On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head.

Today is the funeral of Chengfu. Cheng Zheng got up in the morning, built a greenhouse in the courtyard, set up a paper archway, and the courtyard was full of colorful paper people and paper horses, but it looked much more lively than usual.

Logically speaking, monks are not so particular about funerals. In addition to the monks who are buried according to the rules and ceremonies of the Taoist sect, lay people do not attach as much importance to funerals as the world. Many casual cultivators choose cremation after death, even those who attach importance to etiquette, ordinary children often stop at the first seven days to be buried. Even if it is a foundation building master, it will be at most five seven, but Cheng Zhe's funeral has been delayed until seven seven.

Of course, this is not that Cheng Zhe's identity is particularly noble, but that the aftermath is not handled clearly, which drags down the deceased - there is also such a situation among the people, the rich man is dead, and several sons and wives beat their heads and blood for the family property, and no one pays attention to the old and dead ghosts, let him stop there, and stop it directly. Although Cheng Zhe is a monk, his body was completely preserved after his death, but in terms of chance, he is not much better than those rich people.

Cheng Zheng got up early, holding the spirit flag, standing in the head of the coffin, looking at the people around him indifferently. It stands to reason that everyone should be present today, after all, it is the last and most important scene. Civil, martial, crying, making trouble, whatever ability should be invited out. It's time for the dust to settle today.

The dust settled.

Cheng Zheng looked at the coffin expressionlessly, and repeated this sentence in his heart - it's been too long, let you settle down today.

However, there is something strange about what is happening today.

From the morning, the yard was sparsely populated. Until noon, the courtyard was full of people who were hired to treat the funeral, such as the chief minister, the barman, and the miscellaneous servants, and the monks who came to the funeral could not find a few who could be named, except for some casual cultivators, three or five idle people, etc. Although a lot of money has been spent on this white affair, there are few relatives and friends, and it feels shabby and cold.

Cheng Zheng's face was a little ugly, and he secretly said in his heart: "What's the matter with these bastards, they can't come here now? Do you think that you shouldn't be blocking people at this time, so you won't come? I don't know that they are still ashamed." Did they change the way of worship? If they didn't gather together, how could they be good-looking?

was inexplicably irritable in his heart, and Cheng Zheng even forgot about his sadness. These tortures made him have no strength to be sad, and he just wants to send his father away peacefully, and everything will be said in the future. But he always felt that it was almost impossible for his father's funeral to pass smoothly.

But looking at today's situation, could it be that my father is blessed by the spirit of heaven, after all, he wants to have a peaceful funeral?

Since this is the case, Cheng Zheng said in a flat voice: "Prime minister, hurry up and start, no one is coming." "That minister is an ordinary mortal, where do you understand the unusualness of this white thing, since the family has said it, he raised his voice and shouted: "Point the lord - sacrifice door - out of the spirit -"

At that moment, the drummers blew and blew, and three iron cannons sounded, and twenty-four barmen carried the coffin out of the funeral tent.

The coffin went to the street, and all kinds of drummers, followed by paper people and paper horses, threw paper money along the street, and sprinkled all the way, which was very lively. Cheng Zheng followed behind carrying the spirit flag, and the two of them should have followed him, but it was also saved, his eyes widened as he walked all the way, waiting for others to jump out and stir up trouble at any time. So much so that there were idlers on the side of the street who were watching the excitement and poked their fingers, saying that the filial son of this family was not like words, and the funeral here was not sad at all.

Carrying all the way out of the city, I saw the outside of the city, and saw an incense case for road sacrifice on the side of the street, and a person set up an incense offering next to it.

Cheng Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect that there would really be a road sacrifice, and when he looked at it from a distance, he saw someone standing in the tent in snow-white, burning incense and bowing. It stands to reason that the coffin should be stopped to return the salute, but Cheng Zheng couldn't recognize who this person was, and secondly, he was pressed for time, for fear that those cows, ghosts, snakes and gods would run out and destroy his father's funeral, so he didn't stop the coffin. Just stand by yourself, follow the rules, kneel down and return the salute.

He saluted and got up, but saw that the tent was empty, and the man in white had already left. I regretted a little in my heart - after the road sacrifice, I left quietly, naturally there was no plan. Maybe this person is a true friend of my father, but I don't even see what he looks like.

I don't know if it's a pity, their father and son used to act too lonely, so that after their deaths, they didn't even have a close friend who came to worship.

It's useless to think too much, so it's important to send your father first. Future...... There's no future anyway.

Anyway, where did the little people who were so happy a few days ago go?

Wind Forest View.

The people of Mu, Yan, and Cheng sat in the main room, accompanied by the old road of the wind city, the main wind forest, for two hours.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation is Cheng Bo of the Cheng family, and he is also the only foundation builder. And the Mu family and the Yan family have not yet built the foundation of the Yuan Division. The foundation building master is a good thing in Shangyang County, and one less one dies. The two of them died at once, and the Guangmu family and the Yan family held a family meeting to study how to deal with it, and it would take ten days and half a month, and the next Zhuji Yuan Master could not be sent.

There are four of these three families, all of whom are in charge of this place, except for Cheng Bo and Fengcheng Lao Dao, who sat opposite each other, everyone else sat down, and their faces were somewhat unsightly. It's not so much a matter of seating arrangement, it's this inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

They were summoned by the watcher's messenger, and they were summoned by the blocked door early in the morning, and said very urgently, telling them to come to the Fenglin Temple at dawn to wait, and they waited for such a long time, and they did not see the figure of the watcher.

Since these three principals can sit in the position of principals, their brains are naturally stupid, and they don't understand it at first, but then they understand that if the messenger is not deliberately arranging the score, or they are trapped, they are in disguise here, delaying time.

What time did you delay? I figured it out with my heels, it must be because it was Cheng Zhe's funeral. Pancheng has the ability to make trouble, if it is not for the three Mu Yan families, and the three heads of these three families are detained here, naturally no one will dare to make trouble.

What does it mean to be a watchful messenger?

Everyone is at a loss for the second monk, to say that these days, the messenger of the watch opened a market here, said to collect filial piety, and made an unknown number of transactions with everyone. But no one got the letter. Now that it's time for the funeral, he has played this hand again, what is he going to do?

Don't you go to Cheng Zhe's funeral to make trouble? This answer is ridiculous, isn't it? Changlin Lao Dao admits money and doesn't recognize people, Cheng Zhe can't jump out of the coffin and give him money, why should he maintain Cheng Zhe's funeral?

Everyone is confused, but it is not impossible to know that there is a Windy City old road here, isn't it? The wind city old road is better than Changlin Road, and everyone agrees that it is universally recognized. Changlin Dao people only take money and don't do things, and the old Dao of Windy City takes how much money and how many things he does.

Cheng Ji stood up and said, "Senior of Windy City, I don't know how long I have to wait?"

The Wind City Dao people snorted, Cheng Ji pushed a Qiankun bag over, and the Wind City Dao people took a look at it and found that the amount in it was enough, nodded, and said, "Brother Cheng came over with his ears, I have something important to tell you." ”

The heads of the Mu family and the Yan family scolded in their hearts, but in desperation, they had to take out the spirit stone together and said, "I also want to hear about it, and ask the seniors to give advice." ”

The Daoist of Wind City said with a smile: "Let's go, we are all Dao friends of the same county, what else do we have to share with each other? Let me tell you, in fact, the envoy is not here." ”

Everyone almost stood up together, and the other three remembered that they were in the Dao entry period, and the Dao people in Fengcheng were still a little jealous, Cheng Bo had already snorted coldly: "Daoyou, the joke is too big, right?"

The old man of Windy City smiled, took out an object from his sleeve, which was a jade plate, and said, "Have you seen it, this is the order of the Lord of the Watch, and the envoy is urgently ordered to go to Xicheng on business." ”

All eyes were fixed on the piece of paper. If Changlin Daoren is here, he should be able to recognize that this is an order forged by him to deceive Cheng Jun to replace him.

Cheng Ji said: "What does the messenger mean by leaving us here?"

Windy City said: "What's so strange about that? Today is a critical day, but he has something to do and can't be on the scene." If someone takes advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, and when he is away, he fights for the ugly man, and makes a deal with each other, and he will do something about him? He will never allow this to happen. So no one is allowed to leave today. Stay here, wait for him to come back after three days, and then put this matter on the table, and everyone will be divided into high and low, then everything will be fine. ”

Everyone fell into a stupor, and the head of the Yan family said, "This matter ...... Tell us directly, what are you going to do in such a roundabout way?"

The old man of Windy City said: "Well, of course, the envoy has a plan. ”

Cheng Bo said: "Fengcheng Daoyou, you take out this letter, aren't you afraid that Changlin Daoyou will blame you?"

Old Fengcheng said: "How is that possible? Changlin Daoyou personally handed me this letter and instructed me to sell it at the right price, and he said that a few Daoists would definitely donate generously. Now that the money here is going to be added to him, will he still blame me?"

Everyone said in their hearts:! This old ghost sat in the coffin and stretched out his hand—he wanted money to die.

Mu Yan's two monks asked the truth, and the surname Suo was not in a hurry, and they picked up the tea together and tasted it carefully. Three days late is three days late. Anyway, what they want is benefits, and it doesn't matter whether Cheng Zhe's funeral goes or not. If you go forcibly, not only will it be useless, but you will also offend the envoy, so why do you need to do more?

Cheng Ji and Cheng Bo glanced at each other, suddenly got up, and said, "I'll go...... Make it easy. ”

Everyone was stunned, Cheng Ji was also a monk at the peak of the Dao Initiation Period, and he had been in the Valley for many years, what kind of joke was he making when he said such a thing?

The Daoist of Wind City smiled: "Fellow Daoist, please." ”

Cheng Ji went out, watched left and right, and saw that the entourage was not around, so he couldn't help but feel anxious for a while, and suddenly saw his son wandering around the courtyard, and hurriedly beckoned: "Qin'er, come here." ”

Cheng Qin walked over, after he was whipped a few times by Feng Yizhen on his face, he still had a scab, he didn't like to come out to see people, but because it was Cheng Zhe's funeral, he could make a big fuss, so he reluctantly went out, who knew that he was summoned to this ghost place halfway, and he was already impatient. Then he ran over and said, "Dad, what's wrong?"

Cheng Ji said: "Uncle Bo and I can't leave. You go and think of a way to prevent Cheng Zhe from being buried. ”

Cheng Qin was stupid and said, "What...... How to stop it?"

As soon as Cheng Ji was about to speak, he listened to Fengcheng Daodao: "Cheng Daoyou can find the toilet? It must be that you haven't been on the toilet for too long, and some don't know how to use it, so I'll ask Tong'er to take you there." ”

Cheng Ji was in a hurry, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about what's going on, anyway, you have to stop it, go quickly." ”

Cheng Zheng saw that the coffin fell into the pit, and suddenly sadness came from it, and his tears were dried.

My father finally left him. Send him away yourself, and the most important mission is over.

There is one less reason why you can't die.

It's a pity that it's not the right time, wait until ...... Seeing that the mound of soil was about to be pushed down, someone suddenly shouted: "You can't bury it!"

(To be continued)