The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 65 Paper Man Carrying the Coffin
This scene was so weird that even Yue Ling and others who had been dealing with evil spirits for many years couldn't help but stare in amazement. They had never encountered such a situation before.

"It looks like they are repeating the scene on the day of their death."

Zhang Jiuyang watched the grandfather and grandson being cut into pieces by the red line again, and then reappearing, and suddenly this idea popped up in his mind.

This feeling was just like some games he had played in his previous life, where the grandfather and grandson were NPCs, and the red line was a bug. When encountering this bug, they could not get past it and had to keep restarting.

Yue Ling reacted quickly. With a flash of the knife in his hand, the Dragon Sparrow Knife was unsheathed like thunder and cut off the red lines.

Before Zhang Jiuyang could even see the blade clearly, she had already sheathed it.

This time, without the obstruction of the red line, the grandfather and grandson successfully walked into the room and said with a smile: "Eat more later. You come to us to buy medicinal materials. The price is fair. Everyone is very grateful."

After that he went to the kitchen and brought some food.

When Zhang Jiuyang saw the appearance of the food, he suddenly felt nauseous.

What the old man brought out were plates of rotten and smelly food, especially some meat dishes, which were crawling with wriggling maggots.

"Eat quickly."

The old man was very enthusiastic.

Yue Ling shook her head and said, "Thank you for your kindness. We are not hungry. May I ask if you have seen a blind man in the village who uses a bamboo stick and likes to whistle?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then replied: "You are talking about Blind Lin, right? He went out a few days ago and I heard he will be back tomorrow morning."

"This Blind Lin is a capable man. A few days ago, the mountain god got angry and many people had dreams about him. It was Blind Lin who helped solve the problem."

Blind Lin!
Zhang Jiuyang and the others looked at each other, their expressions changing slightly.

If they were repeating the scene on the day of their death, it would mean that the people in Chenjia Village knew Blind Lin, and that Blind Lin even lived here for a period of time!
Judging from the tone of his voice, he seemed very grateful to Blind Lin.

Little do people know that the so-called mountain god’s presence in dreams may not be anger, but a request for help or a warning...

But unfortunately, the villagers of Chenjia Village missed their last chance of survival.

"If you want to see Blind Lin, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. It's getting late now. I'll clean up the house for you and you can stay here first."

The old man was very simple and enthusiastic. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang and the others and said, "But there is only one room left... How about you send two people to stay in the woodshed for one night?"

"The four of us can live together."

Yue Ling directly rejected his suggestion and said in a firm tone.

In this weird village, separation is undoubtedly the stupidest choice.

"OK then."

After a pause, the old man seemed to have thought of something and kindly reminded: "Close the door at night and don't go out. Someone in the village died suddenly recently. According to the rules, the coffin must be patrolled at night. If you bump into someone, it will be unlucky."

……

into the night.

Four people huddled in a room, alert and vigilant.

The wind outside was very strong, rustling the windows. The red light of the lanterns could be vaguely seen, making the night look even more eerie and mysterious.

Logically speaking, they had just slept in the afternoon, and they were in a dangerous situation, so they would not be sleepy, but somehow, sleepiness came over them again like a tide.

Luo Ping and Lao Gao's eyelids had begun to droop, Zhang Jiuyang was also yawning continuously, but Yue Ling was the only one who remained energetic.

"Don't sleep, wake up!"

She tried to wake up a few people, but Zhang Jiuyang still fell asleep in a daze. Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear the sound of a long sword being unsheathed.

……

When Zhang Jiuyang woke up again, he found that the room was empty. Yue Ling, Lao Gao and Luo Ping had disappeared.

Fortunately, Ali in the Yin puppet is still there.

"Brother Jiu, I saw red light on their bodies, and then they disappeared..."

Zhang Jiuyang immediately realized that Blind Lin wanted to defeat them one by one, and he might have some purpose for keeping him here. He had to find everyone quickly!
He immediately picked up the box and went out with the sword in hand. The grandfather and grandson were still sleeping soundly. Zhang Jiuyang did not disturb them, but went to the street.

The night is dark and there is no moon.

"Ali, can you tell where Yue Ling and the others are?"

The two knives held by Ali, after adding the heart of a hundred-year-old locust tree, these two pink kitchen knives became spiritual objects that could help her enhance her divination and prediction abilities.

"Yes, it's in the east, but there seems to be a ghost blocking the way ahead..."

Zhang Jiuyang was not afraid. He walked eastward with his sword in hand. After crossing a street, he saw several figures in front of him, who seemed to be carrying something.

When we got closer, we saw that what they were carrying was actually a coffin!
The coffin was weird, but the people carrying the coffin were even weirder. When Zhang Jiuyang saw their faces clearly, even though he had seen many ghosts, he still couldn't help but feel a chill and his scalp tingling.

The people carrying the coffin had skin that was eerily pale, and their facial features were a bit rough, one could even say they were very uncoordinated, as if they were painted on.

No, it’s just painted on!

"Brother Jiu, it's a paper man... a paper man carrying a coffin..."

Ah Li whispered, but the sound still attracted the attention of the paper figures. They all turned their heads in unison, and their cinnabar-painted eyes stared at Zhang Jiuyang quietly.

On a dark and windy night, paper dolls carry the coffin of the dead.

This weird scene would send chills down anyone's spine, especially the paper figures with eyes painted on them, which was extremely taboo.

The paper figurine's eyes are painted without adding finishing touches, as if you don't remember the King of Hell's request.

This is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years among paper-making craftsmen. It is said that after the eyes of a paper figure are painted, it will linger in the world of the living and will attract wandering ghosts to possess it, causing all kinds of strange things.

Therefore, no matter how much money you pay, most paper-folding craftsmen will not and dare not add the eyes to paper figures.

But now these paper figures have eyes painted on them, and they seem to be carrying a coffin as if they are alive.

"go back."

"go back."

A cold voice suddenly came out from the mouth of the paper man, like the chill wind in a cold night, penetrating into the cracks between human bones.

They were trying to stop Zhang Jiuyang from moving further east.

What the enemy doesn't allow you to do is exactly what you should do!

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said, "A few paper figures pretending to be your mother!"

As he shouted this curse, the fear in his heart dissipated like the tide. He took the initiative to step forward with the sword in his hand. His eyes were sharp, his breathing was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and he was like a dragon lurking in the abyss. His right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Sword drawing, the blue dragon comes out to sea!

With a clang sound of the sword, a red light flashed like lightning in the dark night. The Demon-Slaying Sword was like a red dragon rising into the sky, coming out of the vast ocean, entering the azure sky, extending its claws into the flying clouds, and rushing straight into the sky!
The heads of four paper figures flew up, and then burned with green flames, emitting bursts of wailing, and finally turned into ashes on the ground.

The Ghost-Slaying Sword is specifically designed to destroy evil spirits and has a great restraining effect on such evil spirits.

Sheathing the sword, Zhang Jiuyang looked at the coffin that had fallen to the ground.

As if sensing his gaze, the coffin suddenly shook twice, and a faint beast-like roar came from inside.

dong dong!dong dong!
The nails on the coffin board kept shaking, becoming looser and looser, and finally bounced out.

A pair of bloody hands suddenly stretched out from inside, the arms automatically extended, grabbed Zhang Jiuyang's wrist, and pulled him into the coffin.

The coffin lid closed automatically, as if catching prey.

But it turns out that hunting is done within one's means.

"The sky is round and the earth is square, and people can escape from the nine chapters. Azure Dragon helps, White Tiger helps. Kill the evil ghosts first, then eliminate the evil spirits. No demon can resist, no evil dares to resist. Hurry up and obey the order!"

As the curse sounded, the coffin suddenly began to tremble violently, and a ghost-like wailing could be heard faintly from inside.

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(End of this chapter)