It was only then that I discovered that the heavy rain in this area was much heavier than in the city. The rain curtain fell on the lake, and I could hear it extremely clearly.
Hu Tiangang was the first to get out of the car. He ran over from behind holding a black umbrella and rushed directly to the first hearse. Then he said a few words to Zhao Jiuzhou and then walked towards the hearse where we were.
come over.
After the car door opened, Zhao Jiuzhou jumped up and asked me what I was going to do.
After all, it rained too much!
According to their northern rules, the coffin is generally not allowed to be exposed to rain during funerals. According to northern parlance, this is called being exposed to spiritual rain, and future generations will be poor for their entire lives.
But what we say in the south is just the opposite. As the saying goes, the rain hits the head of the coffin, and princes are born from generation to generation, so being exposed to the rain is not a bad thing.
As for which of these two statements is more accurate, to be honest, it is somewhat difficult to argue.
After all, this is also an inheritance of customs and culture. Wherever there is culture, there will be regional differences. There is no absolute right or wrong.
When I used to organize funerals with my grandfather, we would often encounter rainy conditions. Normally we would proceed as usual, but this was the first time we encountered such a heavy rainstorm.
Under such circumstances, to be honest, it is indeed inappropriate to bury him.
It’s just that these two sets of longevity materials were made by myself, and I don’t worry about rainwater getting in, so my opinion is to bury them as usual.
After a brief discussion between Zhao Jiuzhou and Hu Tiangang, they agreed with my point of view.
But then, Zhao Jiuzhou made a new request. He actually wanted us to carry the coffin and leave first.
I shook my head decisively at this, "The old man must be in front, this is non-negotiable!"
Seeing my decisive attitude, Zhao Jiuzhou could only nod helplessly in agreement. Then he glanced at Panlong's coffin and turned back to the first hearse.
Soon, Mr. Hu's coffin was carried out of the hearse.
Hu Tiangang quickly ran over and held up an umbrella for Old Man Wu.
Zhao Jiuzhou himself was holding an umbrella. As for the Eight King Kong who carried the old man's coffin, he was not treated so well. He could only grit his teeth and endure the rain.
Fortunately, they were well prepared. Under the illumination of a strong flashlight, the road under their feet was as bright as day. Under the leadership of the brewer, they walked directly towards the cemetery.
Although it didn't rain for long, a large amount of accumulated water began to flow down from the top of the mountain, flowing along the ravines and ravines in the mountain streams into the lake below.
The road was muddy and difficult to navigate. It was obvious that Zhao Jiuzhou and his group were having a hard time driving, and they were not moving very fast.
I didn't wait long. After I saw them walking out for a short distance, I took care of the seven people around me, carried the dragon coffin, and followed closely behind them.
After walking about half the distance, we came to a relatively gentle place. At this moment, Old Man Wu, who was holding the old man's coffin in front, suddenly turned around and shouted to us:
"The road is slippery, be careful where you step!"
Others were fine, but I couldn't help but feel something in my heart. I subconsciously lowered my head and looked at my feet, and searched for money in the place where they had just walked.
Although it is dark, my vision is not much different from daytime.
Suddenly, my eyes fell on a small tree next to me, and I stopped for a moment.
Because underneath this small tree, I saw the gravel that I had just given to Old Man Wu.
The corners of my eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Obviously, this was thrown down intentionally by Old Man Wu, probably just to remind me.
Could it be that there is some secret hidden here?
My gaze always fell on that square inch, and after just a moment, I discovered a clue.
This tree was planted not long ago. Although the soil has been washed away and soaked by rain, it can still be seen that it is new soil.
This discovery immediately filled my heart with vigilance!
His eyes suddenly glanced around, and sure enough, he found several such small trees in different directions, with a vague and wonderful layout.
This place has indeed been arranged in advance.
If it weren't for the fact that the coffin couldn't fall to the ground, I really wanted to walk over and see what was going on?
It seems that old man Wu knew there was a problem here from the beginning. He asked for rocks before and asked me to pay attention to my steps. This was a deliberate reminder to me!
But how did he know there was something going on here??
This old man is a bit mysterious!
While I was thinking wildly, several muffled sounds suddenly came from the front, which suddenly woke me up.
Looking up, Zhao Jiuzhou's people suddenly hunched down for some reason, as if they were being pressed down by a mountain on their shoulders.
I saw at a glance that the dragon rope tied to the coffin, for some unknown reason, suddenly stretched straight and made a rattling sound. It was obviously bearing huge gravity.
"what happened?"
Zhao Jiuzhou asked quickly, obviously he also discovered something unusual.
"Chief, the coffin has become heavier!" one of them said through gritted teeth.
"It's several times heavier than before, I can't bear it anymore!"
A slightly younger guy had a painful expression on his face because he was overwhelmed.
"Hold on, don't let the coffin fall to the ground!"
While Zhao Jiuzhou was talking, he took out a paper charm from his backpack, muttered something, and then slapped it on the young man's body.
A faint glimmer of light flashed by, and the young man straightened his back immediately.
Obviously, this should be a powerful talisman.
But it only took a moment for the talisman to be wetted by the rain and washed away from the young man's body.
Without the support of the powerful talisman, the young man groaned and couldn't support himself. His body couldn't help but hunch down, and he might fall to the ground in the next moment.
Zhao Jiuzhou, with quick eyesight and quick hands, pushed forward with a single lunge, and his shoulders were suddenly placed on the dragon pole.
But even so, the old man's coffin still shook violently, and the remaining people became unsteady.
Seeing that these people were about to fall to the ground, a hand suddenly slapped on the coffin board, making a muffled sound, and the shaking coffin stopped steadily.
The one who took action was surprisingly Qing Yi.
Then, he recited a spell quickly, bit his finger, and tapped the coffin bearers on their foreheads like lightning.
These people suddenly became energetic and straightened their waists instantly.
Crisis strikes immediately!
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they heard two crunching sounds.
Two thumb-thick dragon ropes broke at the same time!
Bang.
The coffin, which weighed several hundred kilograms, fell hard to the ground.