My master is invincible

Chapter 463 Seal Seven (91)

Seeing Mr. Gao's reaction, I felt a 'thump' in my heart, something must have happened, so I asked him what happened, but he just listened to the phone and ignored me.

After answering the call for about 1 minute, he put the phone away with a blank face, and said four words to me, he said, Lao Wang is crazy.

Listening to these four words, I immediately thought of the transfer of luck that Mr. Fan said. Could it be that Lao Wang's five luck and six qi were transferred to the deceased?Otherwise, why would he go crazy for no reason.

As soon as I thought about it, I felt like the whole sky had collapsed, my head was buzzing, my limbs twitched involuntarily, and I kept repeating, "Impossible, impossible, impossible."

"Chen Baxian!" Gao Lao yelled, hugged me, stretched out his hand to pinch the position among my people, and said anxiously: "I'm excited, if something happens to you, how can I get involved with Lao Wang?"

As soon as the words came out, the Eight Immortals seemed to notice the strangeness on our side, they surrounded us one by one, and asked what was going on, Gao Lao was busy pinching me, but he didn't tell them.On the contrary, Qingxuanzi and Mr. Fan told the Eight Immortals not to mind their own business, and to bury the deceased's coffin quickly, with the deceased as the most important thing.

Hearing that, those Eight Immortals were in a bit of a mess. They looked at Qingxuanzi and Mr. Fan angrily, and said angrily, "Did you two play tricks on Chen Eight Immortals?"

The Eight Immortal who said this was a skinny monkey. He rushed to Qingxuanzi, grabbed him by the collar, and called him by his name. He was an acquaintance, so he wanted to hit him with his fists. Lao quickly stopped and said: "Skinny monkey, don't mess around, don't care about the matter of Daoist Qingxuanzi."

The thin monkey was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What's wrong with Chen Baxian? How did he get so smoked? Is he bewitched?"

While rubbing my limbs, Gao Lao explained: "I heard from Stutter that Chen Baxian has intermittent meridian twitches. Whenever I get excited, my limbs will twitch."

"Isn't this Yin Qi done perfectly? Why is he so excited?" The thin monkey glanced at Qingxuanzi and Mr. Fan vigilantly, and pouted at them. Seeing this, he still doubted them.

"This... this..." Mr. Gao was stunned for a moment, and instead of answering his question directly, he pinched me hard and said, "Come here to help, first wake up Baxian Chen."

During their conversation, I was very clear-headed, and I knew exactly what they said and what they did.When I wanted to speak, I found that I couldn't open my mouth at all. I just felt that the meridians all over my body seemed to have shrunk, being pulled tightly.

This process lasted about three to four minutes. My meridians slowed down a little, and I took a few breaths, and said to Qingxuanzi, "Daoist, Daoist, please think of a way to save the old king."

As soon as the words were finished, the Eight Immortals seemed to know the reason of the incident, and they were all clamoring to go back to Luma Village to see Lao Wang. The whole scene was boiling, not like a funeral, but rather like a vegetable market.

At this time, Mr. Fan stood up. He first glanced at me with a sullen face, then looked at the Eight Immortals beside him, and said angrily: "What's the noise? This is a cemetery, a tomb, not a dish!" In the market, whether it is your old king or the safety of the dead is more important, have you stupid bastards forgotten the first principle of being a coffin bearer?"

As soon as these words came out, the Eight Immortals were stunned for a moment, and then they all fell silent, and no one spoke.

I coughed a few times suddenly, and those eight immortals turned their heads to look at me.

For a while, I didn't know whether to go back to the village to see Lao Wang first, or to bury the deceased's coffin first.To be honest, according to my inner meaning, I must first look at Pharaoh.

However, the long-term sense of professional belonging tells me that as a coffin bearer, no matter when and where, the dead must be the most important thing, otherwise I am ashamed of this profession and the trust of the master.

Now I think about the ten years when I carried the coffin, because of this thought of putting the dead first, I don’t know how many beautiful things I missed, how many brothers I missed, and even the love I wanted most in my heart.

However, life is like this, and so is society. As an old saying goes, loyalty and filial piety are in a dilemma. If you want to do one thing well, it will inevitably have some negative effects on other things.

After thinking for a while, I said to the Eight Immortals, "Get ready for burial!"

After saying this, my eyes were a little wet, two lines of hot tears rolled down, and I felt like a sharp knife in my heart, cutting my flesh one by one, like thousands of ants tearing my heart, like a heartbreak.

For me, Lao Wang, privately, he has taken care of me like a father since he entered the coffin-bearer industry, and publically, he is my half-mentor in this industry.

Based on these two points, when I knew he was crazy, I should rush to him as soon as possible.However, this damn professional code made it impossible for me to rush back, so I could only bury the dead first.

Hearing that I was going to be buried, Mr. Gao looked relieved, and comforted him: "Chen Baxian, you don't need to worry too much about Old Wang. There are still some Eight Immortals in Luma Village, and they are there to take care of Old Wang. Nothing can happen."

I ignored him, endured the pain coming from the meridians, gritted my teeth, stood up, and shouted at the Eight Immortals, "Prepare tools!"

"Okay!" The Eight Immortals seemed to understand what I meant, without further ado, they picked up the burial tools and surrounded Shen Jun's coffin, staring at me, waiting for me to speak.

I took a few deep breaths and walked straight to Shen Jun's coffin. Qingxuanzi stretched out his hand and said to me, "Xiao Jiu, why don't you let me handle the burial? Go back and see Lao Wang?"

I gave it up and said with a blank expression: "I took care of the funeral, so naturally I have to attend the burial. Otherwise, the deceased will blame us, and we will all be in trouble."

After I finished speaking, I walked over, and Qingxuanzi shouted a few more words behind me. I didn't hear clearly what he said, because I was focused on the coffin, and I just wanted to bury the coffin early and go back to see Look at Pharaoh.

Before I came to the coffin, I took a few deep breaths again to calm myself down, picked up a cinnabar pen, tapped on the main nail of the coffin, and said in my mouth: "The sun is rising, Kejialianding, This extraordinary pen is the pen taught by the old master. Point the sky clear, point the earth spirit, point everyone's longevity, point the master to prosper, add a little red to the master's nail, the number one scholar from generation to generation, and the vermilion pen will fall to the underworld. , Shen Jun's three souls and seven souls belong to the God Lord."

After reading this, I patted the coffin three times and said, people in the world, souls in the world.I said this three times in a row, and then burned some yellow paper in front of the coffin, and asked the Eight Immortals to put the remaining white ash in a sack, and write the birthday of the deceased on the sack with a cinnabar pen. (Note: Anything related to the underworld must be written vertically.)
After doing this, I found a rooster and a kitchen knife, and asked the Eight Immortals to remove the white hemp from their arms, and turned around.

Since the matter of Lao Wang weighed on my heart like a stone, the pace of the burial was a bit fast.

When the Eight Immortals turned their heads, I held the rooster, stood in the west of the tomb, and bowed to the west three times. There was no rest at all, and I read: "When you are born, you will live in the soil, and when you die, you will be buried in a hill. , the heavens and the earth opened up, and now I seal the mountain to great auspiciousness and prosperity, the sky is round and the place is round, and people can live in peace in the middle; they are like a house, and when they die, they are buried in the hills, and they die once in life, and they are supported by earthen walls, and the dead are buried."

After reading, I touched the neck of the chicken with a kitchen knife, and the chicken blood spurted out. I dripped a few drops of chicken blood to pay respect to the land, and then dripped a few drops of chicken blood on the grave, and then painted a few drops on the coffin. He yelled at the Eight Immortals, "Turn around and move the coffin for burial!"

(End of this chapter)