Master never follows a routine

"My family is a woman, how can I know such rules?" The woman sat on the ground and cried loudly, "My son just left, and now my father-in-law is gone, so you guys started to bully my family! My life is miserable!"

She cried miserably, and the villagers on both sides glared at them.

An old woman stepped forward to help her up: "My condolences to Axiu, why didn't you tell us what happened at home? We've been together for decades, can you still let outsiders bully you?"

The villagers began to discuss:

"Why didn't you see you monks when the wolf demon was raging and killing people? Now that everyone has gone, what's the point of embarrassing a woman!"

"Exactly! The coffin is so heavy, can a weak woman move it?"

"..."

Elder Yuqing's complexion became darker and darker.

"The old mule is angry." Jiang Linmu whispered in Ying Lin's ear, "He has high morals, but he can't afford to lose face."

A gust of hot air blew in the ears, and Ying Lin's breathing suddenly became chaotic: "Master, please stop talking..."

Jiang Linmu rubbed his nose, turned around and said softly to Elder Yuqing, "Since the client is dead, this task will be considered void, and you return the entrusted money to him, go back."

"This is not allowed!" Elder Yuqing rebuffed straight away: "The wolf monster is a disaster for the world. As the elder of Tianxuanzong, I will definitely kill the wolf monster in name! If you don't want to confuse this matter, you can go back first."

He really wanted Jiang Linmu to go back, but his words changed again.

"Look at what Elder Yuqing said, if the deity really went back, wouldn't this nameless crime be confirmed..." Jiang Linmu's face remained unchanged, and he glanced at Elder Yuqing's old face as black as burning charcoal, and turned his gaze On the woman who was still sobbing.

"Since the girl has been wronged, we just apologize," Jiang Linmu nodded slightly to her: "The coffin is heavy, let's lift it up for the girl, and we will make it up to you."

"Who told you to be hypocritical!" The woman glared at them angrily, "Don't touch my father-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law of the Li family, let us help you... Oops! Why are you pinching me, mother-in-law!" A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes slapped away the hand of the old woman next to him.

The old woman sneered: "I'm sorry, my child is not sensible..."

"Why am I so ignorant?" The young man said impatiently, "Er Gouzi, come and help."

"Tie Zhu! Don't call me by my nickname anymore, thank you!" Another young man who was three feet away said unhappily.

The two stood on one side of the coffin, squatting halfway to hold the coffin.

"I'll count one, two, three, let's work hard together!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"one two Three!"

The coffin remained motionless.

"Er Gouzi, there's no need to be lazy at this time, right?"

"Who is lazy? You should work harder!"

"You didn't move, okay?"

"Whoever doesn't work hard is a dog!"

"A dog is a dog! You bark at me twice first!"

"..."

The two of them quarreled with each other, Ying Lin couldn't help frowning.

The coffin was not big, it was made of several pieces of wood spliced ​​together, and inside it was only a skinny old man with a dying candle in front of the wind. It was impossible for two young and strong young people to move it.

"Why are you two arguing? Are you ashamed?" The strong man sneered, and called the man next to him to help: "You two make way, and watch your strong uncle show you his hands!"

The people who carried the coffin were replaced by two muscular strong men, their eyes were red from holding back, but the coffin remained motionless.

"Uncle Qiang, we will help you!" The two young men said quickly.

The coffin seemed to be nailed to the ground. The dark coffin was like a deep curtain, and the bottom could not be seen at a glance.

"This, this is too evil!"

Uncle Qiang let go, and took two steps back.

There was silence in the crowd, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at the coffin, and no one spoke.

"Aunt Yin, why don't you take a look..." Uncle Qiang whispered to an old woman on crutches.

She was too old, her face was severely wrinkled, and her cloudy eyes were uncertain, as if hesitating for something.

"Aunt Yin!" His voice became more serious.

Aunt Yin walked slowly to the coffin, and suddenly knelt down with a "plop": "Lao Li, you can go at ease! We will take good care of Axiu in the future, and we will feel uncomfortable if you stay here... ..." She wiped away her tears: "You just listen to me, an old woman, don't look back after death, go down and find Xiaoguai, he loved you the most when he was alive..."

A gust of wind blew, and the broom at the door of the pestle was blown down.

Ying Lin tilted her head to look at Jiang Linmu: "Master..."

"Hush." ​​Jiang Linmu stared at the coffin intently, and raised a finger to his lips.

"Old Li, did you hear that?" She quickly stood up, "Ah Qiang! Gouzi, hurry up and carry your Uncle Li!"

Several people tried to lift the coffin again, but the coffin still couldn't get off the ground, even if it was only a knuckle-long seam.

"Damn it..." Er Gouzi shouted anxiously: "Auntie! What can I do, uncle won't listen to you!"

"You little bastard! Shut up!" Aunt Yin glared at her, and quickly apologized to the coffin: "Old Li, don't be angry, the dog is not sensible..."

Ying Lin wanted to say something else, but Jiang Linmu suddenly said: "It's not good to always put the coffin on the ground, why don't we try."

"What do you want to do?" Er Gouzi looked at him warily.

Jiang Linmu stood in front of the coffin, gently stroking the dark coffin with his long, white fingers.

He looked calm, his eyes were fixed on the coffin, but he seemed to be looking at something else.

It's like being distracted.

"Come here and lift the coffin." After a long while, Jiang Linmu said suddenly.

Ying Lin walked over obediently, Jiang Linmu held his hand, turned his head to look at Que Tian and Zhuang Lin who were avoiding far away: "Aren't you two going to help?"

"Huh? We also want to..."

"Do you want the deity to lift it?"

"No, Uncle Martial, didn't we come to see you..." Que Tian forced a smile, Zhuang Lin followed behind him, lowered his head, and cursed secretly: "Bah, bad luck!"

The three rolled up their sleeves, picked up the coffin and lifted it vigorously——

So light!

Ying Lin felt that there was not much weight on his hands.

Zhuang Lin sneered: "It's not as heavy as the weight bag used by disciples for training. Now it's getting worse for ordinary people, and they can't even lift things of this weight."

The faces of those who had carried the coffin were all blushing, especially Tie Zhu, who jumped up with the ignited gun in an instant: "What are you so proud of! Maybe it's your fault that we couldn't lift it up! I— um!"

Uncle Qiang quickly covered his mouth, and smiled at them: "I'm sorry, this kid just has a bad temper, don't worry about it."

"Shut up, save some morals!" Jiang Linmu gave Zhuang Lin a cold look.

"I still need your discipline?"

Elder Yuqing frowned. He felt that it was not good for Jiang Linmu to order his disciple casually, but his disciple was also carrying the coffin. If he said that, he would appear to be dishonest...

"If you folks have benches and benches at home, please borrow them." Jiang Linmu said.

"My family has—oh, mother, why are you beating me!" A little girl pursed her lips: "Our family already has a bench!"

Now, everyone in the village looked at the mother and daughter. The woman smiled awkwardly, lowered her head and scolded: "Damn girl! Go get it!"

"Since you can lift it up, hold on for a while."

"Yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Lin suddenly felt that the coffin on his arm seemed to be a bit heavier. At first it felt like hugging a cat, and then it was like hugging a wooden pier... Now he feels pain like tearing his arm!

The two people on the opposite side also suffered from the same torture. Their faces turned pale, and beads of sweat protruded from their foreheads.

Master!

Should scale over head.

Jiang Linmu had an indescribably weird expression on his face. He opened his mouth and made a gesture.

lift.

"bump!"

The coffin flipped over and fell out!The coffin fell into several thin boards, and everyone backed away in shock, and the corpse rolled directly to Jiang Linmu's feet.

"Yinglin, you're sick!" Que Tiantian cursed loudly, and he felt a little thankful that he made the move in time, but he couldn't guarantee whether he could hold on.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Ying Lin glanced at him and stood beside Jiang Linmu.

Everyone was also startled, but the curses were swallowed back when their eyes fell on the terrifying corpse.

"very scary!"

"Why did Lao Li die so miserably!"

"Is he really exhausted..."

"vomit……"

The woman panicked and staggered up to block the corpse: "What are you doing? This is my family business! Get lost!"

Ying Lin grabbed Jiang Linmu's arm and took two steps back, looking at him worriedly: "Master..."

"I think it's better for you to report to the official." Jiang Linmu said: "To be honest, I am very curious about what is in your father-in-law's stomach."

The corpse itself was too miserable, the blue skin, the scarred joints and the hideous face that only appeared in extreme pain made everyone ignore his swollen belly in the past.

The old woman who was still holding her steady passed out directly.

"This poisonous woman—"

"She killed Lao Li!"

"Take her to the police!"

"Never let him go!"

The villagers who were still standing by her side seemed to change in an instant.

"It's not me! It's really not me!"

Several young men surrounded the crying and fussing woman, they pulled her hair mercilessly, and dragged her stumbling forward!

"Still sophistry! Leave that to the magistrate!" Uncle Qiang gritted his teeth and slapped her across the face.

"Bah! Poisonous woman!"

"Help me! I really didn't do it—"

Jiang Linmu looked at the corpse again, but felt a strange feeling in his heart.

The few remaining people carried the body into the house and covered it with bedding. After everything was cleaned up, it was already night.

The bright moon is like a hook, under the cold and clear moonlight, the willow branches sway gently.

"Master, Granny Fang in the East Village said that her house is full of vacancies, we can go there to rest tonight." Ying Lin ran over and said.

"That's pretty good, I don't need to sleep in the wilderness to feed mosquitoes today." Jiang Linmu smiled.

Elder Yuqing snorted coldly, and followed his two apprentices.

"Damn mule!" Jiang Linmu muttered softly.

In the next second, Elder Yuqing immediately turned his head to look over.

"...he heard?"

Ying Lin: "..."

"Hurry up, I don't think there are many beds in the house, so don't let that mule take it!" Jiang Linmu said.

"Wait!" A young voice suddenly came from behind.

"Er Gouzi?" Jiang Linmu called out tentatively.

The young man blushed: "I'm not called Er Gouzi

"Forget it, I'm here to apologize..."

"Step aside!"

"hold head high?"

When he came back to his senses, he saw Jiang Linmu hurriedly leading his apprentice forward.

Er Gouzi scratched his head involuntarily.

Is it popular among men to hold hands now?

The next morning, Uncle Qiang brought bad news.

"The woman Axiu is dead!"