Zhang family.
The atmosphere was peaceful, and the suona sounded, a soul-breaking song.
Zhang Yuanwai did not invite other friends over because his son was beaten "to death" today and was actually going to be buried alive!
It's embarrassing to tell anyone!
He only asked those relatives from his own family to come over and make arrangements.
"Kill that horse. I prefer to eat horse meat. Your horse looks pretty good. Kill it quickly." Lin Fan urged.
They did not dare to disobey and killed their best horse.
The horse was so frightened yesterday that its legs and feet were weak. It had just taken some healing medicine and was about to kill it.
Poor, poor!
The Zhang family hung up white paper lanterns, and someone burned incense and prayed.
Heaven and earth share the same sorrow.
The lingering sound lingers!
Lin Fan was eating horse meat on the side. Halfway through, Xue Wujiang pulled him up.
"Hurry up and pay homage to the deceased. This is the most basic respect."
Lin Fan nodded, followed and offered Mr. Zhang a stick of incense.
"Let me out! I'm afraid of the dark! I'm not dead! I'm not dead! Let me out quickly!"
Young Master Zhang's roar came from inside the coffin, but it was very weak.
Lin Fan was quite satisfied with this, because he actually made a small hole in the coffin, which allowed Mr. Zhang to breathe and live for a while longer.
"Dad, why is Brother Zhang Xuan not dead yet? We have to hold a funeral banquet for him." A child opened his eyes innocently and asked the old father on the side.
The old father opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Instead, Lin Fan, the big brother next door, said with a smile: "He's dead. He's completely dead. This is the work of a demonic spirit."
The child is afraid of evil spirits and is so scared that he hides away and dare not come out.
"Brother, can you help me suppress the evil spirits?" he asked innocently.
Lin Fan nodded and said: "Of course I can. I, the monks, protect all living beings like you. Don't be afraid, my child. My brother will help you suppress the evil spirits!"
Then, he kicked the coffin, and the force traveled along the coffin and into Mr. Zhang's body, breaking Mr. Zhang's tail bone.
"Ah!"
Mr. Zhang screamed, he had no strength anymore and completely calmed down.
The child on one side was frightened and asked, "Brother, who is screaming?"
Lin Fan said with a smile; "That's because the evil spirit was about to be destroyed, so he used his last bit of strength to let out a little scream!"
The child was very excited and asked, "Are the evil spirits gone now?"
Lin Fan nodded.
The child stepped forward and thanked Lin Fan politely.
"Stop showing off, it's my turn to burn incense." Xue Wujiang urged from behind.
Lin Fan nodded and retreated.
Xue Wujiang stepped forward and put an incense stick on it.
Then, he said: "I respect Mr. Zhang as being invincible in the world."
Everyone's expressions were very ugly, and the corners of their mouths were twitching.
Invincible?
The person who was crushed to death by the two of you with one finger, do you think he is invincible?
This is not respect, this is simply ridicule and sarcasm!
Xue Wujiang continued to insert an incense stick and said: "I respect Mr. Zhang for being approachable."
This is even more ironic. Zhang Xuan is a rich playboy who bullies men and dominates women, and they all see it.
Then, Xue Wujiang rewarded the third incense stick and said: "I respect Mr. Zhang for his sharp eyes."
This is the most ironic thing!
How did Zhang Xuan end up like this?
It's just because you can't see the truth, you have offended the wrong person!
Finally, he coughed a few times.
When everyone was puzzled, he had already spat on the coffin, which happened to block the small hole.
"What are you doing!" Everyone was furious!
Xue Wujiang said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I had a little cold recently and couldn't hold it in."
Then, he retreated.
Lin Fan extended a thumb towards Xue Wujiang and said: "High, high, high!"
Still higher than Xue Wujiang! In the end, he spit a mouthful of phlegm onto the small hole.
The small hole is right above Mr. Zhang’s mouth!
Mr. Zhang, should he inhale or not?
You'll die if you don't breathe.
When you inhale...it's a bit disgusting, let's not talk about it for now.
Xue Wujiang chuckled. Lin Fan was eating horse meat at all.
After the two of them finished eating a horse and drank a lot of good tea, they got up and left.
Watching the two people leave, the Zhang family went crazy and wanted to open the coffin.
But they found that the coffin was so strong that it couldn't be opened!
They used swords, guns, sticks and axes to chop, chop and smash.
Those red things are harder than iron and don't leave any traces!
Zhang Yuanwai's legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground, crying bitterly.
Lin Fan and the two could still hear Zhang Yuanwai's cries.
"How is it?" Lin Fan asked.
"It's very beautiful. I have never heard such a beautiful sound before." Xue Wujiang said with a smile.
Lin Fan nodded and said: "Cultivating immortality means doing whatever you want."
"We have Chicheng in our hearts, but this is not the reason for others to bully us."
"If the world bullies me, insults me, slanders me, slanders me, we can kill them back."
Xue Wujiang nodded, feeling that he had learned a lot today.
However, the two of them did not go back to the sect immediately. Instead, they drank some tea in a roadside teahouse and rinsed their mouths to wash away the smell of horse meat.
They then returned to the sect.
When we arrived at the sect, the moon was already high.
When several disciples saw that the sect master and sect master Xue were back, they quickly went to give them a bowl of porridge.
The two of them ate porridge and were very happy.
Disciple Liu Ye was a little confused: "Isn't it just a bowl of porridge? Why are you eating so happily? It's like you haven't eaten at all."
It's more like those famine refugees who haven't eaten for three days.
In his impression, the sect master didn't care about his identity at all and always drank porridge with them. Even so, the sect master never complained at all!
Lin Fan said: "A porridge and a meal should be remembered as hard-earned. This is a gift from nature and a rare delicacy in the world."
Liu Ye nodded and retreated from Lin Fan's room.
"How is it? What did the sect master say?" Several other disciples were waiting outside the door, very excited.
Liu Ye spoke and said, "We can't."
"What do you mean?" Several other disciples were extremely confused.
Liu Ye opened her mouth and said, "We are really not good at it, our character is too bad."
"The sect leader just said to me: 'Every porridge and meal should be remembered as hard-earned. This is a gift from nature and a rare delicacy in the world.' Look at us again, eating some porridge and complaining every day that bird feathers are fading from our mouths. coming."
After hearing this, several other disciples lowered their heads in shame.
What is the identity of the sect leader?
That is one of the few gods in the world!
However, the sect master can actually eat such a simple meal with gusto?
As expected of a master, this mentality is a thousand or ten thousand times better than theirs!
"We still need to practice, we need to practice well!"
"One day, we can be like the sect master, even if we eat a bowl of porridge, we can eat the infinite principles of the universe!"
"Even if you take a sip of water, you can see the true meaning of cultivation!"
They cheered themselves up and were very excited!
After a while, they took back the dishes and chopsticks belonging to the sect leader Xue Wujiang and went back to continue their chores.
The elders were still awake, looking at the Tiehanhan and sighing.
"When will these iron fools be able to see through the true face of the sect master!"
