My master is invincible

Chapter 211 Yang Coffin (64)

I stood beside the coffin for a long time, wondering whether or not to poke holes in the coffin, and how to poke holes.

After a while, my heart became ruthless, the burial scriptures will not go wrong, and my father can't lie to me.

Immediately, I measured the size of the coffin, marked eight marks in a [-] way, and started poking holes in it with a steel bar.

Every time a small hole was poked, I glanced into the coffin to observe the changes of the deceased. Fortunately, I was lucky, the deceased had been lying quietly in the coffin without any changes.

After poking eight small holes, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. I was so weak that I was dying, my limbs were a little weak, and I leaned weakly against the side of the coffin. Coupled with long hours of physical work, it would be strange if he still had energy.

During this period, stammering and leading Ada have been in the practice field without stopping, even the seven Taoist priests did the same.In this funeral, we were all desperate, but fortunately, nothing strange happened.

The only one who is free is Fatty Guo. This guy seems to regard his mobile phone as his lifeline and keeps holding it in his hand. I asked him if he had figured out about Su Mengke, and his answer was that he was not online.

I'm also drunk on this.

Seeing that I stopped, I led Ah Da back to the mourning hall, made three bows to the deceased, burned some yellow paper, took off the Taoist robe on his body, walked in front of me, and asked, "Ninth brother, are you okay?" ?”

I shook my head and said, "I've been around the practice ground for so long today, so it should be able to offset part of the funeral. Before 12 o'clock, I finished the last ceremony and prepared to eat. I'm really hungry."

"Invite the soul?" Ah Da asked from the side.

"This coffin is a Yang coffin, please soul will hurt the deceased, fry the food! I hope that the deceased will have no worries about food and clothing in the next life." I stood up while supporting the coffin, and said weakly.

"Fried rice?" Jieba and Ada looked at me in surprise.

"Yeah!" I nodded and explained: "The so-called stir-fried rice is actually very simple. You use a big calamity, put it on the stove, pour rice, salt, and two things into the pot and stir, and later generations throw money into it. The rice cooker needs to pick up the banknotes in the pot. Finally, put seven square copper coins into the pot and fry them in the pot for a while. Stir-fried rice and salt are poured into sacks, and before the coffin is sealed, these things are placed under the head of the deceased.”

"What's the use of fried rice?" Ada asked suspiciously.

"It is said that the salt and food that has taken up the energy of copper coins can be brought to the next life of the deceased, so that they will have no worries about food and clothing in the future. Of course, this is just a legend. I can't explain the specific things clearly. Just follow the rules." I explained to them. In one sentence, let Fatty Guo find pots, salt, and grain.

The fat man yelled and went straight to the outside of the mourning hall. Those things were hard to find in the middle of the night, but since he was gone, there should be a solution. I didn't think too much about it, so I chatted with Ah Da and the others for a while.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Fatty Guo walked in with a mouthful of misfortune and some salt in his hand. I asked him where he got these things, and he said he borrowed them from the hospital kitchen.

When I heard this, my face darkened, but, considering that the cooking time was a bit urgent, and I didn't teach him a lesson, I planned to have a good talk with him about Zhang Yuanyuan afterwards.

I took the pot from his hand, set it on the stove, poured in salt and grains, stir-fried for a while, and then asked everyone to gather around the pot. I was afraid that there would be too few people and the atmosphere would not be stirred, so I asked the seven Taoist priests who opened the way to join in.

They nodded to me gratefully. Someone will definitely ask why they are grateful to me. The reason is very simple. Whoever quickly fishes out the money thrown in the fried rice will belong to him.There is another more important reason, the money from this pot is spent on the children, and the children will become very healthy.

Of course, these are all legends. To put it bluntly, it is a custom. People here, no matter ordinary people, Taoist priests, or the Eight Immortals, believe in this custom very much.

As the undertaker of this funeral, the task of frying the rice is naturally entrusted to me, and Ada, as the master, is responsible for losing the money.

After preparing everything, all of us gathered around the pot. I glanced at the banknotes in Ah Da's hands. It was very thick, estimated to be more than 2, and there were only two denominations of banknotes, fifty and one hundred. (Note: Ordinary people usually throw banknotes into the pot, such as 1 cents, [-] cents, [-] piece, and the maximum denomination is [-] yuan.)
Seeing so much money, those Taoist priests smiled from ear to ear and nodded to me frequently to express their gratitude.

Afterwards, I found a spatula, and when I fried the salt and rice until it was half-cooked, I asked Ada to throw money into it.

Although the pot was burning red and hot on the stove, it was a little hot, but compared to the banknotes in the pot, this hotness was completely ignored.

No, Ah Da just threw in a hundred-yuan bill, stuttered quickly, and immediately took it out of the pot.

After taking out the money, he quickly put his hands behind his ears to dissipate heat, and said, "It's so hot."

"When you were robbing money, why didn't I see you shouting hot, next time you rob my money, I will sit on your ass and kill you." Fatty Guo said angrily, and put on a posture of waiting, waiting Watch Ada throw money in it again.

Looking at Fatty Guo's posture, I deliberately teased him, mainly because this guy is too busy today, so I have to make him suffer.

The moment Ah Da threw the money into Fuzi, I deliberately moved the spatula towards Fatty Guo.

"It's so hot." Fatty Guo screamed, quickly retracted his hands, rubbed his ears hard to dissipate heat, and cursed: "Made, why are you so hot?"

The hundred-yuan bill was naturally picked up by one of the seven Taoist priests, and the Taoist priest who got the money nodded at me with a smile on his face.

After frying for about forty minutes, General Ah lost all his money.Stuttering made more than 5000 yuan, and the seven Taoist priests made [-] yuan. Only Fatty Guo held three banknotes in his hand and looked annoyed.

I have to say that money can change a person's heart. The seven Taoist priests held more than 1 yuan and looked at me. A funeral, a phone call, no matter where we are, we will rush there immediately.

I smiled bitterly, nodded, and didn't say anything to them, so I asked Adana to take seven square copper coins and make three bows to the coffin, and then threw the copper coins into the pot.

Afterwards, I fried the copper coins for 7 minutes, handed over the spatula to Fatty Guo, and asked him to stir in the pot with the spatula, while I prepared to take the copper coins out of the pot.

"Brother Jiu, this copper coin is no worse than banknotes. It is very hot. I have thick calluses on my hands, so I am not afraid of being scalded." One of the Taoist priests pulled me and said.

(End of this chapter)