God Bestows Evil

Chapter 322 Carrying the coffin and playing joy

After that.

Zhu Dachang became the temple blessing of Shoudao Temple.

Staying in the dark underground, surrounded by paper figures all day long, and seeing coffins and twisted monsters, his body and consciousness gradually began to develop in a perverted direction without knowing it...

Wu Xian pointed to the hourglass-like monster in the center of the pool and asked:

"So, what about that thing?"

Zhu Dachang puffed up his chest: "That is the longevity peach furnace, which I am responsible for guarding. It is a great creation that recreates reincarnation!"

Wei Qinglan frowned: "This thing has great merit?"

"There are no funerals in this world. After death, people cannot enter reincarnation. If they stay in the human world for a long time, they will turn into evil ghosts who kill without blinking an eye. Therefore, the three immortals forged a longevity peach furnace to refine the walking corpses that were about to turn into evil ghosts into longevity peaches, so that the reincarnation can continue. Why isn’t it a great merit?”

When it comes to this.

Zhu Dachang's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that he thought so from the bottom of his heart.

But this.

As long as they are not fools, no one will believe it.

Although Zhu Dachang was a temple blessing, even if he didn't lie, what he knew was only a small part of the truth.

Then Wu Xian asked: "Do you know where there is a mourning hall?"

Zhu Dachang asked confusedly: "What is a mourning hall?"

This world has been alienated for a long time, and people of Zhu Dachang's age no longer know what a mourning hall is.

Wu Xian reluctantly explained: "It's the place where the funeral is held."

"Funeral...oh, let me think about it." Zhu Dachang suddenly realized, "Every day at noon, I will send away a batch of birthday peaches. Those birthday peaches will eventually be sent to the Sanxian Hall. The Three Immortals will enjoy the birthday peaches at midnight every day. I heard Some dignitaries in the Immortal City will also hold funerals there after their death."

Su Xuan was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you say that funerals are prohibited?"

"Can that be the same?"

Zhu Dachang waved his hand.

"You came down from above. You should know that very few important people are driven to Burialless Village. Don't those important people age?"

"They are also human beings, and they will also get sick, and they will also grow old, sick, and die. But they have the protection of the Three Immortals and can get the opportunity to be buried. They don't have to expose their bodies in the wilderness like those mud-legged ones. The burial place is at the Three Immortals Auditorium."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

This information is indeed consistent with what she heard and saw in the Burialless Village, so it is obvious why Mrs. He insists on returning to the He family, because she knows that she can only truly rest in the He family.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhu Dachang suddenly had an idea. He raised his head excitedly and asked, "You are going to the auditorium, right? Then you can't kill me. The team that came to pick up Shoudao at noon will only kill me if they see me." Send the coffin back, if you kill me, you won't be able to reach the auditorium!"

Very unfortunate.

Zhu Dachang is right, this guy can't die yet.

Now I have asked almost everything that needs to be asked, except for the last question.

Wei Hengbo grabbed Zhu Dachang's collar and picked him up: "Why did you attack my sister this morning?"

Zhu Dachang, who found that he could not die, looked like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water: "I am the temple blessing of Shoudao Temple, do you need any reason to attack people who trespass in the holy place?"

"Do you need a reason for me to beat you up?"

Bang!

Wu Xian punched Zhu Dachang in the eye socket, and it was an old punch when he was riding on him. Wei Hengbo was shocked when he saw it. Now when we talk about his sister, how can Wu Xian be more excited than him?

After being beaten, Zhu Dachang couldn't hold back any longer.

He glanced secretly at the three ladies in the team and said with tears in his eyes: "Woman... I just want a woman. I've been here for ten years!"

"Ten years, do you know how I have lived these ten years?"

"I can only hold those paper figures every night. Finally, a woman comes here. Is there anything wrong with me wanting to keep her?"

Wow!

Wei Hengbo suddenly became furious.

Everyone rushed up to hold him down, otherwise the girl would tear Zhu Dachang alive.

…

Next. Wu Xian returned the finishing touch to Zhu Dachang.

Zhu Dachang controlled the remaining paper figures and carried all the coffins and urns that Wu Xian and others had placed down the well. This actually saved Wu Xian and others some effort.

According to Zhu Dachang.

Paper figures are divided into three levels based on production quality.

The first level is a simple paper man. There is no skeleton inside. It is extremely light and fragile. It will be damaged by the slightest bump.

Higher-end paper figures have a bamboo skeleton inside, and the paper is glued on little by little with rice paste, which is not only more beautiful, but also stronger.

The best paper figures not only have a skeleton, but also have straw filling inside. Their weight alone is much higher than that of low-level paper figures. Only this kind of paper figures can complete the heavy work of carrying a coffin.

Everyone listened to his words.

In this way, when they choose to 'bury' the paper man with them, they will try to choose a more advanced one. Such paper man may bring them additional ability bonuses.

After the coffin is placed.

Wu Xian snatched away Zhu Dachang's finishing touch.

"Then we will lie down in the coffin and wait for someone to take us away. If there is any movement in the process..."

Jian Lingyu snapped her fingers: "Just one whistle and you will die!"

Zhu Dachang nodded like he was talking about garlic, and asked for a guarantee like a grandpa suing grandma. Only then did everyone let him go, and one by one they entered the coffin and lay down, waiting for the noon to approach...

…

In a circular open space.

There were eight coffins and an urn.

Zhu Dachang put on his gorgeous robe again, dressed up like a human being, and waited solemnly for the arrival of the coffin-receiving team.

soon.

The sound of gongs and drums came from the underground.

Since the space here is closed, the sound is much louder than on the ground.

A group of people dressed in red and green, who looked very festive, came to the center of the open space carrying a wooden frame. A man holding a suona greeted Zhu Dachang enthusiastically.

"Zhu Miaozhu, there are a lot of fruits today. The immortals will be happy."

"Today's food is good. There are three dishes, all of which you like..."

Zhu Dachang waved his hand impatiently: "Put down the dishes and take away yesterday's lunch box. Bring me a woman over anytime..."

Suona Man looked embarrassed: "As you know, this place is confidential and no strangers can be allowed in."

"If I don't let her go out again, it will be...forget it, get out of here!"

Zhu Dachang waved his hand and turned around. His attitude was because he didn't want the other party to see the injuries on his face, but in the eyes of the other party, this was a sign of arrogance and contempt for him.

Suona Man spat.

"This idiot will die in his crotch sooner or later."

He turned around and saw that all the coffins were packed.

So he yelled.

"The coffin is up!"

Wu Xian and others in the coffin suddenly felt that the coffin was being lifted up, and the sounds of gongs and drums were heard around them.

At that time, funeral music was played on Sanxian Bridge.

But when the coffin is carried again, it is the joy of getting married.

But no matter how the people in the coffin listened, they could only hear a strange smell from this joy...

(End of chapter)