My master is invincible

Chapter 221 Yang Coffin (74)

What was said on the other end of the phone, I didn't hear it, but I heard a stammer: "Third Aunt, thank you." It must be that the other end of the phone agreed to his request.

He hung up the phone and handed the phone to me without saying anything. He found a clean stone with some dew on it. He took off his coat to wipe off the dew, then turned his clothes over to cover the stone, and then Put the fuck on it.

"Stuttering, what are you doing?" I walked over and asked suspiciously.

"If I send my mother to the hospital, we will lose eight immortals. There are no sixteen immortals who can lift the coffin. I can't leave at this time." Stuttering reached out his hand to caress the woman's face, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"You...?" I opened my mouth to say something, but found that my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't speak.

"Brother Jiu, don't persuade me. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been a dilemma. Since I have become the Eight Immortals, I have to be responsible for the deceased. Even if any accident happens, I will never abandon the deceased halfway." the woman's face.

"Stuttering, you're fucking crazy, your mother is like this, why are you thinking about carrying the coffin, thinking about money and going crazy!" Fatty Guo walked over, raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

"Fatty, come back, you don't understand anything, so don't make trouble." I yelled at Fatty Guo, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I don't know what to say about the behavior of stuttering. On the one hand, the woman rushed On the one hand, the coffin of the deceased needs someone to carry it urgently. If it happened to me, I don't know how I would choose.Maybe I will choose to continue carrying the coffin just like stuttering!

Stuttering and covering his face, he didn't blame Fatty Guo, and said, "Brother Nine, let's go, if we delay any longer, it will be dawn."

I nodded stupidly, the corners of my eyes were a little wet, I turned around, and was about to get in the car, when I saw the Eight Immortals standing beside the truck, each with a sullen face, without speaking, their eyes staring straight at stuttering.

"Let's go!" I said lightly to them.

"You are the pride of our Eight Immortals!" The Eight Immortals were stunned for a moment, then bent towards Stutter, and said these words in unison.

Stuttering for a moment, he said: "This is the professional ethics of the Eight Immortals." After saying this, tears poured out of him like a fountain.

As soon as he said this, the whole scene was silent for about a minute, and all the Eight Immortals were silent. Boss Yu and Ada stood beside him and did not speak. Sincerely: "Thank you, thank you."

Stuttering helped them up, and said: "This is what we eight immortals should do, you don't need to thank me."

After finishing speaking, he stammered and walked to the front of the truck, sat down, leaned on the seat, tears welled up again.

I understand the pain in his heart. If you want to be a qualified Eight Immortals, when faced with various choices, you must put the dead first.This is easier said than done.Among the Eight Immortals present, including me, when encountering such a thing, no one can choose the dead without hesitation like stuttering.

This is a professional ethics, which comes from the respect for the profession and the dead from the heart.In the eyes of outsiders, we Eight Immortals are just a group of pretending to be gods and ghosts, earning unjust money from the dead. Some masters who have accidents even curse us with the most vicious words in the world. However, how many people can understand the suffering of our Eight Immortals?How many people really understand our Eight Immortals?Understand our helplessness, understand our bitterness, understand our ups and downs?

It's a bit far away, let's get down to business.A dozen or so of us Eight Immortals boarded the truck one after another. There were only two rows of seats in the front of the truck, and there were not enough seats for so many people. I let the remaining Eight Immortals sit in the back compartment of the truck and guard the coffin.

The journey was bumpy and bumpy, and I walked for about an hour and a half. During this period, every three minutes, I would throw some yellow paper out the window of the truck, burn a firecracker and throw it outside, which was regarded as road money.

When we arrived at Balipu, it was close to eight o'clock in the morning. The sun in the sky was showing its tip, and the dark red sunlight was shining on the ground, which was really beautiful.

However, we are not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful morning scene.After the truck stabilized, I asked Ah Da to stuff a red envelope and a pack of Baisha cigarettes into the driver, and finally said a lot of auspicious words to the driver.

Afterwards, we got out of the car, opened the compartment, burned some yellow papers in the van, set off a packet of firecrackers, moved the coffin down, burned some more yellow papers, and set off several packets of firecrackers.

After doing all this, the driver turned around in the truck and returned to the town.Twenty of us gathered in front of the coffin, discussing how to get the coffin up the mountain.

I first asked where Liu Weimin's tomb was, and he pointed to a high mountain not far away, and said, "That tomb was dug by our group of eight immortals. It's so strange that they dug the tomb on the top of the mountain, saying that the top of the mountain gathers energy from all directions. It can make future generations develop faster."

I looked along where he pointed, and saw that the mountain rose from the ground, seven or eight feet high, standing there majestically, surrounded by small hills, about one or two feet high, and the mountain became an independent place. posture.

As far as Feng Shui is concerned, this mountain is a treasure land just by looking at it, and there is a lot of courage in it.However, the fly in the ointment is that there is a gap in the middle of the mountain, which is sunken in.

This gap is called Xielong in feng shui, which means that this hole will vent out the whole mountain. How much will be vented depends on the mountain and the surrounding environment. It is said to be full of qi, a place of full qi, and it should be buried in it. If the potential is formed and lacking, the mountains and rivers are precious, and the qi is broken, you should seek its top.

According to the words of the burial scriptures, it is reasonable to bury the tomb at the top. Now we need to see how the water around the mountain is. Potential, this tomb can only be dug on the top of the mountain.

I looked down the mountain and was taken aback for a moment, how could this happen?I saw that there was a reservoir at the foot of the mountain, which touched the river surface about ten feet wide. Three sides of the mountain stood on the reservoir, and only the back was close to the land.

This is not a situation where mountains and rivers depend on each other at all, but a mountain stands on water, surrounded by three rivers on three sides, cutting off the mountain. If you guessed correctly, there should be a large willow tree behind the mountain. In this way, the mountain is completely surrounded by water. With willows dying, it has become a place where children and grandchildren are cut off.

Ma De, that real Yan Shiqi and Shuiming are wicked enough, they are not done with the coffin, but they are still in the tomb.

You must know that Fengshui masters have three industry rules that they should not look at. Find a piece of poor land for the master's family, and you can't violate these three places. Once you violate it, you will bring disaster, blindness or short life.

What the hell did Yan Shiqi do to Master Shuiming to take such a big risk to find such a burial place?

(End of this chapter)