My master is invincible

Chapter 613 Wind Burial (32)

Entering the mourning hall, since I was the host of the funeral, I couldn't use a hoe, so I arranged for Chen Tiannan and those middle-aged men to start digging the grave.

The process of digging the tomb was relatively easy. In less than half an hour, a rough outline was dug out.Chen Tiannan said he was tired, so he sat down next to me, asked me for a cigarette, and said, "Ninth Brother, the soil here is too loose, will the sandalwood coffin sink if buried?"

I shook my head and said, "It's just that the soil on the surface is a little looser. If you dig a little further, it should be hard."

At this moment, there was a crackling sound outside, which should be the sound of firecrackers being fired by the theater troupe. I greeted Chen Tiannan and told him to look at it, so as not to make the grave too big, and he hummed.

I got up and walked towards the stage, ready to give the troupe a red envelope for the opening.

As soon as he left the mourning hall, he saw Lang Gao setting off a roll of firecrackers on the left side of the stage. There were a few people standing not far from his right. 24 paper, saw me walking past, smiled at me, and did not speak.

When the sound of firecrackers stopped, the class leader cleared his throat and read according to the paper, "Today, with a heavy heart, we deeply mourn a kind and good person, Miss Su Mengke. Miss Su Mengke passed away due to illness on May 2006, 5. Passed away at home on April 14 at the age of 18."

"Today, we mourn Ms. Su Mengke because of her spiritual light of being kind, helpful, honest, and thrifty."

"Miss Su Mengke in the blooming age, like many others of the same age, was diligent and studious, and took her studies as a lifelong priority. However, Wen Quxing saw her amazing beauty and did not endow her with a talent for learning. Just after graduating from junior high school, she dropped out of school and went into business. Her business talent is like the God of Wealth descending to earth, making money every day, and then helping her father manage the company. Ms. Su Mengke has been kind, diligent, kind, and friendly all her life. With her amazing business talent, she let her Father became the richest man in Phoenix."

"We mourn Miss Su Mengke. We must turn grief into strength, learn from her spirit of being kind and helpful to others, and carry forward her spirit. Miss Su Mengke was once a kind person. We must strive to improve and perfect her spirit. , to comfort the spirit of the dead in heaven."

"Rest in peace! Miss Su Mengke! We will always miss you."

After saying the last sentence, the class leader led the people around him to bow three times in the direction of the mourning hall, and motioned Lang Gao to light the firecrackers.

Suddenly, the sound of crackling firecrackers came to mind.

When the sound of firecrackers stopped, the class leader glanced at me, and continued: "As soon as the master shows up, he will know that he is not an ordinary person. His pocket is so bulging, so hurry up and fill up the red envelope."

I knew what he meant, it was asking me to ask for a red envelope, and I was not polite, so I counted 2000 yuan, wrapped it in red paper, and handed it to him as soon as I stepped onto the stage.

He took the red envelope, said another auspicious word, and then called out to start the show.

Soon, the people he brought started singing on the stage, even if there were no audience in the audience, those people sang with extra effort, which shows that the troupe still has professional ethics.

To be honest, I have no interest in going to the theater. After two or three minutes of listening, I gave 3 yuan to each of the troupe.

After wrapping the red envelopes, I focused on the tomb of the mourning hall, and walked towards the mourning hall without stopping.

"Wait!" Just then, a voice came from behind me.

I turned my head and saw that it was Lang Gao and the class leader. They were walking towards me, and it was the class leader who was talking.

I smiled at the class leader and asked him, "What's the matter?"

He nodded and pointed to Lang Gao next to him, "I heard from this brother, are you the Eight Immortals?"

I hummed and didn't speak.

His expression changed, he laughed loudly, and said, "Little brother, I thought you were a job in a song and dance troupe before, but I didn't expect you to be the Eight Immortals who carried the dragon's coffin. Rarely seen."

Then, he gave me a cigarette and asked me: "I want to talk to you about the Eight Immortals, do you have time?"

I froze for a moment, why did he suddenly want to talk to me about the Eight Immortals, so he said, "Do you have an opinion on the Eight Immortals industry?"

He was slightly taken aback, and immediately said: "It's hard to say what you think, but, seeing that you are not very old, you should have entered the industry not long ago. I guess you don't know many things about the Eight Immortals, and I can't be idle. I want to teach you."

When I heard this, my intuition told me that this person had something in his stomach, so I told him, "The grave is being dug in the mourning hall. My friend is a newcomer and I don't know much about it. I'm afraid that something unexpected will happen when digging the grave. Let's talk in the mourning hall for a while." it is good?"

He nodded in satisfaction, and praised: "That's right, the deceased is the most important thing in everything, and he is considered a qualified Eight Immortals."

With that said, I, Lang Gao and the class leader entered the mourning hall.

Just after entering the mourning hall, Chen Tiannan was directing the group of middle-aged men to dig the grave. When he saw us coming in, he greeted us and continued with his work.

Seeing this, I am very relieved. This Chen Tiannan is usually careless, but he is still very serious about funerals. At least he will not stop his actions because of our arrival.

Afterwards, I led the class leader to find an open space and sat down, gave him a cigarette, lit it for him, and asked, "I don't know what you think about the Eight Immortals?"

He took the cigarette, lit it, and said, "Little brother, do you know the origin of the Eight Immortals?"

I was taken aback, the source of the Eight Immortals?When I joined the industry, Lao Wang didn’t tell me, so I asked him, “What’s the source?”

He smiled and said: "Some people say that funerals are unlucky. For the sake of elegance, the person who carries the dragon's coffin is given the nickname 'Eight Immortals'. In fact, it is not the case. Chinese people believe in Taoism. Immortals, the people who carry the dragon coffin in funerals are called the Eight Immortals, which are completely derived from the influence of Taoist culture. Legend has it that the Eight Immortals represent male, female, old, young, rich, noble, poor, and humble. The eight gods are mortals, so their personalities are closer to ordinary people."

Having said that, he stopped, glanced at my face, then at Chen Tiannan, and didn't speak.

Frankly speaking, listening to his words, I was a little confused. I always thought that we Eight Immortals were coffin-bearers, but I didn't expect that the source of our name was actually related to the real Eight Immortals.

Immediately, I immediately asked him: "What is the relationship between this Eight Immortal and that Eight Immortal? Please don't tell me, that Eight Immortal used to carry coffins?"

It seemed that Lang Gao's interest also came. He fixed his eyes on the class leader and said, "What are the Eight Immortals? Where did the name come from?"

(End of this chapter)