Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

"Now is a good time, let's get started!"

Zhang Pingan did not answer the question, but asked Wu Long to order people to start work.

Seeing that Zhang Ping'an didn't answer, Wu Long tolerated it for a while.

Zhang Ping'an was at the scene, watching several men dig down a few feet according to the box he marked.

He just left.

Three days later.

Sunny weather.

The whole village, men, women and children at home, rushed for the funeral.

Early in the morning, the banquet was set up in the ancestral hall. Of course, in fact, in the past few days.

Those who were busy preparing for the funeral all ate and drank in the ancestral hall.

Early in the morning, Taoist priest Haiqiu performed the last ritual ceremony for Xu Yingshou.

Many villagers also came to watch the fun.

nine in the morning.

In the ancestral hall, all the villagers gathered.

Angkor has already held the memorial tablet in his hands, and Xu Danhong is also wearing linen and wearing a mourning belt to accompany him.

All the villagers are wearing filial piety and are ready.

Those who raise banners, those who scatter money, those who hold incense, those who support the soul, and those who carry coffins.

"Xu Yingshou, let's hit the road!"

"rise!"

Taoist priest Haiqiu, who was already very familiar with this, shouted loudly.

Suddenly, the sound of suona sounded and the sound of crying moved the sky.

The coffin was lifted and eight people carried it, which was already a very solemn funeral.

Not only were eight people carrying the coffin, but a group of men also gathered to support the coffin.

The gong was sounded to clear the way, and the ancestral hall left the main road and went around to Xu Yingshou's "home".

At this time, Xu Danhong and Angkor's sad hearts were soothed, and their hatred was reduced a lot.

Because the funeral went very smoothly, no one was uncooperative, and he saw regret from some people.

Zhang Ping'an arrived at the pit and carefully checked and measured.

I found that it was still a few centimeters deeper, so I continued to put some soil into the pit.

"Warm cage!"

That's all, Taoist Priest Haiqiu shouted again.

Then several villagers came over with a lot of paper, lit it and threw it into the pit.

In an instant, the fire in the pit jumped to the ground.

It took a long time for the fire to subside, and when there were no more sparks, the ashes were spread out.

"The auspicious time has come and the coffin will be lowered."

Taoist priest Haiqiu presided over it, so he arranged the procedures.

Three trees set up a tripod, and then placed the coffin with its small end downwards in the pit.

But only a third of it was put in.

Everyone relaxed, and the ropes on the pulleys were completely loose, but the coffin was suspended in the air.

"This……"

The men operating the lower coffin were so shocked that they almost let go of the rope, turned around and ran away.

He turned his attention to Zhang Ping'an.

The onlookers seemed to have been mentally prepared for it. After all, when they entered the scene, something unbelievable happened to them.

"Xu Yingshou, Xu Yingshou, I helped you find such a good acupuncture point, don't you have the blessing to enjoy it?"

Zhang Pingan immediately.

In fact, at this time, nothing in the pit was in contact with the coffin.

The ropes in contact with it are completely loose.

This completely defies gravity.

"Master!"

Angkor immediately looked at Zhang Pingan, asking for help in his eyes, asking Zhang Pingan to let Xu Yingshou rest in peace and be buried in peace.

"Don't worry, the acupuncture point is a good one, but his blessing is light."

"I can let him enjoy it in peace."

Zhang Pingan immediately shouted to reassure everyone.

The villagers gathered at the scene looked at each other in shock.

They had experienced this kind of thing before, but this was the first time they had encountered it, and they couldn't understand it.

Some people even interpret this phenomenon as unlucky.

"Xiao Qiuzi, get out of the way."

At this time, Zhang Ping'an called out to Priest Haiqiu who was at the pit. Obviously, this matter was no longer something Haiqiu could handle. "You guys, hold the rope."

Zhang Pingan then asked the men who pulled the rope and lowered the coffin with the help of pulleys.

"Hold on, don't let the rope go loose."

Zhang Ping'an gave instructions carefully.

I'm afraid that once the problem is solved, no one will control it, and the coffin will fall down instantly.

"it is good."

The men swallowed their saliva. If Zhang Ping'an and the others were not here today, they might have thrown away the rope long ago.

He turned around and ran away.

And this funeral did not involve other secrets, at most it was a funeral custom.

Therefore, we use the burial custom as an excuse.

Liu Yue had been filming with a camera, and his hand holding the camera was shaking slightly.

Lin Meng had been hiding next to Liu Yue, and was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe.

[Brother Liu, hold on, hold on! 】

[That’s it, Brother Liu, what are you afraid of? The Heavenly Master is here. Don’t talk about this. Even if the Lord of Hell comes, you still have to give the Heavenly Master a bit of trouble. 】

[We can’t see clearly, hold on. 】

Audiences were flooded with requests.

In fact, many people have never seen the burial process.

Especially people in the city have never seen this traditional custom.

In today's cities, everything is a small box, just put it in a cold pit and that's it.

Lin Meng had no intention of paying attention to the audience's comments.

All attention was drawn to the bright red coffin.

Fortunately, only a third of it fell into the trap. If the whole thing was suspended in the air, it would at least scare a group of people into fits.

However, Lin Meng is a host after all, and he still has professional qualities.

She noticed that Liu Yue's hands were shaking.

"Brother Liu, don't shake, don't be afraid!"

Lin Meng immediately reminded Liu Yue that he actually reached out to try to hold the camera.

But Lin Meng suddenly found that his outstretched hand was also shaking slightly, which was so embarrassing.

"I'm not afraid."

Liu Yue answered firmly, but his trembling hands betrayed him.

【Do you see clearly? 】

An audience member who had just entered asked in a barrage.

[Although Brother Liu’s hands were trembling, I saw when I first started to warm the cage that the pit was very deep. 】

[It’s a dragonfly point of water, only three feet square! 】

[It’s so deep, I heard it’s three meters deep. 】

[Since it’s very deep, why can’t this coffin fit in?Did everyone see it? 】

[I saw it, I saw it clearly. The rope was bent just now, indicating that the coffin could not go down. 】

[Is there something holding it down below? 】

[No, no, no, it’s hovering in mid-air. The coffin is now less than a third of the way down. 】

The audience was talking about it, and at the beginning, someone saw it.

Until now, I have seen the entire process.

【what's the situation?Something happened again? 】

More viewers were completely confused.

[It should be that the deceased is unwilling, or there is something fishy about this place. 】

[Eh, I'm worrying too much. Let's see how the Heavenly Master handles it. 】

The audience reminded that everyone's attention returned to this important part of lowering the coffin.

"Master Tian, ​​how should we do this?"

Taoist Priest Haiqiu had never encountered such a situation before, and such a thing happened at the critical moment of burial.

"Is he unwilling to go down? Or is there other resistance?"

Although Taoist Master Haiqiu is very old, it does not hinder his studious ambition at all.

"It's because he doesn't want to go in, he doesn't dare to go in, and he can't enjoy it."

"But that's not a problem. I'll let him feel at ease."

Zhang Pingan told Taoist Master Haiqiu.

At this time, Zhang Pingan waved his hand, and a yellow talisman appeared in his hand.

But Haiqiu took a closer look and saw that this was not a yellow talisman at all, but a command talisman. (End of chapter)