Withering cross talk: a piece of truth, mountains and rivers shocked

Chapter 154 Never Noticed
Lin Qingfeng continued to make a small fuss:
"I called your house and saw Tian'er sticking to it, but I didn't pay attention."

Yu Qian rolled his eyes:
"Your family posts this every day."

Lin Qingfeng continued:
"What's it called? Excuse me?"

"Excuse me."

"It's all done, change the clothes for the old man. It's been so bad on the bed for so many days."

Yu Qian nodded: "Yes."

Lin Qingfeng said:

"The armpits smell like cumin. Ah, wash. Take this body off. Wipe it, wash it, wash it."

"The big firewood pot is ready. Put it on the fire, gurgling gurgling. The water is boiling."

Yu Qian was defenseless: "Yes."

Lin Qingfeng continued:
"Who will do this job? I'll do it!"

Yu Qian glanced at him wonderingly: "What are you doing?"

Lin Qingfeng nodded:
"Take off your shirtless shoulders and bring a big leather bag."

"Gum shoes, is the water hot, huh? Is the water hot?"

While speaking, Lin Qingfeng raised his hands, looked around, and suppressed his voice.

In short, at first glance, he looks like a butcher.

Yu Qian also woke up, and complained: "What are you doing? Why are you shedding pig hair?"

Lin Qingfeng said: "Is it clean?"

"Take the iron shavings, pour 84 (disinfectant water), 'Wow, wow...'"

"Clean and well dressed. The whole Vajra Sutra and Dharani Sutra quilt, bleached cloth high-tube socks."

"It's all dressed up. Just build the coffin."

Yu Qian nodded and wiped his sweat: "It's not easy."

Lin Qingfeng continued:
"Old deposits from the early years, goods from Wan Yixiang Wooden Factory, a grinding factory outside BJ's Qianmen, this material is called Jinsinan!"

Yu Qian refolded the handkerchief while boasting: "Good stuff!"

Lin Qingfeng continued to describe the coffin:
"Here comes the coffin, with three coats of lacquer, gold rims, the word "Fu" on the head, and lotus flowers on the feet. Inside the head of the coffin is written in Song style flat characters with white paint, and your father's name is written on it."

"It says 'Qin Feng'. The word 'Qin Feng' is red, and the bottom is white. It's your father's name."

"'Imperial Feng Deng Shilang Yu Taigong taboo into the pot'"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qian gave him a tug: "My father asked the fish to go into the pot?"

Lin Qingfeng asked him innocently: "Huh?"

Yu Qian complained with a straight face:
"Why? Are you cooking fish soup?"

Lin Qingfeng thought for a while, and tried:

"What do you call it, fish head soaked cake?"

Yu Qian rolled his eyes: "I haven't heard of it, and you still bring staple food?"

Ning Kaixuan off-screen once again thanked himself for his foresight.

After eating donkey meat, Ning Kaixuan went out to find a restaurant and ordered a fish head pancake.

While eating happily, he didn't look forward to taking pictures and posting on Weibo.

Greedy those unprepared onlookers.

Sure enough, a group of people exploded:

"Good guy, I'm hungry."

"People who have just eaten donkey meat can feel that you have gone too far."

"It's okay, I'm eating barbecue."

"Huh? Is barbecue mentioned in this passage?"

"I didn't mention it, but when it comes to the smell of cumin, I haven't seen this before, so I thought of the smell of cumin. When I thought of the smell of cumin, I suddenly became greedy for barbecue."

"...I respect you for being a warrior."

Ning Kaixuan watched while eating, and Lede fish soup almost spewed out of his nose.

On stage, Qingfeng Lin continued:
"As soon as the sound of yin and yang is announced, the auspicious time has come. Please, sir! Those who strangled the corpse and those who were encoffined are all here. This is called the eldest son hugging his head!"

"Your elder brother, come here, okay, come here, let's go~"

Lin Qingfeng said while pinching his nose, picked up the corpse and threw it out.

Yu Qian said angrily:

"What's wrong with you throwing smelly sister out?"

"The eldest son hugs his head, it's like this—"

While talking, Yu Qian moved his head with his hands in his hands.

Lin Qingfeng looked taught:
"Is it so hugging? Let's go, master, get tired, blow! 'Our Karma is all Northeast Silver...'"

In the second half, Lin Qingfeng imitated the trumpet sound with his mouth.

It's just that it's obvious that it's not serious funeral music, and it's directly erroneous.

Yu Qian had no choice but to cough and interrupt him.

Lin Qingfeng felt guilty: "It sounds good, this sounds good."

Yu Qian gave him a white look: "What's the use if it sounds good?"

Lin Qingfeng's face became serious:
"Following that, the monks were invited to recite sutras on a high altar. In the middle sat a man wearing a Vairocana crown and cassocks. The big hat was flanked by young monks."

"The one who recites is the sixteen scriptures opened by Yankou Shishi, and sprinkles rice and steamed buns while reciting."

Lin Qingfeng said while clapping his hands:
"This scripture sounds so good."

Yu Qian was engrossed in listening, and hurriedly said: "That's it, it sounds good, how about you learn this scripture?"

Lin Qingfeng said:

"Learn this chanting. Well, well."

While clearing his throat:

"It won't be much."

"Just a few words."

Then Lin Qingfeng clasped his hands together, his aura was extraordinarily serious:
"The dojo is successful, and the relief will be completed. The vegetarian is pious, and the incense is set up to worship. The altar and the sea, all raise the holy name."

This is the chanting above.

Then sing:

"The sea of ​​bitterness is torrential and self-inflicted, so charming that you can't wake up at all. If people in the world don't recite Amitabha, it's useless to go through this world."

"Look at the mountains up close, listen carefully to the sound of the water, the spring is gone, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not frightened when people come. In the mid-autumn month of August, the geese fly south, with a roar and a sorrow, the wild geese will return one day, and the souls of the dead will not return."

Not to mention, the singing still has that flavor.

Yu Qian nodded to beat him while listening.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qingfeng's tune changed and became the tune of Huangmei Opera "Pairing of Immortals":
"All the monks beat the Dharma drum, the wooden fish and the golden cymbal, you and I are like mandarin ducks, flying together in the world... ah... hey?!"

The last sentence was a question raised by covering his head after being knocked on the head.

He looked around as if someone had hit me.

It was as if he wanted to find out who beat him and fight to the death.

Yu Qian held a closed fan in his hand - he was the one who gave Lin Qingfeng a cold blow just now.

When Lin Qingfeng calmed down, Yu Qian complained coolly:

"It's outrageous! What a mess!"

Lin Qingfeng also seemed to realize that it was Yu Qian who hit him, curled his lips and said:
"Beat the monk after reading the scriptures."

This is the rhythm of harming idioms and beginning to harm allegory.

Beat the monk after reading the scriptures - cross the river and demolish the bridge.

Well, in fact, in the final analysis, it is still harming idioms.

Lin Qingfeng was justified: "I can say a few words without telling you, don't stop me. I sang wrong."

Yu Qian had no choice but to say, "Oh, it's my fault for stopping you late."

Lin Qingfeng continued:
"Recite once every seven days. The monk Dao Tanni comes in shifts, and the lay monks of BJ Lay Lin will cast a curse on your father."

"Wait until the day of the funeral, wake up in the morning to see the day... ho!"

Yu Qian tentatively asked: "It's sunny?"

Lin Qingfeng shook his head:
"It's as black as the bottom of a pot."

"Gulu Gulu thunder, quack, lightning."

Yu Qian's face twitched: "Oh, ho..."

(End of this chapter)