Zhang Xiu looked at Kangxi's excited expression, then looked at Zhang Dahu, who was about to faint from fright, and asked, "How many days does he have to live?"
Under Zhang Xiu's stern gaze, Kangxi said confidently: "There are still three days left. After the funeral, he will definitely die. Teacher, don't worry, I am the City God of Jizhou, and I am very accurate at this time!"
After hearing this, Zhang Dahu was inexplicably sad and angry.
I think you just want to eat in advance! !
Facing this unreliable City God, Zhang Dahu felt angry and frightened. He trembled and said, "City God, this is not necessary. I will ask the chef to prepare the offerings for you."
Kangxi was furious when he heard this: "Since you asked us to host the funeral, why did you find another cook? Isn't this looking down on us?
There are more than seventy people in our funeral group. Regardless of whether they are guests who are familiar with the funeral, busy guests or mourners, we are all ready. I will take charge of the funeral, and I will make sure that you leave in a glorious manner! "
As he spoke, he took out a white coat from his sleeves and put it on, then took out a white hat and put it on his head, and walked towards the kitchen.
Halfway there, he suddenly turned around and asked expectantly: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, do you still need a filial son to mourn? I can give you a 20% discount."
Zhang Dahu: "@#￥%￥#@......"
As expected of the City God, he made clear arrangements for him in just a few words...
Three days later, Zhangjiazhuang ushered in a grand funeral.
In the mourning hall, Ying'er was dressed like a filial daughter, sitting on a futon and crying. Sitting opposite her and crying were the professional filial sons of Zhang Xiu's funeral group who were part-time city gods.
Yuan Zhang's concubines looked at him blankly.
Who am I, where am I, why am I here?
Is this definitely the funeral of their master? Who are these filial sons and filial daughters? Why don’t you recognize any of them? ?
Does the master have so many illegitimate children outside?
Especially the filial son named Liu Xing, who looks several years older than their master!
The lively funeral attracted many people to watch.
Two Taoist priests in yellow robes came to the door, glanced at the mourning crowd, and suddenly took a breath of cold air: "Hiss! Taoist Master Ma, did I see it wrong? The chef in charge of the spoon looks like Is he the City God of Jizhou?"
Taoist Master Ma had a look of shock on his face and said with dull eyes: "No, Taoist Master Li, you read that right. The one who mourns is the City God of Chang'an, the person who presides over the funeral is the City God of Luoyang, and the one who is doing chores on the side is the City God of Luzhou."
In such a big battle, could it be that the Lord of Hell is dead? "
There was an old man beside them. After listening to the conversation between the two, he said calmly: "What the hell, the person who died was a local wealthy man. He was just an ordinary person."
Taoist Master Ma sneered: "Oh, how can ordinary people invite so many city gods? That Zhang Dahu must have other identities. It's just that your knowledge is shallow and you don't know his other identities."
The old man was not angry. Youyou looked at his contemptuous face, and his expression gradually became complicated: "I am Zhang Dahu."
Taoist Master Ma snorted contemptuously: "You are Zhang Dahu and you are like this, wait...who do you think you are??!!"
Looking at Zhang Dahu standing in front of him, Daochang Ma's eyes almost popped out of his head. His mouth was open enough to swallow a fist, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
What kind of situation is it that the deceased is still mourning before he is dead? ?
No, it seems that people who are not dead cannot be called dead...
Looking at Taoist Ma with a messy expression and standing there doubting his life, Zhang Dahu sighed helplessly.
He really couldn't understand Zhang Xiu's strange behavior of mourning him in advance, but with so many city gods gathered together, it was definitely not just a whim.
Since his brain is not enough, he might as well cooperate well. Seeing how obedient he is, maybe the City God can give him a good pregnancy...
At the same time, Ao Xue was eating melon seeds and looking at Ying'er in the mourning hall, covering her face and crying, her body twitching, she couldn't help but joked: "Look, Zhang Xiu, Ying'er is smiling so happily. ! She had been talking about inheriting so-and-so's inheritance all day long, and this time she finally got it!"
Zhang Xiu lamented: "Who would have thought before that Zhang Dahu had so many concubines, but none of his children were his own."
As he said that, Zhang Xiu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the heads of the two brats beside him.
After Xia'er's calculations, Zhang Yuanwai was destined to have a son and a daughter, and the two brats around Zhang Xiu came to the Zhang family to be reincarnated.
But since the two of them came here, they have been waiting for almost two and a half years. In addition to singing and dancing every day, they just play pinball with their eyeballs, but they just can't wait for the notice from the underworld and reincarnate in the belly of that concubine. .
In desperation, the two of them had no choice but to live on the second floor of the Zhang family's warehouse.
Now that Zhang Yuanwai only has three days left to live, how can they be reincarnated?
If things go on like this, these two little ghosts will definitely accumulate resentment and turn into evil ghosts to do evil.
Zhang Xiu felt that this matter was very strange, and ordered his group of disciples to conduct a thorough investigation of the areas under their control to see if anything similar had happened.
The investigation didn't matter, the seventy-two city gods sent back letters one after another. Under each of them, similar things happened.
Due to reasons related to the underworld, there were more than 80,000 cases of delays in reincarnation and wrong births within three years!
This can no longer be simply explained by omissions, this is definitely an extremely serious dereliction of duty!
Therefore, Zhang Xiu summoned several disciples who were not busy with affairs and discussed countermeasures with them. To be cautious, Li Xiaohu, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, nicknamed "Senior Agent Pangolin", was sent to the underworld to inquire for information.
Three days have passed, but there is no news from Li Xiaohu.
Zhang Xiu helped Zhang Dahu organize the funeral while continuing to wait for news.
After the funeral, Zhang Dahu lay down in the coffin under the watch of relatives and friends, and then died and was buried.
After the funeral was over, Zhang Dahu's relatives and friends dispersed one after another. In the dim forest, Zhang Dahu's soul slowly floated out of the coffin.
Zhang Dahu played with his translucent body in a novel way for a while, and then looked at Zhang Xiu with some confusion: "Mr. Zhang, should I go to the underworld now? How should I go to the underworld?"
Zhang Xiu explained patiently: "Don't be impatient. A secret agent will come to pick you up later. After interrogation by the judge, he will decide whether you want to step on the mountain of knives or go into the frying pan."
Zhang Dahu: "..."
Please do me a favor and give me some other options!
At this time, Li Xiaohu's weak voice came: "No need to wait, the evil spirits will not come to pick him up today. Teacher, something happened in the underworld, the King of Hell is dead..."
(End of chapter)
