My master is invincible

Chapter 1887 Yin Yang Rice (91)

When the rain hits the head of the coffin, princes are born in succession?
I repeated this sentence over and over again, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

If I remember correctly, when I first entered the industry, Lao Wang once told me some things about coffins, such as coffin shops worshiping gods, wanting people to die, and rubbing rouge into coffins, wanting the prince to die wait.

At the beginning, what Old Wang said were some old sayings about coffins, and he also said that sentence, when the rain hits the head of the coffin, princes and princes come forth in generations.

It means that after the coffin is buried, as long as there is running water flowing through one end of the coffin, it will bless future generations.

Of course, this is just a folk saying, and it cannot be taken as true.

However, what I didn't expect was that Yuan Qingtian actually used this sentence to fool Yuan Zhenghua. Moreover, from the geographical location on both sides of the road, as long as the coffin was buried in the middle of the road, with the high mountains on both sides, the underground would definitely Woe to the waters.

However, this is just a folk legend, and it cannot be taken seriously at all.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old driver Huang asked me: "Xiao Jiu, what's wrong? Did you think of something?"

I turned my head and glanced at him, but said nothing.

The old driver Huang sized me up and said in surprise, "Xiao Jiu, what are you carrying?"

I lifted the plastic bag in my hand, shook it, and said softly, "It's nothing, it's just a bowl."

After finishing speaking, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't had time to look at the things I brought from the owner of the breakfast shop. When I got the things earlier, I put them directly in a plastic bag.

Without any hesitation, I immediately took out something, opened it, and saw a book. The strange thing was that there was no writing on the cover of this book. When I opened the cover, I saw a blank sheet of paper, still without any writing.

Hell, what the hell is this old Zheng doing, tossing and turning just to give me a book without writing, isn't that nonsense.

I turned seven or eight pages in one breath, but to my disappointment, there was no writing on the whole book.

This is a wordless book!

wipe!
I cursed secretly, and if I didn't get angry, I was going to throw this book away, and even blamed Old Zheng a little bit.

I thought that Lao Zheng could give me something useful, but who would have thought that he would give me such a wordless book? Isn't that funny to me?

At this moment, the old yellow driver came over with a serious expression on his face, grabbed the wordless book in my hand, stared at it, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Jiu, is this someone sneaking around?" For you?"

I thought about it for a while, and when Old Zheng gave me the wordless book, it was sneaky, so he nodded and didn't say a word, when he heard the old driver Huang's face become more serious, and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Jiu, I'm afraid something big will happen."

Ok?
I was completely stunned and stared at him. Could it be that the old yellow driver could see something through the wordless book, so I asked him: "What did you see?"

He looked up at me for a while, then slowly said: "Xiao Jiu, this thing may seem nothing to you people from other provinces, but it has a lot of background here in Meizhou."

I immediately pricked up my ears and urged him, "What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath, "Do you know what a wordless book is?"

I shook my head and subconsciously replied, "A book without words."

He softly said no, staring at the wordless book, and said: "A book without words, according to our customs, has only one meaning, death."

Ok?
I still didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him, "What does this have to do with death?"

He explained: "Xiao Jiu, we have no taboos here, but after a person dies, the patriarch or village head of some villages will draw a horizontal line on a person's name on the genealogy, which is equivalent to having no words, meaning This person died, and now this wordless book, the entire book, has no words at all, which means that there will be a catastrophe coming, and this catastrophe will make everyone... die."

He gritted his teeth and said the last two words.

As soon as I heard it, I quickly snatched the wordless book from his hand and looked at it carefully for a while. As before, I didn't see anything at all. Instead, I heard the old yellow driver muttering beside him, and he said: "Xiao Jiu, The person I want to send you the letter wants to tell you that this incident has caused a lot of casualties, so you must be cautious."

I nodded, but I still have a doubt in my heart, that is, with Lao Zheng's character, he should not be able to do such a profound thing, and besides, what kind of wordless books are their customs here. We don't care about that at all.

However, when I thought of the fat man next to Old Zheng, I felt that with his many years of experience in the world, he should be able to tell that the old yellow driver was following me.

In other words, the fat man expected that I would show this to the old driver Huang, so he handed me a wordless book.

Thinking of this, I frowned, the matter of the coffin has not been settled, and now I have received a warning from Old Zheng.

What?

What?

For a while, I didn't have any plans in my heart, and I felt that this matter was too difficult.

Wait, didn't Lin Fan say that I only need to do two things, one is to feed three corpses three mouthfuls of yin and yang rice, and the other is to stop Yuan Qingtian, and with Lin Fan's ability, she should have pushed Derived, things may have developed to this point.

In other words, she knew that things would turn out like this, and she just asked me to do these two things well.

This gave me an inexplicable sense of confidence.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, looked at the old driver Huang, and said, "Come on, let's go back to the village to cook."

"Ah!" He didn't seem to understand what I meant, and stared at me, "Xiao Jiu, what time is it now, and you are still in the mood to eat."

I quickly explained to him, "Old Huang, this cooking is not an ordinary meal, no matter what, you have to help me, and what's more, try not to let Yuan Qingtian and others know."

"Why!" he exclaimed.

I didn't explain it to him, the main reason is that explaining it to him must be endless. After all, there are too many things involved in this yin-yang meal. Once it is explained, it will take three days and three nights to explain it clearly.

What's more, I seem to have only three words for this yin and yang rice, but it is extremely difficult to make a bowl of yin and yang rice.

To be honest, I'm not sure if it's me. On the one hand, this yin-yang meal will involve some rituals, and on the other hand, Yuan Qingtian and others should not know about it.

However, the current situation is that we are on his territory.

So, there is nothing I can do.

However, judging from the current situation, only if you choose to believe in Lin Fan, and only if you believe in Lin Fan's words, maybe the whole thing will turn around. Otherwise, the old Huang driver and I will definitely not be able to fix the whole thing thing.

(End of this chapter)