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Chapter 107: The Coffin Raised at Midnight
If it were just me feeling this way, I could brush it off as a dream. But if two people share the same feeling, then it definitely isn't a dream; there must be something wrong with this place.
Cao Qilong said, "Are you suggesting that this is a Palanquin House?"
"I can't rule out that possibility," I replied gravely.
The so-called Palanquin House refers to a type of haunted house, one that resembles a palanquin. Such houses are not merely haunted by evil spirits; rather, the house itself is a place of great misfortune. Anyone living in a Palanquin House finds it difficult to survive because they are not residing in a Yang Residence but rather in the palanquin of wild ghosts. Once the wild ghosts lift the palanquin, the souls of those living in the Palanquin House will be taken away by the spirits.
For a house to become a Palanquin House is quite difficult, as it must meet several conditions. First, there must be two Yin Roads on either side of the house. These Yin Roads can be small rivers or corridors; they are referred to as Bamboo Poles, which the ghosts use to carry the palanquin. Secondly, there must be mass graves at both ends of the Yin Roads; only then will lonely souls and wild ghosts come to lift the palanquin.
Thinking back on how reckless I had been last night, perhaps unknowingly moving into a Palanquin House, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Yes, once you move into such a haunted house, knowing Dao Fa won't keep you safe; all Dao Fa becomes useless in such places. Moving in is akin to placing your life in the palanquin, and whether or not the ghosts will take you away depends on Heaven's Will.
However, it's not too difficult to break this kind of haunted house; simply filling in the Yin Roads on either side of the house—those small river ditches—would suffice. Without the ditches, the ghosts would lack their Bamboo Poles to carry the palanquin, and thus the house would no longer be considered a palanquin.
I then asked Cao Qilong, "Senior Brother, when we stayed here last night, did you notice anything about the Feng Shui around this house?"
Cao Qilong thought for a moment and said, "Next door is another Hut Family, and the road passes in front of the house; there are no Yin Roads on either side, so it shouldn't be a Palanquin House."
Upon hearing this, I remembered that one side of this house was a vegetable garden and the other side was another Hut Family. This meant that there were no Yin Roads on either side of this house, making it impossible for it to form what is known as a Palanquin House.
With this realization, I couldn't help but feel puzzled: "But why did our earlier feelings seem so much like we were living in a Palanquin House?"
Indeed, I was certain that my earlier sensation felt like sleeping in a palanquin rather than lying still on a bed. In my dreams, my body swayed as if being carried by someone.
That night, we dared not continue sleeping; we just lay there in bed, lost in thought.
Perhaps I was too tired after traveling all day or maybe I had inadvertently let my guard down. In any case, I dozed off again. In my dreams, I once more felt my body defying gravity as if swaying in mid-air.
I struggled to open my eyes, and although they were open, I found myself surrounded by darkness and could see nothing. At that moment, my heart raced, and I called out the name Cao Qilong, but after several attempts, there was no response.
I realized that I must have bumped into Dirty Thing. My body still felt like it was swaying in the air, while I lay down as if on a bed. I reached down to feel beneath me and discovered that there were no sheets or blankets; instead, it was just a bare Board.
Was I not lying on a bed? Panic began to set in as I reached out in front of me and touched the Board again. I then felt to my left and right, only to find more Board.
At that moment, cold sweat broke out on my forehead because it felt eerily like a coffin, and I might very well be lying inside a large coffin.
Thinking about the swaying sensation in my body made me jump. Could it be that I was lying in a coffin and being carried by someone?
I knew for certain that I had been sleeping in my bed; how could I suddenly be in a coffin? What was happening? Had they thought I was dead? Were they going to bury me?
A wave of fear washed over me. Anyone would be terrified to wake up and find themselves in a coffin being carried away. Even though I was in the Yin Yang profession, I was still afraid of death!
I began to bang on the coffin lid, calling out Cao Qilong's name. But no matter how hard I hit, the coffin did not stop moving, nor did anyone respond.
After a while of banging, I calmed down and pressed my Ears against the coffin to listen for any sounds outside. All I could feel was that someone was still carrying me; there were no other sounds at all. It was eerily silent.
Logically speaking, after all that banging, anyone nearby should have heard the noise. However, those carrying me showed no signs of stopping, which meant they were intentionally ignoring me.
Suddenly, I remembered a dream I had before falling asleep—one where I felt like someone was carrying me away. My heart skipped a beat; could this also be a dream?
Thinking this, I quickly bit my tongue. The pain shot through my body, but everything remained dark before me, and I was still trapped inside a wooden coffin being carried away.
At that moment, I understood: this might not be a dream but rather my soul being taken away. Otherwise, how could I not wake up from the dream?
I hurriedly began to chant an incantation, but it seemed ineffective; the Incantation couldn't even escape the coffin. Just as panic set in, I suddenly heard Cao Qilong calling out for me repeatedly. My heart leaped with joy as I shouted back: I'm here! I'm trapped inside a coffin!
Before long, there was movement above the coffin lid, and then it was opened by someone. A bright light flooded in, making it hard for me to open my eyes. After a while, when I finally managed to look around, I found myself still lying in bed with Cao Qilong curiously staring at me from beside the bed.
His first words were: “Shenbao, why did you fall asleep? It seems like you had a nightmare; you kept calling my name and scared me!”
I suddenly sat up in bed and realized that my back was completely soaked. I knew that what had just happened was definitely not just a simple dream. I said, "I didn't just have a nightmare; my soul was taken away by someone. Fortunately, you woke me up and brought my soul back; otherwise, I really don't know what would have happened."
Cao Qilong was quite frightened and asked me how this could happen. So, I told him about the dream I just had, which made his face change dramatically. He said, "It seems that this village really has a big problem; even we could fall victim to it. We need to be more careful from now on."
I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, feeling a bit scared. That sense of powerlessness was terrifying; even the Incantation didn't work. What kind of Evil Spirit did we encounter?
After that, we dared not sleep at all. The two of us chatted throughout the night until dawn.
People in the countryside wake up very early. Since we hadn't slept all night, we also got up early. As soon as I got up, I grabbed Brother Wang and asked him if they had any strange dreams last night.
Seeing my question, Brother Wang looked terrified and asked back, "Sir, please don't tell me you dreamed about being carried away!"
At that moment, both Cao Qilong and I changed our expressions; clearly, there was something to this. I hurriedly said, "Yes, yes! I dreamed about being carried away, and it felt like I was sleeping in a coffin. Do you often have such dreams?"
Brother Wang's face immediately turned pale with fear. After carefully examining us, he panicked and said, "You two gentlemen really are remarkable; you managed to be fine. If it were someone else, we would have had to arrange their Funeral this morning."
Hearing this made me even more frightened, and I asked him, "Brother Wang, please don't scare us! Do you really often have this dream?"
Brother Wang replied, "No, I've never had that dream; it's just that many people in the Village have these kinds of dreams. However, anyone who has had such dreams has died and never seen the sun rise again."
Cao Qilong and I exchanged glances, feeling a chill run down our spines as we recalled our experiences from last night. I quickly pressed on, "Brother Wang, what exactly is going on? Can you explain it to us?"
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