"Jiruo, who is this?"

Liang Shixian asked hesitantly.

Gu Shaoxuan's dress is so that's the case... Who can come to school with a coffin in the early morning?

Although this school is a bit simple...

Liang Shixian looked at the low fence around the school and the only half-open-air classroom. He thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Jiruo, is this a special custom here?"

Ji Ruo was a little confused: "What custom does it take to carry a coffin?"

"For example, filial piety or something..."

“???”

Even though Zhi Jiruo's brain circuit was not reacted at once.

If you carry the corpse of your ancestors with you, do you call this filial piety? This is too filial!

Ji Ruo looked at Liang Shixian blankly: "With the class leader, you will learn the brain circuit when you go to college, right?"

Liang Shixian scratched his head, and after he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.

If it is really a local custom, these children should not be so scared.

The two of them had a bad conversation, but Gu Shaoxuan was not an ordinary person, and the content of their conversation was filled with him.

He smiled and said, "What this friend said is actually right. I am indeed filial... By the way, do you need to handle funeral business? It is best to handle such things while you are alive. After all, no one knows who will come first tomorrow or accident, right?

Make an appointment in advance, and you won’t be buried in a foreign land at that time.

I can tell you that on the border of Daxia, my family’s funeral business is definitely the best, and no funeral shop can compare with my family!

To be honest, Jiruo and I have become sworn brothers. You are Jiruo's friends, that is my friends. Now I book, I can give you a 60% discount and give you an additional coffin... By the way, this friend, do you like burial or cremation?"

The so-called "no one can compare to it" is probably the only one on the entire border... I have never heard of funeral business on the border!

Liang Shixian stayed up all night to make courseware, but his mental state was not very good. Hearing this, he subconsciously replied: "If you can choose, I still want to sanctify me, thank you..."

"Hey! What's the best thing about sanctification? It's the tradition of our Daxia since ancient times. sanctification is really contrary to..."

Before Gu Shaoxuan finished speaking, he was forced to interrupt Ji Ruo. The boy said angrily: "To be honest, I didn't agree to be sworn with you yesterday!"

......

Ji Ruo pulled Gu Shaoxuan aside and asked in a low voice: "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

Although I am not very familiar with Gu Shaoxuan, judging from Jiruo’s understanding of him so far, this funeral shop owner named Gu Shaoxuan may have some problems with his mind.

Gu Shaoxuan couldn't help but scream: "What are you joining in the fun? I really want to come and teach you the children!"

Ji Ruo said patiently: "You see, we are no longer short of teachers now, and we already have special substitute teachers in charge of all subjects..."

"Nonsense, you obviously have one course that no one teaches."

“What class?”

"Classic funeral culture of Daxia!"

"?"

Ji Ruo's face is dark, this is a class you taught for yourself!

Ji Ruo said tactfully: "Do you think it's appropriate to tell the children this?"

"What's wrong with it? Isn't this knowledge?"

"But this knowledge is not suitable for teaching in class..."

This time it was Gu Shaoxuan's turn to interrupt.

He looked at Ji Ruo and asked seriously: "Is there any distinction between high and low knowledge? What knowledge is not knowledge?

These things are indeed inherited by our ancestors, right? You can’t just cut off the inheritance just because everyone yearns for sanctification now, right?"

Ji Ruo was surprised. He didn't expect Gu Shaoxuan to say such words.

Is there no distinction between high and low knowledge...

Scheming Ruoruo has something to think about.

Because of the stereotype of Gu Shaoxuan, Ji Ruo preconceived thought that Gu Shaoxuan was not a serious person, but...

Gu Shaoxuan looked at Ji Ruo and said sincerely: "You have seen it too. What was the first reaction of those children when they saw me? They were fear.

People should be respectful of death and the dead, but they should not be afraid of the dead.

Is this right? I don't think so, so I want to do something, please let me be a teacher."

Ji Ruo pondered for a moment.

"You answer me a question first."

"Please say it."

"Is this coffin you carry for storage, or..."

"Ah, this." Gu Shaoxuan smiled: "Didn't I say that, I'm filial piety."

He took off the coffin behind him and carefully uncovered the lid in front of Jiruo.

A golden light came into view.

"This is......"

Gu Shaoxuan shrugged: "As you see, a holy statue."

"icon......"

Ji Ruo opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The statue in the coffin is shriveled and twisted, and there is no majestic feeling of other statues at all, and it is only one-third the size of a normal statue.

The expression was extremely hideous, and there seemed to be a little fear left.

It was like he encountered something very terrifying when he died.

"This is my brother." Gu Shaoxuan looked at the statue in the coffin and his tone suddenly became extremely gentle: "He, he is obviously not brave, but he insists on learning the courage of others. Back then..."

Gu Shaoxuan looked reminiscent, but he did not continue talking. Instead, he smiled and shook his head, saying, "Forget it, it's all old stories, so I won't tell you."

After thinking about it, Ji Ruo asked, "Why have you been taking him with you all the time?"

Gu Shaoxuan was silent for a moment and said, "Before he died, he told me that I would live well. Our Daxia is so beautiful. He said it was a pity. Let me live and take a good look for him... How could I see so many scenery alone? So he brought him with me and if you want to see it, just go and see it yourself, although he can't see it now."

Ji Ruo looked down at the shriveled golden statue in the coffin, and suddenly said, "Have you prepared your lesson?"

"Um?"

Ji Ruo looked at Gu Shaoxuan and said seriously: "I haven't prepared anything. How do you plan to attend class? We haven't prepared textbooks for this."

Gu Shaoxuan was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed: "Did you agree?"

"I'm just a substitute teacher. What's the point of saying this? I'm not the principal." Ji Ruo rolled his eyes: "You're going to class, but I've said it in advance. You're not allowed to tell horror stories to children during class! They are still young, and telling horror stories can easily scare them."

"Haha, don't worry!" Gu Shaoxuan carried the coffin again and said, "I knew you would agree to me because we are the same people."

Ji Ruo was puzzled: "I am the same person as you? How did you know?"

Gu Shaoxuan smiled mysteriously and said, "Hey, you also believe that the world after death exists, right? The dead souls walked into the underworld, walked across the Naihe Bridge, drank Mengpo soup, and reincarnated..."

Ji Ruo frowned: "Isn't that feudal superstition?"

Gu Shaoxuan squeezed his eyes at Jiruo: "Superstition? Who knows, just treat it as superstition, haha."

Then, Gu Shaoxuan turned around, waved his hand, and said, "Then I'm going to prepare for the lessons, see you later."

Ji Ruo was stunned for a while and suddenly muttered unhappy: "Why do everyone like to play puzzles with me now?"

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Chapter completed!