Doomsday Great Rebels

Chapter 42
It was already dawn.

"Open the coffin lid." Wei Lin shouted in a low voice.

As early as 32 wrestlers walked to the coffin and opened the lid, the remains of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng were once again presented in front of everyone.

Wei Lin walked up to Wu Feiyun, handed Wu Feiyun a wet towel, and said to Wu Feiyun, "Wring it dry, and wipe three faces for Aunt Liu and Wu Feng."

Wu Feiyun took the towel and wiped Aunt Liu's face three times with trembling hands.

After a while, Wu Feiyun wiped Wu Feng's face three times with trembling hands, then walked aside, covering his face and crying.

"All the sons and daughters, filial sons, relatives and friends, and former friends walked around the coffin to pay their last respects to the remains of the deceased as a final farewell." Wei Lin said: "Our fate with Aunt Liu and Wu Feng is over in this life, and everyone can cry as much as they want."

As soon as Wei Lin finished speaking, everyone spontaneously lined up and walked around the coffin.Everyone missed the days and nights with Aunt Liu and Wu Feng. Not only did they feel sad, but they also thought that they would be separated since then, and they would never see Aunt Liu and Wu Feng's voices and smiles again.Everyone can't see enough suffering, the scene is very heartbreaking, and the feelings of cherishing life and death are all moving.

At this moment, someone had already used lacquer, gypsum powder, glutinous rice, and honey to make an adhesive to smear around the mouth of the coffin. The old carpenter in Qingyun Town had already bolted the door. So far, Aunt Liu and Wu Feng have been separated forever into another world.

"Get out of the trolley." Wei Lin shouted loudly, "Come out, carry the coffin out of the house, and tie it firmly to the two dragon poles with a dragon rope."

At this moment, 32 powerful men—the Taipan in Wei Lin’s mouth—came out, clamped the dragon bars, or long wooden poles, on both sides of the coffin, fastened them and lifted them.

"Carrying the dragon." Wei Lin shouted: "Hard shoulders."

With a shout, 32 Taipan wrestlers carefully lifted the coffins of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng, and walked out step by step.

And Wei Lin, with the money sword in his right hand and the yin and yang mirror in his left hand, followed behind Aunt Liu and Wu Feng's coffin, with his hair and face covered, looking crazy.

"This is 'photographing the mourning', so that those who have forgotten will miss home and come back often." Mei Ling saw Xia Mo's confusion, and said to Xia Mo.

Xia Mo looked at the funeral procession again, and saw that at the front of the procession was Wu Fengyun, Wu Feng's father and Aunt Liu's husband, with a sad expression on his face, constantly throwing white paper money.

These white paper money fell beside Wu Feiyun, they rotated around Wu Feiyun, and once they fell to the ground, they quickly penetrated into the ground and disappeared, leaving only a hot feeling on the ground.

"This kind of paper money is called Guixi money. It is made of the mutated plant Guixi wood. It is extremely expensive. A piece of Guixi money is worth a hundred imperial gold coins." Mei Ling looked at Wu Feng's father thoughtfully, Aunt Liu's husband, Wu Feiyun, sighed slightly.

"Then what is the effect of this ghost money?" Xia Mo asked.

"The kid in hell likes this kind of ghost money the most - when the kid in hell gets the money, they will let Aunt Liu and Wu Feng go, and don't make things difficult for Aunt Liu and Wu Feng on Huangquan Road." Mei Ling said.

"Could it be that there is hell in this world, even if there is hell, why are there so many wicked people and evil things in this world?" Xia Mo asked, his emotions became agitated, and he shouted sharply.

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is like reincarnation. If you don't believe me, look up, who will the sky spare?" Mei Ling said, standing with his hands behind his back, and sighed softly.

Xia Mo was silent.

"Let's go with the funeral procession in Qingyun Town, so as not to miss the burial time of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng." Mei Ling said.

Xia Mo nodded, and followed the funeral crowd to the ancestral grave in Qingyun Town. The crowd was bustling along the way, and the line of torches was two kilometers long, illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime.

People on the road looked at Xia Mo and Mei Ling and gave way one after another. Many people gave Xia Mo their thumbs up.

"Heroes." Many people said to Xia Mo, with fanaticism in their eyes.

Xia Mo couldn't help thinking that when Wu Feng was still there, the two often talked about their future ideals. They both wanted to be heroes, to do great things for the people of this world, and to achieve great achievements, but the words were still ringing in their ears. After passing away, Xia Mo not only felt sad from his heart.

A while later, Mei Ling and Xia Mo arrived at the ancestral grave in Qingyun Town, and saw Wei Lin standing beside a cemetery, doing his hair.

"The time has come to break the ground." Wei Lin shouted.

At this time, a wrestler stood up and handed a hoe to Wei Lin's hand.

Wei Lin motioned for Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, to come over and handed the hoe in his hand.

As soon as Wei Lin bit his finger, a wound appeared on Wei Lin's finger. Wei Lin scratched the bleeding finger towards the hoe in Wu Feiyun's hand, and drew a spell on the hoe.

"Use a hoe to dig three hoe soil, and put it in a soil basket." Wei Lin said to Wu Feiyun.

Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, nodded, dug up three hoes of soil with a hoe, and put the soil in a basket beside him.

The wrestlers immediately began to dig the tomb, and half an hour later, the tomb was dug.

"The chosen direction of the mountain is not wrong, write down." Wei Lin said.

"What does the next word mean?" Xia Mo asked Mei Ling beside him.

"Xiazi is also called 'Bazitou'. It is to put the coffin into the tomb according to the direction of the mountain chosen by the onmyoji. 'Zitou' is interpreted as a term for gossip according to Feng Shui masters, that is, the word direction of sitting on the mountain. '. It is very important to determine the character direction of Fengshui, and the character direction of Fengshui is even more accurate, so it is highly valued by Onmyoji." Mei Ling said.

Several wrestlers put the coffins of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng into the tomb.

"Please pour the three hoes of soil dug into the big well of the coffin, and do 'shady soil'." Wei Lin said, motioning Wu Feiyun to pour the soil dug out of the three hoes into the big well of the coffin.

"In the saying of Onmyoji, 'Shatu' is the soil of the souls of the dead. Wei Lin looked at the land, and when Wu Feiyun went to the graveyard to break the ground, the souls of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng followed him, so Wu Feiyun dug for them when he broke the ground. You have to bring the three hoes of evil soil with you, which means that there is a 'three-foot hard ground' in the underworld." Mei Ling saw Xia Mo's confusion, and said to Xia Mo.

Xia Mo nodded, and saw Wu Feng's father, Wu Feiyun, pour the earth into the well of the coffin, and the warriors began to bury Aunt Liu and Wu Feng's coffin, and after a while, two piles of graves were erected.

"The burial is complete, and the monument is erected." Wei Lin shouted loudly.

The wrestlers carried two granite steles and set them up in front of the graves of Aunt Liu and Wu Feng. The steles were carved with dragons and phoenixes, which looked very gorgeous.

"Kneel down and send Aunt Liu and Wu Feng on their way." Wei Lin shouted loudly.

"Kneel down and send Aunt Liu and Wu Feng on their way." Everyone holding torches echoed in unison, their voices shaking the sky.

The torches of the people were like a forest, and everyone knelt down one after another. The light of the torches illuminated the sky.

"Set up a banquet, drink." Wei Lin stood up and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)