wear it lord god

No, Xining turned over and lay on the bed with her head buried in the pillow.After finally entering the feeling of vacation, and returning to work, this is the greatest torture.

Mo Ming: "The debt is not repaid?"

Didn't you earn enough during this time?

Mo Ming: "The squirrel mandarin fish and the Buddha jumping over the wall in Zuixianlou; the brocade and colorful skirts in Jixiapu; it is said that the massage in Pinxianglou is also excellent. The masseurs are both handsome and beautiful. Bones, the feeling is no worse than that of the bed and curtain, and the practice is also more effective..."

Xi Ning got up with a grunt and walked around. Those who don't like to work are not good gods. My sister is going to save the common people!

Mo Ming just looked at her like this, with a look of "I just knew it".

Mo Ming directly opened an enchantment. This thing consumes faith power, but it is not short of money now. In order to save time, it should be spent.

Walking into the enchantment, Xining frowned. If he didn't know that this dark system always catches people by surprise, he would definitely feel that he was in the wrong place.

Great Mo Ming, what is this?
A woman cried heart-rendingly, but the woman beside her insisted on pulling her.And the men in black clothes in front walked forward, several of them were carrying a simple stretcher, on which was a man wrapped in white cloth, shaped like a human.

The corners of Xi Ning's mouth twitched slightly, it was a funeral, right? Sister takes care of cats and dogs and the living, but now she even takes care of the dead?

Could it be that they want to take away the faith of the local god of death or something?
Mo Ming: "The local custom is that women cannot be buried. The only son in front is the woman's only son. He died in saving others. He saved three people who fell into the water, but he was exhausted and drowned."

Halo, what age is this, and there is still such a custom?In some areas, men and women are equal. When a child is born, the surname depends entirely on which side's surname sounds good, or even a different name.But this custom is still preserved here. Looking at the local environment and people's clothing, it is true that the poorer you are, the more you become a monster.Only when thinking limits development and is incompatible with the outside world can we stick to ourselves.

The woman who stopped the grief-stricken woman kept persuading her, telling her not to go, making her son's journey difficult, dirtying the way to the underworld, and leaving his soul restless after death.

Anger, how can a woman dirty the road to the underworld? When my sister was doing tasks in the underworld, she was still a female elf, and the Hades had no objection. Why did the two-legged beast think so?

The son died while saving someone, but the mother couldn't go to the funeral, which made her son die with regret.

Show up, my sister will take care of this matter!

"Don't go, don't go..." A group of women who were all in black, even their heads were covered with black cloth, pulled and pressed them.If it can't be stopped, this poor woman who lost her son will not only rush back, but may even be beaten by her man.

She had no son and didn't know the rules, so no one in the family would stand up for her.

Suddenly, all the women froze, their expressions were as if an egg was stuffed in their mouths, and they couldn't close their mouths.

A figure appeared in front, so tall, it was almost higher than the small tree next to it, maybe two meters.For places where height is considered beautiful, but the average male height is less than 1.7 meters, it is a god to be able to grow to this height.

"Goddess, it's a goddess!" A woman yelled out, even if it was a remote village, those with a little wealth would still buy projectors, mobile phones and the like, so that they could see the outside world from these electronic products.

The goddess is so tall and dressed in white all over.Here, only men can wear white clothes, women can only wear black, and need to do all the work in the house.

She was so white that she seemed to be able to shine in the sun, which should be divine light... The women began to kneel one by one, and according to their original beliefs, they raised their hands to cover their cheeks.In fact, you should cover your entire face with your hands to show your humility and piety.But how could he cover his eyes so as not to see this once-in-a-thousand-year miracle.

The woman who lost her son was also stunned there, seeing the goddess standing there silently looking at her with tears in her eyes, then slowly turned around, drifting towards her son's funeral procession, suddenly understood what was going on, and ran over immediately.Because I was too excited and sad, I accidentally fell down, but I got up and continued to stumble and run.

"Don't..." A woman stopped immediately after opening her mouth. The goddess took her to the funeral. What else can stop her from passing?
The goddess actually stopped and turned around, looking over.Yes, looking at them from a distance, not the poor woman who was halfway overtaken.

The women kneeling on the ground looked at me and I looked at you. A woman mustered up the courage to stand up and followed quickly.This woman's son was one of the three people who were saved. Even if he was beaten up, if there was no one, her son would be the one lying on the stretcher in front, wrapped in a white cloth.

With the first, there was the second, and when the third got up, half the women stood up immediately, and when half the women caught up, all the women stood up and followed.

Xining looked at these with satisfaction, turned around and continued to lead the way.

The men in front also noticed that something was wrong, and when they turned around, they were frightened to death.The women rebelled, led by the goddess!
But the funeral procession couldn't stop, it would be unlucky if it stopped.There was no choice but to continue walking until we reached the cemetery.

In the yellow and dry land, a hole has been dug.The tomb here is very simple. After people bury it, they directly fill it with soil, and then put a few bricks on it.If someone in the village dies again, a pit will be dug next to it as a grave.

The cemetery is very large, just lined up like this, with pits dug one by one. This land has been a cemetery for thousands of years.When you're done digging, start digging from the beginning.According to the specified depth and size, there is no need to worry about digging up corpses or bones.

Some people also came to take pictures of such funeral customs, saying that it was covered by wind and sand, which thickened the soil layer.If you dig deeper, you can dig up the bones of the predecessors.

But they never dug deep. When they dug deep, they would go underground. The underground is the place where the ancestors lived after death. That would disturb the ancestors, so they have been digging according to the regulations.

Finally able to stop, the men looked at the poor woman kneeling next to her son's body, crying to death, and then at the patriarch.

The patriarch didn't know what to do for a while, all the women in the village came, and the goddess stood not far away watching.At this time, it is unwise to beat, scold, or take away the woman.

Their gods have not yet qualified, but the goddesses are actually standing by and watching them.

The patriarch gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and ordered the burial.

Amid the painful wailing and crying of the women, the corpse was slowly lowered with hemp rope and buried with soil.

It used to be quiet when they were buried, but now the entire cemetery is immersed in grief.

After burying the soil, the poor woman turned around and saw the goddess leaping up and disappearing into the sunlight.She raised her hands high and praised loudly towards the place where the goddess disappeared: "Thank you goddess for your mercy, let me send my son away!"

All the women at the scene knelt down to thank them together, and some women insisted on pulling their sons down to kneel together.

As long as a man knelt down, other men would kneel too, so the whole village knelt down, listening to the poor woman praise and thank the goddess loudly, and telling how filial her son was during his lifetime.Many men shed tears, especially the family members who were rescued.

What are you talking about, the road is not smooth, the road to the underworld is dirty, and the soul is not peaceful after death.It didn't go well, and the ancestors in the entire cemetery didn't jump out to object.

Some people cry after death, and some say they are good.The men think that it is okay to let women attend the funeral, so let's do it, and this is the goddess' sign.