reincarnation of a great disciple under the throne of the Grand Lord. That's the Golden Immortal of the Daluo. How can he not be powerful?" Old Li from the village said proudly, as if Lu Wuliang was his son.

Since the last time when Lu Wuliang helped the village catch ghosts, the village chief's family has regarded Lu Wuliang as a god and promoted it everywhere in the village. Then, Lu Wuliang's reputation has spread to ten thousand and hundreds of stories. This time, Lu Wuliang's move will definitely be compiled into more than a dozen versions to promote it everywhere.

Of course, Lu Wuliang didn't know what everyone was thinking. He stood there for a long time, keeping his movements when he threw away the talisman paper, just to pretend to be a good person...

The fat man coughed and walked up to Lu Wuliang and said in a low voice, "Fifth Brother, it's almost OK. I heard from the old man that pretending to be prone to lightning."

Lu Wuliang immediately withdrew his hand, turned his back to the fat man and said, "I told you to cooperate well, don't be fooled, please ask all uncles and uncles to prepare for the coffin."

After hearing Lu Wuliang's words, the fat man raised his middle finger to Lu Wuliang, gestured and turned around and said to everyone, "Uncles and uncles, the fifth brother said he could put a coffin."

Everyone surrounded him when they heard this. Some people continued to dig up the soil and rocks, and some went to find the cart for consignment and necessary items. After working for a while, they dug around the coffin. The cart also came, and then they moved the coffin onto the cart and dragged it home.

There was nothing wrong with the previous steps, but something strange happened when moving the coffin.

The four people who went down to carry the coffin were Li Zaishan, Ding He and others. They saw them digging small holes on the front and back sides of the coffin, putting a thick hemp rope under the coffin, and piercing it with two large wooden handles on the hemp rope. The four people were divided into two sides carrying the wood.

"One, two, three, rise!" With Li Zaishan's slogan, the four of them exerted their strength at the same time, but the coffin was not lifted up as they imagined, but did not move at all.

"Old Ding, are you guys not exerting force?" Li Zaishan asked.

"I also asked me if you didn't use any effort, and I had all used all my strength to feed myself." Ding He asked back.

The onlookers thought that Lao Li and the other four were deliberately making fun of each other, so Lao Li in the village said with a sarcastic sarcastic word, "I'm telling me, Lao Li, you guys, what's wrong? You can't even lift a coffin. Is it because of kidney deficiency?"

Old Li and the other four were honest and honest rural people, and they had lost face like this, so they used all their strength to suck their teeth. The four of them gritted their teeth and blushed. Even the rope was pulled straight, but the coffin still didn't understand at all, as if they were rooted in the earth.

The onlookers no longer had any sarcastic words. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was not a human problem, but a coffin problem.

At this time, Lu Wuliang said, "There may be a problem with the coffin of four uncles and uncles, please come up first." After hearing this, the four of them put down the wood on their shoulders and walked out of the pit.

Everyone saw this scene and said nothing, and looked at Lu Wuliang, hoping that Lu Wuliang could come up with an idea.

At this time, Lu Wuliang completely ignored everyone's eyes. He was thinking, "This uncle Zhang has been going to the West for more than ten years, and only a pile of dry bones are left. You shouldn't be able to lift it."

Lu Wuliang thought about it for a while and came up with three possibilities:

a. Uncle Zhang has become a zombie.

b. Uncle Zhang doesn’t want to move.

c. There are other things in Mr. Zhang’s coffin.

Lu Wuliang thought about it for a while and thought that he should choose c for this question.

Why, a is obviously wrong. Even if Mr. Zhang becomes a zombie, it is impossible for the four of you to work together to lift it. B is impossible. You can know it by combining Zhang Dashan’s dream and the Feng Shui here.

So he could only choose the last one, but this was Lu Wuliang's personal idea after all. In order to confirm this idea, Lu Wuliang called Zhang Dashan over and asked, "Uncle Zhang, did Mr. Zhang have any funeral objects when he was dressing the hall?"

Zhang Dashan shook his head and said, "My family is full of authentic farmers. It's hard to eat at that time, so what kind of funeral items will you do?"

After hearing this, Lu Wuliang nodded to express his understanding, and then began to ponder, "Since there are no burial objects, why is the coffin so heavy?"

Lu Wuliang thought about it and had no idea, so he called the fat man and said, "Fatty, come down with me to see the situation." After that, he jumped into the tomb pit.

The fat man followed immediately, and the two of them walked around the grave pit without finding any abnormalities.

The fat man couldn't stop and asked, "Fifth Brother, what's going on? Could it be that the dirty thing is causing the blame?"

"Impossible. The talisman paper I just used was a ghost-exorcist talisman. Ordinary ghosts would bypass it from afar, not to mention that if there were dirty things to blame my Bagua Mirror, it should have a reaction." Lu Wuliang said.

After hearing this, the fat man thought about it and asked, "Can it be Mr. Zhang who is joking with us?"

When Lu Wuliang heard this, he was about to scold the fat man, but suddenly stopped and stayed there. Because of the fat man's words, Lu Wuliang had an idea. He saw Lu Wuliang say to the fat man, "Fatty, go and call Uncle Zhang over. I have something to ask him."

The fat man saw that Lu Wuliang's expression didn't seem to be joking, so he climbed out of the pit and called Zhang Dashan to Lu Wuliang's side.

"Uncle Zhang, let me tell you the scene in your dream again." Lu Wuliang said to Zhang Dashan.

When Zhang Dashan heard this, he said the scene in his dream again, and Lu Wuliang listened carefully again.

When the fat man next to him was impatient, he asked, "This story is not that way, can you tell me?"

No one answered the fat man, so why don’t you tell me that Lu Wuliang really knew the tricks. When I heard Zhang Dashan’s words before, I was completely listening to the story and there was no deep thought about the scenes, which made Lu Wuliang miss an important factor.

The scene in the dream was like this. Uncle Zhang was wet and said to Zhang Dashan, "The house is leaking..."

Is it leaking? What does this mean? Mr. Zhang’s house, as the name suggests, is this grave, and there is no water mark on the ground here. Since there is no water mark on the ground, Mr. Zhang said that the house was leaking, and Mr. Zhang’s whole body was wet.

So what does this mean? Water is in the coffin!
Chapter completed!