After the buffalo went on a blind date, he agreed with me to leave for Dongguan the next day.

I went out with my luggage the next morning, and when I saw Uncle Huang hurrying over, he shouted when he saw me from afar.

"Rongchang, the ghost beats the feet, the ghost beats the feet!"

The ghost beating is a strange phenomenon that occurs at the time of the funeral, which basically occurs at the foot of the mountain, and the legs of the eight immortals who carry the coffin are weak and cannot go up the mountain, indicating that the deceased is unwilling to go up the mountain.

The solution is very simple, carry the coffin three times clockwise and counterclockwise to turn the ghost into a dizzy.

The Eight Immortals all know, why did Uncle Huang still come to me?

"It's not okay to go in circles." Knowing what I was thinking, Uncle Huang came to me and waved his hand.

No, no way, I'm going to catch the car, the buffalo will arrive tomorrow for the holiday, and he can't afford to delay.

"Uncle Huang, you also saw that I was going to catch the car, please be smart." I said as I walked forward.

Uncle Huang's eyes widened and he said anxiously: "Rongchang, you are a sacrifice immortal within a radius of twenty miles, go and invite the sacrifice of immortals from afar, it will definitely delay the hour, you can help." I couldn't catch up with Liu Lingzi's car, so I went to beg the big gold tooth with a thick old face and asked him to drive you to the county seat. ”

Big Gold Tooth has a farm vehicle.

This is not good, not only is it a problem of not being able to catch the Liu Yanzi shuttle, but it is also possible that you may not be able to catch the train in the county, do you Uncle Huang have the ability to let the train wait for me?

I waved my hand and firmly refused, without pausing.

Uncle Huang is not entangled.

When I came to the boarding point, the buffalo was already on the shuttle, I went up to sit with him, and not long after, Liu Lingzi started the shuttle bus and drove in the direction of the county seat.

The shuttle bus traveled dozens of meters, and a person wearing linen and filial piety came by bicycle and stopped the shuttle bus and did not let it go.

I know someone named Zhang Mingsheng, a person from Yunshui Village next door to the town, who was funeral at his home today.

Zhang Mingsheng got on the bus, knelt down in front of me, and choked up.

"Rongchang, for the sake of my good relationship with your father, you can help."

He's a generation older than me, how can he afford to kneel? I quickly helped him to his feet and looked at the buffalo in embarrassment.

The buffalo understood the meaning and said heartily: "Rongchang, they are all next-door neighbors, you look down and don't look up, you can help Uncle Zhang, and I will take another day off." After that, he picked up his luggage and got out of the car.

Since I could ask for leave, I followed and got off.

After getting off the bus, I handed over my luggage to the buffalo for safekeeping, got on Zhang Mingsheng's bicycle and left.

Rushed to the scene of the funeral procession, checked and found no problem, the eight immortals carried the coffin is leg and stomach were weak, and I set my eyes on the young man who knocked on the mountain gong.

The boy is from the town named Lu Xiaowei, and he is sixteen years old this year.

The opening gong ranks first in the funeral procession, the tombs on the mountain are more yin and heavy, the main function of the opening gong is to dispel the yin qi, and the gong should be used by the child.

The body of a child can dispel yin energy.

It was Zhang Mingsheng's father who was sent to be buried, and he was very timid when he was alive, and it was estimated that the yin qi on the mountain frightened the yin spirit, so he didn't dare to go up the mountain.

From this point of view, Lu Xiaowei is not a child.

It's hard to say this, I once saw Lu Xiaowei and the deputy mayor's daughter Lianlian kissing in the haystack, it is estimated that the broken boy is also with Lianlian, this must let the deputy mayor know, you have to break Lu Xiaowei's legs.

I am a child, replacing Lu Xiaowei as the opening gong.

Sure enough, there was no such thing as a ghost beating a foot.

After the burial, I went down the mountain to drink thank you wine, and Zhang Ming stiffly gave me 200 yuan, but I had no choice but to accept it.

Today, for some reason, I drank very violently, took off my shirt and exposed my arms to drink with the eight immortals at the same table, and my throat was croaking like a toad.

When the wine was half-drunk, a person came over to toast, claiming to be Zhang Mingsheng's nephew named Jin Bi, the county librarian.

He looks polite and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

After the golden pen toasted, he didn't leave, moved a stool and sat down next to me, saying that he liked the atmosphere here and was happy to drink.

During the drinking, Jin Bi always asked me about trivial things in the funeral, and I answered them one by one, and the more they talked, the more they fell in love, and then talked about legends.

"Brother, there is a record in ancient books that there has been such a thing as a dragon and phoenix burial in history, have you ever heard of it?" After the golden pen finished speaking, he stared at the seven black dots on my right arm.

I was going to answer that it was true, but when I saw him staring at my right arm, I chuckled and replied, "I haven't heard of it." "He is a member of the public family, don't delay tomorrow's trip.

The golden pen withdrew his gaze and took a sip of wine to change the subject.

After thanking the banquet, I staggered away from the banquet scene, passed by a girl, and in a haze, I felt that this girl was the type I liked, and I couldn't help but stop and turn to look at her.

The girl is about 1.65 meters tall, wears a floral dress, and has a slender and beautiful figure.

Sister Hua is a native of Yuanmei Township, fifteen miles away, who opened a Fushou shop that sells dead people's items, and is a part-time lead singer of a Western band, and is about forty years old.

The girl called Sister Hua 'Mom', and affectionately took Sister Hua's hand and walked back, I rubbed my eyes to see the girl's appearance.

A pair of bright mandarin duck eyes, ruddy eye circles like a layer of veil, giving people a hazy beauty of light and darkness, slightly round eyes slightly peach blossom, making people feel docile and affectionate.

The eyelashes are black and long, and the eyebrows are ironed like willow leaves.

The nose is plump and well-proportioned, and the lips are full and warm, and it is sexy.

Sister Hua saw my demented appearance and came to me and said disdainfully.

"Rongchang, my Saitama is a great beauty within a radius of fifty miles, just because you are a poor bastard, it is useless to look at your greed."

After saying that, I rolled my eyes, shook my head proudly, and took Saitama past me.

I was ashamed, but I didn't take my eyes off Saitama.

Uncle Huang came to me and said, "Rongchang, don't think nonsense, Sister Hua will let out the wind and marry Saitama, and the bride price will be 500,000 yuan." ”

Half a million?

It's really not my dish, I can't even take out 50,000, but I have Saitama's imprint in my mind.

The next morning, I rushed to the county seat with the buffalo to buy a train ticket to Shenzhen, and since it was still early, we planned to go to the Internet café next to the train station to pass the time.

Walking out of the gate of the ticket office of the train station, someone called my name, followed the voice, and saw the golden pen with whom we had been drinking yesterday, leaning out of the cab of a Santana and waving his arms at me.

I wondered as I walked towards Santana, and when I got to him, the golden pen put me in the co-pilot.

When I sat down, the golden pen opened his mouth and asked, "Do you want to make a lot of money?" "It's just nonsense.

Don't you want to make a lot of money and need to leave your hometown?

"How do you earn it?" I asked rhetorically.

Jin Bi blinked and said: "I know that you will be buried with a dragon and a phoenix, there is an opportunity in front of me, the owner offers 100,000 yuan, and pays 10,000 yuan in advance, no matter whether it is successful or not, 10,000 yuan does not have to be returned." ”

Is there such a good thing?

I looked at the gold pen suspiciously, he read his eyes, picked up the wallet on the car, counted 1,000 yuan and handed it over, saying, "This is a deposit." ”

It shouldn't be a lie, I was moved, took a thousand yuan, and got out of the car to find a buffalo.

Half an hour later, I came to the Red Apple Hotel in the county seat with the golden pen, and he opened a room for me to stay, telling me not to walk around, and waiting for the owner to come and touch the meridians and acupuncture points.

It seems that Jin Bi knows a lot about dragon and phoenix burials.