My master is invincible

Chapter 91
The three of us quarreled for a while, but did not reach a consensus. Finally, Qingxuanzi spoke, and he said: "If you choose one of the three of you to go down to the tomb, Xiaodao thinks that Chen Baxian is the most suitable. On the one hand, he is young and stronger than him in terms of strength." You guys are better, and secondly, he is an Eight Immortal, and his luck should be better."

Hearing this, Pharaoh was not convinced, he said: "I am also an Eight Immortal, I have been an Eight Immortal longer than him, and my luck is better than him, I should go down to this tomb, our group of Eight Immortals I can't lose Jiu Yazi."

Qingxuanzi gave up and said: "Old Wang, you have been an Eight Immortal for so many years, but you haven't seen any improvement. Chen Eight Immortal is different. How long has he been an Eight Immortal? He has done several major things. One is to cure evil spirits. Pao, in this regard, Xiaodao is not as good as him. Second, the live burial in Wangzhuang has made a name for itself in our Dongxing Town. When I came to Aozi Village, many people were talking about Chen Eight Immortals, said that there was a capable person in Aozi Village who cured the dying in a coffin, Xiaodao was ashamed to hear this."

"Based on these two points, Chen Baxian should have good luck. The two of you can't compare with him. Xiaodao still suggests that Chen Baxian go to the tomb. Of course, this is just Xiaodao's one-sided words. How to make a decision is up to you to discuss."

After saying this, Qingxuanzi put his hands behind his back, stared at the grave, and ignored us.

"Father, Lao Wang, stop arguing, let me go down!" I knelt down to my father as I spoke, and said in a crying voice, "Father, you and your mother have raised me for 18 years. Your son has never repaid you, but this time you finally found the cause of your mother, so you let your son do something for your mother! I beg you!"

My father looked at me for a long time, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and didn't say a word. Old Wang pushed my father with his hand and said, "Old Chen, since Jiu Yazi has such a filial piety, I can't wait to see you." Let him go to the grave!"

The father threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and said in a fiery tone, "Where is the filial piety? He has considered how I feel as a father? Knowing that there is something wrong with the tomb, I still watch my son go down? What if he comes out? Anyway, what are we doing with his mother! If he is really filial, he should let me go down!"

My father's temper has always been like this. What he said meant that I was not allowed to go down. He was afraid that I would have an accident. He was a bit stubborn and admitted to death. He couldn't explain the reason clearly. I had to be rude and told Lao Wang and the others , "Old Wang, Mr. Gao, you guys took my father away! Hold him down!"

When Lao Wang and the others heard this, taking advantage of his father's inattention, they grabbed his hands and pulled them back. Several people finally subdued his father, one raised his hand and the other raised his foot, and carried his father away , the father scolded angrily: "Old Wang, you one-eyed dragon, if something happens to my nine-year-old son, I will never die with you for the rest of my life! Let me go, let me go!"

After taking my father away, I was about to go down to the grave when there was a crying sound behind me. I was a little puzzled, so I turned around and saw my mother sobbing softly, with Joyce comforting beside her.

Why did I forget about my mother? I called softly, 'Mother', she didn't speak, she was just sobbing in a low voice, I said, "Don't worry, I will be fine, and I will be filial to you in the future! "Speaking, I smiled at my mother.

My mother stopped sobbing, looked up at me, and said in a calm tone, "Jiuyazi, if you dare to go down to the grave, I will roll down this hillside!"

My mother gave me the impression that she didn’t talk much since I was a child, and her concern for me has always been silent. I remember when I was in primary school, I had a fight with my classmates. I didn’t lose that fight, and my classmates didn’t win either. It's a tie, how did I know that the classmate called his mother, she was also a fierce shrew, stopped me on the road after school, without saying a word, just a few big slaps on my face, the burning pain.

After I got home, I told my mother about it. After hearing this, my mother didn’t say anything to comfort me, and let me have a good rest. She was going out for a while. About an hour and a half later, my mother came back with messy hair , There were red spots on several places on her body. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't speak.

When I went back to school the next day, my classmate came to me again with her mother. I was a little shocked when I saw her mother’s face. Her eyes were swollen like bull’s eyes, her face was blue and purple, and her hands were bruised. He was still wearing a plaster cast, and he just apologized to me, saying that he would never dare to hit me again.

I felt a little baffled until I got home and heard the conversation between my father and my mother. I realized that in order to vent my anger on me, my mother beat my classmate fucking hard, and she herself suffered a lot of injuries.

Although our family is poor, my parents can't buy me good toys, good schoolbags, and even new clothes. However, in this home, I feel the warmth of home. Unlike some rich people, money With it, the warmth of home is gone, and the feelings of people have faded.

I love this family, I love my father and mother deeply, and I don't want to see them suffer a little bit of harm. I know that she is serious about my mother's threats. As long as I dare to go down to the grave, she will definitely come down from the hillside. Roll up and down.

I froze on the spot and did not dare to move, when my mother's faint voice came, "I know this disease in my heart, and I know whether I have been cured or not. I see you father and son working hard for my disease. I take advantage of you every night. My father dared to cry when he fell asleep. How many times have I thought about committing suicide, not to burden you father and son, but I am unwilling. I want to see you marry a wife and have children, start a family and start a business. I want to see my son grow up healthy and healthy, and I also want to..."

As I said that, my mother was crying uncontrollably. This may be the first time she confides her heart since she was ill in bed. I blame myself deeply.

I walked over lightly, hugged my mother, and tears welled up in my eyes. They were hot, a little salty, and said in a choked voice: "Mother, don't be too hard on it. I need you to preside over the overall situation, and you must never have the idea of ​​committing suicide." At the end, I cried, like a child of a few years old, and burst into tears.

Ever since I entered the coffin-bearer industry, I have had trouble eating and sleeping every day. When carrying a coffin, I was afraid of offending the deceased and the family by accident. At that time, I was afraid that Wang Jie would not be saved, which would hurt the heart of the master.

At this time, I hugged my mother, and my heart was very peaceful. What I cried was not only my mother's suicidal thoughts, but also the bitterness and helplessness of the coffin bearer. People often only see the superficial scenery, and how many people can See the hard work and dedication behind it.Apart from crying, I found that there was nothing I could do to remedy my present predicament.

(End of this chapter)