Listening to Mr. Fan's words, I was stunned, Qing Xuanzi's opinion was in line with the rules of burial, how did it become a crooked idea in his mouth?

"Mr. Fan, in your opinion, how should this burial be arranged?" I looked at Mr. Fan and asked suspiciously.

Mr. Fan listened to my words and didn't care, but glared at me and said, "In terms of normal burial, this little Taoist priest's idea is right, but you should not forget the particularity of this funeral. If the mother and child coffin are buried first, the feng shui of this land will be dominated by the mother and child coffin, and Shen Jun's coffin has become a supplement, which is inevitably a bit of putting the cart before the horse. ”

I just wanted to open my mouth to defend a few words, but Qing Xuanzi on the side immediately bent down towards Mr. Fan and said, "What Fan Lao taught me is that the trail is upside down, thank you for reminding me." ”

Mr. Fan snorted coldly and said, "If you come up with an idea in the future, you should turn around your mind a few times before saying it, so as not to harm others and yourself." ”

"Yes, follow your old lessons!" The Qing Xuanzi bent down again.

Seeing their conversation, I was very puzzled in my heart, what is the identity of Mr. Fan, who stunned Qing Xuanzi for a moment, and didn't mean to disobey at all.

After thinking about it for a while, he really couldn't think of a reason, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked Mr. Fan how he should be buried.

He said that the funeral should be ordered in an orderly manner, and the priority should not be messed up for some reasons, and the seventh must be printed first, and Shen Jun's coffin must be buried, and then the mother and son coffin must be made.

None of us objected to this, so we began to get busy as he said, and because the coffin of the mother and son had cracked some cracks, the sun rose again, and if it was a little bad luck to let the sun shine into the coffin, we found some black cloth to cover it to block the sun.

As for Shen Jun's coffin, we just blocked it a little with a white cloth, after all, the coffin was intact, and the sunlight would not shine on the deceased.

After getting these things, we were a little hungry, according to the meaning of the flower sister-in-law, go back and order noodles to send us to the mountain, that Mr. Fan's face sank at that time, and said, the burial is a big deal, we must eat and drink well, and we must be honored as guests.

To be honest, I think Mr. Fan is right, the most decent time for our eight immortals is to bury this meal, if you cook some noodles and send them to the mountain to eat, it is indeed a little inappropriate, more importantly, this burial is more hard, there is no physical strength where the energy comes from, the old saying is also said, the people take food as the sky, food is the first thing, how can you eat some noodles casually on the mountain.

At that moment, I said to my sister-in-law: "Why don't I guard on the mountain, and you lead Lao Wang and them back for lunch, and as for dinner, I will personally sponsor you to walk the horse village for a few hundred yuan and give them a good order?" ”

"This..."The sister-in-law was stunned for a moment, her face was embarrassed, and she said: "Chen Baxian, it's not that we don't want to make it right, how can we women at home have so much money, usually men come back, and give 1,2000 living expenses a year, this funeral has squeezed our money almost out, if we do it according to the main meal, what will we live in the second half of the year?" ”

I understand what she means, some women in our countryside are indeed like this, the man leaves one or two thousand living expenses during the Chinese New Year to spend until the end of the year, the man comes back, if there is any emergency, he borrows a little from the east, makes up a little from the west, and returns it at the end of the year.

At that moment, I didn't want to say anything, but after thinking for a while, I said, "It's only about 10 o'clock, I'll get you some money, and you can go to the town to buy some good food to entertain them." ”

After speaking, I touched my pocket, the egg hurt terribly, I had no money, so I had no choice but to borrow some money from those eight immortals, and about 600 yuan was put in the hands of sister-in-law Hua.

She took the 600 yuan, said, 'Good intentions are rewarded', and went straight back to the village, saying that she would come and call us when she cooked the meal.

After Sister-in-law Hua left, we sat on the ground with a group of eight immortals, and talked for a while, which was roughly some rural yellow jokes.

At 1 o'clock at noon, sister-in-law Hua came to the tomb, saying that the meal was ready, and led Lao Wang and them back to the village, and at 3 o'clock, Lao Wang and they came back and brought me some food, which was quite rich.

Afterwards, we started chatting and farting again, and we talked until 7 o'clock in the evening, when Sister-in-law Hua came to the tomb again, and invited Lao Wang and them back to eat as if it was noon.

I don't know what's going on, they ate this meal for a long time, until 10 o'clock in the evening, they returned to the tomb, one by one blushing, drank a lot of wine, especially Lao Wang, vaguely drunk, the first thing to see me was, "Jiu Yanzi, the most worthy thing to show off in my life is to take you into the industry, if you die one day, you also have the capital to show off." ”

Hearing this, my brows furrowed suddenly, and I said angrily: "It's about to be printed seven, and it's unlucky to say that you can't die." ”

He walked up to me, put his arms around my shoulders, the smell of wine was very strong, and said: "Jiu Yanzi, this society is very cruel, a person like you will suffer a big loss in the future, listen to Uncle Wang's words, you must learn to be flexible in order to survive in this society." ”

As he spoke, he burped a few times, tightened my shoulders, and continued: "If there is an afterlife, Uncle Wang will be your master." ”

As soon as the words fell, I don't know if he drank too much, or what's going on, he began to vomit, strangely, what he spit out was very abnormal, there was no residue like food, but some yellow liquid, making it difficult to tell what it was.

As soon as I saw this, I hurriedly helped him to walk towards the big stone behind the tomb, and only after a few steps, Mr. Fan shouted: "Xiao Jiu, it's about to be printed seven, hurry up." ”

I was stunned for a moment, so I called over a Eight Immortals, handed over Lao Wang to him, and asked him to take care of Lao Wang, and then walked up to Mr. Fan and asked him what he needed to prepare.

He glanced at me and said in a deep voice: "Zi Shi Yin Qi, the little Taoist priest of Qing Xuanzi sings the 'Night Song' by you Yin Qi, as for what to prepare, you can do it yourself, and the old man will not interfere." ”

After that, he ignored me, took out his pipe and smoked, I called him several times, and ignored me.

Made, I secretly cursed, this old Mr. Fan is simply a special, and he only says half of everything.

Then, I looked at the time, there was only half an hour left, and I began to arrange Yin Qi's manpower, I first arranged the five people around Shen Jun's coffin, let them face the coffin, and each of them held a willow branch in their hands.

Later, the eight people of the eight doors were arranged behind the five flowers, sitting on the ground, with their backs to the coffin, and each holding a peachwood staff in his hand.