I am Wu Dalang, starting with Pan Jinlian

Zhao Xiong asked Mrs. Sun to find Wu Fei's favorite clothes and took them out. Mrs. Sun's eyes were red and swollen, and exhaustion was written all over her face: "The village elder said, this is what Brother Fei wore when he first came to Niujia Village. His clothes don’t look the same as ours, but I think they are clothes from his hometown..." He said in a crying tone, but he couldn't cry, his eyes were dry from crying.

Zhao Xiong took it in a serious and silent manner, and shouted: "Light up the lamp!"

The village elder next to him put a cluster of small sparks in a paper oil lamp, let someone carry it, and walked forward following Zhao Xiong's steps holding his clothes.

When a person just dies, light a portable lamp. This kind of lamp is also called "soul-inducing lamp", which helps the soul of the deceased to reincarnate.This is a rule that has always been in ancient times. I hope that the deceased can have this light to guide them, so that they can walk on the road to Huangquan easily.

"Big mortuary!" The vicissitudes of the village elder's voice echoed in the silent mid-air, Zhao Xiong solemnly held Wu Fei's clothes in front of a carved coffin, and put them down neatly.

"Cover the coffin!"

After the trembling sound, Sun couldn't hold it anymore, and passed out while crying.Liu Youqian who was beside her hurriedly supported her and shouted, "Hurry up! Madam Sun has fainted!"

Zhao Xiong frowned, waved his hands, and said in an exhausted voice, "Come here! Send Mrs. Sun down to rest, and then invite a doctor and a girl to take care of her."

The people under him hurriedly carried Mrs. Sun out.

After the coffin was nailed up, the village elder shouted: "Weeping! Funeral!"

Then there was a burst of crying and howling. Zhao Xiong stood in front of the team, and Liu Youqian behind him asked a few close people to carry the coffin out of the mourning hall amidst the sound of crying.

"Money up!"

Pieces of white paper money swayed down the roads on both sides, and half of the sky was occupied by this sad white, like tears from the sky.

"Immortals from all walks of life, let the net be generous. Take the road money to drink a glass of wine..." Liu Youqian hoarsely said, throwing paper money.

Paper money for funerals has always been used to buy road money. Along the way to the funeral, there are many lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated.These lonely ghosts, either because of unresolved grievances, dissatisfaction, or loss of guidance, are all floating in the world, unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation, or unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, once they encounter a new dead, they will come around , hoping to keep the new dead as companions.In order to allow the dead to enter the cycle of reincarnation smoothly and avoid the pain of being alone and helpless, these lonely souls and wild ghosts are lured away by means of paper money.

Of course, this is a rule that has been passed down from generation to generation.Although the theory of ghosts and gods has long faded in people's minds, this ritual has been passed down with its sense of sacredness and mystery.

Without saying a word, Zhao Xiong led the way and walked ahead in small steps.He only hoped that this road would be longer and farther, so that he could accompany his master for one more journey.

Suddenly, a large group of people rushed out from the bushes on both sides, blocking the way of Zhao Xiong and his party.

Zhao Xiong shouted sharply: "Who? How dare you be so bold? What's your intention to stop the funeral procession?"

The leader was a woman with heavy make-up, she smiled softly and said, "Young girl is not talented, so is the owner of Zhuque Tower..."

There was a brilliant bright red in the corner of Suzaku's eyes, which made the charming eyes more attractive and round.With a slim figure and a bright red body, she looked out of place in the white funeral crowd, which seemed to be done on purpose.

There were quite a few people behind Suzaku, they blocked the way behind them straightly, each of them was holding a sharp weapon, this posture clearly wanted to make trouble.Today's funeral, I'm afraid it smells like gunpowder.

Zhao Xiong had a serious face, and the sparks were beating in his eyes.Before Zhao Xiong got angry, Liu Youqian appeared swaggeringly when he saw Suzaku. He drew the long sword at his waist and was about to kill Suzaku: "You witch! I want you to be buried with me!"

With a flash of white light, Liu Youqian waved his sword, and wiped it straight at Suzaku's neck.

Seeing Liu Youqian's attack, Suzaku stood motionless, without blinking an eyelid, and sneered slightly: "It's up to you?"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a crisp sound of "Ding!", followed by a burst of buzzing of sword blades. After two dings, Liu Youqian couldn't stand up, staggered back and hurriedly retreated, Zhao Xiong was behind He held him up.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Xiong took his arm to stabilize him.

Liu Youqian waved his hand: "It's okay..." Then he looked down at the broken sword in his hand and the broken sword on the ground, a little surprised, more uncomfortable and resentful.

Suzaku crossed her slender legs, stood on the spot, shook the fan, and pushed away the person who was standing in front of her just now: "Okay, step back."

The man put his sword back into its sheath, and bowed respectfully to Suzaku: "Yes, sir."

In the flashlight just now, Zhao Xiong was beside him, and as a bystander, he could see clearly.When Liu Youqian's Jianfei was less than two meters away from Suzaku, this man rushed out from behind Suzaku like a ghostly shadow, and stood in front of Suzaku.When there was still one meter left, the sword came out of its sheath, and directly used internal force plus the force of the flying blade to shatter Liu Youqian's long sword.Although his sword was superior to Liu Youqian's ordinary blade, but at such a short distance, he was able to make such a quick response, he was indeed a master of sword use.His movements were completed in a short blink of an eye, flowing and flowing, without procrastination, making it impossible for people to find any flaws.

Zhao Xiong patted Liu Youqian on the shoulder, lowered his voice and said: "This person is a powerful character. It seems that this woman is here to disrupt the situation. We are not enough for her. Take me The token, go to the Daming Mansion to dispatch troops. Quick, I will hold her back."

Liu Youqian quietly took Zhao Xiong's token, pretended to be wounded and hid behind the coffin, then moved out secretly, and then ran away all the way.

In order to divert Suzaku's attention, Zhao Xiong stepped forward and said, "Suzaku, right?"

Suzaku knew Zhao Xiong's name and identity, and she still didn't have the guts and strength to directly confront the government and the court, so she had to step forward to accompany the smiling person: "Oh, isn't this Zhao Dutou? Little Women are polite here."

Zhao Xiong knew her identity when he saw that she was still politely saluting, and Suzaku was still afraid of three points. What is the intention behind Master's funeral?"