Sun Weiwei laughed, "Big brother, you're so bad."

At the door of the mourning shed, the gray-faced monk handed a thick wad of money to the old woman.

The old woman was greatly surprised, "Master, what are you doing with so much money?"

The great monk was so frightened that he was about to cry, and said tremblingly: "Old sister, you didn't tell me that your son is really the Buddha's big disciple."

"When we first went back, we were taught a lesson by the Buddha because we received your money!"

"This money is for our forgiveness!"

"Old sister, when you look back and see the Buddha, say two good words to the Buddha for us, so that he will not be like us."

The old woman held the money, and her originally red eyes gradually lost their tears.

She was skeptical, and even with joy in her voice, "My son has really become a Buddha?"

"Isn't it?"

At this moment, the voice of the great monk was still trembling.

In a trembling voice, he said, "The Buddha was as tall as a mountain, and his whole body was covered in gold, as if it were made of golden lumps."

"He can crush us all to death with one hand."

"No! If I think about it any more, my legs are still weak!"

After the great monk handed over the money, he ran away in dismay.

The old woman was clutching her heavy purse, and her emotions were extremely complicated.

The coffin bearer stepped forward and said, "Old man, it's almost time, you light a guiding light, and we will send your child on the road!"

"Okay, let's go."

According to local customs, if a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, the parents must walk ahead with a lantern so that the child will not find his way home.

We also followed the burial procession to a small hillside a mile away.

The small hillside is close to the water in the north, and the big river echoes in the south, which is a good feng shui treasure land.

At this time, the person who was responsible for digging the pit in the cemetery had not yet dug it.

The craftsman carrying the coffin urged, "The auspicious time is still half a o'clock away, can you hurry up?"

The four craftsmen digging the pit below said bitterly, "We want to be fast, but there are all stones underneath, and the chisel can't move!"

I quietly took out the Thousand Chill Iron Knife from the storage bag.

"Uncle let me go, I'll help you."

I jumped out of the grave and cut the stone into pieces like a knife cut tofu by dividing it by two, so much so that I could shovel it out with a shovel.

The people above were dumbfounded.

The craftsman who excavated the grave exclaimed, "Young man, your knife is really a treasure, and it is worth a lot of money!"

"I don't know, it's a family heirloom."

After digging the grave, I jumped up and carried the coffin with the help of the others.

All the steps are done, which is the final filling link.

The old woman looked at me with some guilt, "Young man, you have done me a great favor, I really don't know how to thank you."

"No thanks, I should have done it."

After doing my last favor, I asked, "Can you give me one last look at Brother Mumu before the burial?"

"You've got a heart, look."

The coffin was opened, and the neatly dressed wooden wood lay inside, clean and clean, as if he had fallen asleep.

I mainly look at Mumu's feet, as well as the nails.

The wooden wood that moved the coffin yesterday was covered in mud, and after stepping on a muddy mountain road, the soles of his shoes should be all muddy.

But the wood in the coffin was clean and clean, obviously not made by his corpse.

So...... What about the soul?

I took advantage of the crowd's inattention, and lowered my head and opened Mu Mu's eyelids.

His pupils were completely dilated, and the corners of his eyes were white, indicating that his soul had already been taken away.

The body lay motionless in the coffin, and the soul had been gone at least two days ago.

It's really strange, what the hell was it that went to carry the coffin last night!