Lin Guoming asked Ping Po to come over and help preside over the burial ceremony of Lin Tian's great-grandfather's remains.

The ceremony is not complicated, Ping Po finds a suitable time, finds someone to raise the grave, puts the remains together in the coffin one by one, and then returns to the earth, and it is over.

In the process of fighting, there can be no mistakes, which can be done by very experienced people, and only Ping Po can do it in this area.

The funeral was held two days later, and on this morning, the wind was mild, and the sun had just come out, and it was warm on the body.

Lin Tian felt that it was a good day, it had been raining lightly for the past few days, and today it was as if the sky had suddenly turned off the faucet.

The two men who worked with Ping Po were responsible for digging up the empty grave of Lin Tian's great-grandfather.

When Lin Tian saw that the grave was dug up, there was only a rotten coffin, and the inside was empty.

The tombstone reads "Lin Hanlin's Tomb", and Lin Tian knew his great-grandfather's name for the first time.

Lin Hanlin is catchy and exudes the atmosphere of a literati.

When the man was digging the grave, Ping Po was on crutches, and her mouth was broken and she read some words that Lin Tian couldn't understand.

As soon as the grave was dug up, Lin Guoming and the others began to burn incense, next to which were candles, silver treasures, fruit and wine, and other things.

Ping Po sprinkled some talisman water on the coffin in the empty tomb, and let the two men avoid it.

Next, she took matters into her own hands.

She took the bones out of the jar one by one and placed them lightly in the coffin.

It seemed that she had taken the bones at random, but it was as if she had a complete guide in mind, and the bones were where they belonged, in order.

This opened Lin Tian's eyes, he thought that Ping Po was old, her old eyes were dizzy, and her hands and feet were trembling, but now it seemed that her skills were no different from those of young people.

This made Lin Tian even more sure that she was the guess of the cultivator.

After a while, Lin Tian saw that Ping Po had put all the bones in place, as neat as a person lying flat in a coffin, and did an impeccable job.

When the last bone was put together, Ping Po clapped her hands, sprinkled paper money, and sprinkled paper water.

"Cover the coffin. ”

The two men listened to the order and acted together, preparing to close the lid of the coffin.

At this moment, a big dark cloud floated in the turquoise sky, obscuring the sun above Lin Tian and them.

Ping Po noticed this, she didn't panic, and said to the two big men: "Hurry up." ”

The two big men hurriedly lifted the coffin lid and prepared to cover the coffin.

Before they let go, the sky was completely dark.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed nearby.

When Lin Tian saw that the lightning was so close, his heart tightened and reminded him.

"Be careful!"

Before his words could be heard, the two big men covered the lids and jumped out of the pit with agility.

As soon as they jumped out of the pit, Lin Tian heard thunder resounding very closely, and what he feared most had happened.

The thunder struck directly at the place where the two big men were standing just now, and hit Lin Hanlin's coffin.

Seeing this, Lin Guoming panicked, in the countryside, the coffin hit by lightning is an unlucky sign.

"Ping Po, what should I do, is this normal?"

Ping Po is calm and composed.

"Don't panic, God has its own arrangement.

The thunder struck the coffin, indicating that Lin Jiu had something to say to you. ”

Lin Jiu?

This is great-grandpa's nickname, it is very likely that Pingpo and great-grandpa are old acquaintances.

Thinking about it, Lin Tian keenly saw the coffin in the thunder explosion and began to spark.

"It's on fire!"

Ping Po glanced at Lin Tian, and there was a hint of Lin Tian's incomprehension in her eyes.

"Go up and put out the fire. ”

Lin Tian didn't understand this kind of thing, so according to Pingpo's words, he picked up the broom next to him and was about to put out the fire.

Ping Po said coldly: "No.

It is disrespectful to your great-grandfather to sweep away filth with a broom and use it on a coffin.

You put out the fire with your own hands, and don't use anything. ”

Hearing this, Lin Guoming couldn't bear to say: "Mrs. Ping, if my son uses his hands to get it, he will be burned." I'm the eldest grandson, so why don't I go. ”

Ping Po waved her hand and said: "No, this is the will of heaven, go put out the fire, don't really burn, it's not good for your family's luck." ”

Lin Tian didn't dare to slack off at all, he gave Lin Guoming a gesture look, reassured him, and then jumped into the pit.

Without hesitation, he reached out to extinguish the flames on the coffin.

I don't know what this coffin is made of, so a little spark splashed on it, and there were signs of spreading.

Shooting the fire with his bare hands is just a piece of cake for him in the foundation building realm.

The body of the foundation realm has been washed and removed several times, and its physical fitness is many times better than that of normal people, and its ability to endure pain is stronger than that of ordinary people.

Even if you get burned, you can recover quickly.

After a while, Lin Guoming smelled the smell of burnt fur in the air, and his eyebrows tightened.

Seeing that his son was injured, he felt uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to mess around.

Lin Guodong gave him a reassuring look.

Lin Tian slapped seven or eight times, but he didn't dare to use too much force, so he put out the fire.

"Ping Po, the fire has been extinguished, what should I do?"

Ping Po said, "No need, you can come out." ”

She turned to the two men and said, "You two, hurry back to the earth." ”

Then, she said to Lin Guoming and Lin Guodong: "You two start burning paper money, and the last few shovels of soil will be returned by the eldest grandson." ”

Under the dispatch of Ping Po, everyone got busy.

Lin Guoming glanced at Lin Tian's hand, and saw a scorched black and open skin, he said with concern: "Xiao Tian, are you okay?"

Lin Tian smiled indifferently, without a trace of pain.

"Dad, it's okay, I'll go back and wipe the trauma medicine and hell it soon. ”

Lin Guoming was relieved.

There was no water to wash his hands here, Lin Tian felt that his eyes were a little itchy, and subconsciously rubbed them lightly with the back of his hand, thinking that after the ceremony, he would get a bottle of water to wash his hands.

"My eyes are a little itchy. ”

Lin Tian's eyes began to itch, this itchy feeling made him feel that something was not right, it felt as if something was sneaking into his body, and he couldn't tell what it was.

He blinked vigorously, causing some tears to flow from his eyes, and he felt better.

He thought it should be fine, so he didn't bother anymore, and went back to put some eye drops when it itched again.

The soil was soon finished, and a monument was erected.

They burned thick pieces of paper money, filled them with incense, and completed the ritual under the announcement of Ping Po.

Somehow, Lin Tian always felt that there was something wrong with Ping Po's eyes occasionally looking at him, and he couldn't guess why.

Why, the fire on the coffin must be extinguished by Lin Tian himself?

It stands to reason that in the funeral, the son is doing everything for the son, and if the son is not there for the grandson, then the eldest grandson will do it.

His father is still there, and the wheel doesn't care about him, right?

Lin Tian always felt that today's incident was a little weird.