Ai Xiaoluo put away the mixed element soul calling whistle, and he didn't carry it directly on his body, but put it in a yellow bag. Don't underestimate this yellow bag, all the magic tools you carry when you go out are packed here.

Tang Daqiang suddenly roared: "Who is sneaking around outside the door?" He quickly opened the door with a stick in his hand.

The man outside the door scolded, "it! Scare Lao Tzu! ”

Tang Daqiang immediately smiled with a smile on his face, "Oh, isn't this Fourth Uncle Mao?" ”

Ai Xiaoluo heard the conversation in the courtyard and told the fat man to walk out of the house with a few words.

"Big nephew, I'm here to find you." Mao Si said as he took out a piece of red paper from his arms and handed it to Ai Xiaoluo. "Master Guan, let me give this to you."

Ai Xiaoluo nodded, and without saying a word, folded the red paper and put it in his pocket.

Mao Si was surprised, "Why don't you ask Mrs. Shi what she said to me?" ”

Ai Xiao smiled slightly, "Isn't it all written on paper?" You still need to say it. ”

The more Mao Si thought about it, the more scared he became, he secretly opened the red paper and looked at it, there were some strange symbols drawn on it, and there was not a single Chinese character, which was exactly the same as the guide note that Ai Xiaoluo gave him, he felt very weird, and swallowed nervously.

"According to Mrs. Guan's instructions, I buried the yellow skin in the Qingfeng Cave, and after that, Mrs. Shi drew a lot of symbols on this red paper for me to hand over to you, and didn't say anything else."

Before he finished speaking, Ai Xiaoluo's mobile phone rang rapidly......

This mobile phone was bought by his brother when he returned from his cultivation. Ai Xiaoluo looked down and saw that it was his brother calling. An eager voice came from the earpiece: "The second son is coming home soon, grandpa is delirious!" ”

Before I could reply, the phone had already hung up.

His heart was suddenly grasped: his grandfather was sick in bed with a cold in the past two days, and his condition was not as dangerous as his brother said, but his grandfather was 85 years old after all......

He didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly ran home with the yellow bag on his back and slammed the door open......

I saw my parents lying on my grandfather crying bitterly, and my brother wiped his tears and reprimanded: "Grandpa is sick and you are still running away, you are an unfilial son!" ”

He raised his hand to fight, but was stopped by his mother: "Your grandfather has just driven to the west, the old man is like this, and it is providence that the two of them did not meet before their deaths, don't blame him." ”

My brother's name is Ai Xiaoce. The names of the two brothers were given by their grandfather, and together they are called strategies, and he hopes that these two grandchildren will become a wealthy strategist in the future.

Ai Xiaoce said coldly, "Hmph, you know to protect him since you were a child!" When he was a son, he was not qualified, and he only stayed with you for a few years? I've been with you, and you're still biased! ”

The neighbor Aunt Li persuaded: "Brother is a little bit like him, isn't he younger than you?" Your grandfather passed away, and when your brother is still making trouble at home, isn't it a shame? In a moment your daughter-in-law will come and ask her to take you away. ”

Hearing Aunt Li say this, Ai Xiaoce stopped making a sound.

Ai Xiaoluo didn't believe that his grandfather was really dead, and lifted the white cloth covering his head......

Grandpa seemed to fall asleep peacefully, and opened his eyelids to check the light reaction of his pupils......

Dad grabbed his hand: "Bastard, what are you going to do?" ”

Ai Xiaoluo's eyes were red: "Let's see if grandpa is really gone." ”

Mom cried bitterly, "Is this kind of thing fake?" ”

The villagers put their grandfather on the door panel and used two wooden stools to build a temporary Sendai.

The Ai family is more than enough in Huaping Village, and the family is not very wealthy, but it is not overstretched. Dad called someone to set up a spirit shed, and found the Taoist priest of the Ziluo Hall of Chicamel Mountain to surpass the undead. Everything is going on in an intense and orderly manner.

Ai Xiaoluo's eyes were red, and he sat on the kang in a stupid daze......

He remembered the scene of riding on his grandfather's shoulder when he was a child, and remembered the sugar gourd that his grandfather bought for him, and he couldn't help but burst into tears...... The most rare childhood time in his life, with the care of his grandfather, he felt extremely happy and satisfied. Now, his old man has gone to the west, and his grandfather will not hurt him anymore...... The past suddenly poked Ai Xiaoluo's tears, and he covered his face and cried.

The sound of suona sounded in the courtyard, and he wiped his tears and stood in the courtyard, and found that the spirit shed had been built, and more than a dozen small Taoist priests were arranging the dojo in the courtyard.

Ai Xiaoce was very puzzled by his father's actions: "Our second son has just returned from cultivation, why did he invite a group of Taoist priests to overdue?" ”

"Bastard, haven't you heard that your own knife can't cut your own handle? Have you ever seen a master of ceremonies officiate at the funeral of a loved one? ”

was scolded by his father, and he seemed to understand a little: "My daughter-in-law Xiaofen was afraid to attend the funeral, so she won't let her come, right?" ”

This sentence completely angered the father.

"What a unfilial son! You are the eldest grandson, and the granddaughter-in-law does not attend the funeral? Where are you going to put my old face? It's so ignorant! You're four or five years older than your brother, look at how naïve you are doing these things? What a shame! Hurry up and bring Xiaofen back to me from her mother's house! He must attend your grandfather's burial ceremony! ”

Ai Xiaoce's face was black, he didn't dare to disobey his father's orders, and at the same time, he was even more afraid of his daughter-in-law Xiaofen. Xiao Fen is slim and elegant, and she talks about it at home. Ai Xiaoce lived with her, and the housework was basically contracted. Laundry, cooking, babysitting......

Xiaofen lives a very chic life. Greasing and powdering all day long, taking a mobile phone is a meal, going home a little unpleasantly, running back to my parents' house, and not coming back if I don't pick it up.

Ai Xiaoce secretly complained. Asking your daughter-in-law to come back to her grandfather's funeral is harder than ascending to the sky...... It was hard for him.

His father also agreed to Ai Xiaoce's marriage at first, after all, his daughter-in-law's appearance was marked to give the Ai family a long face. But later it turned out that this daughter-in-law was a vase. Farm work is never done, and housework is not done, and the in-laws are treated lukewarmly and respectfully.

Ai Xiaoce muttered, "I'll go back to my parents' house and pick her up......"

In fact, if he can't pick it up, he doesn't have a score in his heart.

There was a noise at the door, and eight strong men carried into a rosewood-colored coffin.

An old Taoist wearing a yellow gossip fairy robe, holding a whisk in his hand, commanded the 8 strong men.

It is said that this coffin is the most expensive one of the coffins in the coffin shop. The coffin is made of African rosewood throughout.

This wood is native to Africa and has a high hardness that rivals that of Indian rosewood. No matter in terms of color and texture, it is not lost to the small-leaved red sandalwood, but the Indian small-leaved red sandalwood is relatively rare, and the price is very expensive, so the African yellow pear has become the preferred wood for valuable coffins.

Lao Dao is in his 50s, and he carries a yellow pocket on his back, which seems to be filled with excessive magic weapons.

When Ai Xiaoluo saw this outfit, he remembered the days when he practiced in Longhu Mountain, and naturally he was a little closer.

The coffin sat north and faced south and was placed in the funeral tent.

Incense sticks and offerings were placed on the offering table, and two huge white candles jumped in flames.

"Where is the immortal master?" Ai Xiaoluo gave a deep salute.