Zhang Xiaofang's house is at the west end of the village.

Su Muchen and others, led by village chief Zhang Youcai, walked through a pothole path and came to Zhang Xiaofang's house!

Before I entered the yard, I saw a built mourning hall.

On the wall opposite the front door of the mourning hall, there is a "Dian" with black letters on white background.

The word "Zun" is hanging on the left and right, and there is a pair of elegiac couplets, "I feel sad and can't help but cry from my relatives."

The horizontal banner hanging above the character Zun is "Sheng Mourning".

In the middle of the mourning hall, a table is placed with candles, ingots, incense burners and other tributes.

Behind the table is a large "black coffin".

Under the illumination of the candle, it looks extremely dark.

Fortunately, it was during the day, and if you saw the black coffin at night, you would be furious.

"Black coffin?!"

Su Muchen had long seen the black coffin in the mourning hall.

For some reason, when I saw the black coffin, the figure of a woman in red would appear in my mind. I always feel that this matter has something to do with her.

Although there is no evidence, I just think that Zhang Xiaofang's death has something to do with her!

This feeling is very wonderful, just like a woman's sixth sense.

He didn't know if he felt it right, but often, this feeling was more accurate.

"Village Chief, who asked the black coffin to be used?!?"

Su Muchen pointed to the black coffin below the mourning hall and asked Zhang Youcai beside him.

Zhang Xiaofang's affairs were basically handled by him instructing the villagers. Should he know the situation of the black coffin?

Zhang Youcai was stunned when he heard this and said, "Can't you use a black coffin?"

"It's OK, I just ask who asked me to use it?"

Su Muchen shook his head.

I signaled that Zhang Youcai didn't have to worry, just ask simply.

"The old man in the village said that Zhang Xiaofang committed suicide and was a sudden death.

If we can't use any other colors, we painted the coffin black!" Zhang Youcai explained.

"There are people in your village who understand!" Su Muchen praised, but his eyebrows were still furious, feeling that things were not that simple.

While the two were chatting, Zhang Xiaofang's father Zhang Youdao immediately came up when he saw them coming: "Village Chief, you are here!" When he saw Su Muchen and Qiu Sheng, he said in confusion:

"What are these two?"

"I invite the Taoist priest who is doing rituals!" Zhang Youcai introduced: "This junior brother of Master Lin, Mr. Su Muchen and Su, this is Master Lin's apprentice Liu Qiusheng!"

"Two Taoist priests are polite!"

Zhang Youdao nodded slightly to Su Muchen and Qiu Sheng, and then made a gesture of invitation: "Please inside!"

"please!"

Su Muchen nodded and walked inside.

Qiu Sheng followed closely, followed by the village chief.

The remaining villagers did not enter, for fear of being involved in unknown.

Su Muchen kept staring at the black coffin. Even if he didn't open the coffin, he could still feel the strong resentment inside.

"Xiaoli, Taoist Su, who is doing the ritual, is here!"

After entering the mourning hall, Zhang Youdao whispered to the middle-aged woman who was sitting in front of the black coffin crying.

When Zhang Xiaofang's mother Xiaoli heard that Su Muchen and others were coming, she immediately stood up, as if she had seen a savior, grabbed Su Muchen's arm and begged:

"Master Su, I know you are a master, please help me with my miserable daughter.

I know she can't bear to leave her home, her father and me, can you tell her that she doesn't have to worry about me and her father and be reincarnated with peace of mind.

Her dad and I will take good care of ourselves!

During the holidays, we will burn paper for her, hoping that he will not harm the villagers anymore…”

Zhang Xiaofang's mother has suffered a lot since her daughter died.

It not only comes from the sadness of the daughter's tragic death, but also the villagers' remarks.

She can't stand it anymore!

"I will communicate with her!" Su Muchen said, "I'll go and see the situation first!" After that, he walked towards the black coffin.

He didn't say anything like it would be able to handle it, nor did he say anything relieved!

He has no intersection with Zhang Youdaoism, it is just a simple employment relationship.

You spend money, I do my business.

If you can't do it, the money will be returned.

Do what you can, deal with it if you can, and tell them directly if you can't, so as not to leave any trouble.

Zhang Youdao and others watched Su Muchen walk towards the black coffin, with a nervous look on his face, as if he was afraid of something!

Qiu Sheng noticed this situation and followed. When he walked to Su Muchen, he whispered: "Uncle Master, these people don't seem to tell the truth, be careful..."

"Um!"

Su Muchen nodded.

Even without Qiu Sheng's reminder, he would be careful.

"You can be smarter later and find an opportunity to go out for a walk.

Don’t say anything when you see it, come back and tell me!”

Su Muchen whispered.

"clear!"

Qiu Sheng nodded.

This kind of thing is not once or twice, and I am familiar with it.

Even if Su Muchen doesn't say it, he will go out for a walk.

After a while, Qiu Sheng approached Su Muchen and asked in a low voice:

"Uncle Master, is this coffin difficult to work?"

"It has become a fierce coffin, do you think it's easy to do it?" Su Muchen asked back.

"It has become a fierce coffin?" Qiu Sheng was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Then aren't we? Are there any danger?"

Su Muchen glared at her eyes and said, "What are you afraid of? There is a cause for injustice and a debt. As long as you don't provoke her, it won't look for you!"

OK, go prepare things, it’s time for us to work!"

"Yes!" Qiu Sheng turned and left, communicating with Zhang Youdao for tables and items for rituals.

"How is it? Mr. Su, have you seen something?"

Seeing Su Muchen staring at the black coffin and frowned, Zhang Youcai asked about the situation!

"I can see something, but I can handle it!" Su Muchen glanced at Zhang Youcai and said lightly: "I need eight strong men to carry the coffin, Village Chief Zhang will arrange it!"

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now!"

When Zhang Youcai heard Su Muchen's words, he showed surprise on his face.

Without delaying it immediately, he turned around and walked towards Zhang Youdao's house.

Zhang Xiaofang's mother also stepped forward and asked: "Mr. Su, what do I need to do?"

"Give me a strand of your hair and go find a piece of clothing your daughter wore before she died.

Blue or black is OK, if not, blue is OK!

Remember, don’t be white or red, taboo…” Su Muchen said.

"Okay, I'll get it now!" Zhang Xiaofang's mother turned around and left to prepare what he said.

Not long after, everything is ready!

In the courtyard in front of the mourning hall, a simple mausoleum was built, with yellow paper, chicken blood, brushes, cinnabar, peach wood sword, candles and other items on it.

Su Muchen put on a yellow Taoist robe, walked to the front of the Dharma platform, mixed cinnabar and chicken blood together, stirred evenly, picked up the brush and dipped it with the tip of the pen, and then began to draw talismans on the yellow paper.

Qiu Sheng stood aside, staring at Su Muchen's expression and movements, and silently wrote down the steps to draw the talisman.

Soon, several talismans were completed.

"Qiu Sheng, stick these talismans on the black coffin, remember, stick them on each side!" Su Muchen ordered.
To be continued...