My master is invincible

Chapter 2148 Gong Lao

"Old Gong!" Lao Tian looked happy, and hurried up to greet him.

"Hmph!" Mr. Gong snorted coldly, and opened Lao Tian's arm, "You're not old yet, so you don't need to help him!"

While talking, he held the flashlight and shone it on me. The light of the flashlight swayed on my body several times before he said, "Are you Chen Jiu?"

While he was looking at me, I was also looking at him. He was a thin, dark-skinned, refined little old man.

I nodded, "Exactly, what advice does the old man have?"

He glanced at me lightly, "You want to learn my Xunbu and "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra"?"

I smiled wryly, and hurriedly said: "You heard me wrong, I didn't have this plan, but I really want to ask you for a favor."

Hearing this, he sized me up for a while, and said with disdain on his face: "No wonder the coffin bearer is getting worse and worse now, even the little yellow-haired boy can be a coffin bearer."

"Old man, please be more polite!" Han Qiu couldn't stand Old Gong's words.

There is no way to do this, in his eyes, I am his Ni Lin.

"What? You want to hit me?" Mr. Gong glanced at Han Qiu lightly, moved a few steps, raised his hand and slapped him on the face. ?"

That Han Qiu wanted to grab Mr. Gong's arm, but I stopped him.

To be honest, I also kind of hate this little old man in front of me, who is showing off his power with some ability.

However, considering that he was here to help, I had to bear with it for a while.

More importantly, what Han Qiu said just now was indeed inappropriate.

But Mr. Gong was obviously dissatisfied with this, he looked at me again, and said coldly: "Boy, just because you want to learn my Xunbu, you have no chance with "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra"."

I smiled and didn't speak.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Mr. Gong looked at Lao Tian, ​​and said bitterly: "I said, boy Tian, ​​have you gone back as you get older? Just such a person, you still want me to teach him how to walk?" Follow the "Pineapple Tour to the South"."

I figured it out, the old man kept talking about Xunbu and "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra", and reckoned that these two things were the things he was most proud of in his life.

It's relieved to think about it. Anyone who knows a little bit about things will have this kind of mentality.

And this is not without benefits, at least in terms of inheritance, he can do better, and he can sacrifice everything to protect these two things.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that the old me in front of me was a bit like the old man in front of me.

"Old Gong, he is the master of our Palace of Eight Immortals, can you show some face to our coffin bearer?" Lao Tian smiled wryly and said hastily.

"Is the face given to you by others? You earned it yourself." Mr. Gong cursed angrily, pointed at Lao Tian's forehead, and cursed: "I'll be angry if you say this. There is face, whether it is a white matter or a red matter, the coffin bearer has gone, how dare the master's house neglect, there are red envelopes, and banquets, and treats you with delicious food and drinks, before you go out, I have to bring you a mother Chicken, look at you now."

In the end, Mr. Gong didn't know what was going on, so he raised his hand and slapped Lao Tian, ​​and cursed: "Look at you now, what are you doing? Apart from money, you still care about money." , do you know why the coffin bearer was so respected in ancient times, that is because the coffin bearer never asked for red envelopes."

Hearing this, my face suddenly sank, and I looked towards Lao Tian.

When the old Tian saw my eyes, he quickly explained: "Master, it's not that we love money, but... when we hold funerals, there is a custom to sing red envelopes."

"This is a bad habit, don't ask for it in the future." I said without any hesitation.

"It's fine, but, Palace Master, if there is no such custom, we coffin bearers... will have no income!" That old Tian said hastily.

I frowned, but before I could speak, Mr. Gong spoke up, and he said: "Don't listen to his nonsense, there is no money to be made, but you coffin bearers don't bother to take the wages of the coffin bearers, and want more money .”

"What's going on?" I looked towards Lao Tian.

That old Tian must have been in a hurry, and quickly explained: "Master, it's like this, the former coffin bearer here, how much is it for carrying a coffin, and then how much is it for digging a tomb, as for funerals and other things, It has nothing to do with us, but later, about 30 years ago, someone proposed that we coffin bearers be mixed into the funeral. Because of this, the funeral has an additional custom, singing red envelopes, and we coffin bearers Split the bill with the funeral."

"Who suggested it?" My heart sank like iron, this frankly treats us coffin bearers as beggars!
"It's been too long, I can't remember clearly, but since then, our coffin bearers have earned more income, and over the years, we have gradually discovered that this custom has ugliness our image, and singing red envelopes is a little bit Sometimes it is a symbolic casual singing, more or less depending on the meaning of the master, because of this, the word-of-mouth of our coffin bearers here these years is not bad, and everyone respects us from the outside. "Old Tian explained.

I was a little relieved, and I still had some conscience. If it was true what that person proposed, we reckoned that our coffin bearers would really become street rats, and everyone would shout and beat them.

To put it bluntly, how much money the master will give is the master's business. If we, the coffin bearers, keep giving red envelopes in order to earn more money, the master will give more money because of affection.

Although the money was given, the heart of the master's family was cold.

In the long run, the entire profession of coffin bearers was completely ruined.

At the moment, I took a deep breath, "Get rid of that bad habit. Find a reasonable price for how much you pay for carrying the coffin and digging the grave. Although it is a bit vulgar to mention money, we are also human beings, and we also need to live Need to support children."

"Okay, Palace Master, after this matter is over, I will draw up a price list for you, and you can help guide me when the time comes." That old Tian said to me.

I hummed, and I wanted to say hello, but Mr. Gong spoke at this time. He patted me on the shoulder first, and then said: "Boy, I didn't see it, you still have a conscience." .”

I smiled wryly, and quickly said: "The old man is serious. We just do our job well. It is you who can solve the problem in time. On behalf of all the coffin bearers, I would like to say thank you."

He smiled, and every time he said something, he became more interested and asked me: "By the way, you asked me to come here this time to use Xunbu and "Xunnan Pineapple Sutra". Where is the deceased?"

(End of this chapter)