From the World of Uncle Nine, The Heavens Summon Gods to Refining Generals

Chapter 155 Broken Tiles
When the second uncle heard this, he turned his head tremblingly and looked at the person who came. After all, he was older. He asked again with a little doubt: "What did you just say?"

"Second uncle, I mean the auspicious time has come. When will we send Linxiang to his grave?"

The visitor explained it patiently.

This time, the second uncle understood it, thought for a moment, and then said: "Since the time has come, let's start now and send Linxiang on his way."

"start!"

Someone shouted at the door, and then the team began to move in an orderly manner. The cannons were fired, and the coffins were carried. Although the team could not be called neat and orderly, they were still performing their duties and there was no confusion.

Soon, the mighty procession arrived at the Ma family's ancestral tomb. They first built a shed and temporarily stopped Ma Linxiang's coffin, waiting for his second uncle to pay his respects.

"Alas! Magong Linxiang, whose courtesy name was Luneng and whose nickname was Yingchun, was from Shangxiang, Wuzhou. He was born in the first year of Xianfeng and died in the reign of Guangxu at the age of thirty-four. During his lifetime, he was diligent, studious, and respected his teachers..."

The drunken Yang Juren was reciting the memorial poem in a high and steady manner on the high platform. The bucktooth man next to him smiled and said, "Wow, Yang Juren wrote this poem well. He is worthy of being a judge."

"Is it a memorial text, a poem? It's full of knowledge! Don't overdo it here."

The man next to him heard what Buck Tooth said and quickly interrupted him.

"Oh, don't play here anymore. It's just making up the numbers. It's a bad pole!"

Zhu Dachang corrected the man's mistake again and said to them: "Why don't you go to work quickly? Go quickly."

The two were scolded and quickly went to work aside.

On the other side, the second uncle was dressed in an apricot Taoist robe, standing in front of the arranged altar, holding a peach wood sword in one hand, holding a gold ingot, and holding a Sanqing bell in the other hand, shaking it constantly, and at the same time chanting in his mouth : "The soul passes through the Wuxi Cave, the soul climbs onto the Naihe Bridge, and rests in the earth, resting its eyes on the Nine Springs."

After saying that, he walked around the altar three times.

"Linxiang, ah~wuwu~"

The woman next to him pretending to be Ma Linxiang's wife was dressed in filial piety, with a big belly, and seemed very sad. She lay on his coffin and cried loudly. The mayor next to him saw this and quickly went up to pull her. , but was pulled away.

The Maoshan warlock next to her went up to persuade her and whispered to her: "Be careful with the child, we will make a fortune from him."

This made her stop crying.

"Sister-in-law Linxiang, be careful about your health."

At this time, the mayor also came back to persuade her. After hearing this, the woman's struggle weakened, but she was still crying, as if she was very sad.

On the other side, the second uncle had already completed the previous rituals, leaving only the last step - breaking the tiles.

The so-called breaking of tiles is also a way to comfort the souls of the dead, and it is also a contract for him to bless the living. Only when people die and the tiles are broken can the souls leave peacefully, but today this tile cannot be broken no matter what.

The second uncle mobilized his magic power several times in a row, but the tile remained untouched. Although there has always been a saying that "if the tile is not broken, there must be injustice", but now in full view of the public, as a Taoist priest, it is impossible for the second uncle to let people Stop the funeral to investigate the murderer.

He doesn't have the power, and people won't listen to him if he says this. What's more, this kind of thing has never happened before, and it is not [-]% accurate.

There once was a man who encountered the same situation after his death. No matter how hard the tiles were broken, they could not be broken. Everyone discussed whether it was because he had some unsolved grievances. Later, an investigation found that there was no result. That's all.

Regarding this type of thing, although there are not many, it is by no means unheard of. The accuracy of spells is actually similar to that of some machines or electronic devices in later generations, and sometimes some malfunctions will occur. "Isn't it right to have a birth and death taboo?"

The second uncle also wondered whether the horoscopes and the like were not written correctly. If this was not written correctly, the tile would not be broken.

"No matter what, come on!"

The second uncle muttered to himself again, then picked up the mahogany sword at the back and stabbed it directly into the tiles.

This time it went smoothly, and the tiles broke into many pieces.

"Raise the coffin!"

Zhu Dachang was watching from the side. When he saw that his second uncle had broken the tiles, he shouted immediately.

Following his shout, the team started moving again. Those who mourned, those who supported the mourners, those who lit cannons and those who played flutes, all performed their duties and buried Ma Linxiang's coffin in the grave.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible."

When he returned home, his second uncle was still talking about it. His intuition told him that there was something fishy about this matter, but according to past experience, this matter was not entirely a conspiracy, so the old man fell into a trap. in the cycle.

On the other side, several Maoshan warlocks were walking home. At this time, Ma Linxiang's ghost suddenly appeared on the roadside wall. He glanced at them coldly, and then prepared to rush up and strangle them to death.

But after all, he is a Maoshan sorcerer, especially the leader. Although his Taoist skills are average, Ma Linxiang can still handle it with his hands. He was sensed as soon as he rushed up. Then the Maoshan Taoist turned his head, his eyes A bright light was emitted and he shouted: "Be careful."

Then he made another burst of infuriating energy, and in an instant, Ma Linxiang's whole body flew out, going away faster than he came in.

"what's up?"

The woman looked back but saw nothing, so she couldn't help but ask.

"It's Ma Linxiang's ghost. Don't be afraid. With me here, he doesn't dare to approach us. Let's go!"

After the warlock leader finished speaking, he glanced provocatively at the place where Ma Linxiang just disappeared, and then left with a few of his men without looking back.

On the other side, behind a pile of tattered straw mats, Ma Linxiang, who had just been beaten and was smoking all over his body, poked his head out and said to himself: "This time the ghost is no longer working. What should I do? Yes, let's go find Da Changtou."

The big intestine is Zhu Dachang. He has no other choice now but to go to Zhu Dachang to help him. What's more, before he "just died", Zhu Dachang wanted to find out the cause of his death. Now he really If he dies, Zhu Dachang will definitely help him.

After deciding on the plan, Ma Linxiang disappeared.

On the other side, Zhu Dachang was wandering around the night market. The economy here is very developed. There are various night snack stalls at night, which is very bustling and lively.

Suddenly, Ma Linxiang's ghost appeared on the wall behind a stall selling offal. When he saw Zhu Dachang walking over, he quickly shouted: "Dachangtou!"

"Ok?"

Zhu Dachang immediately turned his head when he heard this familiar voice.

(End of this chapter)