Lu Laohan moved the grave as soon as he said that, even if he pressed the end button on this farce.

Tang Yu snorted: "There are always one or two people in the Lu family who understand. ”

These words are not words of praise, they are very harsh to hear.

Lu Laohan glanced at her, felt his temples jump suddenly, and his intuition told him that this girl was even more difficult to mess with than Lu Xiangyang, and even more unprovoked.

wanted to say something, Tang Yu had already looked at Lu Xiangyang and said, "Brother, go over, delay any longer, it's almost noon." ”

Although it is winter, there is still sunshine, and the sun is hot at noon, and the yang energy of opening the coffin is too strong at this time, which is not appropriate.

Lu Xiangyang also knew this, walked to Lu Jianhua's grave, looked at the name on the wooden sign, and kowtowed three times, each time slamming heavily on the ground.

"Whew. Du Juan covered her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes were full of tears, and her throat was choked.

"Mom. Do you want me to accompany you to the car and sit in the car? Tang Yu asked softly.

Du Juan shook her head.

On the day of the tomb, suddenly the bell rang, and the Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe and a square hat held a rattle bell and a whisk in the other hand, and began to sing, while the rest of the Taoist priests scattered gold and silver paper money all over the sky.

Lu Xiangyang has been kneeling in front of the grave, and only heard the Taoist priest singing: "Lu officials, now there are filial sons and grandsons who move to the auspicious cave for you......"

On the side of the ancestral tomb, the movement was very loud, and almost the entire village came to see the excitement, and when they learned that it was for Lu Jianhua's grave, they were all whispering and discussing.

Some people wanted to get closer and see more clearly, but they were stopped by a few people wearing black suits, who were not easy to mess with, and did not dare to step forward again.

Some people also asked about the people of the Lu family, and Aunt Lu was crying over there, saying something about bullying people and moving graves strongly, and pointed at Lu Xiangyang.

Tang Yu retracted his gaze and stopped looking, but anyone who has points in his heart, just looking at this pomp, knows that it is extraordinary, how can he move Lu Jianhua's grave to a membalistic place.

Sure enough, some people said that it must have moved to the feng shui treasure land of Wangzi and Wangsun, and said that this pomp alone would be very long-lasting.

"Grave ......"

Tang Yu looked over, and the Taoist priest had already stood aside and sorted out the coffin.

Lu Xiangyang also stepped aside and watched his father's grave being dug up, revealing the thin coffin that had lost its paint.

When the coffin was pried open, he saw a neat white bone, his eyes couldn't help but be hot, tears rolled down, and he knelt on the ground again.

"Dad, you forgive me this time. Lu Xiangyang lowered his head and let tears fall to the ground.

Tang Yu watched him kneel there like a mournful little beast, his heart was sour, and his eyes turned red.

Now burials are still popular in the village, so the bone-collecting master invited is very professional, and the whole set of bones is collected and placed in the coffin, and the bones of the human body are placed neatly and neatly, without any omission.

The bones were quickly gathered and covered with a bed of golden silk cloth with runes on it.

Lu Xiangyang didn't put any funeral goods in the coffin, especially in front of so many people, he really wanted to release it, according to Tang Yu's words, he was afraid that it would be stolen on the same day.

Not only did there be no funeral goods, but even the coffin looked quite ordinary on the outside, but the material was ebony, and it was specially brushed with a waterproof coating.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was nailed, a rope was tied, and six big men in black were lifted, while Lu Xiangyang stood in front of the coffin holding a posthumous photo, holding a soul-attracting incense in his hand, ready to leave.

As for the grave that was raised, someone would dispose of it and restore it to its original state, except for the missing grave bag, as if it had never existed.