My master is invincible

Chapter 455 Seal Seven (83)

Hearing Mr. Fan's words, I was stunned. Qingxuanzi's opinion was in line with the burial rules, so how did it become a crooked idea in his mouth?
"Mr. Fan, in your opinion, how should the burial be arranged?" I looked at Mr. Fan and asked suspiciously.

After hearing what I said, Mr. Fan didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he glared at me and said, "As far as normal burial is concerned, this little Taoist priest's idea is correct, but don't forget the special nature of this funeral. Yun, the land, first, Tatsuya, pay attention to the first priority, if the mother and child coffins are buried first, the geomantic omen of the land will be dominated by the mother and child coffins, and Shen Jun's coffin will instead become a supplementary one. Some things have been turned upside down."

Just as I was about to say a few words of defense, Qingxuanzi at the side immediately bent over to Mr. Fan and said, "What Mr. Fan taught me is that the trail is putting the cart before the horse. Thank you for reminding me."

Mr. Fan snorted coldly, and said: "When you come up with an idea in the future, think about it a few times before you say it, so as not to harm others or yourself."

"Yes, follow your old lesson!" That Qingxuanzi bent down again.

Seeing their conversation, I was very puzzled in my heart, what is the identity of Mr. Fan, and he was stunned by Qingxuanzi's training, without any intention of disobedience.

After thinking about it for a while, I really couldn't think of a reason, so I suppressed my doubts and asked Mr. Fan how he should be buried.

He said that the funeral should be done in an orderly manner, and the priorities should not be messed up for some reason. The seven must be printed first, Shen Jun's coffin should be buried, and then the mother and child coffins should be arranged.

In this regard, none of us raised any objections, so we started to work as he said. Since the mother and child coffin had cracked some gaps, the sun rose again at this time. Put some black cloth on it to block the sun.

As for Shen Jun's coffin, we just covered it with a white cloth. After all, the coffin is intact and the sun will not shine on the deceased.

After finishing these things, we were a little hungry. According to Mrs. Hua's intention, we went back and delivered some noodles to the mountain. Mr. Fan's face sank at that time, and he said that the burial is a big event and we must eat it. Good, drink well, and we, the Eight Immortals, should be regarded as honored guests.

To be honest, I think Mr. Fan’s words are reasonable. The most honorable time for us Eight Immortals is to bury this meal. If we cook some noodles and send them to the mountains to eat, it is indeed a bit inappropriate. More importantly, this burial is more Hard work, no physical strength, how can there be energy? There is an old saying that food is the first priority for the people, and safety is the first priority. How can you eat some pasta casually on the mountain.

At that moment, I said to Mrs. Hua, "Why don't I stay on the mountain and you take Lao Wang and the others back to have lunch. As for dinner, I personally sponsor your horse village a few hundred dollars to fix it up for them?"

"This..." The sister-in-law was stunned for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on her face, and said: "Chen Baxian, it's not that we don't want to get it right. We women at home don't have so much money. Usually it's men who come back. Give 1000 to [-] for living expenses, this funeral has almost squeezed out our money, if it is done according to the dinner, what will we live on in the second half of the year?"

I understand what she means. Some women in our rural areas are indeed like this. During the Chinese New Year, the man leaves one or two thousand for living expenses, and it will be spent until the man returns at the end of the year. Also go back.

At the moment, I couldn't say anything more, so after thinking for a while, I said, "It's only around 10 o'clock, I'll give you some money, you go to the town and buy some delicious food to entertain them."

After I finished speaking, I touched my pockets, my eggs hurt like hell, I had no money, so in desperation, I had to borrow some money from the Eight Immortals, and I collected about six hundred yuan and handed it to Mrs. Hua.

She took the [-] yuan and said, "Good intentions are rewarded", and went straight back to the village, saying that she would call us after cooking.

After Mrs. Hua left, we all sat on the ground and chatted for a while, mostly about some dirty jokes in the countryside.

At about 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Hua came to the grave, said that the food was ready, and led Lao Wang and the others back to the village. At about 3 o'clock, Lao Wang and the others came back and brought me some food, which was quite rich. .

Afterwards, we started chatting and farting again until 7:[-] p.m., when Mrs. Hua came to the tomb again, just like noon, and invited Pharaoh and the others to go back for dinner.

I don't know what's going on, they ate this meal for a long time, and they didn't return to the tomb until 10 o'clock in the evening. They all blushed and drank a lot of wine, especially Lao Wang, who was faintly drunk. The first thing I said when I saw me was, "Jiuyazi, the most worthwhile thing to show off in my life is to bring you into the industry. If one day I die, I will have the capital to show off."

Hearing this, I frowned all of a sudden, and said angrily, "It's going to be Yinqi soon, so it's very unlucky to say whether you're going to die or not."

He walked up to me, put his arms around my shoulders, smelled heavily of alcohol, and said, "Jiu Yazi, this society is very cruel. People as old-fashioned as you will suffer a lot in the future. Listen to what Old Wang said, To survive in this society, we must learn to adapt.”

As he spoke, he hiccupped a few times, tightened my shoulders, and continued: "If there is an afterlife, Uncle Wang will be your master."

As soon as the words fell, he didn’t know whether he drank too much or what was going on. He started to vomit. The strange thing was that the things he vomited out were very abnormal. There were no food residues, but some yellow liquid, which was unbearable. Identify what it is.

Seeing this situation, I quickly helped him to walk towards the big rock behind the tomb, and after walking a few steps, Mr. Fan shouted: "Xiao Jiu, Yin Qi is about to come, come quickly."

I froze for a moment, then called an Eight Immortal, handed Lao Wang over to him, and asked him to take care of Lao Wang, then walked up to Mr. Fan and asked him if there was anything he needed to prepare.

He glanced at me, and said in a deep voice: "Zishi Yinqi, the little Taoist Qingxuanzi sings the 'Night Song' and you can Yinqi. As for what to prepare, you can decide for yourself, and the old man will not interfere."

After speaking, he ignored me and took out his pipe to smoke. I called him several times, but he ignored me.

Ma De, let me curse secretly, this old Mr. Fan is simply such a scumbag, he only talks half of everything.

Afterwards, I looked at the time, and there was only half an hour left in the ion time, so I started to arrange Yinqi's manpower. First, I arranged Wuhua and the five people around Shen Jun's coffin, and asked them to face the coffin. Root willow branch.

Then arrange the eight people from Bamen behind Wuhua, sit on the ground, with their backs facing the coffin, and each hold a mahogany stick in their hands.

(End of this chapter)