My master is invincible

Chapter 219 Yang Coffin (72)

After speaking, I walked towards the coffin without looking back.How to choose is his business. As for me, it is the truth. As long as he dares to leave halfway today, and his family needs the Eight Immortals in the future, I will try my best to prevent other Eight Immortals from carrying the coffin.

For me, since I entered the line of the Eight Immortals, I must respect the rules, respect the dead, and respect the customs handed down by my ancestors.If even the Eight Immortals themselves don't respect these things, how can those ordinary people respect them?In the end, it will only break the inheritance of the ancestors.

I don't know why, but in terms of rules and customs, I am a little paranoid, and I can even say that I am a little abnormal.After all, no one is perfect, everyone has flaws, and I am no exception.

When Liu Dafa saw that I was losing his temper, he froze for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, and finally walked back towards the town at a leisurely pace. From what he saw, he was determined to leave.

Liu Weimin took a step forward and was about to stop him.

I gave up and said coldly: "He left today, which violated the most basic professional ethics of our Eight Immortals. In the future, if his family needs Eight Immortals, don't blame me, Chen Jiu, for being ruthless."

Liu Weimin gave a wry smile, shook his head, and said, "You're retaliation! Alas! I hope this method will work. In this way, none of us Eight Immortals will dare to retreat halfway, and the dead can be buried smoothly."

I nodded and didn't say anything else. I stared at Liu Dafa's back, and sneered in my heart. Whether this coffin can be lifted, I know very well in my heart, as long as the sixteen eight immortals work together, it can definitely be lifted up the mountain.

The reason why he left was probably because the coffin was too heavy. There are quite a few people like this among us Eight Immortals. If there is any problem with the coffin, they will leave immediately. They don't care about the deceased or professional ethics. They only have their own interests in mind.

At this time, Stuttering came over and asked me: "What should I do now? Sixteen Eight Immortals are struggling to carry the coffin. Now that one Eight Immortal is gone, there will be fewer people in that part. It may be difficult to carry the coffin up the mountain when it arrives at Balipu."

"There is no unparalleled road, I don't believe that without him, the coffin will stop here." I replied lightly, sent a round of cigarettes to the Eight Immortals, told them to rest for a while, and then lifted the coffin in one breath boarding.

After the commotion just now, the Eight Immortals were not very excited, sitting on the ground smoking a stuffy cigarette, thinking about what to do with the coffin.

After seven or eight minutes, everyone stuttered a little anxiously and said, "Ninth brother, it's almost six o'clock. It's not good for the coffin to be placed on the side of the road for a long time. Let's get the coffin on the truck first, and then figure out a way when we get to Balipu." carry the coffin?"

I was stunned for a moment, and looked at Stammer suspiciously. Logically speaking, sending the coffin up the mountain should be the master's concern, so what's the fun with stammering?
He gave a wry smile, raised his finger and pointed not far away, and said: "My house is close to here. My mother will come out for a run in the morning to exercise. I'm afraid she will run into the coffin later. She is not in good health. Running into the coffin early in the morning would have made her sicker."

I looked over where my stuttering fingers were, and I could vaguely see a dilapidated adobe brick house with a light in the window, presumably the owner of that house should have gotten up.

Seeing this, I understood the worry of stammering, nodded, and immediately yelled, asking the Eight Immortals to help and prepare to carry the coffin onto the car.

At this moment, I sharply saw a familiar figure appearing in front of the truck, it was none other than Lao Wang.

I was taken aback for a moment, wasn't he afraid that carrying the coffin in the first month would bring bad luck?

"Jiuyazi, I'm a bit late, do you have any red envelopes?" Pharaoh walked over with a smile, and stretched out his hand to beg for red envelopes.

"Here, someone left just now, and a red envelope happened to come out empty." I suppressed my doubts, and I didn't know why Lao Wang came, so I handed him a red envelope.

"what!"

Old Wang let out a sigh, took the red envelope, looked at us, and asked in surprise: "Jiuzi, what are you doing, there are more than eight eight immortals here?"

I nodded, told the weight of the coffin, and then said the weight of the coffin.

After Lao Wang heard this, he gave me an approving look and said, "That's right, you've come up with this idea."

I touched my head in embarrassment, and asked him why he was here, and he said: "On the first month of the lunar calendar, neither Gao Lao nor I are by your side. Don't worry, come and have a look."

When I heard this, I was stunned for a long time. If I said this normally, I might not care much.After all, it is normal for the older generation to worry about young people doing things, and it is normal to come to take the helm.However, on the day of the Chinese New Year, Pharaoh had already said that his eyes were caused by carrying the coffin in the first month.

But now, he still ran over, the reason is only one sentence, don't worry about me.It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.

Seeing me standing there in a daze, Old Wang smiled and said, "Don't be dumb, I'm not as great as you imagined. I came here this time, one is to steer the helm, and the other is to bring something for the Eight Immortals who carry the coffin." .”

As he spoke, he took out more than a dozen triangular rulers from his pocket, and counted them, there were sixteen rulers.

I took a ruler from his hand and took a closer look. The ruler was made of sandalwood, exuding a light fragrance, with degrees engraved on it, about five centimeters long, like a carpenter's tool for measuring angles. Mitsubishi ruler, what are you doing with this thing?

I asked out the doubts in my heart.

Lao Wang said: "This is what your father asked me to bring. He said that this ruler is very useful. Each person wearing one can ward off evil spirits."

"Oh! Cyclops, a ruler can ward off evil spirits?" Liu Weimin walked over from the side of the coffin, slapped Lao Wang on the shoulder, and said, "Cyclops, when did you learn how to brag? Teach me when you have time. "

"Get out, Liu Mazi, I don't want to talk to the heartless Eight Immortals!" Old Wang knocked off Liu Weimin's hand, and said angrily, "Just follow that bastard Liu Kai to trick people, don't lead our Eight Immortals into ruin. gone."

"Old Wang, Liu Kai is crazy. Many things happened in this funeral. I can't tell you for the time being. Generally speaking, the Eight Immortals present are all bloody men, and they are trustworthy. The time is a bit urgent. Don't worry about it, hurry up." Tell me what is going on with this ruler?" I asked anxiously.

Old Wang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't give Liu Weimin a good look. It seemed that the two had a serious grievance. He said, "I heard from your father that the materials for these rulers are the leftovers of the coffin. It became popular on it, and the most important thing is that when making these rulers, your father recited Lu Ban's poems, and he said that it can ward off evil spirits, and it will certainly be able to ward off evil spirits."

Hearing this, I took the ruler and flipped it over. There was a red dot on the inside of the uppermost corner of the ruler, which must be cinnabar. The scale of the ruler was black, which should be made by the ink fountain line.

As for Naluban's Ci, I heard old scholars say it before.

(End of this chapter)