My master is invincible

Chapter 12
I raised the mourning stick and jabbed at the tile with a 'ding' sound, as if I poked not the tile but a piece of stone and iron, and my arm felt a little sore from the shock.

Now, I feel a little nervous, the tile before encoffining must be broken, otherwise something will happen, if the tile is not broken, it means that the deceased does not want to be encoffined.

Lao Wang is worthy of eating the dead. Seeing this situation, he comforted the master a few words, secretly gave me a look, and asked me to try again.

Immediately, I raised the mourning stick and poked at the tile with all my strength. As a result, the tile was still lying on the ground intact. I tried three times in a row, and the tile was still the same.

"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly, and was about to try again, when Li Jianguo, the second younger brother of the master's family, said, "You son of a bitch, can you do it?"

"Jianguo, don't bother Chen Baxian!" The host stopped the man and reprimanded him.

"Brother, although we are poor, there is no need to invite such a brat, right? You can't even break a tile. If you disturb Dad, who will be responsible?" Li Jianguo said in a bad tone.

I ignored them and continued with the work at hand, thinking in my heart why the deceased refused to be encoffined, was there something that was not put in the coffin?Thinking of this, I went to the host's house and asked, "What was the old man's favorite thing during his lifetime?"

The master thought for a while, then slapped himself on the face, and said: "My father loved typing cards when he was alive. He would play cards with some old men for several hours every day. Before he died, he was still talking about the big two. Is this the reason? ?” (The cards are similar to poker, and the big two is a very important card in the cards, and its role is similar to that of the king of poker.)
Hearing this, I asked the master to take a big second and put it in the hands of the deceased. Then, I held up the mourning stick and poked at the tile again. As expected, the tile shattered.

Seeing this scene, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It's news that a person can gamble to such a degree.

"Once the tiles are broken, everything will be safe, prosperous and prosperous, and the children and grandchildren will be prosperous!" I straightened my expression and shouted, and asked the main family's relatives to kneel in the middle of the hall without looking up, and put the mourning stick aside, and took it from the old Wang's back. Pass the dead and slowly put them into the coffin.

After placing the corpse, I tied a square-mouthed copper coin with a red thread, aligned it with the nose of the deceased from top to bottom, and took out a red thread to pull from the center line of the coffin head to the center line of the coffin tail.

Straightening the red line, I walked around the coffin a few times to see if the dead man's nose, the midline of the head and the tail of the coffin, were in a straight line.

It may be that it was placed more casually, and the position was a bit off. I asked Lao Wang to move the position of the deceased. When the three points formed a straight line, I took out a piece of white paper and covered the face of the deceased, and took another bed. The quilt is covered on the body of the deceased, and the corners of the quilt are tucked behind the deceased.

Later, he and Lao Wang closed the coffin lid again, but they did not close it completely, and exposed the deceased's head outside. First, it was for the relatives who came to express condolences to see the deceased for the last time, and second, it was necessary to let the relatives who came to express their condolences see the deceased in a few days. The dead 'with his own eyes' saw his descendants 'open the way' for him. (Opening the road is what we call it here, and it is called Dojo, Kaishan, Inversion, etc. in other places.)
After finishing all this, I asked the master's family to get up and asked them all to wear sackcloth and filial piety. When sleeping, they could only take off the white cloth but not the sackcloth. I counted with my fingers and told them that the opening of the road was scheduled for six days later, and the seventh day. funeral.

The three brothers of the main family understand the customs. Each of the three brothers gave me and Lao Wang a red envelope. I squeezed it. The main family and his third brother are about 24 yuan. Li Jianguo’s red envelope is a bit thin, it is estimated to be one or two yuan , I don't care, after all, how much the red envelope is the owner's will, there is no mandatory requirement, even if an empty red envelope is given, we can only keep it.

Old Wang held the red envelope, looked at the coffin, finally handed the red envelope to me, and said softly: "Jiuzi, pay attention to yourself! If it doesn't work, just push the way out!"

It seemed that Lao Wang saw that something was wrong with the deceased, so I smiled at him and said, "It's okay, I have my sense of proportion!"

At this time, Li Jianguo came over, glared at me, and said, "Gua Yazi, it's best not to have any accidents in this funeral, otherwise, I promise you won't be able to get out of Li Village!" After speaking, he shook his hands and left.

Looking at his back, I was a little puzzled, where did I offend him?Then he cast a puzzled look at the master, who smiled awkwardly and said, "My second brother has this temper, so don't be so fussy with him."

The third child of the master's house was on the side, and said: "Chen Baxian, the second brother is like this, don't worry about it!" Then he dragged me and Lao Wang to his house, saying that they were discussing the matter of the grave of the deceased.

According to the custom, after encoffining, the eldest son of the deceased, that is, the head of the family, needs to go to the relatives' home to attend the funeral, and tell those relatives the news of the deceased's death and the time to open the road, and I will use this time to get the grave where the deceased is buried. It's a little hasty.

On the way there, I knew that the third son of the master’s family was called Li Jianmin. Compared with the loyalty of the master’s family, Li Jianmin was more forthright. I want to take over this funeral, but that person is completely ignorant and just wants to make some money. Of course, the host and Li Jianmin will not agree.

He also told me to be careful during the funeral, saying that the fake immortals in Li Village might make things difficult. I smiled and told him that as long as the fake immortals dare to make things difficult, I guarantee that they will not be able to go around.

After arriving at his house, Li Jianmin was more enthusiastic. He brought us some fruits and a pack of cigarettes for each of us. He looked at Lao Wang and asked in a joking tone: "Brother Wang, you are more than 50 years old. Why are you still listening to Chen Baxian?" After speaking, he might feel a little sorry for me, and smiled at me apologetically, and I let it go, saying it was okay.

Old Wang lit a cigarette, puffed it up, took a deep look at me, and said: "We, the Eight Immortals, do not distinguish between ages, and those who have mastered it first. Listen to him!"

Hearing this, Li Jianmin's face brightened, and he continued to ask: "Does Chen Baxian know more than the old scholars in your village?"

Lao Wang did not answer this question, but looked at me, meaning how to answer. Afterwards, Lao Wang told me that in his heart, I was better than Lao Xiucai, but he felt sorry for Lao Xiucai when he said this.

As for the reason, it is because I have Liuding Liujia's funeral scriptures in my hand, which is definitely better than the old scholar who can only read dead books. After all, Liuding Liujia's funeral scriptures have a history of more than 2000 years, left by my ancestors s things.

I signaled Lao Wang to stop talking, looked up at Li Jianmin, and said, "If you have anything to say, just talk about it, there is no need to talk about it."

He smiled awkwardly and said: "Okay, then I'll get straight to the point, I found a geomantic gem, I asked the old scholar to go to see it, he said it is indeed a geomantic gem, but my father's birthday is not suitable for burial there. I feel that the old Xiu is lying to me, so I want you to take a serious look at it, and I will not hide it from you, no matter what you say, I will bury my father there." Speaking of seriousness, these four His tone was particularly heavy when he spoke the first word.

I was a little undecided, so I exchanged a look with Lao Wang and asked him what he meant. Lao Wang took a deep breath of cigarettes, nodded and shook his head, meaning that he could go and have a look, but he had to explain the benefits in advance. .

After understanding what he meant, I said lightly: "Since ancient times, the land of geomantic omens has been occupied by virtuous and blessed people. If you forcefully occupy it, not to mention destroying the land, it may even harm your descendants. You should think about it yourself."

(End of this chapter)