Before you know it, it's already two o'clock.

With the order of the Taoist priest who danced the big drama, the cries of dozens of people in the main family reached their peak.

An old-timer who led the funeral process waved at the eight immortals waiting next to the coffin, and at that moment, all eight people including Guang Da Niu got up, came to the position assigned in advance, and carried the coffin with their shoulders.

"See you off!"

With a shout, dozens of members of the main family kowtowed in unison.

The sun fell, and Daddy Guang and the others watched intently at Bai Shi's dominance, and he flipped his palm and made a starting gesture.

"Up!"

At that moment, the eight immortals, who had already accumulated strength, shouted in unison, and at the same time made a tacit understanding and preparation, and lifted the coffin.

"Mountaineering!"

The leader shouted, and a group of children holding wreaths and leading the way bamboo immediately set off and walked in the direction of the burial.

The gong sounded, and the eight immortals moved.

The dearest members of the lord's family wept in grief and followed.

Nearly 100 queues also climbed the mountain together.

But just as the coffin was about to leave the square, the eight immortals carrying the coffin suddenly changed their faces, their legs were trapped in place as if they were stuck in the quagmire, and at the same time, the coffin on their shoulders was like pouring cement, and the weight suddenly increased sharply, pressing their muscles and sweating profusely.

"What's wrong?"

The people who followed behind saw that they suddenly stagnated, and asked suspiciously.

The leader of the white things in front of him turned his head as if he felt something, and when he saw that they were all pale, he couldn't help frowning and said:

"Hurry up and climb the mountain, don't miss the hour!"

The light father at the front trembled his legs, gritted his teeth and said:

"Uncle Li, this, this coffin is suddenly so heavy!"

"How heavy?"

The dominant brow furrowed slightly, looked at the big bull on the side, and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him gritting his teeth and insisting.

Lao Guang is a civil servant, and after going to the county seat, he didn't do the crop work, and it is normal for him to have less strength.

But the big cow is really facing the loess with his back to the sky, with great strength, this endurance is also enough, has always been a good hand at carrying the coffin, except for the occasional heavy rain and muddy road will seem more difficult, but it has never been like now, sweating and trembling legs.

"Uncle Li, I, I can't hold on anymore!"

At this time, the voice of the Eight Immortals in the back also came, and his tone was a little trembling.

The rest of the people, too.

This change made the accompanying queue look dazed, but the faces of the leader and some old people in the village changed greatly, and hurriedly shouted:

"Quick, Guohua, Likun, you, you all go up to help, don't let the coffin fall!"

In this custom, there is a taboo called falling coffin.

If the coffin has just started and falls to the ground before even the square has been walked out, it means that the deceased cannot walk on Huangquan Road below and cannot be reincarnated.

Although rural knowledge is now popularized, but the older generation's hearts, there are still some feudal superstitions, the words of the younger generations, but also know that you can not believe but do not disrespect the truth, with the anxious shouting of several old people, a group of middle-aged strong men present immediately rushed up.

Eight people carried the coffin, and it became fifteen people at once, but it was a pity that the coffin was shorter, otherwise there would have been a few people going up.

"I'm dripping my mother, why is it so heavy?"

"It's like it's filled with cement!"

"Uncle Li, something is wrong!"

The few people who went up behind turned pale all of a sudden, and shouted anxiously.

The queue of 100 people who climbed the mountain were all nervous when they heard the sound.

"What's the situation? Isn't it a ghost pressing the coffin?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if there are really ghosts in this world, won't it be chaotic?"

"Who is talking nonsense? Have you read the news of Tianjing? There are all immortals, and there can't be ghosts just by being stunned?"

"Don't say it, Ah Ping died a strange death, maybe it's really ......"

A group of people muttered, looking at the coffin with some fear in their eyes.

The leading Uncle Li was also unusual, and said to a woman beside him:

"Quick, go to the ancestral hall and call the Taoist priest to come. ”

After finishing the method and preparing to climb the mountain, the Taoist priest went back to the ancestral hall to pack his things.

"Good. ”

The woman didn't dare to delay, so she ran towards the ancestral hall, and after a while, she ran back with a Taoist priest with a bag on her back panting.

The Taoist priest saw that more than a dozen people were sweating profusely and their legs trembled under the pressure of the coffin, his face suddenly panicked, and he knew that there must be something taboo here, so he hurriedly trotted to the coffin, jumped around on tiptoe, and recited a strange mantra, and then said to the relatives of the master's family:

"Quick, promise him, promise him. ”

"Answer, promise what?"

The main family looked flustered and puzzled.

The Taoist priest's face changed, and he said:

"Whatever it is, just say yes, say yes. ”

When the main family heard this, they immediately bowed down to the coffin one by one, crying and saying yes, yes, yes, listen to you, and so on.

But, in fact, no one knows what the contents of the coffin say.

Including that Taoist priest.

He only knew that when he touched the coffin, it should be that the deceased had some unfulfilled wishes, so the main family could just agree.

But, apparently, it didn't work.

"Hurry up, it's so heavy!"

The group of people carrying the coffin shouted anxiously.

The Taoist priest's face changed, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and suddenly patted his head and said:

"It shouldn't be a coffin, it's a coffin!"

"What is a coffin?"

"It's a lonely ghost, watching others have to be buried, I don't feel happy, and I hold the coffin. ”

"So what to do?"

The Taoist priest thought for a while, and shouted with a solemn face:

"Willow branches, who has willow branches?"

"I have it at home!"

A baby in her early teens raised her hand.

The Taoist priest hurriedly said:

"Quick, go get one. ”

"Good!"

The little baby was very sensible, and ran towards the house.

"You guys, go and help them!"

The leader saw that the legs of the dozen or so coffin-carrying people trembled, and he hurriedly said something to the crowd next to him.

Immediately, a few more people rushed forward, and there was no place, so they directly supported their shoulders.

"Light Daddy ......"

Xu Wenting, who was outside the court, saw that her father was so pressed that her whole back was bowed, her legs and stomach were trembling, and she was still gritting her teeth and insisting, and she couldn't help but feel so distressed that her eyes were red.

"By the way, Xiao Guangguang, you ......"

She suddenly remembered that her brother's current skills were amazing, and she turned her head and asked him to go up and help. Unexpectedly, only then did he find out that Xu Yiming was gone.

Her eyes changed, and she looked around, but she couldn't find Xu Yiming's figure.

"Where did you go?"

Xu Wenting was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

By this time, the child who had gone home to pick willow branches had already run over.

"Give. ”

Panting, he handed the bare willow branch to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest looked at the willow branches that had no leaves because of the season, clenched his fists as if cheering, looked at the coffin with firm eyes, and shouted:

"Disperse quickly, otherwise, it will hurt you!"

It didn't work, the coffin was still as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He took a deep breath, and immediately rushed up, carrying a willow branch and slapping the coffin, and after pumping this way, he ran to that side, as if to drive away all the dirt.

(End of chapter)