After hearing what the coachman said, Wei Yi, who was a little tired in the carriage, felt energetic.

"Can't you lift the coffin?"

"This is quite interesting. Come on, let's go over and have a look."

After saying that, Wei Yi got off the carriage, walked from the front, and headed back towards the group of people to enter the encirclement.

The groom followed him.

Originally, he thought that his Taoist priest might have squeezed in, or that he could just hang out outside to see the excitement.

But what he didn't expect was.

Every time Wei Yi took a step forward, the people around him began to consciously move to both sides, as if there was a passage specially left for him.

groom:"……"

People are really different!

Shaking his head, he also stared up from behind. Everyone is curious.

Seeing everyone making way for him, Wei Yi understood what they were thinking.

to be honest.

This really wasn't something he did.

The reason why others made way for him every time he walked forward was because he wore this Taoist robe.

I have to say that sometimes having such an identity is actually quite useful.

Get past the crowd.

Wei Yi came behind the group of people banging in the center.

only saw.

This is a huge funeral procession with dozens of people, not only relatives and friends dressed in white, but also a gong and drum team in front.

He looks like a rich man at first glance!

At this moment, someone in the distance shouted, and then separated everyone:

"Give way, give way."

"Mr. Yin Yang is also in this team, please come out."

"Everyone, please be quiet and don't panic. Let's wait until our husband has read everything before talking about it. Don't talk nonsense, lest you cause any trouble."

"Please forgive me for any offense."

A middle-aged man in his forties suddenly walked out.

In this way, while talking to others, he separated the team and let Mr. Yin Yang in black robes at the back walk to the side of the coffin.

"Please."

"Please..."

Having said this, the onlookers slowly dispersed, and Mr. Yin Yang was already standing next to the coffin.

This Mr. Yin Yang is an old man with wrinkled skin, and he walks a little shaky.

but.

When he came over, he immediately patted the coffin that everyone was avoiding with his dry palm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The voice was dull and deep, as if someone was responding.

With such a gentle pat, everyone felt as if a hint of cool breeze had passed through their soles, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Feeling this sinister wind, Old Mr. Yin Yang shook his head and sighed helplessly:

"Alas~"

"Your ancestor died not peacefully."

"He doesn't want to leave the land where he was born and raised..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man who had just presided over the matter became a little anxious.

He quickly walked up to the old gentleman and said softly:

"Old sir, I know this too."

"But this matter definitely does not involve unvirtuous wives and unfilial descendants."

"All these thoughts and grievances are due to the old man's unwillingness, but a living person cannot let a dead person suffocate to death, right?"

"Please ask the old gentleman to think of a solution."

"This matter can't go on like this. The sun will go down soon, and things will be difficult to handle."

Once the coffin is delayed until night for burial, there will be explanation for the matter.

Maybe the next day there will be rumors flying all over the place, and then the entire family will have their backs stabbed in the back.

Hearing this, Mr. Yin Yang also shook his head helplessly:

"I've seen this too."

"If there really is a family problem, then it's not just the coffin sitting on the ground."

"I've even seen bleeding coffins. Solving this is just a trivial matter."

Having said this, Mr. Yin Yang reminded him emphatically:

"The reason why I say this to you is to prepare you well for the next step."

"Maybe there will be twists and turns later."

"By the way...are the yellow paper and gold ingots you brought with you enough? If not, you have to get it as soon as possible. The sooner the better!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly spoke:

"Enough! Enough!"

"Brothers and sisters are very considerate. Those carrying poles at the back are filled with gold and silver ingots, which is definitely enough."

"I would like to ask the old gentleman to take more trouble next time."

"It's true that the old man is getting old. As he gets older, he is even more afraid of death. He...sigh!"

At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh heavily.

How can a son say anything about his father?

Mr. Yin Yang has become a mature man, he has lived for so many years, and he mainly does funerals, so he naturally understands the inside story.

But he didn't say much.

But he raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Yi with some surprise, who was eating melon next to him.

Wei Yi noticed the old man's gaze and nodded slightly, indicating that he was just a freeloader and would not steal business casually.

Seeing Wei Yi's good intentions, the old man nodded kindly.

Immediately afterwards, the old gentleman spoke:

"Please also ask the host to catch one of the big roosters leading the way."

Middle-aged man: "Okay, here we go."

"Someone, bring the rooster."

After some shouting, someone from the front had already caught the big rooster.

Don't look at this old gentleman. He is already very old.

But his skin is just dry, and the strength on his bones is very powerful.

The rooster that was still noisy in the hands of the servant just now fell into the hands of the old Mr. Yin and Yang and was immediately cured.

"Kekeke..."

Holding the chicken in his left hand, Mr. Yin Yang circled the big coffin twice.

Then he stood next to the coffin and muttered:

"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, life is a long road, death is just the beginning of a new life, why do you still miss this land, let's go, let's go..."

After he finished speaking, he held the sword technique in his right hand and lightly scratched the comb of the handsome rooster he held in his left hand.

Blood flowed out.

It just happened to fall on the two fingers of his finger.

"Let's go~ let's go~"

The cockscomb blood in the old Mr. Yin Yang's hand was touched on the four poles carrying the coffin.

Just at this time.

The crowd watching the excitement vaguely heard the sound of deflation.

"Pfft..."

Immediately afterwards, old Mr. Yin Yang waved to the four men:

"Lift the coffin!"

After hearing the command, four shirtless men picked up the sticks and lifted them up:

"One, two, three, get up!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the coffin that seemed to be growing on the ground just now was easily lifted up by four people.

Everyone watching was amazed:

“It’s really amazing!”

"Oh my God, this old man is really capable."
Chapter completed!