My master is invincible

Chapter 95 Moving the Grave (22)

After Qingxuanzi fixed the 'Luo Suo', I handed him a red envelope with 3000 yuan in it. He took the red envelope, squeezed it, returned it, and said, "Chen Baxian, we are half of the same company. I understand etiquette, if you think Xiaodao is okay, take this red envelope back."

I smiled embarrassingly, and said: "I'm superficial!" Then, I took back the red envelope and took out another red envelope from my pocket, which contained 24 yuan. Said a few auspicious words.

Someone will definitely ask, where do you get so many red envelopes in your pocket.Needless to say, when doing this kind of thing, there are so many red envelopes in your pocket. As long as you come to help, this red envelope is indispensable. Therefore, you usually have a lot of red envelopes in your pocket. There is a bag with nothing else in it, just red envelopes.Like a happy event, the owner will also carry a bag, but his bag is used for other people's money.

For the next burial, my father and I knelt beside the tomb. Joyce stood behind us with his mother on his back, while Lang Gao lit a group of firecrackers. Indispensable, but our family is relatively poor and can't afford the high-end consumer goods. It costs tens of dollars for dozens of rings, which is too expensive.

After the first sound of firecrackers, the Eight Immortals lifted the coffin and slowly moved it towards the tomb. Qingxuanzi chanted: "This treasure land is unusual. Jiang Ziya said Longmen Land, Zhuge Liang said Wolongtan, Yuan Tiangang Speaking of Jucai Cave, Li Chunfeng talked about Fushou Spring, I would say that this treasure land is even more extraordinary, Longmen Land, Wolongtan, Jucai Cave, Fushou Spring, there must be real dragons inside, Mr. Chen entered the real dragon head, and his ancestors gave birth to princes. Entering at the waist of the real dragon, the ancestors come out of glory in succession, those who enter the soil are at the tail of the real dragon, the ancestors give birth to the throne in succession, and those who enter the earth are at the legs of the real dragon. Noble man, the number one scholar will come out in succession, great auspiciousness and great fortune, and eternal peace and prosperity for generations to come."

Qingxuanzi recited this passage very slowly. It had to match the progress of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin and falling into the soil. The moment the coffin fell into the tomb, the passage had to be finished just at the moment, neither one second faster nor one second slower. Some deviations are said to cause strange things. Fortunately, the Eight Immortals matched Qingxuanzi very well, and there were no mistakes.

After putting it into the tomb, my father and I took a handful of soil and threw it in. We covered the soil, piled up the grave, and put the sacrificial stones. Our family didn’t have much food left over, so we just had to postpone the erection of the monument. Some weeds around were cleaned up, and three pillars of fragrance were inserted on the grandfather's grave, and some yellow paper was burned, and three pillars of fragrance were also inserted on some of the surrounding graves, and some good words were said on each grave. It means, for the sake of fellow villagers, take care of my grandfather.

After sorting out all the things, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Lang Gao lit a group of firecrackers again, marking the end of moving the grave. After moving the grave, we hurriedly packed some things and returned to the village.

I originally planned to keep Qingxuanzi at home for dinner, and settle the salary by the way. He said that he had some things to do, so I didn't keep him any longer, and settled the salary with him on the way back to the village.Before he left, he reminded me again to go to Quyang together in the spring of next year, and I agreed.

When I got home, my father went to warm up the food and invited the Eight Immortals to have a Thanksgiving meal. I took Guo Fatty and went straight to Lao Wang’s house. As soon as I entered Lao Xiucai’s house, I saw him sitting on the bedside, looking a little tired, and his face was still the same as before. Generally, it's scary.

When he saw us coming in, he smiled and motioned me to go to his bedside. His tone was very slow, and he said, "Jiuzi, do you think your grandpa's grave move went well?"

I nodded, feeling a little puzzled in my heart. I thought that grandpa would definitely encounter many unimaginable things when he moved the grave this time. I didn't know that things would go very smoothly in the future, so I asked him, "What's going on?"

He coughed a few times, supported the bed frame with one hand, and put his hand on my shoulder, and said: "After the drip just now, the old man has another fortune-telling for your family's grave-moving. This time the fortune-telling came out very smoothly. Guess wrong, there are three reasons, one is that you have good luck, the other is that the old man used his life to offset the calamity of raising the coffin, and the third is probably related to Li Zhuang's funeral."

To be honest, I was subconsciously afraid to mention Li Zhuang's funeral, but when it was mentioned again, I immediately asked him: "Is it that kind of fate!"

"Yes, the old man is running out of time now. When he is dying, dare to say that kind of fate. You should pay more attention to the process of carrying the coffin in the future." After finishing speaking, the old scholar coughed again and asked me to light it. A cigarette refreshed him, and I didn't think too much about it, so I lit one for him.

"Old scholar, you can't talk about that kind of fate. You should take a break and don't mention that kind of fate. Even if you presided over the funeral of that kind of fate last time and planted bad karma, I will go to Quyang in the spring of next year. I will ask Mr. Jiang, Based on his knowledge, he should know." I saw that the old scholar was leaning against the head of the bed and seemed uncomfortable, so I moved him and let him lean into my arms.

He took a deep breath of cigarettes, coughed, and said, "Jiuyazi, things are not as simple as you think. That kind of fate is commonly known as 'Sanyuan Dou Zhuanming'. People with this kind of fate will do no harm to me. Those who perform funerals leave deadly wounds."

Without waiting for the old scholar to continue talking, I quickly covered his mouth and said: "Stop talking, I understand all this in my heart, if you keep talking, you will touch that kind of life."

He stretched out his hand and shook my hand vigorously, shook his head violently, and made a very heavy voice, which I roughly analyzed to mean, "Jiu Yazi, if you don't let go of your hand, this old man will never die."

A man who is close to a hundred years old, if he utters the words 'I will die with my eyes closed', if he fails to satisfy his wish, after death, his breath will become evil. He continued, "The so-called Sanyuan refers to a person's life. It is auspicious when a person is born, unlucky when a person reaches middle age, and auspicious when he returns to bed. These three are the inherent fortunes of each person. Yuan, and then divided according to each age group, with ten years old as the dividing point, and divided into inauspicious and auspicious in the middle, which is called the small three yuan. Not everyone can have the three yuan fighting and turning life. The word noon, the key point of this kind of fate lies in the word Zhuan. Once a person with this kind of fate dies, the three elements of good luck, bad luck and good luck will be transferred to the funeral director. It is a kind of grafting in nature, bad luck It will also change position accordingly, from the original auspicious, inauspicious, and auspicious to inauspicious, auspicious, and inauspicious to you."

(End of this chapter)