After the rebirth of the master of metaphysics

The heavy coffin was lifted, and a group of coffin bearers with white mourning cloths tied around their waists walked towards Qishan in a mighty manner as they played high-pitched suona funeral music.

And the ever-burning lamp that was placed under the coffin before was carried by Lu Sijin in his hand and walked in the front when carrying the coffin.

Qishan Temple, which is close to Qishan Mountain, is the place with the least traffic in Fenghuang Town.Today the road is full of people, most of these people are tourists who have never seen the burial ceremony with their own eyes, so they took pictures here specially.

He Shaohua looked at the crowd in front of him who was about to squeeze out all the way, frowned, and the bodyguards he recruited whispered twice.

In less than half an hour, a group of strong men dressed in black rushed over, separating the tourists who crowded forward.

There is a local custom in Fenghuang Town, all coffins that leave the gate cannot fall to the ground, otherwise it is unlucky.

I don't know where a group of well-meaning people who maintain law and order appeared, but they greatly relieved the tense hearts of the mourners.

Lu Sijin glanced at him. He Shaohua, who was walking among the funeral crowd, was tall and imposing, standing out from the crowd in the funeral procession, especially conspicuous.Don't think about it, these must have been arranged by the boss.

Hey, I owe another favor.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a tourist didn't know how to pass through the human wall and rushed straight to the coffin. The person who carried the coffin was hit by him, and the heavy coffin lost its balance at the other end and fell to the ground.

Just as everyone tensed their hearts, a strong hand caught the coffin that almost fell to the ground, and the muscle lines stretched out powerful arms, even clothes could hardly cover it.

The man had a cold face, which made the coffin bearers feel a little terrified for no reason.

The reckless tourist was stared at by the man, his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but scolded loudly: "What are you looking at? It's because he couldn't stand himself well, so I can't blame me."

The tourist is a young man in his 30s and [-]s, with triangular eyes, and his facial features become greasy and ugly as he speaks maliciously.

Lu Sijin stared at him twice, then looked away, looking at him wearing a tailor-made suit and expensive leather shoes on the yellow dirt road, he was too embarrassed to let the boss carry the coffin.

He said: "I'm sorry to trouble you, the answerer will come soon."

He Shaohua shook his head, saying it was nothing.

At this time, Lu Sijin asked the person who had just carried the coffin: "Uncle, are your feet okay?"

The man whose ankle was hit by a tourist just now, his honest face was a little red, "It's okay, how can I let this guest carry the coffin, the guest should let me come."

Seeing that He Shaohua was dressed in extraordinary clothes, he looked like a man of culture, he felt even more embarrassed, and hurried forward.

The backup coffin bearer who was walking behind hurried forward to take over, but He Shaohua refused.

"I'm Ah Jin's fiancé, this is what I should do."

Lu Sijin looked different.

Everyone was shocked, but it's hard to say too much, after all, this is Lu Sijin's fiancé, and he should do this kind of coffin-carrying work.

The villagers who had kept him at arm's length, saw how down-to-earth he was, and became close to him a lot.

"Two big men, it's disgusting!"

After the words fell, the moment He Shaohua raised his eyes, his pupils were like a pool of coldness, freezing to the bone.

The greasy man who was being stared at subconsciously took two steps back.

The greasy man spoke in a moderate voice, and people who were closer to him frowned.

Same-sex marriage has long been legal in Huaguo, and it is no surprise that same-sex marriages are no longer surprising.

"This guy spouts shit, I want to beat him up so much." Zhou Miaomiao was a young man, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to go forward and beat up the greasy man.

Lu Sijin held him back.

"This kind of person doesn't need to talk nonsense with him, don't delay the old man's auspicious time."

Lu Sijin turned his head and looked at He Shaohua two by two.

He Shaohuahe nodded towards Lu Sijin.

Lu Sijin walked ahead holding the memorial tablet and the ever-burning lamp.

The onmyoji said loudly, "The old Taoist is celebrating a funeral today. All visitors, please respect the family members of the deceased, show your understanding, and forgive me a lot!"

After the commotion just now, many tourists had no face to stay any longer and left one after another.

Only the greasy man's triangular eyes showed disgust. He was very disgusted and spat on the ground. When he turned around and left, a piece of money paper covered his face.

"Bah, what a bad luck!"

Before he could take the second step, he lost his heel and fell to the ground. Hearing a slap, the greasy man let out a scream.

When someone with good intentions took him to the hospital, the doctor said bluntly that his tailbone was broken and he would have to lie down for at least a month or two.

........

Except for the farce on the mountainside, everything went smoothly afterwards, and the coffin fell perfectly into the pit that had been dug long ago.

The last switch is the last time the relatives see the deceased.

Lu Sijin tidied up the appearance for Mr. Lu.

The old Taoist priest has been going through wind and rain all his life, always walking between Yin and Yang, doing the most dangerous things, and after finally solving the problem, he returns home with a whole body of pain.

In Lu Sijin's memory, the old man had an expressionless expression and always liked to grab food from the younger generation.For most of his life, when he was old, he had to save money for him to study.

However, in a blink of an eye, the child grew into a young man, but he was lying quietly in the coffin with his head full of white hair.

Lu Sijin watched the lid of the coffin close slowly, not knowing how the first handful of soil was sprinkled, and watched the coffin covered with soil little by little, and finally turned into a grave bag.

Only the characters on the stele simply engraved his life.

Suddenly, consciousness becomes blurred.

He also heard the voices of many people talking.

It seemed to hear Zhou Miaomiao's voice, "Brother Lu, you can cry now, Brother Lu, cry."

"Jin Zai, you shouldn't be too sad."

"It's really worrying."

..........

Suddenly, Lu Sijin smelled the cold pine and cypress fragrance, and he was embraced by a pair of strong hands.

That low and unprofessional comforting tone, "Cry, I'm here."

The short four characters made Lu Sijin inexplicably sad.

It wasn't that he was crying, but that the original body was weeping with the last bit of obsession.

"Cry, just cry."

"It scared me to death."

"I finally cried out, and it's all right now."

........

After the old Taoist priest was buried, not long after Lu Sijin returned to the Taoist temple, two people in suits came to the door with a letter of inheritance.

"Mr. Lu Sijin, this will was left to you by Mr. Lu Xingzhi. Qishan Taoist Temple will be taken over by you. Take a look and see if there is any problem. If there is no problem, please sign it here."

Lu Sijin twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the will, and really only left himself a broken way, what's the use?

After he signed it, the man gave him another letter.

"This is Mr. Lu Xingzhi, let us pass it on to you."

After finishing all this, the two left the Taoist temple.

Lu Sijin opened the envelope, and the old Taoist said that he knew that he might not live long, so he wrote this letter.

At the end of the letter, it even said that when I was a child, I made a baby marriage for myself. If a man named He Shaohua came to the door, he would be your future husband.

Writing the word "husband" requires a lot of strength.

It seems that through the handwriting, you can see the appearance of an old man gnashing his teeth.

He Shaohua's horoscope is relatively light, and he is very easy to run into ghosts, but Lu Sijin is born with a strong yang energy, which can just suppress He Shaohua's horoscope, so the two families signed a marriage contract. After 20 years, the marriage contract expires, and the marriage and Whether it depends on the fate of the two.

Lu Sijin had changed his attitude towards He Shaohua when He Shaohua helped him successfully get the old man into the ground before. If he hit a ghost with a light character, he would not mind helping this person.

He Shaohua handled the matter well, walked into the Taoist temple, and looked at the young man with his chin propped on his hands, with dimples on both sides of his smiling lips, making him look even younger.

The long legs walked in front of Lu Sijin in three or two steps, "Are you hungry?"

Lu Sijin woke up suddenly when he was distracted, and it happened that his stomach was growling very well.

"It seems a little bit."

He Shaohua: "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner."

Lu Sijin Pidianpidian followed and called Zhou Miaomiao temporarily to tell his father not to bring food.

Phoenix Hotel is almost the most famous hotel in Fenghuang Town. Of course, a meal costs at least two or three thousand. Anyway, it is a hotel that Lu Sijin can't afford now.

Lu Sijin looked at the menu and swallowed, "If you really want me to order, then I will order casually."

He Shaohua nodded.

Lu Sijin waved the pen excitedly.

Waiting for the food to be served, and waiting for He Shaohua's approval, he ate like a wolf.Most of the dishes on the table went into his stomach, but He Ba always didn't touch a few, and helped him pick up the dishes from time to time, like a grown-up, dutifully feeding the cubs.

Lu Sijin was very satisfied with the meal. The only dissatisfaction was probably that the food in the high-end hotel was delicious, but the portion was a bit small.

Lu Sijin finally had a full burp, obviously eating well.

Seeing that Lu Sijin was like a big dog, lazily turning into a lump after eating, a smile flashed across He Shaohua's cold face.

Lu Sijin remembered the old Taoist letter saying that He Shaohua's horoscope could easily attract ghosts. After getting out of the hotel and getting into the car, he reluctantly got up and stared at He Shaohua's face.

Without realizing it, he was about to fall into He Shaohua's arms now.

He Shaohua noticed that the distance between the two was a little close, so he moved unnaturally, but Lu Sijin grabbed his shoulder.

"do not move!"

Fortune tellers pay attention to seeing, hearing and asking, which is somewhat similar to Chinese medicine. In ancient times, doctors and witches were originally a family.

Physiognomy is a person's mental outlook. When Taoist and warlocks help people tell their fortunes, they often look at a person's facial features.

He Shaohua's facial features are excellent, and this is the first time he saw He Shaohua, he couldn't help but sigh. It's really rare for a person's facial features to be dazzling and cold.

This person was born rich and noble, born as a rich young master with a golden spoon in his mouth, with bushy eyebrows and sharp eyebrow peaks, like an eagle soaring in the sky, born strong.

It's just that the blood in the eyeballs is dense, and there may be disasters recently.

There is faint gathering of Yin Qi between the eyebrows, and the Yin Qi is full of evil and charming, which is not a good sign.

"Mr. He hasn't been sleeping well recently, and he often wakes up in the middle of the night?"

Looking at those round and bright eyes, He Shaohua couldn't help but nodded.

Lu Sijin burped, "I'll do something nice today."

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