My master is invincible

Chapter 903 Colorful Coffin (26)

As soon as I found out that the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword had been stolen, I first called Lang Gao, and he gave me a very direct answer, saying that he would report to the police station.

I disagree, mainly because the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword is not made by outsiders, but by people inside our Eight Immortals Palace.

At this point in my thoughts, a name came to my mind, Han Jingui.

Without any hesitation, I immediately dialed Han Jingui's phone, but no one answered after it rang for a long time. I made eight or nine calls in a row, but no one answered.

Until the tenth phone call, a woman's voice came, and the voice was very magnetic, saying: "Xiao Jiu! Lao Gui forgot to bring his mobile phone when he went to Shanghe Village. What can you do with him?"

I thought for a while, said casually that I was fine, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

After hanging up the phone, I sat on the bed with the scabbard in my arms in a daze, Made, who stole my sword while I was not at home?
To say that this Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword is probably an antique in the hands of ordinary people. The Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword must not be lost.

Once the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword is lost, it will undoubtedly be a blasphemy against Lu Zu, and it will even affect the luck of the Eight Immortals Palace.

Ma De, let me curse secretly, if it is stolen by the Eight Immortals, it is nothing more than peeping at the position of the lord of the Eight Immortals Palace. If it is stolen by outsiders, nine out of ten it will be sold as an antique.If it was stolen by someone, there is a huge crowd, where the hell am I going to find it!

For a while, I felt uncomfortable all over, so I searched again at home, but was very disappointed, the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword was really lost.

In desperation, I immediately went to the neighbors next door and asked if they had noticed any suspicious people approaching my house. The neighbor told me that not long after I left, someone did approach my house. It seemed that there were more than a dozen people. , the leader of which was Han Jingui.

Hearing this, I was a little confused. Could it be that Han Jingui stole the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword?

I thought for a while, if Han Jingui stole the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword, he should not be able to sell the sword with his heart.The reason is that during Han Jingui's tenure as Palace Master, the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword has been kept by him. If he wanted to sell it, he would have sold it long ago. There is no need to wait until now to sell it secretly.

So, he is stealing the sword now, most likely to force me to abdicate. To put it bluntly, he wants to be the palace lord.

I sneered, didn't speak, thanked the neighbor uncle, and rushed straight to Shanghe Village.

It was about 2 o'clock in the morning, and I came to Shanghe Village.

The difference between Shanghe Village and Xiahe Village is only one word, but their economic conditions are very different. All the mud brick houses, especially the main house, are crumbling, as if a heavy rain can wash away the main house.Sometimes I really want to say that a village with capable people is still helpful to the whole village.

Perhaps it is just like this. When some people have money, they often like to invest in and build their hometowns. This is a good trend and it is worth promoting.

When they first entered the village, Lang Gao and the others seemed to be busy with opening the road tomorrow in the main room, while Song Guangliang's descendants were sitting on a flat in front of the main room, as if arguing about something, surrounded by many people, probably some relatives of the deceased .

"No, you can't do this in funerals! You must find out the cause of your father's death."

"Let's check the hammer. It must be the dog who died. Take him to see the officer."

"It's such a society, and I still believe in that set of superstitions."

"I don't believe in superstition, what kind of funeral are you going to do, just burn the corpse and finish the matter, so that future generations will not worry."

Listening to their quarrel, I shook my head and smiled wryly, saying that every family has its own hard-to-read scriptures, which is not wrong at all, every family seems to be very harmonious, however, few people know the troubles of the family.

Immediately, I walked towards them.

When those people saw me coming, they stopped arguing immediately, and a young man in his early twenties came over.I have seen this young man. When he was fighting for the funeral in the Palace of Eight Immortals, this young man was among them. When he entered the door, he told me that he hoped that I would handle the funeral.

"Chen Baxian, you've come!" The man shook my hand and stuffed me with another red envelope.

I stretched out my hand and squeezed it. It was estimated to be 200 yuan. I was not polite, put away the red envelope, and asked him, "Where are you?"

He smiled awkwardly and said, "This is not a place to talk, let's go home first."

I hummed, and walked forward behind him, and there were several people behind me, all of whom should be relatives of the deceased.

At this moment, Lang Gao seemed to notice that I was coming, and shouted, "Ninth brother, are you here!"

I stopped in my tracks and responded.

In less than a few seconds, Lang Gao ran out from the main room, first nodded to Song Guangliang as a sign of courtesy, then pulled me, and said, "Ninth brother, come here, I have something to do with you."

I wanted to ask him what was the matter, but when I saw Lang Gao's expression was not right, I had to smile apologetically at the master and asked the master to wait for a while, then followed Lang Gao to a fairly remote place.

"Brother, what can't you say in front of the Lord?" I asked suspiciously.

He thought for a while, raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the main room, and said, "Brother Nine, I have a question that I've always wanted to ask you!!"

"Huh?" I was taken aback, motioning for him to continue.

He said: "Ninth brother, what basis do you have for the deceased to open the way tomorrow?"

When he said this, Lang Gao's tone was a bit weird.

This confuses me a lot. Generally, when it comes to funerals, as long as I say it, Lang Gao will follow my instructions, but now his tone seems to be questioning me.

At the moment, I asked him: "Why do you say that?"

Without thinking about it, he said, "Brother Nine, when I came to Shanghe Village, someone stopped me and told me about the rules of the dead during the Ching Ming Festival, saying that Song Guangliang died a little strangely, and it's best to wait until the Ching Ming Festival is completely over before doing the funeral." .”

Upon hearing this, I glanced at him in surprise, let the Ching Ming Festival be over?Is it too long?You must know that there has always been a saying that the Qingming Festival is three days in the morning and seven days in the evening, which means that the three days before and the seven days after Qingming Festival are considered Qingming Festival.

If the Ching Ming Festival is really over, it will take at least five more days. By then, the corpse will probably stink, and funerals are the most taboo, especially in the case of Song Guangliang. The best way is to bury the corpse as soon as possible For safety, the longer it is placed in the main room, the heavier the evil spirit will be.

"No!" I directly rejected Lang Gao's proposal.

He gave a wry smile and said, "Ninth Brother, there is nothing you can do. That You Shusong has used some means to persuade the master to agree to hold funerals for the deceased on the seventh day after Qingming Festival."

"Crap!" I cursed secretly, and said, "Isn't this nonsense? If there is any change in the deceased, who the hell is responsible for it?"

(End of this chapter)