My master is invincible

Chapter 423 Seal Seven (51)

Hearing what Mr. Fan said, I was shocked. How did he know Yin Qi?Could it be that Lao Wang told him?No, Pharaoh is not the kind of gossip, so he probably wouldn't tell him, so how did he know about Yin Qi?

I looked at him in disbelief and stuttered, "You...you...how do you know Yin Qi?"

"What do you think?" He chuckled, pointed in the direction of the main house in Walking Horse Village, and said, "Generally, paper bundles are rarely used in funerals. You asked Lao Wang to buy so many paper bundles in my shop, and you sent me Please come here, if you guessed correctly, you should be gathering 13 people from 'Various Varieties'."

Hearing what he said, I nodded. Thinking about it, Mr. Fan is over 60 years old, and he is also a paper maker. No surprise, it was me who made the fuss.

However, another doubt arose in my heart again. He said, seven seals, seven seals, what does this mean?And what does it mean to follow the rules?
I told him the doubts in my heart, and let him speak directly.He didn't know, he gave up and said: "A qualified Eight Immortals do not rely on others to guide them, but rely on themselves to understand. Only when they understand and understand, can they remember it in their hearts and have a long memory."

After speaking, he returned to the truck, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

I called him a few times in a row, but ignored me, but my eyebrows became more and more wrinkled.Seeing his expression, I knew it would be useless even if I kept shouting, so I thanked him and prepared to go back to the village with the cardboard box in my hand.

At this moment, Lao Wang came over and said, "Jiu Yazi, Zhizha has moved back to the village, what else do you need to prepare?"

I looked at the sky, and the sun was already hanging in the middle of the sky, so I said, "Let's go to Mrs. Hua and ask for a boar to be slaughtered. Now that the yang is in full swing, use the pig's blood to worship the gods and prepare for tomorrow's funeral. Yes. Yes, it must be a boar, it’s best to live without that.”

"What?" Lao Wang asked me confused as if he didn't understand what I said.

I glanced at the old Wang, how could this old thing not understand what I meant, probably deliberately to amuse me, so I asked angrily: "It's a boar that hasn't been mated before."

"Good, good!" The old Wang laughed and said, "Jiuzi, I didn't expect you to know how to talk about mating. Why didn't you think of finding a daughter-in-law so that your parents can have a fat grandson earlier?"

"Old and unscrupulous thing, be careful, I will go back and tell my aunt." I threatened, and was about to walk towards the horse village at a leisurely pace.

The old Wang grabbed me and said, "Jiuyazi, tell me something heartfelt, how do you treat that Wenxue girl? Have you ever thought about marrying back? I can tell you, that girl Well, the ass is big enough to give birth, and there is enough milk, and the money for milk powder will be saved in the future, as long as you marry her back, your parents will definitely be happy!"

Hearing what Old Wang said, I really want to slap him, Ma De, he said the same thing to Joyce last time, and now Wen Xue said it again, as if he was afraid that I would not be able to marry a wife. I even wondered if he was an undercover agent sent by my parents.

This can’t be helped. In our rural areas, many men ask for wives as soon as they are seventeen or eighteen. Twenty-three or four-year-olds are considered late marriages. I am 23 years old this year. According to our customs, it happens to be the age to marry a wife.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old king said again: "Jiuzi, I'm not joking with you, I'm telling the truth, your parents have told me several times, let me meet a suitable girl, just talk to you Talk about a matchmaker, I think Miss Wen Xue is pretty good, how about it? Let me talk about a matchmaker for you?"

"Old Wang..." I'm a little angry, Ma De, I'm going to have a funeral now, so I don't have time to talk about my daughter-in-law. Besides, I already have Cheng Xiaocheng in my heart, and I don't have any feelings for Wen Xue at all.

So, I said to the old Wang: "Old Wang, we have held many funerals together, can we be more serious? If the deceased is offended, who will bear the responsibility?"

I'm telling the truth, for this kind of white funeral, the most taboo is to bring up red and happy events, otherwise it will conflict, but I don't know what's going on, it seems that Lao Wang deliberately mentioned this matter.

Hearing what I said, Lao Wang smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm just talking to you casually, and I don't plan to go matchmaking right now!"

Seeing what he said, I couldn't say anything more, so I said a few words to him casually, and followed him back to the village.

On the way, Old Wang would mention Wen Xue intentionally or unintentionally, which annoyed me very much. After he came back from the town, he seemed to be a different person. Although on weekdays, Old Wang would occasionally care about my marriage, but , it is the first time that I am so active like now, which makes me really puzzled.

As I was about to enter the village, I was afraid that Lao Wang would continue to talk about Wen Xue, so I said to him: "Old Wang, as the Eight Immortals, during the funeral, please focus on the funeral."

He said oh, with a bit of disappointment in his eyes, and didn't say anything else, just let me think clearly, saying that it is not easy for the Eight Immortals to marry a wife, and it is even more difficult to marry a beautiful wife like Wen Xue. I must never disappoint that Wen Xue.

Hearing this, I felt very inexplicable, so I nodded and followed him into the village.

After entering the village, there are people standing on both sides of the main room. On the left are the women in the village of Lima, and on the right are 12 people from the "Variety of Flowers", including Naqin'er.Since Lao Wang kept mentioning Wen Xue to me, I looked for Wen Xue in the crowd. What puzzled me was that Wen Xue was not among them. Where did she go?
When those people saw me and Lao Wang entering the village, they first asked about the funeral. I told them something about it, and then put the cardboard box on the left side of the main room, and asked Gao Lao and the others to count the things in the paper products. , and then assign them set by set, and record a list with white paper.

After finishing the paper tie, the Pharaoh came to me and said that Mrs. Hua had found a boar, and asked me if I could kill the pig.

I nodded and said, "There is a butcher among all kinds, just let the butcher kill the pig! By the way, you must remember to drench around the coffin with pig blood."

He hummed and said, "I know that. Is there anything else that needs to be paid attention to? For example, let these various people burn some yellow paper to the deceased? One can make the deceased familiar with them, and the other is also considered etiquette."

I thought about it for a while, and what Lao Wang said was not unreasonable. These 13 people of all kinds are very important in Yinqi. It would be good if they burned some yellow paper for the deceased, so I agreed.

Then, I yelled outside the main room and called the 12 people in. As for Mr. Fan, he is a paper maker and should have his own way of greeting the dead, so I don't need to worry about it.

When the 12 people entered the main room, I distributed three pillars of incense and seven pieces of yellow paper to each of them, and asked them to stand in front of the altar to bow to the deceased and burn the yellow paper.

I thought there should be no problem with this matter, but at this moment, an accident happened.

"Chen Baxian, what do you mean? I, Wu, have no relationship or reason with the deceased. Why should I bow to him?" The man who spoke was in his forties, with a beard on his face and a black spot on the right corner of his mouth. The mole of the flesh is the butcher among all kinds.

I was slightly taken aback, and said, "It's human nature for the living to bow to the dead, what's wrong?"

"Hehe!" He sneered, and said, "When those girls came to invite me earlier, they didn't say bow, they just gave me 100 yuan for a funeral, what do you mean by asking me to bow now?" You must know that bowing is equivalent to kneeling. I, Wu, have been kicked out of my mother's womb, kneeling on my knees and kneeling to my parents. I have never kneeled before anyone!"

As he spoke, he took out a pig-killing knife from his waist, rubbed it brightly, and threw it to the ground. He continued, "It's easy for me to make a bow, and I'll give you another 200 yuan!"

Ma De, after listening to these words, I finally understood that this Butcher Wu was extorting money. My face suddenly sank, and I said: "When you are alive, you know the five characters of heaven, earth, monarch, parent, teacher, and the dead are dead. For the king, and the king is in front of the kiss, why is it not worth bowing to?"

As soon as I said this, Butcher Wu was stunned, touched the mole on the corner of his mouth, and said, "What did you say? Why can't I understand?"

Ma De, when I met this butcher Wu, he was really a scholar and met a soldier. He was justified and couldn't explain it clearly. Just as he was about to speak, Lao Wang came over from the door, pulled me, and whispered in his ear: "Jiu Yazi, this Butcher Wu is from a foreign village, and he is usually extremely arrogant, so give him 200 yuan and forget about it, and expect him to kill pigs later!"

"No!" I am a person who accepts death, and I am even more dull when it comes to interpersonal communication, so I said: "The etiquette of Duke Zhou is to be a ruler, to be benevolent, to be a minister, to respect, to be a son, to be filial, As a father, stop at kindness, as a human being, stop at ceremony, since you are participating in this funeral, you should judge it according to the ceremony, why not ask him to make a few bows and burn some yellow paper?"

"Jiu Yazi, you're not following the ancient times, and now it's a new society, so how can you still honor the rituals of the Duke of Zhou? Besides, Butcher Wu can't read big characters, so if you tell him the rituals of the Duke of Zhou, isn't that playing the piano to the cow? "Pharaoh lowered his voice.

That Butcher Wu seemed to have a good ear, and he heard the old Wang's words all at once, and said angrily: "One-eyed dragon, what the hell are you talking about, who told you that I can't read?"

As he said that, Butcher Wu rushed over to beat Lao Wang, and I was completely annoyed, who invited this man over?Isn't this here to make trouble?Just when she was about to get angry, she saw Qin'er coming over, standing in front of Lao Wang, winking at the butcher, and said, "Brother Wu, my family is most afraid of fighting, so you just listen to Brother Eight Immortals and act like that." Come on, burn some yellow paper!"

Hearing this, I felt goosebumps all over my body, and sometimes I couldn't figure it out, why do men eat this kind of thing?
No, as soon as Qin'er finished speaking, the butcher Wu was excited all over, and immediately put on a smiling face, ****: "My sister's voice is really nice, much better than that kid!"

As the Butcher Wu was talking, he stretched out his hand to touch Qin'er's hand, and when he was about to touch it, Qin'er withdrew his hand and said in a coquettish voice: "Brother Wu, let's burn the yellow paper first! Let me chat with you again, be sincere, otherwise I won’t admit it!”

"Okay...ok..., let alone bowing, even kneeling is no problem!" Butcher Wu looked happy, without saying a word, picked up the yellow paper, lit the incense, and immediately knelt down. His attitude was so sincere that I was the only one. It is estimated that Butcher Wu's own father is dead, so he is not so considerate.

Sometimes I have to say that when some men face beauty, their world outlook, values, and outlook on life are all left behind. They only see beauty, beauty, and beauty, but they forget their own obligations. Society changes those men, or those men assimilate this society.

Following the Butcher Wu's bow, the other people also began to bow and burn yellow paper.

After they finished burning the yellow paper, I gave Qin'er a grateful glance, she shook her head slightly, and said something, since I was already deaf in my left ear, I couldn't hear very clearly, so I asked Lao Wang.He said, Miss Qin'er told you not to thank you, but she also wants to thank you for giving her this opportunity.

I hummed and didn't say anything else, so I let the 12 people go out to rest first, and let the old Wang lead Butcher Wu to kill a pig, and I called Gao Lao and the Eight Immortals in, planning to deal with the female beggar and the others. The body of the little girl.

At this time, the little boss, who had never spoken, spoke up. He said, "Jiuya...Chen Baxian, as the host of the funeral, can I make a request?"

Listening to his words, I knew that there was already a estrangement between us, and there was nothing I could do about it. The dream was too real, and I had to keep a bit of vigilance. Even if the little boss calls me brother and brother, in front of the funeral, I always put the funeral first. , perhaps, this is the biggest failure in my life.

"What request?" I asked.

"My aunt's life has been miserable. I want to hold a funeral for her alone. As for the money, I will try my best to make sure that you will not be lost." In just a few days, the little boss seemed to have matured a lot. The bossy air of the past was gone, and there was a bit of pleading in his tone.

I thought about it, Shen Jun's death time is wrong, he is destined to be a "ghost" for [-] days, if the funeral is held within this [-] days, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with, and even cause another disaster. It is the best policy for the female beggar to hold Shen Jun's funeral together.

"I'm afraid not!" I smiled apologetically at him and said.

"Oh" he replied lightly, clenched his fists tightly, and said: "Then...then...can you cook a small stove for my aunt when my uncle's funeral is held, her life is really too hard, don't worry, I I will definitely raise enough money for you, please!"

I was stunned, and then explained to him: "Little Boss, it's not about money. You also know that there is a ritual in funerals. The funeral of the couple must be dominated by the male protagonist, otherwise, it will be a mess of etiquette. Accidents are easy to happen, not to mention that your uncle’s funeral needs to be printed. Once a small stove is opened, not only we, the Eight Immortals who attend the funeral, will be unlucky, but even the villagers of Luma Village will be affected. Fat, keep a dog, the dog is not strong, raise chickens, do not lay eggs, and if it is serious, it will cause murder."

ps: Many book friends said that the separation is not coherent. This is the word count of two chapters. In addition, I wish someone a happy birthday, health and happiness.

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