My master is invincible

Chapter 964 Colorful Coffin (87)

Through Song Guangming's narration, I roughly knew some things. First, the brothers planned to tie up the descendants of the deceased, saying that they wanted to bury the pair of children alive in the back mountain.

I asked him why.

He said that all these actions were in accordance with You Shusong's request.

I asked him again if the four people who died were related to the colorful coffin.

He said, according to You Shusong, five people will die in this colorful coffin.

I asked him who the fifth person who died was.

He said he didn't know, which made me fall into deep thought, and I didn't ask him again, so I asked the old man for the birth date of the deceased's first relative, and roughly calculated it.

I found that among the four people in front of me, Song Xixi, Song Hua and the stranger, the birth dates of the three coincided with the five-element life, but Xiang Shuiqin's horoscope did not seem to be the five-element life. As for the grandchildren of the deceased, I also forgot For a moment, their birthday horoscope does not belong to the five elements.

This made me very puzzled. According to the rules of the colorful coffin, only those who correspond to the Five Elements will suffer this disaster. However, Xiang Shuiqin's horoscope is not included in the Five Elements. Why did he die tragically?

Weird, weird!

Just as I was in a daze for a while, the old man came over, and he said to Song Guangming first, "You brothers go back first, remember one sentence, people are doing what the sky is watching, if you have evil thoughts, don't blame the old man for not being sympathetic. "

"Yes, I taught the old man a lesson." Song Guangming felt relieved, thanked the old man quickly, and walked towards the room with his brothers.

Seeing that they were about to leave, I suddenly remembered something and called out, "Wait."

"What?" Song Guangming stopped and looked at me suspiciously.

"I want to ask you, who killed your nephew?" I asked.

"Song Hua!" He left such a sentence, turned around and walked into the room.

Looking at their backs, I felt as if I had knocked over a five-flavored bottle. I could feel everything. I remembered that Song Hua told me that it was his uncles who killed the man. Unexpectedly, the truth was that Song Hua killed him himself. that person's.

This huge gap made me a little disappointed. I don't know why Song Hua killed that person, and I don't know what kind of grievances that person has with Song Hua. However, now that Song Hua is dead, I will be entangled in these things Also lost its meaning.

As the saying goes, the truth of some things will never be known to outsiders, and only those involved can understand the truth.

I'm not Song Hua, nor that person, so I have no way of knowing what they think.

I froze in place for a while, my mind was in a mess. After a funeral, including that person, a total of five people died successively. Strictly speaking, there should be one or two more people who will die in this funeral.

This made me feel a heavy sense of guilt, and my whole person seemed extremely decadent.

At this moment, the old man came over, patted my shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice: "Master Chen, in this world, you can't force everything, you need to be at ease with the situation, and your mood should be as calm as water, no matter what you do. For people, the state of mind is the most important, and only when the state of mind is clear can you see what others cannot see."

I raised my head slightly, glanced at him, and said respectfully: "Old man, thank you just now for being old. If you hadn't been old, Xiao Jiu might not be able to ask what he wanted, and he would even be tied up by that brother. Seriously." Thank you for being old."

He smiled and said: "You don't need to be polite, even if this little brother doesn't come to invite the old man, the old man will come without invitation. You need to know that there is righteousness in the sky, how can we let evil and crooked ways run rampant in the world."

I hummed, looked at the old man gratefully, and asked him, "I don't know what your old name was?"

He smiled and said, "When you get old, your name doesn't matter anymore, what do you think?"

I knew what he meant, and it was probably inconvenient to reveal his name, but from what Song Guangming said earlier, I still knew the old man's surname was Xiang, so I bent down and said, "What Xiang said is that Xiao Jiu has been taught. "

As I was talking, I suddenly remembered something, so I asked Mr. Xiang, "Do you always think that Song Guangming's words are true or false?"

"Every sentence is true, and there is absolutely no falsehood." He laughed.

I was taken aback, why is this old man so sure?Just ask him why.

He said: "With Guangming's ten guts, even if he is measured, he would not dare to deceive this old man."

When he said this, Xiang Lao's tone was extremely proud.

Hearing this, I didn't ask any more questions. After all, Mr. Xiang had said so, and with Song Guangming's reaction, I reckoned that Song Guangming wouldn't dare to tell lies.

Afterwards, I chatted with Mr. Xiang for a while, mostly about life.

After some words, I couldn't help but think highly of this old man. I found that this old man has a good way of dealing with people, especially his understanding of life, and even surpasses ordinary people a lot. In his terms, life is two Why, one is why to live, and the other is why to live.

After chatting for about ten minutes, I suddenly remembered Song Xixi's greeting, so I took out all my bank cards and the note Song Xixi had given me, and said, "Xiang Lao, this is the money that Song Xixi entrusted me to keep. Cards each have 130 million, a total of 390 million, and her last wish is to give the money to her nephews and nieces."

After speaking, I handed the things to the old man.

He glanced up at the things in my hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, do you know that the 390 million yuan is enough for ordinary people to be rich for a lifetime."

I gave a wry smile and said, "390 million, it really turned ordinary people into rich ones."

"Then have you ever thought about the 390 million yuan?" He asked me again.

I nodded and said, "I'm a child of a poor family, so it's hard not to be indifferent when faced with such a huge sum of money."

"Oh!" He was surprised, and said, "Since you paid attention to the money, why did you give it to the old man?"

I looked up and said: "Some money is hot in your hands, and some money is warm in your hands. Xiaojiu has no other skills in this life, but she is very clear about money, just like this 390 Wan, to me, it is not a huge sum of money, but a lowly worker's last hope in this world."

"Hope?" He looked at me with a smile and asked.

I shook my head, raised my head and patted my heart, but didn't speak.

Seeing my movements, the old man laughed, "Interesting."

I looked at Xiang Lao suspiciously, and was about to speak when I saw him take two bank cards from my hand and said, "If I guessed right, this other bank card should be given to you by that girl Xi Xi Bundle."

I was a little confused. Song Qianxi did say something similar, so I asked him, "How do you always know?"

"The old man watched that girl grow up. I know her heart well. With the way she handles things, how could she let you help me empty-handed. You should know that good people are rewarded with good rewards. This 130 million is up to the old man and I will give it to you." Well, I hope you will stay far away in the Eight Immortals in the future."

As he said that, Mr. Xiang seemed afraid that I would refuse, and said again: "Don't forget, Qian Xi is dead, and Mo Chi will chill the heart of the deceased."

I wanted to say something else, but the old man turned his head to look at Lang Gao, and said with a smile, "Little brother, it's your turn."

I didn't understand what he meant, what was he looking for Lang Gao, I looked at Lang Gao suspiciously, and Lang Gao didn't seem to understand what the old man was looking for him, so he asked him: "What?"

"Five million!" he said.

I immediately understood. I remember that in the car, Lang Gao said that before Xiang Shuiqin died, he handed over the bank card to him, and said to Lang Gao, "Brother, give it to him!"

That Lang Gao came over knowingly, touched his body, took out his bank card and handed it to the old man, saying: "Old man, I'm sorry, I forgot it for a while."

"Maybe!" Xiang Lao left these words and stopped talking to Lang Gao, but walked up to me, patted my shoulder heavily, and said in a deep and deep voice: "Xiao Jiu, in the name of the village chief, I I entrust this funeral to you, and if you can handle this funeral safely, the old man will give you a coffin-bearer's funeral platter."

"What!" I blurted out, can't I just stare at him deadly, coffin bearer's plate?This old man actually wants to give me a coffin-bearer's plate, is this a big joke? You know, my goal all along is to get a coffin-bearer's plate, but now, this old man actually wants to give it to me. I.

This sudden happiness left me stunned, I didn't know how to react other than being surprised.

Mr. Xiang seemed to know that I would react like this, and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, work hard! Your wedding has already been prepared, and I just wait for you to finish the funeral."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned around and left. I called him a few times from behind, but he ignored me and walked not far away without looking back.

Gradually, the figure of the old man disappeared into the night.

After the old man left, I was in a daze for a long time, and I never came back to my senses. I felt that the good things came too fast, and Master Jiang said that after the funeral, Cheng Xiaocheng might appear in the Shiyan, coupled with the Dudisi and 130 million promised to the old man just now, gave me an illusion that I was about to turn over and make the decision.

"Brother Nine!" Seeing that I was in a daze, Na Lang Gao pulled me a little, and said in confusion, "I feel that Mr. Xiang can see through my thoughts."

Ok?I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him, "What's on your mind."

"Just now, I was a little careful about the 500 million yuan, but listening to the old man's unspoken words, he seemed to know what I was thinking, so he said maybe!"

When he said this, Lang Gao kept staring in the direction where Xiang Lao left.

I smiled, and I don't know how to answer his question, but I have a feeling that Xiang Lao's identity is definitely not simple. When I think of the funeral, someone from the Metaphysics Association approached me and mentioned coffin-carrying Regarding the craftsman's degree, he said that he thought I was qualified, so he asked me to go to the headquarters for assessment, but the boss actually said bluntly that he would give me a coffin-carrying craftsman's degree.

Could it be that this is always the president of the Metaphysics Association?Only in this way can it be explained.

Otherwise, why would he give me a CD? ?

(End of this chapter)