In front of the coffin, the eight immortals were ready to go, one by one with solemn faces, waiting for the time to come.

"The hour has come." Ling Yun took out his mobile phone and shook it at the head of the Eight Immortals.

The eight immortals nodded in understanding, slammed a gray clay basin in front of the coffin, and then returned to the ranks of carrying the coffin, shouting: "Listen to my command, one, two, three!" ”

"Hey!"

Bang!

The coffin seemed to rise for a moment, but then all the Eight Immortals felt their shoulders sink, and their knees couldn't help but weaken, and they almost didn't kneel.

This coffin...... Can't lift it up!

The eight immortals have ugly faces, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do. You must know that this coffin can't be put down, it's good, it's good to offend the dead to death.

Ling Yun's face froze, he squatted on the edge of the smashed ash basin and took a look, and said to the Eight Immortals: "Dude, if you fall off the basin again, that guy thinks you didn't fall loudly enough." ”

The Eight Immortals naturally knew that the guy was referring to the person in the coffin, so he hurriedly put down his burden and came over, respectfully kowtowed to the coffin, took the basin, looked at it a few times, and smashed it into the ground with all his might, only to hear a click, and the basin exploded like a bomb.

Maybe the voice was too violent, the coffin shook a few times, Ling Yun smiled when he saw this: "It's okay, you can lift it again, the one in the back, you're okay, right?" ”

The tail of the coffin is the heaviest place, but that place is also the safest place, usually held by the younger man in the Eight Immortals, who has not been in the industry for a long time, and the young man replied: "Don't worry! ”

"Well, that's fine." Ling Yun nodded, grabbed the paper money next to him casually, moistened it with water, put it on top of the coffin, clapped his hands and returned to his seat.

"Listen to me, one, two, three!"

At this time, the eight immortals obviously felt that the coffin had become lighter, and they were smiling happily one by one.

Ling Yun shook his head, walked to the door and threw some paper money, scared away the lonely ghosts around him, and followed the Eight Immortals.

"Lingyun, what are you doing when you break the pot?"

Yun Muling held back this sentence for a long time, she felt strange when she saw the Eight Immortals take a gray basin and fall it before, and just wanted to ask Ling Yun when she saw him leave, at this time it was rare to have a chance, so she asked.

"Customs, according to legend, there used to be an old man who could make a clay pot, the craftsmanship is excellent, no one within a radius of ten miles can compare to his craft, but the old man is stingy, he never passes on his craft, only wants to teach his son, but his son is lazy, he doesn't want to learn, the old man can't do it.

Later, the old man died, and his son had no money to spend, so he wanted to learn from his father to make clay pots and sell them for money, but he couldn't, so he wanted to learn from others, but the old man's stinginess was too famous before, and the surrounding bricklayers were unwilling to teach his son, so he had to think about it, but the clay pots made were crooked, cracked and rough, and no one wanted to burn them.

One year, during the Qingming Festival, everyone else went to the grave to burn paper, and he had no money to buy paper, so he took the unsellable clay pot to his father's grave and threw it, using this method to vent his anger at his father. When others saw it, they all felt strange, so they asked him: Everyone burns paper for the elderly, why did you drop the pot?

He was embarrassed to say, and he didn't say anything. People are curious, the more people don't want to talk about things, the more they want to inquire to the end. When I asked him, he didn't say anything, so he went to his house and asked his wife. His wife is a woman with a clever heart, and she is afraid of embarrassing a man's face by telling the truth, so she lied to them and said: My father has a dream at night and wants a pot.

Others asked: When he arrives in the underworld, what else does he want to do?

His wife said: He wants a pot to drink soup.

Others asked, "What kind of soup do you drink?"

His wife replied: My father said in a dream that people have to drink ** soup when they die, when to drink it, the king of Hades can let him go to take care of his life, and if he doesn't finish drinking, he can't pass the ghost gate, and he has to suffer there all day long.

Others ask again: What is ** soup?

His wife thought for a while and said: **Soup is the dirty water used to wash clothes, faces, and feet all your life when you are alive.

The people who came to inquire took it seriously, and they all bought his basins, and they also went to the grave of their father and mother. The clay pots he burned were quickly sold out.

Later, a capable person thought: As soon as a person dies, he will drop the basin at the funeral, and let the old man take the basin to see Lord Yama to drink ** soup, won't he be able to delay time and suffer less? In this way, he changed to break the basin at the funeral. Because the old man is dead, he doesn't say that he is dead, and he says that he is old, so the pot that falls is called 'old basin'. Later, some people thought: The old man has used so much dirty water in his life, when will he finish drinking it! Just drill some small eyes at the bottom of the basin, let the old man drink and leak, and hide it from Lord Yama. When someone does this, everyone thinks it's a good idea, and they all do it. That's where the pot comes from, you know? However, the eight immortals suffered a crime, and generally the son fell the pot, and he would not have fallen if he hadn't received the money. ”

After saying it in one breath, Ling Yun was also a little out of breath, and suddenly became vigilant, according to Yun Muling, it was a tiger pounce, and he heard a muffled sound, and the coffin was drilled with a pop.

"Guns!"

Ling Yun was stunned, where had he encountered this meeting?

"Ahh

The Eight Immortals were even more panicked, especially the one who carried the tail of the coffin, he was under a lot of pressure, and when he was so frightened, his waist almost broke, but fortunately, Ling Yun reacted quickly, and kicked the coffin up a little with a kick, which did not cause a fracture.

"Mu Ling, quick, hide behind the coffin!"

In a hurry, Ling Yun also ignored his surname, how simple and how to call it, and at the same time, he kept pinching the fingers in his hand, and soon brewed a fireball.

This is the Dao technique that Ling Yun used when he fought with that evil master, and it was a bit similar to the fireball technique, but the difference was that this thing could track and was even more powerful.

Ling Yun knew the direction of the bullet a little, and quietly made a hand, threw the fireball upward, and then pulled Yun Muling and pressed her to the bottom of the coffin.

It was really Yun Muling's speed of climbing too slow, Ling Yun was afraid that she would be suddenly shot so rude, but he didn't expect Yun Muling, who didn't pull over, just glanced at Ling Yun and lay down beside him in a daze.

"Yun Muling? Yun Muling? After shaking Yun Muling twice, Ling Yun found that she was still in that sluggish appearance, and couldn't help but feel a sudden in her heart, could it be that she scared away her soul? It shouldn't be, although Yun Muling has never cultivated his soul, his heart should be much tougher than ordinary people, and he shouldn't be so fragile.

Before Ling Yun could finish thinking, Yun Muling suddenly burst into tears, but Ling Yun was so weird how strange it sounded, how could he hear a little sweetness in this cry?

What she didn't know was that Yun Muling stayed before because she was overjoyed by that "Mu Ling", and she didn't come to her senses for a long time, and now this cry is the fear of bullets.

In a dilapidated building, Kong Ze saw that he couldn't hit a single blow, and he took back the sniper rifle a little stupidly, thinking that the target was too awesome, and he had predicted it so accurately, and glanced at Lingyun carelessly, and suddenly saw a red object flying over, and couldn't help wiping his eyes, what the hell?

"Hmm...... Round, like a ball of fire...... Well? Fireball! ”

Bang!

Kong Ze's gun exploded in an instant, and even his hair burned out, as well as clothes or something, in short, it couldn't be more miserable, but fortunately there was mineral water behind him, although the amount was small, but it could also extinguish some flames, and after Kong Ze rolled nine hundred and eighty-one times, the flames on his body were finally extinguished.

PS: Do you know who Kong Ze is?