Lin Guoming asked Mrs. Ping to come over and help preside over the burial ceremony of the remains of Grandpa Lintian.

The ceremony is not complicated. Ping Po finds a suitable time, hires someone to dig up the grave, puts the remains one by one in the coffin, and then returns them to the soil. That's it.

In the process of fighting, no mistakes can be made. This requires very experienced people to do this. Only Ping Po can do this.

The funeral was held two days later. On this morning, the wind was sunny and the sun had just risen, giving me a warm feeling on my body.

Lin Tian thought it was a good day. It had been raining lightly the past few days, and today it was as if God suddenly turned off the faucet.

Two men who worked with Ping Po were responsible for digging up the empty grave of Grandpa Zeng in Lintian.

When Lin Tian saw that the grave was dug, there was only a rotten coffin with nothing inside.

The tombstone reads "Tomb of Lin Hanlin". This is the first time Lin Tian knows Grandpa Zeng's name.

Lin Hanlin is catchy and exudes the atmosphere of a scholar.

While the man was digging the grave, Ping Po was leaning on a cane and muttering some words that Lin Tian couldn't understand.

As soon as the grave was dug, Lin Guoming and the others began to burn incense. Next to it were candles, silver treasures, fruits, drinks and the like.

Ping Po sprinkled some talisman water on the coffin in the empty tomb and asked the two men to avoid it.

Next, she took matters into her own hands.

She took out the bones one by one from the jar and put them gently into the coffin.

It seemed that she picked up the bones at random, but she seemed to have a complete guide in her heart, and the bones were all where they should be, in order.

This opened Lin Tian's eyes. He thought that Ping Po was old, her eyes were dim, her hands and feet were trembling, but now it seemed that her skills were no different from those of young people.

This further confirmed Lin Tian's suspicion that she was a Taoist.

After a while, Lin Tian saw Mrs. Ping placing all the bones in place, as neatly as a person lying flat in a coffin, and her work was impeccable.

When she finished putting together the last bone, Ping Po clapped her hands and sprinkled paper money and talisman paper water.

"Cover the coffin."

The two men obeyed the order and acted together, preparing to close the coffin lid.

At this time, a big dark cloud floated in the green sky, covering up the sun above Lin Tian and the others.

Pingpo noticed this, she calmly said to the two big men: "Move quickly."

The two big men quickly lifted the coffin lid and prepared to put it on the coffin.

As soon as they let go, the sky turned completely dark.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed nearby.

When Lin Tian saw the lightning coming so close, his heart suddenly tightened and he gave a reminder.

"careful!"

Before he finished speaking, the two big men covered the lid and jumped out of the pit with great agility.

As soon as they jumped out of the pit, Lin Tian heard the sound of thunder very close by, and what he was most worried about happened.

That thunder struck directly where the two big men were standing just now, and hit Lin Hanlin's coffin.

Seeing this, Lin Guoming panicked. In the countryside, it was an unlucky sign for a coffin to be struck by lightning.

"Ping Po, what should I do? Is this normal?"

Ping Po is calm and composed.

"Don't panic, God has his own arrangements.

Lightning striking the coffin means that Lin Jiu has something to say to you."

Lin Jiu?

This is Grandpa Zeng’s nickname. It is very likely that Ping Po and Grandpa Zeng are old acquaintances.

As he was thinking about it, Lin Tian keenly saw sparks starting to appear at the coffin that was struck by lightning.

"on fire!"

Ping Po glanced at Lin Tian, ​​with a hint of meaning in her eyes that Lin Tian couldn't understand.

"Go up and put out the fire."

Lin Tian didn't understand this kind of thing, so he followed Ping Po's words, picked up the broom next to him, and went to put out the fire.

Pingpo said coolly: "No.

Using a broom to sweep away dirt and using it on the coffin is disrespectful to your great-grandfather.

Put out the fire with your own hands and don't use anything."

Hearing this, Lin Guoming couldn't bear to say: "Mr. Ping, if my son touches it with his hands, he will be burned. I am the eldest grandson, why don't I go."

Pingpo waved her hands and said, "No, this is God's will. Go put out the fire quickly, don't let it really burn. It will be bad for your family's fortune."

Lin Tian did not dare to neglect at all. He gave Lin Guoming a look of relief to reassure him, and then jumped into the pit.

Without hesitation, he reached out to extinguish the flames on the coffin.

I don’t know what this coffin is made of, but if a spark splashes on it, it will show signs of spreading.

Putting out flames with his bare hands was just a piece of cake for him who was in the foundation-building realm.

A body in the foundation-building realm has gone through several rounds of bone marrow cleaning. Its physical condition is many times better than that of a normal person, and its ability to endure pain is also stronger than that of an average person.

Even if you are burned, you can recover quickly.

After a while, Lin Guoming smelled the smell of burnt fur in the air, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing his son injured, he felt uncomfortable, but he did not dare to act recklessly.

Lin Guodong gave him a reassuring look.

Lin Tian patted it seven or eight times without daring to use too much force, and put out the fire.

"Ping Po, the fire is out, what should I do?"

Ping Po said: "No need, you can come out."

She turned to the two men and said, "You two, return home quickly."

Then, she said to Lin Guoming and Lin Guodong: "You two start burning paper money. The last few shovels of soil will be returned by the eldest grandson."

Under Ping Po's control, everyone got busy.

Lin Guoming glanced at Lin Tian's hand and saw it was burnt black and the skin was torn. He asked with concern: "Xiaotian, are you okay?"

Lin Tian smiled calmly, without any trace of pain.

"Dad, it's okay. I'll go back and apply some trauma medicine and it'll be fine soon."

Only then did Lin Guoming feel relieved.

There was no water to wash hands here. Lin Tian felt his eyes were a little itchy and subconsciously rubbed them gently with the back of his hand, thinking that after the ceremony was over, he would get a bottle of water to wash his hands.

"My eyes are a little itchy."

Lin Tian's eyes began to itch. This itching feeling made him feel that something was not right. It felt as if something was sneaking into his body. He couldn't tell what it was exactly.

He blinked his eyes hard to let some tears fall from his eyes, which made him feel better.

He thought it was nothing, so he didn't care about it anymore. If it started to itch again, he would go back and put some eye drops.

The soil was quickly returned and the monument was erected.

They burned thick paper money, inserted lots of incense, and completed the ceremony under Ping Po's announcement.

Somehow, Lin Tian always felt that there was something wrong with the way Ping Po looked at him occasionally, and he couldn't guess why.

Why must Lin Tian put out the flames on the coffin with his own hands?

Logically speaking, during a funeral, if the son is present, the son will do all the work; if the son is not around, but the grandson is not present, then the grandson will do it.

His father is still here, so no one can care about him, right?
Chapter completed!