My master is invincible

Chapter 645 Wind Burial (64)

Hearing Lang Gao's question, I thought about it for a while. According to the funeral custom, the child is held by the child, and the child is held by the nephew.This means that if there is a son, the photo will be held by the son; if the son is not present, or there is no son, the photo will be held by the descendants of the nephew.

But now the situation is a bit special, Su Mengke has no heirs, and no nephews, so it is a difficult thing to have a bunch of photos.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to let me hold the photo. One is that I am her man, and the other is that my occupation is a bit special, and I have an aura on my body. It must not be against the rules to hold a photo. More importantly, in our There is a saying over there that when a husband and wife are in a funeral, the photo can be held by the host, and I am the host of the funeral.

After thinking about this, I said to Lang Gao, "Let me hold the photo!"

He was slightly taken aback, looked at me, and said, "You need to be the first to hold the photo. Don't you worry about Tiannan? This is the first time he is in charge of the coffin, so you should watch from the side."

"I shouldn't!" I gave up, looked at Chen Tiannan again, and asked him, "Are you okay?"

He thought for a while, then nodded solemnly, "Ninth brother, don't worry, I have seen your main coffin, and I have written down what you taught me earlier, so it should be fine." Point to the head.

I hummed, and patted him heavily on the shoulder, "This is the first time since you became the Eight Immortals, you are in charge of the coffin. As long as you remember one thing, nothing will happen."

"Which point?" I glanced at me in surprise and asked.

"Sincerity leads to spirit. When lifting the coffin, don't think about messy things, especially women." I gritted my teeth and said the last few words. Yellow/color thinking, he must be reminded.

He smiled and nodded at me without saying a word.

Afterwards, we arranged the funeral procession. Lang Gao moved a stool and stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a ceramic pot in the other. Leave a space a few meters wide.

In the mourning hall, Chen Tiannan was in charge of the coffin. He first tied a pair of thumb-thick dragon ropes on the coffin, then passed the dragon frame through the dragon ropes, and then assigned the position of the personnel to carry the coffin. He assigned himself to the left side of the coffin. In the first position, his eyes are staring straight ahead, next to him is a small mosquito, and the rest of them are middle-aged men called by Chen Tiannan from Hengyang. They all have solemn faces, and their eyes are staring straight ahead .

Compared with their dignifiedness, Su Xiaolin looked a little decadent. He stood at the back of the coffin, occasionally slapped the coffin with his hands, and made some sobbing sounds from his mouth. Cargo's carrying 'tire goods' filled the originally empty mourning hall.

"Ninth Brother!" That Chen Tiannan called me suddenly.

I hummed, walked up to him with the photo in my hand, and asked him what was wrong.

"I was a little nervous," he said.

I comforted: "There's nothing to be nervous about carrying the coffin, as long as you are sincere. Besides, you must remember what I told you earlier."

He nodded, holding the dragon frame tightly with both hands.

Soon, when the time came to 19:[-], Nalangao spoke first. Gathering his hands together with a kitchen knife and a ceramic pipe, he said in a loud voice: "In this mourning hall, the gods are the most spiritual. The upper reaches the sky and the lower reaches the earth. Don't be alarmed, return to the right way, clarify the inside and outside, keep your position, guard the mourning hall, there is destiny in the sky, once the porcelain pot is broken, all evil spirits will avoid it."

After saying this, he tapped the porcelain pot three times with a kitchen knife, and then slammed the pot to the ground.

The porcelain jar shattered and fell to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of firecrackers, and with the sound of firecrackers, the sound of gongs and drums echoed immediately, and the two sounds intertwined, making the originally deserted mourning hall very lively.

"Tiannan, it's your turn." I pushed Chen Tiannan. According to the custom here, when the Eight Immortals carry the coffin out of the mourning hall, they need to read a sentence. The words here are a little different from ours in Hengyang. 'To the spirit' means that the person who threw the porcelain pot asked the Eight Immortals some questions, and only after answering those questions can the coffin be released out of the mourning hall. The purpose is to frighten the lonely ghosts around. The funeral became more lively.

That Chen Tiannan seemed to be really nervous, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. He didn't react until I pushed him, cleared his throat, and shouted at Lang Gao's place: "Husband, the world is open!" , On an auspicious day, the master asked me to carry the dragon's coffin, and hoped that my lord would make way for me to send it to Penglai Xiandao."

Lang Gao was stunned, waved the kitchen knife in his hand at Chen Tiannan, and asked him: "Where did this coffin come from? Where did it grow? Are you eligible to enter the Immortal Island?"

"This tree was born in Hucheng, grows on Ma'anshan, absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, it can be called a sacred tree." Chen Tiannan replied. (Hucheng: We Eight Immortals generally call Liuzhou Hucheng, and explain it in our jargon, pots contain water, coffins contain people, and water is wealth, so we call it Hucheng. There are two meanings in it. One is, from Buying a coffin in Liuzhou is equivalent to buying money back, and the second is to satirize the coffin shop in Liuzhou for being too black-hearted, with money in their eyes.)
"Which one saw the wood unearthed, and which support tree grew into a material?" Lang Gao asked again.

"The sun and the moon saw the wood unearthed, and the dew helped the wood to grow." Chen Tiannan replied.

"Who ever beat a horse tree, who said it was good to make a dragon's coffin?" Lang Gao asked again.

"Zhang Liang beat the horse tree, Zhang Liang cut down the tree, Lu Ban measured the tree, two feet four feet to make a dragon's coffin." After Chen Tiannan finished speaking, he pointed at me and continued to shout: " Husband mourns, the world is opened, the dead please come out, please sit on the dragon coffin, the black lacquered coffin is black, the blessed people are inside, the sorghum tile house does not live, she goes straight to Penglai Island, there is living land on Penglai Island, generations of descendants Wearing court clothes, the husband is crying and mourning in front of him, holding the photo card with both hands, just for the love of husband and wife in this life.

As he spoke, he stared at me, frowned, and said: "When the ancients went to the funeral, they wore linen gauze hats, white dragon robes, yellow silk jade belts around their waists, and Liu Bei straw sandals on their feet. Linen gauze hat, no white dragon robe, no yellow silk jade belt, no Liu Bei straw sandals."

I was taken aback, and smiled wryly, this guy, I didn't ask him to come to such a place before, I just mentioned to him a little bit that the Eight Immortals need to talk to the master's family during the funeral.I thought this guy couldn't remember so many words, but how could he know that he memorized them in a daze, and even came to me in such a place.

After thinking about it, I kind of understood what he meant. He was asking me to pour blood on the coffin, and the purpose should be to let others know the efforts I made.

(End of this chapter)