Holy Bone

Chapter 698 Three Coffins
When the Song family heard that someone had come to deliver the coffin to their daughter, they all turned pale with anger.

"What did you say!
"Someone is here to deliver the coffin!"

Song Haichuan was furious: "Knowing that my daughter is going to be in mourning today, these people still dare to make fun of my daughter, they are simply bastards!"

"Nonsense!" Even the elders of the Song family were so angry that they hit their crutches hard.

Then he glared at the servant who was trembling with fright, and sternly shouted: "What are you doing standing there, take a few people and drive them away immediately! Our Song family has enough things to do today, so we don't have time to go any further." Deal with these charlatans!"

When this kind of thing happened, how could the whole Song family not be angry? Everyone in the world respected the dead, and no jerk would make fun of the dead. This had already touched the bottom line of human nature, especially when it was related to Song's reputation.

"Yes, yes, yes... I will immediately lead people to drive away those troublesome Taoist priests." The servant, who was sweating profusely after being reprimanded, hurriedly called several guards to prepare to drive them down the mountain.

At this time, the old housekeeper of the Song family suddenly came out and called the famous family member Ding: "Ah Fu, which Taoist temple did you say the two priests came from?"

The old butler of the Song family wanted to confirm again.

Jia Ding: "Go back to the housekeeper, they claim to be from the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera."

The old housekeeper: "One of them is surnamed Jin and the other is surnamed Chen?"

The servant bowed his head: "This... I was in a hurry, and I forgot to ask just now."

The old housekeeper asked again: "Those two Taoist priests are one old and one young. The old man is about 50 years old, and the young one is in his early twenties?"

Hearing this, the servant Ding looked at the old housekeeper in surprise, and repeatedly said that it was them: "Butler, do you know the five internal organs Taoist temple? Do you know these two Taoist priests?"

"Ah Fu, you stay here first, I'll go and have a few words with the master." After finishing speaking, the old butler walked to Song Haichuan's side and whispered something in his ear.

Song Haichuan looked puzzled: "Is this really the case?"

The old housekeeper nodded.

The old butler served the three generations of the Song family, and won Song Haichuan's trust. Song Haichuan frowned and thought for a moment, and then told the servant named A Fu: "Bring the two priests over here."

Watching the family member leave in a hurry, the funeral procession gathered in front of Miss Song's cemetery started buzzing with discussions. They all guessed what the old housekeeper had said to make the head of the Song family change his mind so quickly?

"Five Viscera Taoist Temple... Why does this name sound so familiar, where have I heard it vaguely?"

"Huh? When you mention it like that, I also feel a sense of familiarity, but I just can't remember where I heard it..."

As we waited, the buzz of discussions in the funeral procession increased.

"Today is the day of Zhizhi's burial. Someone delivered Zhizhi's coffin. It's not obvious that he is here to find fault. He almost pointed at our Song family's nose and said that he is here to send the Song family to die. I really don't understand why uncle tolerated this kind of behavior." People, and they plan to take the initiative to meet each other." A junior of the Song family muttered.

"Don't say you don't understand, even we all want to understand. I don't know what the butler said to our uncle just now, which made the uncle change his mind so quickly...Third butler, you have a lot of contact with the butler at work. At most, have you ever heard the steward mention the Taoist temple of the five internal organs?"

The younger generations of the Song family all looked at the person known as the third steward.

The third housekeeper's real name is Shi Baocheng, although he is a housekeeper, he is a servant, and has not yet been given a surname by his master.

The chief steward was given a surname by the master's family, and he was an internal servant of the Song family. The internal servant was mainly responsible for all affairs of the family and the inner courtyard.If they are trusted by the master, they can also take care of the business with the master and take charge of gold, silver and money. This is the main difference between internal servants and external servants.

The third housekeeper has two beards, he likes to bend over when talking, and he often has a flattering smile on his face. This kind of person is good at flattery and tact in dealing with the world. Said: "Mr. Jin, what you said is a bit embarrassing for the young one. Although the young one can be regarded as the housekeeper of the Song family, he is just a servant girl who leads the horse for the young master and miss, and manages a servant girl who can be counted by two slaps under his hand. The servant who can't even get close to the master, compared with the servant like the big steward, is like a world away, how can the big steward associate with people of low status like us."

Just when these young men and women dragged the third butler Shi Baocheng to continue asking questions, the servant who had gone down the mountain had already brought two Taoist priests, one old and one young, up the mountain. A big cart with things stacked on top of it was tightly covered with a cloth at the moment.

This pair of Taoist priests, one old and one young, went to Song's house to deliver the coffin early in the morning, but the old Taoist priest and Jin An were left empty.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun finally caught up. Fortunately, Ms. Song and Ms. Caixia have not been buried yet, otherwise this case will really be a final conclusion, and nothing will come to an end." Before approaching, the old Taoist had already seen the cemetery. The white coffin, Xing Xing said.

This remark was heard by the Song family, which immediately caused dissatisfaction and scolded them. They didn't give the old Taoist a good look, and the old Taoist knew that he had made a slip of the tongue because he was too excited, so he immediately shut up.

"Old butler, we meet again."

"This is Mr. Song and Mrs. Song, please forgive Ms. Song."

Jin An first clasped his fists at the old butler, then turned his head and clasped his fists at the graceful Mrs. Song Haichuan.

Song Haichuan still had a grudge against sending the coffin, and he was very wary of Jin An and the old Taoist priest. Facing Jin An's initiative to greet him, he didn't respond, but the Song family's big housekeeper was in charge of sending the message: "Sure enough, it's Jin An Daoist An and Daoist Chen, I have met the two Daoist priests."

The head steward of the Song family hurriedly clasped his fists in return, and the folks still respect Taoist priests very much.

After saluting each other, the head steward asked suspiciously: "I heard that the two priests are coming to deliver the coffin to our young lady. Is there such a thing?"

Jin An nodded: "It is true. To be precise, I sent three coffins today."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar everywhere.

"Isn't Zhizhi's cousin going to the funeral today? Why are you sending three coffins? Did the Taoist say something wrong?"

"Could this Taoist still predict that two more people will die in our Song family today?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was immediately besieged by crowds, and everyone said angrily: "I'm so lucky, the cemetery is so dark, don't say such unlucky words!"

"If you really want to die, it will be you, a bitch like a woman, first!"

At this time, another weak voice sounded in the crowd, and as a result, the corners of everyone's eyes twitched in fright as soon as this person said it. They all shut their mouths and did not dare to speak indiscriminately. Including Uncle and Auntie, there are exactly three coffins, maybe the Taoist Temple of the Five Viscera really came to die for Uncle's family..."

This person immediately chatted to death, and everyone stopped talking to him, and each of them stretched their necks and looked at Jin An curiously.

"Presumptuous!" Song Haichuan was furious, he didn't call his servants to chase him away on the spot, he had already restrained himself.

"You said you sent three coffins, but I would like to ask, who are you giving them to?"

Jin An replied neither humble nor overbearing: "We were entrusted by someone to send two newly nailed coffins to Miss Song and Miss Caixia who died."

That's why Jin An wasted time and came late. There were not so many white coffins in the coffin shop. He wanted to find someone to order two new white coffins, but when he arrived at Song's house, he found that Miss Song had already passed the funeral.And because the servants of the Song family refused to reveal to outsiders where Miss Song's graveyard was, they asked people along the way and finally caught up.

Song Haichuan snorted coldly: "There is already a coffin, don't bother you, who is the other coffin for?"

Jin An: "It's the iron bolt for the butcher of the sixth household in the fifth lane of Jiutan Street, Shengpingfang, south of the city."

As he spoke, he lifted off the cloth strip on Dacheshan, revealing three coffins, one yellow and the other white.

This time, the gunpowder barrel was directly ignited, and all the Song family members present exploded directly, all of them bursting into anger, wielding hoes and hatchets to kill Jin An and the old Taoist priest.

"It's no wonder what happened to our Song family today. It turns out that you, a monster, are trying to confuse the crowd. You even carried the murderer's coffin to my cousin's grave. How can my cousin die in peace!"

If it wasn't for the old housekeeper of the Song family standing beside Jin An and the old Taoist priest, these enthusiastic people would have greeted them with hoes, hatchets, and poles in their hands.

Even if the old housekeeper had a good impression of Jin An and the old Taoist priest, he frowned at this time: "Master Jin An, although you burned joss sticks and paper money for our lady yesterday, today is our lady's funeral and burial day. Isn't it too much to say this kind of thing? Your behavior today not only made our lady die with regret, but also dug out the heart of the old lady who was given to a black-haired man by a white-haired man, and once again burned on the fire. ...Hey, it really shouldn't be!"

"What's the point of talking to them? Those who make fun of the dead and insult the dead should be killed directly!" The Song family was excited, and their eyes seemed to spit fire.

Jin An was not weak in his verbal battle with hundreds of people: "You keep saying that you want to uphold justice for Miss Song and let her go to the grave, but have you ever asked Miss Song what she thinks?"

It was fine if Jin An didn't explain, but this explanation ignited the explosive barrel again, and the Song family was furious, scolding Jin An for being immoral, how can they talk when they are dead.

At this time, the old Taoist stood up and fought with Jin An to a hundred people: "The rope broke and the coffin fell to the ground. What do you think this means?"

"Fellow daoists, ordinary people may not know what this means, you should be clear, right?"

The old Taoist priest looked at the middle-aged Taoist priests.

As early as on the way up the mountain, Jin An and the old Taoist had already heard Song Jiajia Ding talk about the strange things that happened along the way.

"This……"

Several Taoist priests hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "The coffin fell to the ground, and the resentment is hard to appease. It's not because someone killed him, the resentment is too heavy, or there are unfulfilled wishes and unfinished things in life, and I don't want to be buried."

The old Taoist was aggressive: "If the burial is forced, what will be the consequences?"

The other party did not hide anything, and solemnly replied: "In less than a month, the dead body will definitely change! At least it will affect the feng shui of the ancestral land, such as the roots of the tree are rotten, no matter how big the family business will be withered quickly, at the worst...kill all the immediate family members. Because of the relationship of blood, and because the memories of relatives are preserved the most, zombies will first find their relatives or find the murderer first and then their relatives when they are raised."

These words frightened the Song family present, everyone backed up, gave up a large open space, and stopped yelling to kill Jin'an and the old Taoist priest.

Seeing that people were flustered, the Taoist priests explained: "We just asked Master Song and Mrs. Song if Miss Song had any unfulfilled wishes in her lifetime. Both Master Song and Mrs. Song said no, so we brothers and sisters discussed it. Excuse me, it is not suitable to bury Miss Song today, I am going to take Miss Song back to the mourning hall first."

The old Taoist: "Fortunately, several fellow Taoists are sensible and did not rush to bury Miss Song, otherwise this great injustice case will really be settled!"

Those Taoist priests frowned: "What do you mean by these words?"

At this time, Jin An pushed away the crowd blocking the way, walked to Miss Song's coffin that fell on the ground, and put his palm on the coffin lid, expressing regret: "I know the pain in your heart, and I also know that you are complaining about the butcher. I also know that the pig butcher was wronged by the world, and the truth of the case is nothing more tragic than death..."

"So, today I bring the butcher to see Miss Song and Miss Caixia, just to avenge the butcher, and to catch the real culprit for Miss Song and Miss Caixia. Evil comes with evil, isn't it?" It's not time to report!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Everyone present was dumbfounded by Jin An's words, and their scalps went numb.

Isn't the butcher the real murderer?

The real culprit is someone else?

Was the pig butcher wronged by others?

Thinking of this, a current surged from the tailbone to the forehead, and someone in the crowd exclaimed: "I remembered the Taoist temple of the five internal organs! Not long ago, two Taoist priests carried the coffin to the door in the case of a poisonous woman who killed three lives. To the real culprit!"

Being said so, the crowd of the Song family caused even bigger riots, and more people remembered this incident, which caused quite a stir a few days ago.

What happened next convinced everyone even more. Jin An lit three sticks of incense sticks and inserted them in the gap of the coffin lid of Miss Song's coffin. Miss Song responded.

boom!
The crowd erupted into a louder hum, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

Even those Taoist priests showed solemn expressions: "It seems that Miss Song does have grievances to complain about."

"Daoist, are you saying that the real culprit who killed my daughter is still at large!" Song Haichuan was both shocked and angry. At this time, his attitude towards Jin'an had changed greatly. This time he changed his name to Daoist.

"I hope the priest will tell who is the real culprit who killed my daughter, so that the two of us can give our daughter an explanation!" Song Haichuan's attitude towards Jin An has changed greatly at this time. An and the old Taoist made a big gift.

Hey.

"Miss Song, you are also a kind-hearted person. I remember that the pig butcher refused to go to the ground for peace. It's a pity that the beauty is so unlucky. Don't worry, I will be there for everything." Jin An patted the coffin lid lightly again, as if comfort.

Then he turned around and looked around at everyone present, and finally looked at Song Haichuan: "Boss Song, there should be an ice cellar for storing melons and fruits in Song's house, right?"

Although it is not clear what the Song Family Ice Cellar has to do with catching the real culprit, Song Haichuan quickly put away his grief after years of ups and downs in the business world, and replied calmly: "Yes, in order to prevent the melons and fruits from smelling like meat, to ensure the safety of the melons and fruits." Sweet taste, my Song family has a total of three ice cellars."

Jin An asked again: "Can everyone enter the Song Family Ice Cellar?"

Song Haichuan shook his head: "No."

Jin An: "If someone goes in and out of the ice cellar and takes away the ice, is there an account book?"

Song Haichuan nodded affirmatively this time: "That's natural. It's not easy to make ice in the ice cellar, and it costs a lot of money. However, there is an account book for every entry and exit in my Song Family's ice cellar."

(End of this chapter)