Brother is a bit bored

The senior brothers said at the entrance ceremony that they would take Meng San to fly together, but after a month, only Lu Jingyang remembered this promise, and invited Meng San to a funeral in a rural area to do something.

There is no road in this village, and carts can't get in, so they can only climb the mountain road. When climbing the mountain, Meng Sandu lowered his head and didn't speak. Lu Jingyang smiled, "Why, it's the first time I'm nervous about doing super-delivery rituals?"

Seeing Lu Jingyang's easy-going style, Meng San was really embarrassed to say that he didn't care about inheriting the old man's will. He pondered for a while before saying, "Well, I haven't even memorized the classics yet."

Lu Jingyang patted him on the shoulder with gentle eyes, "It's okay, you can just recite the scriptures according to the scriptures, and I will take care of the rest in the future."

This is the only way to go, Meng San nodded, "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome." Lu Jingyang smiled again, his eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and a deep dimple appeared on his right cheek.

Meng San felt that strange feeling again, because Lu Jingyang seemed to be a little too gentle towards him. After all, in his own impression, it was only the second time they met.

But before he could figure it out, Lu Jingyang had already led him on his way.

The two climbed a full mountain before entering the village. Knowing that it was Lu Jingyang who was coming, there were already people waiting at the head of the village.

But Meng San didn't expect that the man who came to receive him was actually an acquaintance - he didn't hit an acquaintance who didn't know each other. It was just a while ago that he drank and molested his sister, and even hit Huang Yue's triangular eyes!

Seeing that Triangular Eye is covered in white hemp, it must be his relatives who died. Come on, the road to Yuanjia is narrow, and it may not be easy to do the first ritual.

When Triangular Eyes saw Meng San, his face also turned black.

Lu Jingyang went in without knowing it, and introduced to Triangular Eye, "This is my junior brother Meng Hongze."

The triangular eyes did not break out on the spot, but politely nodded to Meng San, and then led them to the funeral.

The three of them came to the host's house where the coffin was placed, and saw a few Daogong men reciting the eulogy, filial men and women wearing white linen sat on both sides of the coffin to guard the coffin, Meng San and Lu Jingyang also quickly changed into Daogong's vestments Come forward and do things together.

According to the customs in western Guangdong, the funeral will be held for three days. This is the first day, and it is also the day before the burial. Today is mainly to invite Taoist priests to save the dead, set up an altar to hang, relatives and friends sacrifice three animals and fruits, and read sacrificial texts , Send a scroll to commemorate the merits of the deceased.

"What time does it start?" Meng San couldn't help asking Lu Jingyang when he saw everyone coming in and out busy.

When the funeral will officially start must be calculated by Dao Gong in advance.

This day was shown by Lu Jingyang, so Meng Sanyi asked, and he replied, "03:30."

Meng San raised his wrist to look at the time, it was exactly 27:[-].

"Get ready to set off firecrackers." Lu Jingyang signaled to his relatives, and then the priests took their positions, and those in charge of playing the drums, the suona and the cymbals all picked up their tools.

Meng San took out a bronze rattle with a handle and a scripture book from his bag, and then spread the scripture book on the table, ready to recite according to the book. For a moment, everyone looked at him like a monster. Meng San was used to being thick-skinned, so he made preparations without squinting.

When the time came, the sound of firecrackers sounded, and Dao Gong, who was in charge of playing the suona, blew a long note first, and then the drum sounded. Meng San also rang the bell, and then recited the scriptures.

His voice was pleasant, and it really seemed like that. Soon, everyone stopped making fun of him for reciting scriptures from books.

From the formal beginning of the funeral, there will probably be blowing and blowing all day today.

"Hee hee, so handsome!"

"If you are so handsome and want to be a prince, why don't you participate in the draft?"

"Hey, let me take a picture and post it on Moments!"

"..."

The Taoists were all concentrating on chanting scriptures to save the dead, but a few young girls ran over from nowhere, staring at Meng San and Lu Jingyang and whispering.

In this era where good looks are justice, handsome guys always attract attention wherever they go. The two super recognizable handsome faces of Meng San and Lu Jingyang are much more attractive than those indistinguishable male stars with melon seeds in the current entertainment industry. .

Fortunately, both of them were used to this kind of thing, and they still chanted scriptures without changing faces.

"huhuhuhu"

With the sudden sound of a gust of wind, the surrounding trees began to sway, and then the wind became stronger and stronger, the tent was also rustled, and the tribute on the table was blown over.

Sensing the strange aura, Meng San frowned. The other Taoists are experienced veterans, so they naturally raised their vigilance.

"what happened?!"

The complexions of the relatives who kept their filial piety changed drastically, and the children even cried out of fright. The scene was chaotic.

"Oh, this old lady can do it, so much movement?" Meng San whispered to Lu Jingyang beside him.

Although it is the first time for Meng San to participate in rituals, he often hears from his grandfather that there will be movement when the dead return to their souls at funerals, but usually they knock on the cupboard in their own home to make some small movements, and I have never seen it before. All the tribute tables were overturned.

Could it be that the old lady who passed away had some dissatisfaction with her descendants and intentionally made troubles?

The Taoists quickly picked up the magic weapon and prepared it.

"No, this is not a return to the soul, but someone is provoking us!" After all, Lu Jingyang is well-informed, and immediately reminded everyone, and then put down the curtain of the tent to block the curious eyes of everyone outside.

Meng San didn't know why Daogong and his fellows were fighting each other. Seeing that everyone was nervous, he also picked up the dagger at the side, assuming a domineering posture that I would chop whoever came.

All the gentlemen, "..."

"That thing can't cut at the opponent from a long distance, you should back off first, so as not to get hurt." Lu Jingyang sent him aside first, and then led the other Taoists to defend against the man behind the scenes.

Although he has no interest in being overbearing in the public world, but at this time Meng San felt that he must not admit shame and shame, so he said to Lu Jingyang, "Brother, hold on first, I will take a look at the notes, and it will be ready soon!"

Lu Jingyang, "..."

The family members of the deceased had obviously never seen this kind of battle before, and they all thought it was the old lady who had come back to life. The children knelt down and cried loudly, and said, "Mom, don't make trouble, let's go, let's go!" "

Of course, Taoists will not explain the tricks to ordinary people, just let them talk about it.

"There is only one person on the other side, everyone should concentrate on it," Lu Jingyang ordered.

Immediately, the Taoists took the magic tools, meditated, rang the bell, and fought with others collectively.

"Pfft—" A young Daoist was not good enough, and he vomited blood.

As soon as he fell down, the other Taoists were taken aback, and those who chanted the scriptures stopped.

"Don't be distracted!" Lu Jingyang reminded everyone.

Blinded by three eyes, he saw that everyone was red-faced when casting spells, and it was very laborious. He quickly sat down and flipped through his notes, and soon found a way to deal with it. The man put it on the ground, and then used a brush to write a few rough words on the paper, then took out a piece of talisman paper and pasted it on the back of the little scarecrow.