The Taoist master should restrain himself, the country will soon be unable to continue

Chapter 64 Heavy Rain and Fog, Crying for Funerals! (Subscribe)

"One word, a thousand catties?!"

Everyone looked at Su Yang in astonishment, and couldn't help opening their mouths.

In the experiment just now, they did feel a force as heavy as a thousand jin, but they couldn't imagine how could a piece of paper hold a thousand jin of weight?

"Principal Fu, where are you going to put this calligraphy? Right here?"

Su Yang looked at Fu Qinglian who was still in shock.

"Ah, oh, please ask the Taoist priest to put this calligraphy work in the library."

Fu Qinglian was shocked, came back to his senses, thought for a moment, and said calmly.

In his opinion, Su Yang's calligraphy work is a miracle, and the lines between the lines reveal a fighting spirit of going against the current and striving for self-improvement.

If it is placed in the office, it will be too inferior. It is better to put it in the library, so that students who come and go can observe it, so that they can forge ahead in their future study career!
"Row."

Su Yang nodded, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the rice paper, lifted it quietly, held it with the other hand, and walked slowly outside.

Everyone who watched this scene was stunned. As expected of the Taoist priest, it was so easy in a thousand catties.

Outside, the torrential rain still did not stop, but it fell even more heavily. Even the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and in the distance, it was foggy.

The whole school, and even the entire Jiangzhou City, fell into a gray depression.

But this didn't affect Su Yang much.

Guided by Fu Qinglian, Su Yang and the others came to the library.

After placing the calligraphy works in a conspicuous place in the library, Fu Qinglian bowed gratefully.

"Thank you Daoist for the excellent work."

Fu Qinglian's face full of smiles showed a touch of shame: "Originally, I just invited you to visit our school and give lectures. I didn't expect that we haven't paid you yet. Instead, you gave us a masterpiece. I'm ashamed." Ashamed."

"Principal Fu is humble. Pindao also gained a lot from this trip. For example, the students in your school are very cute."

Halfway through the conversation, Su Yang raised his head and looked behind Fu Qinglian. The library where he was studying was already full of students, and there was a sea of ​​people.

On the second floor and the third floor upwards, countless heads poked out, and they were all looking at Su Yang.

"Haha, is there a return date for the Taoist priest's trip?"

Fu Qinglian glanced back. The vast array of students made him dumbfounded, and he felt a little envious in his heart.

Even though he has been the principal for so many years, it seems that there are not so many students who respect him from the bottom of their hearts.

On the contrary, Su Yang, who just came here, the students are just like little fans and little girls, that's called worship.

"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are a piece of red, when to walk around and when to return."

Su Yang said calmly.

"It's getting late, and Pindao won't stay too long."

"Master Dao, why don't you finish your dinner and rest for the night? It's still raining heavily outside."

"See you in the future!"

Seeing that Su Yang was about to leave, Fu Qinglian was very reluctant and wanted to keep him, but Su Yang politely refused.

Seeing this, Fu Qinglian was also very helpless. In the end, Su Yang left Jiangzhou University under the farewell of the professors and a large group of students who came out from the classroom despite the heavy rain.

"My dear, this farewell scene is almost catching up with the national leaders."

"This is the influence and charm of the Taoist leader. It is not only on the Internet, it is also terrifying in reality."

"I can only say that the Taoist priest's charm is only half of mine."

"Whoever has yellow urine, urinate him twice, don't get diabetes, don't let him taste the sweetness."

As the number of viewers continued to increase sharply, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room has reached more than 30 people, but it still maintains a cheerful, sand sculpture style.

The number of fans of the same account has also reached 900 million, which is only one step away from 1000 million.

But Su Yang didn't pay attention to these at the moment, his eyes were all on the ambulance on the road.

I saw one after another ambulances on the road, galloping past in the heavy rain, and the chilling sound of "beep" was endless.

Regarding this, Su Yang just felt a little surprised that there might be so many ambulances because of a large-scale traffic accident.

But just as Su Yang turned a corner, he didn't go far, and saw police cars coming out one after another, heading in the same direction as those ambulances were heading for.

In the dark and rainy weather, Su Yang couldn't tell the time by looking at the sky, he just felt that the whole day was dark and gloomy.

Looking down at his phone, he found that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, so Su Yang planned to find a hotel and stay overnight.

But because Su Yang has come all the way, he has come to the west of Jiangzhou City, which is closer to Lushan Mountain and Poyang Lake.

Although it was foggy and I couldn't see the situation in the distance clearly, the buildings on the side of the road gradually disappeared and the green hills replaced it, which is enough to prove it.

Gradually, Su Yang finally discovered that there seemed to be a village hidden in the thick fog in the distance, and he stepped forward, planning to find someone to spend the night.

At the same time, a family in the village is holding a funeral.

In the alley, in front of a horizontal wooden coffin, there are more than a dozen family members kneeling, ranging from an old woman aged 70 to [-], to a child aged [-] or [-], all dressed in linen and filial piety.

There was a sound of mourning.

Wreath-wreathed paper figurines filled the alley, and the sound of suona and drums echoed throughout the alley, creating a grand scene.

"Family members can take one last look and open the coffin!"

The lid of the coffin was pushed open, and inside lay an old man who was nearly seventy years old, his face was pale, and he had already lost his breath.

"My father!... The child is not filial!"

"My wife, go all the way!"

The coffin lid was removed, and the family members swarmed to the edge of the coffin, weeping bitterly at the old man who had passed away inside, crying loudly.

I wish I could hear it ten miles away.

Among them, a six or seven-year-old child wearing a white cloth blinked his watery eyes, glanced at the crowd in confusion, brought a small horse tie, and wanted to take a look at his grandfather in the coffin.

But as soon as he stood on the small maza, before he had time to look at it, he was hugged away and not allowed to approach.

After all, he had been lying in the coffin for two days, his whole body was pale and permeable, and he was afraid that children would be frightened if he saw it.

"The time has come, build the coffin and raise the coffin!"

At the order of the practitioner, the cook re-covered the lid of the coffin, and then the person who had prepared to carry the coffin suddenly exerted all his strength to lift the coffin together.

Before departure, the family members used lollipops to coax the six or seven-year-old boy to sit on the coffin honestly. This is a custom here, which means "sitting in a coffin" and "being an official".

The child can get the blessing of his grandfather, and he will become an official and make a fortune in the future.

At first the little boy thought it was very interesting, fun and sweet, but later he felt very bored, no one talked, and he had to get wet in the rain.

The family members in hemp and mourning go first, and in the middle of the coffin, the suona is played at the end, followed by drummers and others, playing.

On the way, the sound of firecrackers rang intermittently, paper money was sprinkled on the road, and everything was so orderly.

This is the weather, it is really annoying.

Under the torrential rain, many people have been soaked even if they wore raincoats.

But if it was said to wait two days before burial, the corpse could not wait, let alone that there would be heavy rain for two consecutive weeks, so it might as well be buried on this day.

Hurry to bury, hurry to finish.

"You said, what the hell is this weather? It's raining heavily and there's such a thick fog that I can't see the road clearly."

"Who says it's not, but I remember that when funerals were buried in the village, it seemed to be rainy."

"But like ours this time, it's really the first time to see such a heavy rain with thunder and lightning."

(End of this chapter)