My master is invincible

Chapter 265 Empty Coffin (31)

I nodded and looked at him. This man is about fifty years old, a little bald, but his body is very clean. It is worth mentioning that he has a faint smell, which is a bit like the hair of a dead body. The stinky kind.The sense of professionalism tells me that this person should be doing the same job as me, he is the Eight Immortals, otherwise, he would not have this smell on his body.

When I discovered this situation, I was a little puzzled. According to our customs, it is a cross-border for outsiders to come here to hold funerals. The local Eight Immortals should be particularly disgusted and even drive us away.

However, the attitude of the middle-aged man in front of him may not be very enthusiastic, but he is definitely not cold.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the man said, "My name is Wang Fangmin. I don't know your last name?"

After hearing his name, I was taken aback for a moment. The person in front of me was actually a generation higher than Wang Chengcai. I thought so because Wang was a common surname, and there were fifteen generations in modern times, namely: Qiao, Duan, Xi, Jia, Qing, Jun, Xiu, Ji, Fang, Cheng, Yi, Yuan, Yu, Ji, Hui.

In some rural areas, after giving birth, the names are arranged according to seniority. The first character is the surname, the second character is seniority, and the third character is chosen by the parents, and Wang Cheng belongs to the generation of "Cheng". They belong to Fang's generation, and they are a generation higher in seniority, but they are about the same age, which makes me a little puzzled. (Note: The names of the older generation are arranged according to their seniority. Now some parents have left these seniority behind in order to make the names of their descendants nice and individual.)
Remembering that we were discussing about lifting the coffin, I suppressed my doubts, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Your surname is Chen, and your name is nine. You can call it Xiaojiu."

"That's okay, I'll ask you to call Xiao Jiu. This time, we are responsible for lifting the dragon's coffin. I am a professional weight bearer in our village. I am the Eight Immortals you are talking about. The rest of you, They are all villagers from our wax tree village, they are usually fine, and they can also carry the dragon's coffin, you first figure out if their zodiac signs are in conflict with each other?" Wang Fangmin said straight to the point.

I smiled slightly, he was testing me, he wanted to see if I was qualified to hold a funeral, I didn't say anything, just roughly calculated the combined birthday horoscope, and said: "The dragon and the tiger are in conflict."

He nodded in satisfaction, and said: "This time you lift the dragon's coffin, everything is up to you."

I smiled, and glanced at him in surprise. This Wang Fangmin is a straightforward person, without any sloppiness, and he must have a good reputation in the wax tree village.

Thinking of this, I was not polite to him, so I asked them to tie the dragon frame with dragon ropes, because the deceased died of falling into the water, and I asked him to lay a layer of plastic film on the coffin lid, implying that this plastic film replaces the coffin. The dead sheltered from the wind and rain.

More people can do things faster. It only took about ten minutes. They covered the coffin with plastic film, and then tied the dragon frame with dragon rope to tie it to it.

After doing all this well, we will prepare for the funeral. Qingxuanzi said earlier that he walked in the front and led the way to recite scriptures, so the leader is Qingxuanzi.

Since then, I found that I have become an idler. There are already eight people carrying the coffin, carrying stools, spreading yellow paper and other chores. I am a middle-aged man in the wax tree village.

It's absolutely impossible to be idle and not work. In desperation, I had to find a pair of copper gongs to act as the person who beat the gongs.

After everything was ready, Wang Fangmin walked up to me and asked, "Xiao Jiu, the tomb well is on a mountain on the left, less than 200 meters away, should we carry the dragon's coffin directly to the tomb well, or How to do it?"

Hearing what he said, I was stunned for a moment. Carrying the coffin should avoid short-circuiting, and the homonym of breaking the circuit means that the deceased will not live long in the next life and will seek short-circuits by himself. To put it bluntly, it is suicide. This is not a good luck, so I told him: " The road is too short, definitely not, try to take some detours to make the funeral more lively."

He thought for a while and said, "If you want to take a detour, you can only walk along the river. That way, the distance is about 800 meters, which is in line with the normal funeral distance."

To be honest, every time I mentioned the river, I was a little scared. I always felt that there was something wrong with the river, so I asked him, "Is there any other way?"

He shook his head and said: "No, I want to take a detour. The only way to get to the tomb well is by walking by the river. The other roads, let alone carrying the dragon's coffin, are difficult to walk even alone."

After hearing this, I weighed it in my mind for a while, and in the end I could only accept this opinion. After all, funerals are mainly for the dead.

After deciding on the way to go to the funeral, I asked the deceased’s relatives to kneel behind the coffin. I took a gong and a porcelain pot and stood on the threshold of the main room. I took out my mobile phone and checked the time. It was only one minute before four o’clock. .

When the phone's time jumped to 04:00, I slammed the porcelain pot in my hand on the door of the main room, and shouted loudly: "There is no wind in the sky, the sun never rises, and the sun is like water. , The loving mother wants to return to the west for the journey, but she asks to send her relatives safely, all neighbors love like gold, not afraid of the cold night and hardships, and enthusiastically help carry the dragon coffin, all filial sons thank you for your sincerity, the west leads the way and rises together."

After shouting this, I rang the first gong, the sound of the gong, followed by the loud sound of firecrackers and the mourning of the first-line relatives, these sounds were mixed together, it was really lively, it shook my eardrums Cracking.

I didn't dare to be careless, so I raised my eyes and glanced into the main room. The eight people who carried the coffin shouted in unison, "Get up, and the coffin was lifted slowly. Their faces were relaxed, and their steps were particularly brisk.

This made me very puzzled. Although there were only some clothes of the deceased in the coffin, the coffin of the Clothes Tomb shouldn’t be so light. For some funeral ceremonies, the coffin will become heavier. This weight is more important than the weight of the coffin itself plus the weight of the clothes. As for why, I can't explain.

To make a simple analogy, the weight of the coffin is 178 catties, and the weight of the deceased and some items in the coffin is 122 catties. During the funeral, the weight carried by our Eight Immortals is far more than 300 catties. For this phenomenon, use scientific methods Knowledge is unexplainable.

In the words of our Eight Immortals, there is a turbid air in the coffin, and when the funeral goes out, the turbid air sinks, making the coffin extremely heavy.As for how much extra weight will be added, it is determined by the wish of the deceased, the filial piety of the descendants, and some external factors.

Of course, these are the internal opinions of our Eight Immortals, and they are not recognized by the outside world. After all, in the eyes of some people, we are a group of low-level farmers.

(End of this chapter)