My master is the coffin

Chapter 442

The old man couldn't care less about competing with the old farmer.He looked at the old woman in surprise: "What are you doing? What does this mean?"

The old woman said with a smile: "The time for you to die is endless. I have lived enough. Isn't it? I am dying. But I will not make noise like you. When I am alive, I am quiet. After death, it is also quiet."

Then, she gave the old man a hand: "Okay. Don't worry about these children anymore. Both of us are dead. It's time to go to the underworld and have nothing to do with the world."

The old man sighed a little: "You are dead, and I am dead. Both of us are dead."

The old woman said: "Yes, we are all dead. Stop losing your temper, let the jokes be over, and let the ghosts continue the jokes."

Then, while we were dumbfounded, the old lady led the old man away.When she reached the door, she said softly, "Excuse me neighbors. Bury the two of us. There is a little money in the drawer, which is a little reward for you. We have no children, and we don't need to tell anyone."

Then, the two men walked out of the alley and disappeared.

We froze for a while, then carried the old woman into the coffin.

The senior brother looked in the drawer, and sure enough there were hundreds of dollars.

Wushuang said suspiciously: "When we first came in, the old woman's yang energy was still very strong, she didn't look like she was about to die. Besides, shouldn't the errands come to seduce the soul of a living person at the end of her life? Why didn't I see it just now?"

I said: "Just now, it seems that she doesn't want to live anymore. She is so old, after all, her body is not good. You just said that she has strong yang energy, but you are only comparing it with other old people. Such an old man , once you have the idea of ​​mortal death, I am afraid that you will die very easily."

Wushuang still didn't understand: "Why did she die? Is it just to persuade the old man?"

I nodded: "It seems to be. Hey, these two people have such a good relationship. Look at the two of them, they are dead together."

The old farmer put out the cigarette butt on the ground.He chuckled: "Good relationship? That's not necessarily the case. Stranger, you don't understand this."

Then he hurried to his home.

When we returned to the old farmhouse, he just ran out holding his son.He showed the child to us: "Masters, what happened to my son? Why hasn't he woke up yet? Isn't the old man already gone?"

I comforted him: "Don't worry. Your son was possessed by a ghost once. The child is young and has weak yang energy. It is inevitable that he will not be able to withstand being eroded by the ghost energy. Just take care of it for two days."

The old farmer looked at the elder brother, pointed at me and said, "Is he also a Taoist priest?"

Eldest brother looked at my mahogany sword, nodded and said, "Very powerful Taoist priest."

The next morning, the child woke up.The old farmer thanked us a lot and kindly invited us to stay in his home for a few more days.

Wushuang and I planned to wait for Fatty to come back, so we readily agreed.

At noon, the neighbors in the neighborhood helped to bury the old woman and the old man.

It can be seen that everyone is very dedicated to their funeral.It looks like the dead are the big ones.

Wushuang and I watched for a while and found a very interesting phenomenon.The wreaths sent by these neighbors were all for the old lady, and the paper money that was burned was also burned while saying: "Goodbye, old lady." Whatever.

I asked the old farmer: "It seems that everyone hates this old man, but they really like this old woman."

The old farmer smoked a cigarette and said: "The old man is really annoying, that's nothing. However, everyone can't say that they like this old woman, at most they feel sorry for her."

I asked strangely: "Pity her? Why do you pity her?"

The old farmer didn't say it directly, but kept it a secret. She asked me: "Last night, when you listened to the old lady, what kind of person did you think she was?"

I thought for a while and said, "This old woman is quite reasonable. And she speaks the truth..."

The old farmer nodded and said: "The old lady is from another place. It seems that she is a lady in the city. She has been studying since she was a child, and she can read Confucius and Mencius. Some people say that she can speak foreign languages. However, no one has seen her. Not only has no one seen her say it, but she has rarely seen her write Chinese characters. When she first came to the village, some people saw her reading a book, and then even burned the book."

I looked at the two grave bags that were gradually piled up, and asked curiously: "This old lady sounds quite legendary."

The old farmer sighed, rolled another cigarette, and said, "What's so legendary? In fact, it's finished in two or three sentences. Didn't the old lady say it? She was the daughter of a rich family in the city. During the war, the whole family was killed. The old man went to the city when he was young, and the young man was full of blood. He couldn't see it, so he risked his life to save her. From then on, the old woman followed him wholeheartedly."

I praised: "A hero saves the beauty? Very good."

The old farmer laughed and said: "It's not bad, you young people just don't understand. The old woman only found out after she got married. The old man can't read a single word. He also has a very bad temper, and the timing of a sentence is wrong. "

I couldn't help but be speechless: "Beat your wife?"

The old farmer nodded: "This kind of thing can't be tolerated by any woman. What's more, he came from the city. At that time, the neighbors in the neighborhood watched the fun and bet one after another. Some people said that in three days This woman had to leave. Some said that it would take another five days... but after more than ten years, nothing happened between the two of them, and they never heard their family quarreling again."

"To be precise, since the day the old lady burned the book, I haven't heard any quarrels in their family. At the beginning, everyone thought that the women from the city were capable, and finally subdued their temper. Later, they came into contact with many Only then did I realize that it was all like that. This woman is smart, she knows what to say to make a man happy and what to say to a man who is not happy. Therefore, she never spoke out of sincerity, but just to make the family peaceful and not let the neighbors Read the joke."

Wu Shuang said bluntly: "Then how uncomfortable is she? Why didn't she get a divorce?"

The old farmer lit a cigarette and said, "Everyone wondered, why didn't she get a divorce? Afterwards, everyone guessed, maybe, the old woman felt that this man saved her life back then, and she should repay her kindness. So she spent her whole life The explanation is here."

I heard what the old farmer said, and suddenly I had a terrifying thought: "According to what you said, the old lady committed suicide last night because of..."

The old farmer nodded and said: "Anyway, I think she doesn't want to be ashamed in this world anymore. She is tired enough, and after a lifetime of worrying, she finally boiled the old man to death. A few days of peaceful days have passed. I didn't expect the old man It's not easy to live after death..."

Wushuang and I came here with the mood of watching the funeral of this model couple.When I left, I was downcast, and the more I thought about it, the more unpleasant it became.

We went back to the old farmhouse and had nothing to do all day, and then we simply taught those Taoist priests Taoism.

Waited like this for three days.At noon on the third day.I heard a familiar voice at the gate asking: "Excuse me, is there a group of Taoist priests living in this house?"

I was eating at the time.Hear this voice.I threw the steamed bun and rushed out quickly.He moved so fast that he almost kicked the table over.

I ran to the gate, and before I saw anyone, I yelled loudly, "Fatty, is that you?"

Standing on the street, sweating profusely and asking for directions, he was indeed a fat man.

When he saw me, he laughed silly: "Xu You, so you are here."

Zhang Xin stood beside him with an old-fashioned face: "It's really hard to find a place to go through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort..."

I scratched my head: "What do you mean? Are you looking for me?"

Zhang Xin said quickly: "Oh, I'm a mandrill, and I don't know much about idioms, so I used them wrong, wrong."

Then, the two of them walked in shoulder to shoulder with me.

The fat man didn't care about anything when he saw what he was eating.Quickly took my seat and gobbled it up.

When the old farmer saw such a large tonnage suddenly coming, his face turned green.Then he counted with his fingers: "Nine, ten, eleven... Well, there are eleven people in our family."

(End of this chapter)