"Are you fucking tired of living?" The man raised his spear and was about to spray me.
Wu Daoren immediately stopped in front of me and told his brother-in-law not to be impulsive.
"I'm so sorry. Just now I heard my ancestor say that this land is the best. Let me throw duck eggs. Wherever the duck eggs land, that's where the grave will be. I think the land under Big Brother's feet is just right for burying people! "
As soon as I finished speaking, the man scolded me: "I killed you and buried you right here!"
Taoist priest Wu yelled loudly: "Come on! Since it was the intention of the ancestor, brother-in-law, it's not a bad thing for you to be hit. It's just that I want to see this piece of land. Not to mention Feng Shui, there is not even a blade of grass. I'm afraid it will be a corpse if I bury it. ah?"
"You won't know until the corpse is buried whether it's a scam or not. Taoist priest, do you think you should bury it first or I should bury it first?"
Taoist priest Wu thought for a while and said, "Of course Pindao will be buried first. Pindao will choose the geomantic treasure land first. Moreover, the Wang family also thinks that Pindao's place is more reliable than yours, right?"
This guy really fell into my trap.
"Okay! What the Taoist said is absolutely true! I will ask the Taoist to bury Xiao Wang first. If Xiao Wang is unwilling to go to your Feng Shui treasure land, or something big happens when he is buried, then the grave will be moved to mine. Not too late!"
"Brother Zhang is really quick to talk, so it's a deal!"
Seeing that Taoist Wu and I had discussed it, Xiao Wang, who was originally scheduled to be buried on the third day, was quickly buried in the afternoon of that day.
Taoist priest Wu led a group of people from Wangjia Village to carry Xiao Wang's coffin with them.
"The Taoist priest is really amazing. He even found the legendary Tai Chi halo! Awesome!"
A yin-yang man from Wangjiacun is flattering Wu Daoren.
"Of course! Although I, Taoist Wu, have rarely walked around the village in the past few years and rarely set up graves or homes, it doesn't mean that I don't know how to do this. But Zhang Qilin, on the other hand, doesn't even have a compass, just a duck egg and a wicker stick I just want to find the real dragon land, what a joke!
Seeing that everyone was supporting Wu Daoren, even Xiao He was a little shaken.
"Boss, why do I feel that your actions were a bit unreliable?" Xiao He asked me.
I smiled and said, "We'll know who's reliable when the coffin lands on the ground!"
A group of people carried Xiao Wang's coffin to the cemetery chosen by Taoist Master Wu. On the way, the villagers carrying the coffin all said, "The place chosen by the Taoist Master is great! The coffin is so light to carry."
"Yes! Mr. Wang must have it...it weighs one hundred and twenty pounds, right? How can it be lighter than lifting an old lady?"
"That's right! It means that the feng shui of the cemetery is good, and Xiao Wang likes it!"
Everyone was chattering and quickly carried the coffin to Wu Daoren's feet.
Wu Daoren stood condescendingly on a ridge, took the copper bell from Mr. Yin Yang's hand, jingled it, bit it, and walked around the graveyard, chanting something that even I couldn't understand. .
When it was over, Wu Taoist asked someone to bring the rooster over, killed it, took the chicken's neck, sprinkled a bunch of chicken blood, and said: "Dig a well for me! The depth is 1.5 meters. After digging the tomb, let the coffin fall down!"
"Good!"
A group of people started digging with their heads in hand.
"Quack!"
Two calls made the villagers who dug the well jump out of the grave pit in fright.
"Taoist Priest, why are there stone frogs in this...this cemetery?"
Taoist priest Wu went down to take a look, and quickly said to the villagers: "The spirit has appeared! The spirit has appeared! Come quickly, bring the paper money and incense. Three pieces of paper money and three sticks of green incense. Please get these gentlemen out!"
The local people are some simple ethnic minorities who usually believe in ghosts and gods.
After hearing what the Taoist priest said, I quickly got busy.
"I'll go! Boss, I really belong to you!"
Brother Dasha enjoyed watching it so much that he almost couldn't help but laugh. Didn't he catch this stone frog? Now he was actually being treated like an ancestor by this group of villagers, respectfully inviting him out, kowtowing and bowing.
"Taoist priest, the soil in this cemetery is quite loose. We brothers didn't use much effort to dig the well. I guess Xiao Wang can't wait any longer and wants to be buried as soon as possible!" "
"This is all because of good Feng Shui! A few years ago, Widow Li in our village died, and the coffin was as heavy as lifting a stone. Then there was indeed a problem with the land. When the tomb well was being dug, several hoe roots were broken. , how can it be so cheap!”
Listening to the villagers praising Taoist Wu, Sister Tiantian was also a little moved.
"Brother Dong, the Taoist Master is really capable. How did you two meet?"
Sister Tiantian asked Brother Dong in a low voice.
Brother Dong said proudly: "Because a few years ago, I expected that when the business became big, someone would definitely use witchcraft to harm me, so I had the foresight to find Taoist Master Wu through many connections. Don't worry, Tiantian, Taoist Master is here." , I’ll be fine!”
As Brother Dong said, he saw Master Ma smile maliciously.
Mr. Ma is much more advanced than Brother Dong in terms of city government. I remember one time when two big guys met, Mr. Ma said that Brother Dong was too young. Sure enough, only young people can cause such trouble abroad.
In short, people like Mr. Ma will not fall into the trap of beauty.
But Brother Dong only wants to coax his beloved wife and doesn't care what Mr. Ma thinks.
"Lift up the coffin! Lift up the coffin! Little Wang, little Wang! The Taoist priest has chosen this Feng Shui treasure land for you. I'm so excited that I fainted from Tai Chi. If you live here, your descendants will definitely be able to get promoted thanks to your blessing." Make a fortune, and you, too, go there and enjoy your happiness!"
An old man muttered and directed the villagers to carry the coffin to the grave.
Daochang Wu stood aside and watched excitedly.
Brother Dasha didn’t know what the plot was. In order to see clearly what was going on inside, he and Gu Ling squeezed in with a few brothers. I sat far away on a big rock, asked someone to bring me rice wine, and drank it slowly.
"Ah! Run!"
There was a loud bang, like something collapsed.
The people who were surrounding the cemetery just now fled in all directions like crazy. They ran for more than ten meters before stopping and turning around to look. Everyone was either trembling or in shock.
Brother Dasha ran out of breath and said: "Boss! It fell, the coffin fell!"
Gu Ling was also frightened, and asked me with a pale face: "Boss Zhang, what's going on?"
I slowly stood up and stretched.
"Don't panic, everyone, we are not Mr. Yin and Yang, so why are you so anxious? The fun has just begun!"
As soon as I finished speaking, the Wang family members were already crying bitterly.
Someone shouted loudly: "Wu Daoren! You are such a wicked ghost! You screamed... you dragged my baby into the sinkhole! Hurry up, Wang...Wang Xiaolong, come out!"
Lao Wang cried out and called out Daochang Wu's brother-in-law.
"Second uncle, you...you called me, what's the matter?"
Lao Wang pointed at Wang Xiaolong's forehead and cursed: "You beast, why did you say that the Taoist priest has boundless power? This is boundless power? My son, please go down quickly and get out my son's body!"
