Listening to Lang Gao's question, I thought about it for a while, according to the funeral customs, the son is held by the son, and the son is not held by the nephew. What this means is that if there is a son, the photo will be held by the son, and if the son is not there, or if there is no son, the photo will be held by the descendants of the nephew.

And now the situation is a bit special, Su Mengke has no heirs and no nephews, and this photo has become a difficult thing.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided that I would hold the photo, one is her man, and the other is that my profession is a little special, and I have an aura, presumably holding a photo is not a violation, and more importantly, there is a saying on our side, there is a saying that the funeral between husband and wife, the photo can be held by the main family, and I am the main family of this funeral.

Thinking of this, I said to Lang Gao, "I'll take the photo!" ”

He was slightly stunned, glanced at me, and said, "You need to be at the forefront of holding photos, aren't you worried about Tiannan?" He's the first time he's in the coffin, so you should be watching from the sidelines. ”

"Probably not!" I stopped, looked at Chen Tiannan again, and asked him, "Are you okay?" ”

He thought for a moment and nodded cautiously, "Brother Jiu, don't worry, I've seen your main coffin, and the things you taught me before are all recorded here, it should be no problem." As he spoke, he pointed to his head.

I hummed and patted him heavily on the shoulder, "This is the first time you have been in the coffin since you became the Eight Immortals, as long as you remember one thing, nothing should happen." ”

"Which point?" I asked, giving me a surprised look.

"Sincerity is spirituality, when carrying the coffin, don't think about messy things in your mind, especially women." The last few words, I gritted my teeth and said it, this can't be helped, this thing has a virtue with Guo Fatzi, and his head is full of yellow/color thoughts, so he must be reminded of it.

He smiled and nodded at me without speaking.

Subsequently, we set up the funeral procession, and Lang Gao carried a stool to stand at the door of the mourning hall, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a ceramic jar in the other.

In the mourning hall, Chen Tiannan presided over the coffin, he first tied a pair of thumb-thick dragon ropes on the coffin, and then passed the dragon frame through the dragon rope, and then assigned the position of the personnel to carry the coffin, he assigned himself to the first position on the left side of the coffin, his eyes looked straight ahead, there were small mosquitoes next to him, and the remaining few people were middle-aged men called by Chen Tiannan from Hengyang, they all had a solemn face, and their eyes were staring straight ahead.

Compared with their solemnity, Su Xiaolin looked a little decadent, he stood at the back of the coffin, his hands would occasionally slap the coffin a few times, and some sobs would come out of his mouth, as for some other people, those who carried wreaths carried wreaths, and those who carried 'fetal goods' carried 'fetal goods', crowded the originally empty mourning hall to the brim.

"Brother Jiu!" That Chen Tiannan suddenly called me.

I hummed, walked over to him with the picture, and asked him what was wrong.

"I was a little nervous," he said. ”

I comforted: "There's nothing to be nervous about carrying the coffin, as long as you're sincere, and besides, you must remember what I told you earlier." ”

He nodded, his hands gripping the dragon frame tightly.

Soon, the time reached 19 o'clock, Na Lang Gao took the lead in speaking, he gathered kitchen knives and ceramic pipes with both hands, and said loudly in his mouth: "Here the mourning hall, the most spiritual of the gods, the upper access to the sky, the lower access to the ground, the left society and the right Ji, do not be alarmed, return to the right path, clarify inside and outside, each safe position, prepare for the mourning hall, the Taishang life, the porcelain jar is broken, and the charms avoid it." ”

After saying this, he knocked the porcelain jar three times with his kitchen knife, and then slammed the porcelain jar to the ground.

The porcelain jar shattered and shattered.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of firecrackers, and with the sound of firecrackers, the sound of gongs and drums immediately echoed, and the two voices were intertwined, making the originally deserted mourning hall very lively.

"Tiannan, it's your turn." I pushed Chen Tiannan, according to the custom here, when the eight immortals carry the coffin out of the mourning hall, you need to read a paragraph, the word here is a little different from our Hengyang side, called 'to the spirit', which means that the person who broke the porcelain jar asked the eight immortals some questions, only by answering those questions, can the coffin be put out of the mourning hall, the purpose is to deter the lonely souls and wild ghosts around, of course, some people say that the purpose is to make the funeral more lively.

Chen Tiannan seemed to be really nervous, and a lot of slight sweat appeared in front of his forehead, until I pushed him, he reacted, cleared his throat, and shouted to Lang Gao's position: "Husband, the world is open, the day is auspicious, the lord ordered me to carry the dragon coffin, and I hope that the adults will give way and send them to Penglai Immortal Island." ”

Na Lang Gao looked stunned, waved the kitchen knife in his hand at Chen Tiannan, and asked him, "Where does this coffin come from?" Where does it grow? Eligible to enter Immortal Island? ”

"This wood comes out of Hucheng and grows on Ma'an Mountain, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, which can be called a sacred tree." Chen Tiannan replied. (Hucheng: Our eight immortals generally call Liuzhou Hucheng, in our industry to explain, the pot is filled with water, the coffin is filled with people, and water is wealth, so we call Hucheng has two meanings in it, one is that buying a coffin from Liuzhou is equivalent to buying money back, and the other is to satirize Liuzhou coffin shop is too black-hearted, and the eyes are full of money.) ）

"Which one saw the wood unearthed, and which one grew into wood?" Lang Gao asked again.

"The sun and the moon saw the wood unearthed, and the dew supported the wood to grow into timber." Chen Tiannan replied.

"Who has beaten horses under the tree, and who said that it is good to make a dragon coffin?" Lang Gao asked again.

"Zhang Liang beat the horse under the tree, Zhang Liang cut down the tree, Lu Ban measured the tree, and made a dragon coffin with two feet and four feet." After Chen Tiannan said this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at me, and continued to shout: "Husband, the world is open, the dead please come out, please on the dragon coffin, the black lacquered coffin is black and oily, the blessed people are inside, she doesn't live in the sorghum tile house, and goes straight to Penglai Island, there is a living land on Penglai Island, and the descendants of generations wear court clothes, and the husband is crying in front of him, holding up the photo card with both hands, just for the love of husband and wife in this life."

As he spoke, he stared at me with both eyes, frowned, and said: "The ancients went out of the funeral, wearing a linen gauze hat on their heads, wearing a white dragon robe, a yellow silk and jade belt around their waists, and Liu Bei straw shoes on their feet. ”

I was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly, this guy, I didn't let him come to such a place before, but I just mentioned to him a little that the eight immortals need to talk to the master family when the funeral is out. I thought this guy couldn't remember so many words, but who knows, he was stunned to write it down, and he actually came to such a place with me.

After thinking about it for a while, I kind of understood what he meant, he asked me to say that the coffin was poured with blood, and the purpose should be to let others know about my efforts.