My master is invincible

Chapter 307 Nine Coffins (30)

Hearing what the old lady said, I was taken aback for a moment, it was amazing, just one glance, I could tell that I had slipped the old hero's body down, and what bothered me the most was that she told me with a smile.

Ordinarily, when my wife died, the old lady should be crying, why is she still laughing now?What's more, he was still wearing a red cheongsam.

I was about to ask out the doubts in my heart, when I saw the body of the old hero collapsed without warning, lying quietly on the coffin.

Seeing this scene, I felt a wry smile in my heart. It is no wonder that the country attaches so much importance to old heroes. After a person dies, he can express the patriotic obsession in his heart, which shows his protection and concern for the country.

Afterwards, the old lady found a set of shrouds from the cabinet and put them on the bedside. I looked at the shrouds. It was not a normal shroud, but a military green one similar to that of the Tang Dynasty.

I asked the old lady how to use this kind of clothes?She said that they wore this kind of clothes when they got married, and they wanted to wear this kind of clothes after they died. One is to thank the country for taking care of them, and the other is to miss the married life of these years.

"This doesn't conform to the funeral rules!" I thought for a while and said this.

"I knew it was against the funeral rules, so I stuck a piece of black cloth on my clothes." She picked up the shroud and opened the lower left corner of the shroud. Inside was a piece of black cloth with white stars embroidered on it. Embroider according to the direction of the Big Dipper.

This method, I have heard people say before, that piece of black cloth is just a piece of black cloth in the eyes of ordinary people, but, in the eyes of some professionals, the black cloth has a lot of background, first of all, the material, cotton, must be Harvest before fall.

As we all know, cotton can only be harvested after autumn, and there are very few cottons that can be harvested before autumn. Sometimes, even if some early-maturing cotton is encountered, it may not be woven into cotton cloth due to various reasons.

This greatly limits the output. The second point is that in the process of weaving cotton into cloth, the closest relatives of the deceased must do it for them, and they must stand under the sun at noon.The third point, and the most important point, is the coloring. To dye the cotton black, you need to mix the blood and ink of the deceased for three cents, and after three days of exposure to the hot sun, add three drops of rootless water.

After turning into black cloth, the stars on it need to be embroidered by the person closest to the deceased. The process of embroidering the stars is simple, and the key lies in the last step.

Just like the Buddhist beads we usually carry, the same type of Buddhist beads has the same material and craftsmanship, but there are two prices. Why does this happen?

That's because there is an invisible process in the middle of some Buddhist beads, consecration, and the black cloth also needs such a process, consecration.

However, the consecration process of this black cloth is very complicated and requires seven masters to sit on the ground, surround the black cloth, and recite scriptures non-stop for seven days and nights, so that this black cloth has 'magic power'.

Some people will definitely ask, what's the use of getting a piece of black cloth after spending so much effort?

It is very useful. It is said that this kind of black cloth has the magic power to cover the sky, and it can hide from the eyes of the ghosts, causing the eyes of the ghosts to have an illusion that the clothes of the dead are dragon robes, and the dead are the dragon robes. When a real dragon comes into the world, and let the judge judge the merits and demerits of his life, he will only remember the good and not the evil, and he will be rich and powerful in his next life.

Of course, these are all legends, whether it is true or false, it is difficult to distinguish.However, we Eight Immortals take these legends seriously.Whether other people believe it or not is a matter for the benevolent to see the benevolent and the wise to see wisdom. Whether it is true or false depends entirely on what you think in your heart.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old lady coughed lightly and said, "Xiao Jiu, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing!" I let it go, the old lady took great pains for the old hero's funeral, presumably, the two should have loved each other when they were young.

She didn't speak, and handed the clothes to me, her face changed, and she said, "Xiao Jiu, I have something to ask for your help, and it's what my master asked for."

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

She sighed, and said: "The master knew that the nine boys in my family fought for a priority right before his death. He had an idea in his mind, if anyone can do it, he will give the priority right to him."

I was slightly taken aback, this is the old hero's family affairs, how could I be dragged into it, I gave up, bent over to the old lady, and said: "Old man, I am the Eight Immortals, according to our industry rules, do not mix The master's housework."

"You're not an outsider, so you can't break the rules." She smiled and said lightly.

Now, I am even more confused, I have never met the old hero, what is it if it is not an outsider?
I asked out the doubts in my heart.She smiled, and did not directly answer my doubts, but said: "Only you can handle this matter, and only you can do it. Others, the master is not at ease."

"I still can't agree!" I gave up.

"Why don't you listen?" She asked back.

I shook my head and said, "I don't want to listen anymore. It would be a violation of professional rules to inquire about the master's affairs."

She smiled wryly, tapped me on the head, and said, "If I say you are not an outsider, you are not. How can you break the rules?"

Hearing what she said, I thought about it and said, "Old man, please don't tell me that my father is your long-lost son and I am your grandson."

I would say this because I was really influenced by "Huan Zhu Ge Ge". When I first entered high school, Huan Zhu Ge Ge was on TV, and the scene where the little swallow recognized Emperor Qianlong as his father has always been burned in my mind.

"My nine sons are all by my side. There is no one who is separated." She was stunned for a moment, then realized, and knocked on my head again, and said, "What are you thinking about? I will say that you are not an outsider. It's because you are my master's nephew!"

"What? What did you say? I'm the nephew of the old hero?" I almost went crazy. Before Master Jiang called me my junior, and now an old hero who doesn't know whether he is uncle or uncle pops up.

She nodded and said, "I can only tell you so much. If you want to know more, it depends on what your master thinks. I can't say anything."

As she spoke, she stared at the old hero with her eyes, and murmured with a bit of sadness in her tone: "Everyone in the world knows that my master is an anti-Japanese hero, and how many people know that he is a master of Fengshui."

She seemed to be telling me this on purpose, and I was really puzzled. If what she said was true, the old hero is a master of Fengshui, while Mr. Jiang is a master of sculpture. so huge?

Furthermore, Quyang is the hometown of sculpture, even if the old hero wants to learn, he still learns sculpture, so how can he learn Fengshui.

There is another biggest doubt, who is my master?This problem is really difficult for me. From the time I entered the coffin bearer and his party, there are only two people who have given me the grace of education. One is an old scholar who has passed away, and the other is Lao Wang.

I am very clear about the skills of the old scholar. He studied Feng Shui, and the things he knows are just trivial things. To put it bluntly, the old scholar is just a local fairy in the countryside. I am afraid that he doesn't even have the skills of Master Jiang. He can't It's me and Master Jiang.

As for Lao Wang, it is even more impossible. He is my neighbor next door. I know all about his life experience. He is an ordinary Eight Immortals in the countryside, and it is even more impossible for him to be my master.

But now Master Jiang, the old hero, and the old lady all say that I have a master. Judging from their tone, my master is still very capable.However, the people I met in my life were either poor students or ordinary farmers in the countryside.

(End of this chapter)