Aunt Liu wiped away her tears and said, "Village chief, it's past noon today, let's bury it tomorrow!" ”

"Well, then tomorrow morning, and the burial can only be in the morning, not at noon, by the way, sister-in-law, your family...... Don't you set up a few tables for the funeral? ”

"No, the village chief, everything is simple! The money saved is useful! ”

"Okay, then I understand, I'll arrange it, I also have Mr. Yinyang's phone number."

After saying that, the old village chief got up and was about to go out, taking out a box of cigarettes from his pocket as he walked.

Bai Yuean suddenly stopped the old village chief.

"Old village chief, please stay!"

The village chief turned around, and he noticed that there was a pair of men and women in the house who were dressed inappropriately here, although both of them were wearing masks, judging from the exposed eyes, this was also a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

The village chief first came to the conclusion that Bai Yuean and Yang Mi should be from the county seat, and they may be relatives of the Xiao Zhao family.

"You two have something to do with me?" The old village chief asked Bai Yuean suspiciously.

"Village chief, I also know some Yin and Yang techniques, so you don't have to look for Mr. Yin and Yang, I can do this job and save some money."

The old village chief looked Bai Yue'an up and down, no matter how he looked, he didn't feel like Mr. Yin and Yang.

"Listen to the accent, you're from the north, right?" The old village chief asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, village chief, I am from Panlongshan, Donglin City."

"One place and one custom, our Mr. Yin and Yang here is not called Mr. Black, it's different, we call it Bai Shi Zhibin."

After speaking, the old village chief walked out of the house directly.

Bai Yuean volunteered, but was poured cold water, Yang Mi reminded him that if he wanted to follow the customs, there were many differences between the north and the south.

In the evening, Bai Yuean and Yang Mi went to the town in a van and found a small hotel that only charges 30 yuan a day.

There's really nothing to pick about where to stay, and there's only one hotel in town.

If it is replaced by a tabloid reporter who adds fuel and vinegar to the report, Yang Mi specified that the hot search will be booked again.

Song Xiaoyue and Aunt Liu tried their best to keep them staying at home, but his house had a total of three rooms, and until Bai Yuean and the others left, relatives came one after another, and it seemed that they were all going to stay overnight.

If they don't find a place to sleep, they may not even have a place to stand there.

Lying on the bed in the small hotel, Bai Yue'an hugged Yang Mi's soft body tightly.

The bumpy road between the two during the day made them both a little sleepy.

But at this moment, neither of them really could sleep, because there were bursts of shouts of love between men and women next door, which caused the two of them to sleep peacefully.

After more than half an hour, the next room was still lingering, and the sound was getting louder and louder.

Yang Mi pointed to the wall next door and asked Bai Yue'an in a low voice, "Are you uncomfortable?" Do you want us to ...... too?"

Bai Yuean smiled and shook her head slightly, "No, dear!" Tomorrow I will go to the graveyard, and although no evil will invade me, I will try to keep my energy and yang energy full. ”

"Okay then." Yang Mi pouted in some disappointment.

After Bai Yuean knew Yang Mi's careful thoughts, he reluctantly went out to wash his right hand.

After a while, the noise in the small hotel was multiplied by 2 decibels.

……

The next day, Bai Yue'an woke up Yang Mi, who was still very tired, early, because Xiao Zhao's ashes were likely to be buried very early.

Before the car drove to Weizi Village, Bai Yuean could hear the wailing horn in the car.

When he arrived at Xiao Zhao's house, the funeral people in the village had already gathered at his doorstep.

Bai Yuean let Yang Mi stay in the car, and he went to the cemetery with the other men.

The funeral procession stood at the gate of Xiao Zhao's house, Mr. Bai Shi was an old man with a round frame, wearing a gray gown, dark skin, and he didn't look very pleasing to the eye.

Mr. Hakushi glanced at the watch on his wrist, and then shouted at the funeral procession behind him......

"The day is auspicious and the time is good, the heaven and the earth are free from disasters, the dead will be lifted, I will take advantage of the way today to send out the mourners!"

"Relatives and friends of the funeral, please stand behind the line and follow me to see off the soul of the Zhao family!"

Next to Mr. Bai Shi, there were more than a dozen little boys, all of them dressed in linen and filial piety, one of them was a tall and thin boy holding the ash jar, and several children were wiping their tears.

Bai Yue thought with peace of mind, I didn't expect Xiao Zhao to have so many juniors in the village, these children are very sad, it seems that Xiao Zhao usually appoints them very well.

Women are not allowed to go to the cemetery for burial, so there are more than a dozen little girls standing in the courtyard of Xiao Zhao's house, and girls love to cry more, so there are more people who wipe their tears than boys.

As the trumpet began to play mourning music, a boy threw the ashes and the mourning procession began to walk towards the tomb.

The tomb is far from the village, and it takes about twenty minutes to walk.

Except for the dozen or so children in front of them who were very sad, the rest of the men chatted while talking, and bursts of laughter came from time to time.

Bai Yue'an recited the Death Mantra to the dead soul in his heart, and when he heard the people behind him laughing, he didn't get angry, he just felt that they were noisy.

Bai Yuean knows a truth very well, that is, a person's life and death are just a reason for a party to drink in the eyes of others, and they have to take money out of their pockets and put it on the ceremonial table.

If it weren't for a close friend, who would really grieve for the deceased for how long? There's no need to ask everyone to be sad.

The adults are waiting to smoke and drink, Mr. Bai Shi is waiting to finish the burial process quickly, and the money will be in hand, and the others are waiting to hurry up to start the banquet, and when they should go home and sleep after eating, and go to work when they should go to work.

Only the close relatives of the deceased will feel like they are living their lives.

Although Bai Yue'an thought clearly, she didn't feel that the world was not worth it, without the world, how could we have a place to cultivate ourselves?

The uphill and downhill mountain road made Bai Yue'an, who hadn't exercised much for a long time, a little difficult to walk.

While reciting the death mantra in his mouth, Bai Yuean observed the surrounding terrain.

Suddenly, the mourning procession stopped, and Bai Yuean looked forward, and it turned out that he had already arrived at the place.

A few young men arranged by the old village chief stood in the graveyard in front of them, each with a shovel in his hand, and it seemed that the pit had been dug deep enough.

Bai Yue'an frowned slightly, and he quickly walked towards Bai Shizhibin's side.

"Uncle, why did the village put the tomb here, I observed that the foot of the mountain over there is the best feng shui treasure land, there is flowing water in front of the mountain, the mountain is yang, the water is yin, yin and yang are harmonized, that place does not need to go over to take a closer look, it is an excellent cemetery choice, if you are buried there, future generations will be blessed and longevity."

Bai Shizhibin glanced at Bai Yuean with disdain, and ignored him, then turned around and greeted the funeral procession behind him, and continued to walk his own process.

Bai Yuean went to find the old village chief again, and he told the old village chief what he had just said to Bai Shizhibin again.

"Village chief, let's walk to the bottom of the mountain for about 15 minutes at most, why aren't the dead in the village buried there?"

After listening to Bai Yue'an's words, the old village chief looked at Bai Yue'an again.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to really order something!" The village chief said in a low voice.

"Uh...... A little understood, a little understood. "Bai Yue'an has always been very humble.

"Although I don't know much feng shui, I also know that it is better to be buried over there than here."

"Oh? Old village chief, what do you think? Bai Yuean asked curiously.

"Because the land over there was bought by a rich merchant many years ago, and the people in the village can't go to the mountain even if they collect firewood."

The old village chief didn't tell Bai Yue'an in detail, because there were many things on the scene that he needed to order.

Bai Shizhibin read it in his mouth one by one, and the men followed the prompts step by step.

Bai Yue'an, who was standing next to him, looked at it more and more wrongly, and he hurriedly walked to Bai Shizhibin's side again.

"Uncle, stop for a moment, I have something to say!"

"You're not done, are you?" Bai Shizhi said that everyone looked here.

The old village chief on the side also hurriedly walked over, "Young man, let's talk about it after the burial!" The dead are the greatest, so it's best not to make trouble here. ”

Bai Yuean was speechless, "Old village chief, I just found that something was wrong, when did I make trouble?" ”

"Something is wrong, tell me quickly! If you miss the best time for burial, I'm afraid you can't afford it! ”

"Old village chief, this concentrated tomb site selected in our village, feng shui is definitely the worst, this is a short-lived and premature place!"

After Bai Yue'an finished speaking, the old village chief didn't respond, and Bai Shizhibin, who was standing on the side, instantly exploded.

"What nonsense are you talking about! What a short life! When you were buried, you said such unlucky things, you have a grudge against the deceased, right? ”

Bai Yuean sneered, "Hehe, bury Xiao Zhao here, I think you have a grudge against him!" If you're not mistaken, this tomb in the village was chosen by you, a half-hanger, right? ”

"Who do you say? Believe it or not, I hit you? Well? ”

Bai Shizhibin had long seen Bai Yue'an unpleasant, and he raised his hand to fight Bai Yue'an, but was stopped by the old village chief.

"Young man, then tell me what is wrong with this tomb." The old village chief looked at the time on his watch, and then continued, "Hurry up, it's the auspicious time for burial soon." ”

In Panlong Mountain, although Bai Yue'an had never chosen a cemetery for others, but looking at these problems, he came as soon as he opened his mouth, as simple as one plus one equals two......

"Three or five meters to the ground at the mouth, it is unlucky to die in a short life."

"The road in front of the grave is sandwiched, and the short-lived death is punishable by Sangma."

"If you see a river pond five meters in front of the grave, you will die if you are immersed in the water."

"The grave is on the north-south road in the east, and it is difficult to keep people in car accidents."

"Half-hung white matter, these things I said were all occupied by the cemetery you picked, I seriously doubt that if you don't choose this cemetery, Xiao Zhao will not die in the car at all!"