The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 20: The Feng Shui of Huolang Family is to cut off her life

The so-called sealing of the coffin means closing the coffin lid. Once it is closed, the coffin cannot be opened again. In other words, seeing the deceased person for the last time before closing the coffin is the real last time.

But there are some rules for closing the coffin. People whose zodiac signs conflict with the deceased's birth date must avoid it, and pregnant women are not allowed to participate to avoid being disturbed. So some people from the Lang family were not present. At least Lang Jiuchuan did not see the fourth young lady from the first wife, and his aunt and a cousin from the third wife were not there either.

In the mourning hall, the Taoist priest in Taoist robes was already following the procedures. When Lang Jiuchuan appeared, most of the Lang family members were already present, and many people's eyes were on her.

"She didn't fulfill her filial duties when she should have, and she hid away from everyone for a whole day and night. Now the whole family is waiting for her." Lang Cailing muttered.

Lang Caiyao whispered, "The elders are all here, so Seventh Sister should say less."

Lang Cailing snorted, curled her lips, glared at Lang Jiuchuan, and her eyes fell on her waist again. What was that hanging there? It was dark and heavy. Was it a bell dug out from some pit in the earth?
Really rustic.

"Ninth sister, come here quickly." Wu waved to Lang Jiuchuan.

Lang Jiuchuan automatically and consciously stood at the seat of his grandchildren, watching with interest the Taoist priest in the mourning hall going through the process with the Taoist bell.

The sound of chanting scriptures never ceases.

But compared to the first time I arrived and heard the scriptures, when my soul felt like it was being hammered repeatedly and wanted to leave my body, now that I have the treasure pressing on me, all those discomforts are gone.

This thing really makes me prosperous.

Lang Jiuchuan played with the imperial bell on his waist with his hands down, feeling satisfied.

Her hand pressing the Emperor Bell suddenly paused, her eyes as sharp as knives, she looked at the hand of the Taoist priest with a mustache, her eyes narrowed.

Interestingly, a Taoist priest who specializes in handling funeral ceremonies actually held an evil object in front of everyone. Is this a deception or a boldness due to his skill?
No matter which one it is, there is only one purpose, this guy with a mustache is going to cause trouble.

But who did the Lang family offend that even a funeral was not spared? Are they trying to trick them?
This play is a must-see!
Lang Jiuchuan stared at the Taoist's movements and suddenly felt something was wrong. When she saw the Lang family's shallow merits and fortune avoiding the evil spirit, her mind exploded.

No, she is already a daughter of the Lang family. If she uses this evil thing to mess with the old man in the coffin, once the coffin is carried to the ancestral tomb and buried, the Feng Shui of the Lang family will be ruined in the future. How can it be said that it can protect the descendants of the family? It will be over sooner or later! When it is over, if it is serious, she will die or be injured, and if it is minor, she will be unlucky. Although she can go to the underworld to cause trouble if she really dies, why does she have to die again and again?
One glory and one glory.

The other party is trying to cut off my chance of making a living by gaining merit for free.

Thinking of this, Lang Jiuchuan's face turned cold, and her whole body exuded an icy breath like frost and snow, which made Wu beside her shiver.

The day is getting colder and colder.

"The dust and dirt are eliminated, the nine orifices receive the spirits, the ancestors are liberated, and all can become immortals. Mortals can stay away." The Taoist priest rang the bell, took a yellow talisman and stuck it on the old man's forehead, and asked the Lang family to turn around and avoid it, meaning not to worry about it, so that the old man can pass away without worries instead of staying in the world because of the relatives' concerns.

No one objected and everyone turned around, except Lang Jiuchuan, who remained motionless.

"Ninth sister." Mrs. Wu quickly tugged at her sleeve.

When Lang Zhengping, who was in front, saw this, his eyelids jumped. At this critical moment of sealing the coffin, would this girl do something else?

Cui frowned and moved her lips at her in a warning.

Don't do it.

Lang Jiuchuan pretended not to see anything and walked out of the team under everyone's astonished stares.

Lang Cailing was startled and whispered, "What are you doing? Why don't you come back? This is not the time for you to play." She even reached out to grab Lang Jiuchuan. This crazy person should act crazy in appropriate occasions. In the current situation, she still wants to act like a demon. Even if she is the only child in the second room, her father will send her to the ancestral hall to kneel for seven days and seven nights.

No, there’s no need for Dad to do anything, Second Aunt will punish her severely.

Lang Jiuchuan avoided Lang Cailing's hand and walked straight towards the Taoist priest, but when she came to the elder, Cui held her hand.

Cui grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard, saying, "What are you doing? Behave yourself."

Lang Jiuchuan looked down at the hand, turned it slightly, and broke free. She looked at Lang Zhengping who was glaring at her and said, "There's something wrong with that Taoist priest."

Her voice was cold, but it was like a sharp blade that pierced Lang Zhengping's eardrum.

What does that mean? Is there something wrong with that Taoist priest?

Lang Zhengping turned around instantly. The Taoist priest was bending over and sticking yellow talismans inside the coffin. He seemed to have noticed something and was flustered for a moment when he turned his head, but he quickly returned to normal, frowned, and stood up straight.

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb the old friends? A good man shouldn't look back, lest the deceased be sad about his reincarnation." The Taoist said with a sullen face.

Seeing him like this, Lang Zhengping subconsciously wanted to bow and apologize, but Lang Jiuchuan walked away.

The man with the mustache's eyelids twitched a few times.

Cui quickly caught up with her and stopped her: "No matter what nonsense you learned in the manor, this is not the place for you to show off. If you don't want to stay here, go back to your room."

She is just a child, how could she understand funeral rites?

Hearing these cold words, Lang Jiuchuan suddenly became angry and said in a cold tone: "I believe it, you are indeed not my mother."

Cui's hands froze, her pupils shrank suddenly, and emotions swirled in her eyes.

Lang Jiuchuan added: "Even if I'm not the daughter you like, I haven't done anything unforgivable to you, right? Even though we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, you are so disgusted and indifferent to a little girl for no reason. Isn't that too much, Madam Cui?"

Regardless of whether the original body was her daughter or not, Cui's reaction was too cold and harsh. What did the original body do wrong? Did she kill her entire family or forcibly deprive her of the status of her biological daughter? Even if it was the latter, how could an "abandoned child" receive any honor and pampering? Besides, wasn't it enough to exile her for more than ten years without any care from her?

Cui's face was pale, and her already thin body seemed to be shaky.

Lang Jiuchuan ignored her. If it weren't for the fact that her broken body still needed to be patched up by the Lang family's kindness, she would not have bothered to care about this matter.

Besides, since she could clearly share the merit, why did Cui say that she was not a member of the Lang family?

It's really a blind spot!
No, she can't hold her anger. She is weak and too much anger will harm her body.

I don't know if the Taoist priest was frightened when he saw Lang Jiuchuan coming, but he moved his hand slightly, flicked his whisk violently, and said loudly: "Filial son and virtuous grandson, kneel down, kowtow three times, and close the coffin."

Two young Taoist priests, whose hair were tied into small buns with cloth strips, immediately lifted the coffin lid to close it.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you just confessing yourself?" Lang Jiuchuan picked up a filial stick, spun around, and hit the young Taoist priest who was closest to the coffin.

(End of this chapter)