But Xu Xiangqian was leading the coffin up the mountain, but encountered an unexpected situation.
Ganma Mountain is a tomb mountain that is not very high.
There is only one road up the mountain, which is not too narrow, but cannot accommodate two people carrying coffins at the same time.
When Xu Fang's coffin went up the mountain, he met a family coming down the mountain after the funeral.
This batch is much larger.
Those holding white flags, carrying filial piety lamps, holding incense pavilions, playing suonas and playing music... The coffin has already been buried and has not been seen.
The coffin bearers and the mourning relatives and friends walked together. There were forty or fifty people in the crowd. They must be from a well-off family.
Xu Xiangqian held two paper figures in each hand in the middle of the road. In contrast, he looked a little lonely.
"A ferocious road-clearing ghost carries a golden ax at an angle. Suddenly a foreign and dangerous Taoist god carries a silver sword."
He shouted: "Give in, give in!"
This is not rude, but means to clear the way for burial.
Ghosts are also gods, and dangers are also manifestations. The road-blazing ghost and the dangerous road god are actually the road-blazing god and the manifesting god. They walk at the forefront of the procession during the funeral and are responsible for guiding and exorcising ghosts.
These two gods do have their own respect, and they are recognized and worshiped in the rituals recognized by the human race in this world. They are relatively orthodox existences in Shinto. Whether they are orthodox or not does not mean strength, and the evil gods' obscene sacrifices do not necessarily mean they are weak.
From the perspective of priesthood alone, they are not stronger than the Bone God.
Of course, here, mourning and clearing the way only borrows the names of these two gods, and does not really control the gods.
Logically speaking, the opening words have been said, and the other party should avoid them. After all, this side is going up the mountain, that side is going down the mountain, this side is still carrying the coffin, and the other side has been buried.
This principle is true, but not everyone pays attention to it.
Opposite there was a young man with a shiny face. He was probably used to being pampered and could not bear hardships. He was leaning on a carriage by himself.
It is easy to give way to people, but it is inconvenient to sit in the chariot unless he gets down.
Perhaps it is self-respect and dignity, perhaps it is relying on the number of people.
He looked at Xu Xiangqian from a distance and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get over quickly!"
"You're being unreasonable!" One of the young men carrying the coffin couldn't help but said: "Generally speaking, if there is a cross between up and down, those who are going down the mountain will be given priority to those who are going up, and those who have already been buried will be given priority to those who are about to be buried. .Are we still going to stop the coffin for you?"
Along the way, Xu Xiangqian actually used his strength secretly, otherwise the two young men would not be able to feel so relaxed carrying the coffin.
At this moment, he is righteous and awe-inspiring, but he is full of energy.
"Hey! You're still good at it!" Mr. Oily Guy slapped the armrest and said, "Go out and hit some of them!"
A few strong men in the crowd pushed their way to the front.
He shouted: "If you don't let me, I will serve you with a stick!"
On the other side of the mountain, the two young men carrying the coffin were speechless. They were carrying the coffin and were about to move it to the side.
Xu Xiangqian held up the paper man and stretched out his hand to stop it: "Don't move!"
He looked at the opposite side with disdain: "Who are you! Which family and road are you from, so arrogant?"
"Ha, is there really someone who is not afraid of death and wants to establish a relationship with me?" Young Master Youguang got excited and took this as fun and sneered: "Tell him who I am!"
Immediately a scoundrel next to him said: "My young master, he has a good job in the General's Office, and is a guest in the Inspection Mansion! The thugs on the street, the tigers on the road, and Huang Laoqi who are doing business are all from my family. Young Master’s little brother. Go and ask, black and white! How many heroes of this age are there in Linzi?”
Man, that sounds really weird.
Xu Xiangqian was shocked: "It turns out he is a local ruffian!"
Before the person opposite could get angry, he sneered in the same way: "You also tell him who I am!"
Young Master Youguang suppressed his temper and wanted to hear who it was.
I saw the two young men carrying the coffin. You looked at me, I looked at you... and they didn't say a word.
I really don’t know who Xu Xiangqian is.
At this time, the young man in front of the coffin moved his ears, and it was Xu Xiangqian who secretly transmitted the message to him.
While transmitting the message, Xu Xiangqian turned around, looked at him and said, "Don't worry about them being scared, just say it!"
Facing Xu Xiangqian's encouraging eyes, he said stiffly: "Li Longchuan from the Destroy the City Marquis Mansion is a good friend of my young master. Chong Xuansheng from the Bowang Marquis Mansion begged to make friends with him. Yan Xiang's direct grandson , always paying for him. He has a serious background in the four major academies in the world. Looking at the whole Linzi, there is no one among his peers who he needs to bend down to..."
Xu Xiangqian said something in the voice transmission, and he repeated it.
But the more I talked about it, the more I felt guilty and the less angry I became... This was too much of a boast, and there was no truth in it at all.
Young Master Youguang was interested in telling the difference at first, but when he heard what happened later, he just sneered.
There is only one thing, this kind of person still needs to be buried to clear the way? This kind of person still buries his family and friends in Ganma Mountain?
The graveyard of Ganma Mountain is pretty good, but it also depends on where it is compared!
"Fuck them, beat them to death!" Brother Youguang pointed forward angrily: "You are so awesome, let them kneel here and repeat these words to me a thousand times!"
Several strong men rushed forward.
Jiang Wangqia rushed over at this moment and saw this scene.
"Stop!" Xu Xiang shouted abruptly, making the other party stunned.
As soon as he turned around, he saw Jiang Wang coming over: "Come here quickly, I can't free my hands!"
Then he turned around and shouted: "Today we are here to see who dares to move!"
Jiang Wang felt sweat on his forehead.
He really signed up for his own account to catch up with the two prides. What kind of boring fun is this...or taste?
When the paper man lands on the ground, he has reached his position. Of course, Xu Fang's position has not yet arrived, so Xu Xiangqian really can't spare his "hands", but facing these people opposite him, he doesn't need to use his "hands" at all. He is simply lazy, one of his many "borings".
But no matter what, Jiang Wang couldn't just watch Xu Fang's bones rest here.
Therefore, as soon as you step forward, you must apply a small punishment.
But the oily young man opposite shouted first: "Wait a minute!"
His voice was trembling now.
He climbed out of the chariot, looked at Jiang Wang... the 'porter' behind him, and bowed his head to the end: "Mr. Zheng..."
The 'porter' stepped forward and kicked him over: "Are you also qualified to greet me?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The oily young man got up from the ground, nodded and bowed: "The villain is rude, the villain is rude!"
He was lucky enough to have met this man, and he knew what rogue San, Hun Shanhu, and Huang Lao Qi were, but he was not even qualified to sit in front of this man.
The 'porter' himself was extremely angry because he knew that it was impossible to hide his identity. He glanced at the group of people behind him coldly: "Cuma Mountain is a place where dead people are carried, but you are sitting in a decent manner. Are you anxious to be carried?"
Young Master Youguang suddenly knelt down again and kowtowed: "I don't dare, I don't dare."
The 'porter' kicked him away again and cursed: "Get out!"
The oily young man didn't dare to say a word. He walked dejectedly around Xu Fang's coffin, then lay down on the ground and really "rolled" down the mountain.
No one in the group with him dared to speak, and all the white flags, filial lanterns, and incense pavilions were gathered together. Everyone went down the mountain from the side with their tails between their legs.
The 'porter' turned around and saw Jiang Wang with a smile on his face.
That smile was absolutely hateful.
"I changed my mind, you can leave."
Jiang Wang said: "I won't ask what your name is either. But you should know that from now on, your identity is no longer a secret between me and Chong Xuansheng."
The 'porter' looked at him for a moment, then turned and left without saying a word.
