My master is invincible

Chapter 1877 Yin Yang Rice (81)

The old driver Huang frowned when he heard my question, and said in a low voice: "Although I am a local, I have been in Guangzhou all the year round. I don't know the specific customs, but I still know the general customs. .”

Hearing what he said, I breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Old Huang, do you think this is okay? Park the car here first. You and I will live in the village for a few days and watch over it for me. Yuan Qingtian and others, if you find out that they have done something that does not conform to the rules at the funeral, please speak up."

"Ah!" When he heard this, he stared at me in disbelief, and said hesitantly, "You mean to let me watch Yuan Qingtian and others, what about you?"

I smiled bitterly and explained, "I will always be by your side."

"Why!" he asked.

I was not polite, so I explained to him and said: "I am not a local, and I am not clear about the customs on your side. I hope you can check for me."

He was silent for a moment, then looked up towards the direction of the village, and sighed: "Well, just, little brother, you also know that you are a foreigner, and Yuan Qingtian and others are all locals. Once they If you make things difficult for you, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out."

I naturally understand what he means, but under the current situation, I have to take a risk.After all, this matter concerns the entire industry of coffin bearers.

As an Eight Immortal, I have the responsibility to stop this kind of thing, just say: "I believe that evil does not prevail over good."

He stared at me a few times, and said softly: "Little brother, I don't know whether to say you are stupid or stunned. What kind of society is this? How can there be such a saying? But since you have already spoken, I can't save face either, so I'll stay with you in this village for a few days!"

Seeing that he agreed, I was overjoyed and quickly said thank you.

Afterwards, the two of us fiddled with the truck for a while, and planned to drive the truck to the side, and then find some branches to cover the car.

As for the reason, it's very simple. There are corpses in this car, so maybe they can't just put them here.

To be on the safe side, I found another board and wrote a few words on it, "There is a corpse ahead, please detour."

After writing these words, I placed the board obliquely behind the carriage.

After tinkering with these things, the two of us didn't stay long, and walked straight to the village.

When we returned to the village, it was about five o'clock in the evening. Friends who have been in Guangdong should know that five o'clock here is about noon, and there is no tendency for night to fall.

But, I don't know what's going on.This time, when we returned to the village, it was clearly five o'clock, but the whole village was filled with night, which made the whole village look quite dark.

As soon as he entered the village, the old yellow driver stopped, looked into the village, and asked doubtfully, "Little brother, don't you think it's getting dark too quickly?"

He didn't say it, but I also knew that when we were beside the truck, the sun was clearly still shining brightly.

And this village is only a short 300 meters away from the location of the truck. It is said that the two of us walked 300 meters, and it took no more than ten minutes at most. How could the sky get dark so quickly.

At that moment, I couldn't help but stop and said to the old driver Huang: "Go, let's go back to the truck and come back later."

The old driver Huang probably understood what I meant, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Soon, the two of us walked out of the village.

When we got to the location of the truck, the weather here was almost the same as before, the sun was hanging obliquely in the west, and there was no tendency for night to fall.

Mad, what the hell is going on?

Could it be that the village was isolated.

I subconsciously raised my head and looked towards the village, and my feet moved towards the village involuntarily, and the old driver Huang followed.

Just like that, the two of us rushed towards the village again.

When we arrived at the village, the whole village was already pitch black, only some lights illuminated there.

"Little brother, what's the situation? I only heard that there is a kind of weather called, it's raining over there, but it's not raining over here, but it's sunny now, and we're only 300 meters apart. How can the weather change so much?" .” The old yellow driver asked me with a trembling voice.

I looked at him and didn't know what was going on, but my intuition told me that all of this might be related to Mrs. Yuan and the golden coffin.

Of course, this is just my guess. After all, I am already a shadow of a snake with a bow and a bow. Whenever there is any vision, I will immediately think of the corpse of Mrs. Yuan and the golden coffin.

However, I didn't have time to guess here at this time, so I couldn't help walking towards the mourning hall in the village.

When we walked to the edge of the mourning hall, we found a [-]-watt yellow light bulb hanging above the entrance of the mourning hall, illuminating the whole mourning hall in yellow, and at the position of the entrance, I don’t know what Yuan Qingtian was thinking. There were actually two paper figurines on the left and right sides, one male and one female.

This made me look at the old driver Huang, and asked him in a low voice: "Do you have this custom here?"

He hummed, and said in a low voice: "When a relative of mine died, it seemed that a paper doll was also released, saying that it was the gatekeeper, who could suppress the dirty things around him."

I nodded and walked in without saying a word.

When I entered the mourning hall, there was no one there, only an old man in his sixties sitting beside the coffin, drowsy.

Guessing that our footsteps startled him, he opened his eyes, took a look at us, and asked me a few words in standard Hakka dialect.

I didn't understand what he said, but the old driver Huang replied a few words in Hakka.

I asked the old driver Huang, "What are you talking about?"

He said to me: "It's nothing, he just asked us why we came here, and I said we are old-fashioned."

I nodded slightly and didn't say anything else. I went straight to the table in front of the coffin and took three pillars of fragrance and some yellow paper. It's worth mentioning that the yellow paper here is bigger than the yellow paper on our side in Hunan. , there are some incomprehensible things drawn on it. I guess it should be the image of a high-ranking official in the underworld.

The old yellow driver grabbed my arm, shook his head at me, and said in a low voice, "The yellow paper on our side can't be burned now, it has to be burned on the day of the funeral."

As he spoke, he pouted under the table.

I looked along the place and found a round iron bucket under the table, which contained a lot of yellow paper.

Seeing this, I gave a wry smile, and had no choice but to do as the Romans did. First, I put the fragrance in the incense cup on the table, then put the yellow paper into the iron bucket, and finally made three bows towards the coffin.

At the moment of bowing, I found a crucial problem.

There is actually only one coffin in this mourning hall.

(End of this chapter)