Yu Qingyao cheered up, turned over and prepared to continue smashing the coffin board.
Someone shouted outside: "Get the hemp rope quickly, tie up the coffin, carry it outside the village and burn it."
When Yu Qingyao heard this, she was so angry that she was dying. He's meowing, is this burial alive instead of cremation? The girl is not dead yet!
Several big men rushed in with hemp ropes in their hands, and tied the coffin to death with all their hands and feet.
Then they lifted the coffin and went out.
Yu Qingyao panicked, hit the coffin board with a bamboo pillow, and shouted in a mosquito-like voice: "No, I'm not dead, don't burn me!"
However, there was a commotion outside, and no one heard her cry.
The more she knocked, the more frightened the coffin bearers became and the faster they ran.
From the small hole she made, she saw that there were many people outside, all looking at the coffin in panic.
A group of boys with dung forks and hoes happily ran after the coffin, shouting, "Burn it to death!"
Yu Qingyao burst into tears, holding the grass! This is really going to burn me to death! Is there any reason
Not long after, Yu Qingyao saw that she had left the village and arrived at the open space outside the entrance of the village. This used to be a place for drying wheat, but now there is a pile of firewood there.
An old man nearby was shouting: "Hurry up, every family has to produce some firewood, don't be stingy!"
Through the small hole, she saw many children coming with firewood. They threw the firewood to the side of the firewood pile and laughed and watched the fun.
A few strong men were stacking firewood very seriously, as if they were going to stack up a neat table. Then the coffin was lifted up and burned.
The men beside the woodpile were discussing how to stack them so that the fire would burn well, and how high and big the pile should be. After all, they had never done such a thing before, so how could they do it without discussing it
Beside the coffin, several young people were calling for someone to carry a big bench so they could stand on tiptoe.
The patriarch and village head, Li Xianrong, appeared majestically.
An old man said flatteringly: "Patriarch, look, everyone has come to help."
Li Xianrong nodded calmly.
An aunt asked anxiously: "Patriarch, is this really possible?"
The patriarch coughed majestically, and said: "Zombies, one is afraid of the sun and the other is afraid of fire. It is now noon, when the sun is at its strongest and the yang energy is at its strongest. With the addition of a big fire, it is guaranteed that this evil thing will be turned into ashes." Hui, don't hurt anyone again!"
The people around immediately flattered wildly, praising the patriarch for his knowledge and knowledge.
The old patriarch smiled very reservedly, his face was like a half-opened chrysanthemum.
Yu Qingyao was annoyed when she heard it, and watched these people discuss how to burn herself to death, and made preparations very seriously and excitedly. I can't do anything by myself, and I can't think of a way to save myself. This kind of feeling is really uncomfortable.
At this time, she also understood that it was the old patriarch who came up with the idea of burning her to death.
Yu Qingyao couldn't help but secretly said: Old man, if you dare to harm me, I will curse you to die! You are the zombie, your whole family is the zombie!
As soon as she thought about it, she suddenly felt as if something had been emptied inside her body.
Her body, which was already weak, now has only one breath left, and she doesn't even have the strength to slap the coffin board.
Yu Qingyao screamed in despair: No! At this critical time, don't drop the chain!
However, she felt tired even after panting.
At this moment, a strange screen appeared in her mind.
Yu Qingyao (Human Race)
Occupation: Curser
Curse Points: 0/10
Skills: None
Yu Qingyao was overjoyed, and then a black line appeared on her face. What the hell, is it useful to give me this system now
Do you dare to give me a golden finger so that I can escape
She silently said a few words about the system in her heart, but there was no response.
The peasants swiftly built a wooden platform that was one meter high, one meter wide, and one meter long.
Several young people, chanting chant, stepped on the bench, lifted the coffin and placed it on the wooden platform.
The patriarch coughed and said, "In order to burn faster and make the fire bigger, each family will contribute a spoonful of tung oil."
Some people are willing, and whispered: "There is so much firewood, there is no need to waste oil."
The patriarch sneered: "If the burning is not clean, evil spirits are causing trouble, and family members are killed, don't cry!"
The villagers were frightened immediately, and reluctantly went home to get oil.
The patriarch shouted loudly: "Hurry up, it must be burned at noon."
The villagers then ran home to get oil.
Yu Qingyao sighed, leaned on the small hole and looked out greedily.
Look at the blue sky, white clouds, green grass, and green trees.
After finally traveling through time, there is still a system, what the hell, who knows that he will be burned to death on the first day.
I don't even have a clear idea of what the world is like.
What a tragedy!
Wang Yijie, the master of Feiyun Temple, the Supreme Emperor of Baishan Prefecture. He is nearly seventy years old, but he looks like a young man in his thirties, with a high feather coat, three strands of beard fluttering in the wind, and riding a white horse like a fairy in a painting.
Beside him was a young man in green clothes riding a white horse, with a sword hanging from his waist and a blue turban on his head.
The young man has beautiful facial features and a bookish air all over his body, but he doesn't give people a feeling of weakness. His eyes are sharp and agile, and his tightly pursed lips reveal stubbornness and stubbornness.
His expression was slightly sad.
The young man was Li Huaide, who was quick-witted by nature, learned everything from what he heard, and drew inferences from one example. Wang Yijie said that he was a natural seed of cultivation.
Li Huaide said respectfully: "Master, the front is my home."
Daoist Wang nodded with a smile, and said, "I will arrange a marriage for you, Master, so you can practice Taoism with peace of mind."
Li Huaide said hesitantly, "Thank you, Master!"
He didn't want to resign his marriage in his heart, but his parents wanted to resign, and his master also wanted him to resign. He was a filial child, and he really couldn't stand it anymore.
He secretly thought, take time to go to Yu's house tonight, send some money to sister Qingyao, make an appointment with her, and let her wait. When he gets married in the city, he will pick her up. Either as a maid, or as a concubine, you can't leave her alone.
Wang Daochang was also thinking about it. Stupid disciples have foolish blessings, and actually set a woman who was born in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, a cloudy day, and a cloudy day as his wife. This kind of woman is born to be a good furnace, and if she can practice, she will be a peerless good furnace. If he didn't ask himself to figure out whether his horoscopes are compatible so that he can go back and coax his parents to agree, I don't even know he is so lucky.
Now, of course, is my blessing. It's not bad for a fool, marrying the daughter of the lord of the palace, he will have no worries about food and clothing from now on, and he will also thank me.
Well, I will find an excuse later and say that I am going to give the girl alms, and when we meet, I will accept her as a disciple and bring her back to my temple to raise.
If it wasn't for this idea, Daoist Wang would be so enthusiastic about being a matchmaker for his disciples, introducing good marriages, and even coming to this countryside to preside over the engagement.
Feiyun is in charge of the ground of Yizhou, and as the master of the temple, he has many things to do.
When they reached the entrance of the village, they saw a large group of people surrounded by a wooden platform in the middle with a thin coffin on it.
Wang Daochang was surprised, and said, "What are you doing in your village?"
Li Huaide was also very surprised. Seeing the patriarch in the crowd, he hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa patriarch, what are you doing? Who died in the village?"
(end of this chapter)