My master is invincible

Chapter 901 Colorful Coffin (24)

Hearing Lang Gao's question, I didn't answer his question directly, but thought about it for a while. The wanzhang he mentioned should be a kind of funeral article, which can be divided into wanzhang, shank and forehead. There are many characters, and most of them are written directly. The ones written horizontally are called Wanfeng, the ones written vertically are called Wanzhang, and those written on the sleeves are called scrolls.

The forehead is usually hung in the middle of the door of the mourning hall. This kind of thing is rarely used in funerals. The reason is that the forehead has a bit of evil spirit. This thing comforts the deceased, and secondly, because of the evil energy of pulling the mountain, it can allow the deceased to express his resentment at a constant time.

Of course, the "telling" here does not come from the deceased, but guesses the meaning of the deceased through some changes in the mourning hall.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Nalang Gao asked me again, "Ninth brother, do you want to buy a baling peak?"

I thought for a while and asked him, "What does the master say?"

He took a deep breath and explained: "You also know the situation of the deceased's family. It is said that his nephew shaved his head and killed his uncle in the first month. They wanted to hang a funeral at the funeral in order to let the deceased 'tell' the truth. Considering that Wanzhang is a bit evil, I have no idea."

I hummed, if the master meant it, what can we Eight Immortals say?can only agree.Furthermore, Song Guangliang's death was a strange thing, and using Banzhang to know the cause of death of the deceased was a way to satisfy the wish of the deceased.

At this point in my thoughts, I nodded and said, "Okay, let's buy some wanzhang and some flowers by the way."

"Flowers?" Lang Gao asked in confusion, as if he didn't understand what I meant.

I didn't hide anything, so I told him that the funerals in Hubei are not like ours in Hengyang, where most of the lost flowers are given away, and this kind of flowers are mainly yellow and white, which can appear in funerals There are mainly four kinds of flowers, one is yellow chrysanthemum and white chrysanthemum tied together to express serious condolences, the other is simple white chrysanthemum to express true mourning, the third is aster to express remembrance and condolences, and the fourth is yellow and white carnation to express mourning. As a souvenir, I wish the deceased a good journey.

After hearing this, he asked me, "Ninth brother, what kind of flowers shall we buy?"

"White calla lily!" I thought for a while and said, "This kind of flower expresses sincere condolences. We Eight Immortals are not related to the deceased, so we can't send flowers like white chrysanthemums. Just send white calla lilies to express our hearts."

As I said that, I suddenly remembered that I would open the road early in the morning tomorrow, and now I don’t even know the date of birth of the deceased. The time is very urgent, and I didn’t let Lang Gao stay for a long time, so I asked him to buy Wanzhang and flowers as soon as possible. As for Wanzhang I asked Lang Gao not to write the words on the screen, and wait until I get to Shanghe Village.

Na Lang Gao nodded, and immediately walked towards the town.

After he left, I wanted to ask him if he could buy flowers at night.However, thinking that Lang Gao has been here for more than half a year and is very familiar with the merchants in the town, he should be able to buy these things as long as he knocks on the door.

So, I let out a heavy breath, without thinking much, turned around and walked towards the hotel. Since time was a little short, I said a few words, and asked Yang Yan to take Erbei and go to the town to find Lang Gao , and I sat in the hotel with the old man.

"Before you always said that you have something to discuss, but now you and I are left in the whole hotel. I don't know, can you talk now?" I asked him neither humble nor humble.

The old man looked up at the hotel, stood up, and said with a smile: "After all, the hotel is a place full of people, how about it! The old man will take you outside for a walk, it's a walk after dinner!"

As he said that, the old man walked straight towards the door, and I followed without even thinking about it. My intuition told me that the old man should have something important to tell me.

After leaving the hotel, the white moonlight shines on the ground, and a cool breeze blows across the face. A few rays of light shine on the ground from inside the houses, making the street extraordinarily bright, just like daytime. There are occasional looks on the road Pedestrians hurriedly walked out of the town. If they guessed correctly, these people should be going to Shanghe Village.

The old man and I were walking on the street without talking to each other. After walking about two or three hundred meters, the old man stopped suddenly and said, "Xiao Jiu, let's sit in this pavilion!"

After speaking, he went straight to the pavilion.

I looked up and saw a low-rise pavilion in front of me, about three meters high, with four pillars standing on the ground and covered with glazed tiles. Inside the pavilion, there were two long concrete benches on the left and right sides, and the old man sat on the left. On the cement bench.

I walked in and sat down next to the old man. Maybe I'm not very good at dealing with strangers, so I didn't speak, took out a cigarette, and handed it to the old man.

"The old man doesn't smoke!" He smiled, looked at me with his eyes, then raised his head and looked around, as if to see if there was anyone.

This made me curious, what did he have to say?

The old man seemed to see through my thoughts, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, there are no outsiders here, so let me tell you straight to the point! I hope you forget about Fuxian Lake."

I was taken aback, what do you mean?Forgot about Fuxian Lake?How did he know about Fuxian Lake?
I looked at him suspiciously and didn't speak, waiting for the old man to speak.

He smiled and said: "Xiao Jiu, some things are not as simple as they appear. I will give you an analogy. You and I are sitting in this pavilion. People passing by just glance at us and preconceive that we are grandparents and grandchildren." , and is that really the case?"

I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him, "What do you want to say?"

He smiled, looked up at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "You can't observe anything with the naked eye, you need to go deep into it to understand its true meaning. The old man still said that, he forgot about Fuxian Lake. Never been there in my life!"

I was depressed by what he said. When people are alive, some things can be forgotten as soon as they are said. !"

He didn't speak, and took out something from his arms and shook it in front of my eyes.

As he flickered, my eyes were immediately attracted. What he took out was a white/clean lotus flower. Perhaps because of time, the lotus flower had completely withered. Even so, the lotus flower was already beautiful. The reason The reason is that there are countless worms on the petals of this lotus. The worms are extremely small, half as small as ants. It is incredible that the worms are attached to the petals, making the whole lotus emit a dazzling light.

"This is?" I asked suspiciously.

"The white lotus blooms, King Ming is born, and Maitreya is born, making the rich and the poor better." When he said this, the old man's tone was very light.

(End of this chapter)