Looking at the grave, Zhiqing's eyelids twitched, and he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Xiao Ming smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Chen, this is not the master's, it is my father's tomb."

"Oh," Zhiqing, who breathed a sigh of relief, went to look at the tombstone decisively, and wrote the words "Rodming" on it, nodded and said, "What's the purpose of taking me to see your father's tomb?"

A complicated look flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes, "My dad did a lot of embarrassing things that make people despise before his death, but after his death, he repeatedly asked me to give me a reminder and hint to protect his master..." He told him that he was already wet by the impact of emotional fluctuations. He took a deep breath, and his eyes were reddened by tears, deliberately concealed to look into the distance. His eyes were casually swept on the thaimao behind the wind. After he stabilized himself, he withdrew his gaze again, smiled apologetically and told Zhiqing a story that happened half a month ago.

Half a month ago, Xiao Ming's mother accidentally destroyed the Yin and Yang eyes on Zhong Kui's forehead because of careless operation. Of course, the mother and the other party involved were unaware of it, and were just surprised how the light in that moment could not flash.

Zhong Kui was about to die. His mother and wife prepared the old clothes for him to be buried. The old clothes must be worn when the dying person enters the coffin.

The so-called "coming naked" and "going naked" is the reason. No matter whether you are rich or poor in the world, you can't take anything away at the moment of your death. The only thing is to wear a lifeless stinky skin in plain clothes, allowing the living people to do whatever they want.

You can bury the land here, usually it is burial, because some mountainous areas have slopes and forest gardens to bury the corpses of relatives. Moreover, many of these slopes and forest gardens are idle. As long as they do not violate the land law, you can arrange them at will.

Just as Xiao Ming and his mother helped the master change his dirty and smelly clothes, his wife ran in panic and said that a monk from You Fang came outside.

Xiao Ming didn't know what the monks in the world did, but his mother told him that the monks in the world were commonly known as the monks in the world; "Yunshui Monk" means two meanings in the Buddhist world; one is that the monks who walk on the world are like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and unobstructed, and the other is that they live naturally like clouds in the sky, water in the bottle.

"The monks in the Youfang are begging for alms," Xiao Ming glared at his wife's disobedience and asked in a low voice.

The wife shook her head and said, "No, I will give him rice, shake her head, give him money, shake her head, shake her head no matter what she gives her, and she doesn't say a word, just stay at the door and don't leave."

A dark thread appeared on Xiao Ming's face and cursed in his heart: Damn, what kind of thing is it, so he asked his wife to help him and walked out by himself.

Sure enough, at the door, there was a male monk wearing an orange plain dress, bald head, folded his hands together, and leaned his eyes with an orange cushion with his lower eyebrows and lowered his eyes.

Out of etiquette, Xiao Ming also clasped his hands together, "Master, do you need our help?"

The monk Youfang did not look up and whispered, "Amitabha, I am here to see a doctor." His voice was loud and he gave people a loud and sensational feeling.

The liar, when he heard the other party say that he was seeing a doctor, Xiao Ming raised his eyebrows and guessed secretly, but he still maintained a pious expression in his face and said, "Master, there are no patients at home. Thank you for coming to the door for delivering medicine."

Hearing Xiao Ming's doubts, the monk You Fang suddenly looked up and said with a slight angrily expression: "Everyone is terminally ill, and he still says there are no patients. If you continue to stick to your own opinions, then I will leave..." After the monk said that, he acted as if he was about to leave.

Looking at the face, the monk Youfang was about fifty years old. After hearing what the monk Youfang said, Xiao Ming was secretly surprised. He was so amazing... Did he know Master? But then he thought that there are more people who are wandering and cheating now, so he should observe it. Also, Master is now a silly person. With just one word, he can save Master. Xiao Ming's suspicious eyes glanced at the other party's serious and serious face for a moment.

"I dare to ask where the master comes from and where the Baosha comes from," he hurriedly called out to the other party.

The monk You Fang's tone became stronger, he ignored Xiao Ming's questioning, and said anxiously: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take me to see the patient,"

The other party was so straightforward that his expression didn't seem to be a joke, so how could Xiao Ming hesitate? He quickly brought the monk Youfang into the house and took it to Zhong Kui's shop.

The monk Youfang entered the room, his eyes burst into sharp light. After looking around alertly, he ignored the others in the room and walked straight to Zhong Kui's head.

The mother and wife hurriedly dodged away, not knowing what the Youfang monk was going to do for a moment, but when they saw Xiao Ming, they seemed to be trying their best to cooperate with the Youfang monk, the two of them silently left the house.

Xiao Ming hurriedly brought a wooden bench and placed it next to the monk You Fang, standing with his hands down.

The monk Youfang closed his eyes, raised his five fingers straight with his right hand, and grabbed Zhong Kui's hand vertically on the side of his body with his left hand. "It's okay, it's okay," Youfang's monk seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be saying to Xiao Ming. His previous anger disappeared and his face became kind, and he seemed to have a smile: "You can quickly wrap your master in a soft and thick blanket and send it to Zhong Kui Temple."

I don’t know how true or false the words of this monk in Youfang are, but now, people seem to be confident in saving the master, so Xiao Ming can still ignore the other party’s arrangements. Besides, isn’t there a saying among the people that you should be treated as a living horse. If you save the master, it will naturally be a good thing.

"You really sent your master to Zhongkui Temple," Zhiqing said with amazement.

"Well," Xiao Ming nodded, then took Zhiqing away from his father's cemetery, went down the mountain along the way, and added to Zhiqing who bowed his head and said nothing, "Let's go down the mountain and pedal the bike,"

Since going up the mountain is easier than going down the mountain, you can walk straight, and going down the mountain is leaning down. If you don’t pay attention, you will feel a little unbalanced. Zhiqing still has questions in his heart. He did not ask what Xiao Ming meant when he was pedaling. Instead, he avoided his topic and asked out his questions. When he was about to ask, he almost fell down. He quickly held a tree beside him before he asked out the questions.

"No...No...what happened after you sent your master to Zhongkui Temple?"

"Uncle Chen, don't worry, you'll know later," Xiao Ming said, stretching out his hand to prepare to support him.

Zhiqing shrank, "Don't help me, I'm not a seventy-eighty person yet, hurry up and take me to see your master,"

When the two went down the mountain, Xiao Ming's mother cooked a bowl of steaming poached eggs and put a lot of brown sugar in it. She must have Zhiqing eaten before leaving.

The helpless Zhiqing had to sit down and eat the poached eggs for no reason.
Chapter completed!