If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The owner of the coffin shop pressed his head that was about to explode, and knocked hard on the coffin board next to him, stopping Cheng Siqi's rambling words, with an indescribable expression on his withered face, "Yes... Doctor Yan is going to give birth, isn't it?" you?"

"I think it should be me too."

Shaking the fox's tail, Cheng Siqi said in frustration, "This way I can be coaxed by brother Yan to break my legs apart..."

The boss of the coffin shop blushed and interrupted him quickly: "All right, all right, just talk nonsense."

The voice paused, the boss stroked his beard, corrected his expression, and said, "Since you want to conceive a child, Miao Zhu must have given you the Pregnancy Book."

"Correct."

Cheng Siqi took out the curled-up book in his hand, "The book says to drink medicine, visualize, and prepare a coffin for delivery."

The boss nodded: "That's true. But you are mistaken, fox boy. The coffin used for this pregnant child must be made by someone who is connected with Dr. Yan. That is to say, you have to go to the mountains to cut wood and build it A coffin."

"Otherwise, you think that in this huge Fengyuan City, you can't wait to have a baby every day. Why is my coffin shop deserted and always closed? The coffin shop for the dead is naturally different from the one for newborn children."

Cheng Siqi's eyes moved: "Different? What's the difference?"

The owner of the coffin shop shook his head: "We ordinary people don't know what the difference is. But the wood used to make the coffin is cut from the cemetery outside each city, and it is said that it is blessed by the gods. There's something unique about it."

"I happen to have a buddy here. Brother Qi is about to give birth. If you want to go to the cemetery to chop wood, you can go with him as a companion."

God's blessing?

A little vigilant was raised in his heart, Cheng Siqi thought for a while, and smiled: "Okay, then I will trouble the boss."

"You kid will also say something nice!"

The owner of the coffin shop laughed and cursed, turned around and opened the curtain of the back door, and shouted a few times inside.

After a while, a young man wiping his sweat with a towel came out, with a dark complexion and red eyes, and nodded to Cheng Siqi.

"Fox Boy, I didn't expect it to be you. Blessed, blessed!"

The dark-faced man smiled and patted Cheng Siqi on the shoulder.

There are few people in these streets who don't know Cheng Siqi, a troublemaker and money-scattering boy.

Although Cheng Siqi made troubles everywhere, it was really annoying, but his family said that the doctor was rich, and no matter how much resentment was dropped with a few money bags, it would disappear immediately.

If there is still resentment, it can only prove that the money has not been spent enough.

If you hit enough, it will be like in the coffin shop, all the resentment will turn into enthusiasm for watching fat sheep.

"The ax in our shop is the treasure of the shop, it's extremely sharp!"

"I don't want more of this scooter old man, I rent it for ten taels for a day..."

"The map of the cemetery! Who do you think can draw it neatly like ours? This is what we eat!"

The owner of the coffin shop slaughtered fat sheep without any mercy.

Although Cheng Siqi's coffin couldn't be sold, the owner of the coffin shop was very smart. He prepared all the things to go to the cemetery to chop wood, and even sent an old hand to accompany him into the mountain.

Cheng Siqi is not a fool or fat sheep, but the gold, silver and jade stones of ordinary people are no different from real stones in the eyes of monks.

He could exchange a lot of information with some broken stones, so why should he refuse?

Not long after, Cheng Siqi and the black-faced man were fully armed, pulled a cart, walked out of Fengyuan City at sunset, and went straight to the cemetery outside the city.

Night fell.

All the brilliance between the heaven and the earth is absorbed and gathered, and sinks into the sky with the crumbling red sun.Layers upon layers of black clouds rolled over, obscuring the stars and the moon.

The burial mounds and tombstones lined up on the hillside of the barren mountain are just like what Cheng Siqi saw last night. They are ordinary and dilapidated, filled with a cold and desolate atmosphere. Ordinary cemeteries are no different.

"Brother Wang, it's getting late, should we go deeper?"

Cheng Siqi pretended to be out of breath, supported a slightly tall tombstone, stopped in his tracks, and said to the dark-faced man pulling the cart ahead.

"Need not."

Wang Fu pointed forward, turned his head and said, "It's in that forest. You just came here, fox boy. I don't know. Our Fengyuan City is not like other counties and cities. We have to go to the deep mountains to chop god trees and find children in the cemetery. It is convenient for us to be close, because of this, more babies are born every year than in other counties!"

Cheng Siqi rested for a while, got up to follow, and asked curiously as he walked, "Then why are we so close to Fengyuan City? Can't other counties move the cemetery closer?"

"Move? How to move?"

Stepping into the forest, Wang Fu unloaded the cart and said with a smile, "These cemeteries are blessings bestowed by gods. Wherever they are bestowed, they can only be there. We ordinary mortals are blessed by gods." Strength is a little bit capable, so what can I use to get God to bless me in another place?"

god?

This word made Cheng Siqi frowned slightly.

All monks and mortals in the spiritual world do not believe in God.They would rather believe that they can become gods and immortals than believe in illusory things.But in the world of war, it seems that everyone believes in the existence of gods, as if they were instilled with something from birth.

"What are you doing stupidly?"

He was slapped on the shoulder, and when Cheng Siqi raised his head, Wang Fu threw a big ax at him.

"Let's hurry up, we have to make a coffin after we cut it down, and it will take another hour. It's getting dark, and my brother Qi is still waiting for me to go home for dinner. Don't dawdle, you boy, let Doctor Yan stay alone in the empty room, be careful He will go find other little foxes tomorrow."

As he said that, Wang Fu had already walked around with the ax on his shoulder, selected a big tree, and started chopping it with the ax.

Looking around, Cheng Siqi picked up the ax in his hand, and also chose a nearby tree.

I was far away before, and there was a thin white mist blocking it, so I couldn't see clearly. Now when I came to the tree, Cheng Siqi found that the shape of the tree here was no different from other trees, except that the bark on the thick trunk was cracked. It seemed to be distorted into grimaces, engraved into the wood, and staring at the coming person gloomily.

Cheng Siqi touched the ghost's face, it was just an ordinary bark fold.

"Fox boy, cut it faster, the wood must be strong to make a coffin..." Wang Fu babbled away, dispelling the feeling of panic in the cemetery at night.

The forest is deep and quiet.

The sound of chopping and chopping reverberated far away, shaking the leaves and making the crow jump.

Cheng Siqi swung an ax and followed Wang Fu to cut down trees. Although he could level the mountain with just one breath, he still looked out of breath after only a few cuts. After a while, he wanted to put down the ax and take a rest, but was laughed at by Wang Fu.

But I don't know if the ax in the coffin shop is really too sharp, or if the so-called sacred tree is vulnerable to a blow, just like this, Cheng Siqi chopped down a tree not long after stopping and chopping.

Without warning.

The moment the tree fell, a wisp of thin gray mist suddenly hovered from the roots of the tree.

The gray mist pounced on Cheng Siqi instantly like mucus. Cheng Siqi's expression froze, and he was about to dodge, but suddenly he felt a familiar feeling in the gray mist, and his body froze, standing still.

Like smoke blowing clothes.

Cheng Siqi's eyes changed, almost showing shock.When the gray mist touched his body, he actually felt the aura, and he was able to use part of his consciousness!

"Crack, click... bang!"

There was a sound of trees falling from behind, and Cheng Siqi hurriedly turned around, just in time to see Wang Fu chopping down the second tree.

When the big tree fell backwards, a wisp of gray mist that was so faint that it was almost invisible to the naked eye also emerged from the root of the tree.He was about to open his mouth to ask, but he saw Wang Fu avoiding the gray mist with disgust and vigilance on his face like a snake and a scorpion.

Cheng Siqi was stunned, and asked with a puzzled face: "Brother Wang, is this gray mist poisonous? Why do you want to hide?"

"It's not poisonous, but it's scarier than poison."

Wang Fu wiped off his sweat and said, "I don't know what's in this gray mist. If you touch it, it's like being bitten by a poisonous snake. It hurts so much that you can only go to Miaozhu for treatment. If you don't save it in time, the dead will be It happens often. Be careful, and run away when you see this kind of gray fog..."

"But it's actually not necessary. This kind of gray fog is not common. If you cut down a hundred trees, you may not encounter one. It's your brother Wang who got me out of luck today."

Without mentioning that he also encountered this gray fog, Cheng Siqi picked up the ax again and continued to chop down a tree, with several changes in his mind.

The same gray fog.

When in the spirit world, the monks couldn't understand the mysteries of it, and regarded it as a great danger, and lumped it with doom.But when it came to the Jie Realm where Jieshu was located, this gray fog was also avoided, lest it be disturbed.

And in the spirit world, there is absolutely no aura in this gray mist, and it will not help restore consciousness, but in the robbery world, it is completely different.

The fog that has been shrouding my heart seems to have been lifted, but I still can't see clearly.

Cheng Siqi frowned slightly, cut down the tree, and carefully recovered a little bit of consciousness quietly spreading in the forest.

like mutual attraction.

Immediately, spiritual fluctuations came from the roots of two trees in the distance.

Cheng Siqi's eyes lit up, and he immediately put down the half-cut tree and walked towards the two big trees with gray mist hidden in it. At the same time, he flipped his palm and took out a small jade bottle from the storage ring.

This kind of good thing, of course I have to bring some back to Wuyan.

When Wang Fu saw Cheng Siqi's actions, he didn't think much about it, he just thought he didn't like the previous one and wanted to cut it down instead.

"Not until the second watch."

After a while, Cheng Siqi, who had collected a bottle full of gray mist, dragged two trees to the front of the cart with difficulty.

While helping him to load the three trees into the car, Wang Fu looked at the sky, estimated the time, and said with a smile: "We still have time, and we will return to the coffin shop in a while. If you are skillful, you can make this coffin today." Think about when my brother Qi gave birth to his first child, it took me less than three hours to cut down the tree and make the coffin."

"Then I must be faster."

Cheng Siqi picked up the ax confidently.

It is not as fast as a mortal to make a coffin during the out-of-body period when one has recovered his consciousness, it will make people laugh out loud.

The two, one in front of the other, pulled and pushed, took the cart across the cemetery, went down the mountain, chatted and laughed, and soon returned to Fengyuan City and came to the coffin shop.

In the first half of the night, Fengyuan City was still bustling and bustling.

The bright lights burn from the city tower to the corners and alleys, like bright fire dragons swimming.

Vendors in the streets and alleys yelled with their shoulder poles. The aroma of rice and noodles mixed with the aroma of roasted chestnuts on the stalls was hot and dense, making the whole Fengyuan City full of popularity.

The owner of the coffin shop looked at the monkey juggler with a smile on his face at the entrance of the alley. When he saw Cheng Siqi and the two coming back, he threw a stack of papers without looking back.

"This is the blueprint, let's make it yourself."

There is no preferential treatment for slaughtered fat sheep.

But soon, the boss dropped his eyes.

While Wang Fu was still planing wood and taking measurements, Cheng Siqi was already stretching his arms and legs, lying in the coffin and painting a Buddha statue on the coffin cover.

And when Wang Fu's coffin finally took shape, Cheng Siqi's Buddhist scriptures had already filled the entire coffin.

A layer of gold powder Buddhist scriptures, shining in the dimly lit coffin shop, is extremely dazzling.The big brother Wang Fu who wanted to guide Cheng Siqi to make a coffin was pierced and hurt very much.

But the boss kept his eyes shining: "I can't see that you are still a coffin-making talent, fox boy! Think about it... come to my coffin shop to work for a month!"

The boss raised his hand and counted.

Cheng Siqi neatly laid out a layer of carefully selected satin cushions in the coffin, and pressed them with his hands to make sure they were soft and warm. Then he turned to look at the boss and raised his eyebrows: "Eight taels of silver?"

The owner of the coffin shop nodded, as if he saw the treasure: "Not only that, but also food and shelter, and your son's diapers! What's the matter, it's definitely not a loss. For our coffin shop, you can make one such coffin a month. , other time as you..."

Wang Fu was stunned and envious.

But Cheng Siqi chuckled and snapped his fingers, and the two recruited men immediately came over to lift the coffin and put it on the carriage outside the shop.

Turning over and getting into the carriage, Cheng Siqi whipped his whip and threw a money bag at the coffin shop owner.

"800 taels of silver, shut up."

After all, with a step of the horse's hoof in front, the carriage carrying the coffin rushed out of the alley in the blink of an eye.

The owner of the coffin shop held the money bag in place for a long while, then wiped away his old tears, and patted Wang Fu on the shoulder: "Damn, what a talented coffin maker... Sigh, old crafts are no longer popular. "

Wang Fu supported the boss, and the two of them turned around and entered the shop wiping their eyes and tears.

It's three o'clock.

The noise has stopped, and there is silence all around.

The lights on the street are dim, and there are still flowers on the bluestone boards and candied haws that accidentally dropped the sugar residue.

The carriage strolled around, turned a street, and stopped in front of the medical hall.

"Brother Yan!"

Cheng Siqi couldn't wait to run back long ago, giving Wuyan a pleasant surprise.

There was no one on the left and right streets, so he didn't pretend to be weak. He directly carried the coffin on his shoulder, opened the door with a click, and walked in, "Brother Yan, I'm back! Look, I made this coffin myself. Draw your favorite Buddhist scriptures and..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Cheng Siqi stood at the gate of the courtyard with the coffin on his shoulders, staring blankly at the little baby standing on the stone table with his buttocks naked in the courtyard, his body trembled, and the coffin on his shoulders almost shattered.

As soon as he got out of the baggy clothes, he glanced at his naked short figure without hesitation, looked at Cheng Siqi calmly, and opened his mouth with an old-fashioned but milky and childish voice: "I roughly know that Jie Jie is pregnant. I can't have a child, so I made myself smaller, and I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Wuyan saw Cheng Siqi's collapsed appearance, threw the coffin away, raised his finger tremblingly, and pointed at Wuyan's legs.

"It, it... became smaller..."

The author has something to say: Cheng Siqi: I fainted from needles.