Chapter 350 Nine-Son Coffin (73)

I was stunned. Could it be that the old hero will be punished if he kills the Japanese devils? It's too nonsense? According to this, none of the descendants of those anti-Japanese heroes will end up?

Old Mrs. Lu seemed to see through my thoughts, smiled bitterly and said, "My Lu family is a bit special, so I will suffer these retribution."

I originally wanted to ask her what was special, but when I saw her expression, I gave up the idea and asked her: "Your nine sons are not right. Are the eight sons willing to chop off a finger?"

She nodded and said, "It was agreed last night that they were willing to chop off a finger each, but... Lao Qi disagreed."

Listening to this, I felt that my outlook on life had been subverted. Could it be that the other people in the Lu family were filial sons?

This...this...is simply a peach blossom blooming in winter, isn't it possible?

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Old Mrs. Lu stood up with one hand holding the wall and said, "Xiao Jiu, my sons are just a little greedy and have not been bad by nature. I haven't done anything that hurts the world over the years, otherwise the old man would have killed them."

I said 'oh' and didn't say anything. I couldn't say in front of Old Lady Lu, saying, "All your sons are scumbags." Isn't this a scumbag?"

Then, I mentioned the old hero's story to her and said, "The old hero's soul was poured by my blood, and I'm afraid it has been seriously injured. We should hurry back to the village and send the old hero's body to the tomb at night, so that the old hero can enjoy the incense offerings earlier."

She did not speak to this, but stared at the wall with her eyes and muttered: "Your master is really a god."

When I heard this, I was stunned. Why did I touch my so-called master again? I asked her why.

She said: "Your master told me that after the old man dies, his soul will be injured. I thought it was a bit exaggerated, but I didn't expect... I am a god."

After cutting off Lu Yaodong's finger, I found a piece of yellow paper, wrapped it up, and put it in my pocket.

I felt a little strange. Since I have a master, Mr. Jiang is my senior brother, and Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Jiang are brothers and sisters, isn’t it more suitable for Mr. Jiang to pass on the message?

So, I told her what I thought. It was not that I didn’t want to pass the message, but that I didn’t know who my master was, and even more so, I didn’t know when I would see him.

When Old Mrs. Lu heard what I said, she smiled and said, "He has been swept out by your master. I can't see your master. Only you can see him."

Because of this, I was not very interested. I hurriedly cleaned up in the "Zhao Demeng Temple" and asked the stammer to help Mrs. Lu back to Lujia Village.

When facing this choice, I hesitated for a while, then listened to Mrs. Lu's words, burned some yellow paper next to the body, and took out the dagger and cut off Lu Yaodong's little finger.

This may be human nature! Everyone has different persistence and belief in their hearts. When choosing some things, they will first consider things that are close to their persistence and belief. Old Mrs. Lu's persistence and belief may be an old hero.

At this time, she spoke again, and she said, "Xiaojiu, when you meet your master tomorrow, I will say hello to your master for me, and I will always remember his great kindness and virtue, and I will never forget it."

So, I asked her why.

After saying that, her expression shrank a lot. She coughed a few times and asked me to cut off Lu Yaodong's little finger on his left hand, saying that he could get the nine fingers together by taking down his fingers.

According to my opinion, it is to carry Lu Yaodong's body back to Lujia Village. Old Mrs. Lu said that the old hero's soul was already injured, and he carried Lu Yaodong's body back. If the two corpses collided, there would be an accident. So he put Lu Yaodong's body in the "Zhaode Temple" and came to the cooking after the funeral.

I nodded and said, "It's a round hole."

I don’t know how to say anything about this. However, my eyes changed when I looked at Mrs. Lu. As a mother, she actually placed the body of her biological son in the "Zhaode Temple", which is a bit unreasonable.

I was stunned for a long time, but I couldn't figure out the reason. So I stopped thinking about it and asked Old Lady Lu, "You said before, I'm sorry for the old hero, you harmed the old hero. What's going on?"

Some things, in retrospect, are really incredible. It was this action that almost killed me in the next coffin relocation, which was also considered retribution.

Hearing this, I was even more confused. Mr. Jiang was kicked out? Is it impossible? Mr. Jiang’s status is very clear. When he was in Hengyang, Lao Wang told me that all the officials from Kyoto were rejected by Mr. Jiang. I believe Mr. Jiang has a high status in society.

On the way, Old Mrs. Lu asked me to be the main coffin holder this time. The person who carried the coffin could not hire professional Eight Immortals, but needed to invite some amateurs, saying that they were afraid that the anger on the Eight Immortals would rush to the soul of the old hero. (Note: The main coffin, that is, the helmsman of the coffin, does not need to carry the coffin, and you need to lead the way in front of the coffin, occasionally hold the coffin with your hands to make the coffin stable. Generally, there is no need for the main coffin to be the master, and you can do it by the Taoist priest or the master's house.)

Listening to her words, I was a little confused. I was also an Eight Immortal, and I also had a kind of aura on my body. It seemed a bit unreasonable to make me the master of the coffin.

"Just round the acupoint!" She nodded with satisfaction and said, "When you are buried, you must pay great attention. The coffin falls into the acupoint. You can only take a moment, not move the second time, otherwise it will destroy the Feng Shui of the entire tomb."

She glanced at me with my left hand and said, "You are Jiufingers, and they are in line with the Jiuzi Coffin. By the way, Xiaojiu, the tomb you dug in Taihang Mountain should be a round hole, right?"

To be honest, I was particularly disgusted with doing something disrespectful to the corpse, but if I didn't cut his finger, I would not meet the requirements of Jiu, and the old hero could not be buried safely.

She sighed and said, "I thought your master was exaggerating and didn't pay much attention to it. How could I know, hey! If I had prevented it earlier, something wouldn't have happened."

Judging from her tone, I seemed to admire my master very much, but I, as my nominal apprentice, didn’t know who the master was at all.

With his status, he was swept out by his master?

I nodded and told her about the fact that he was skimming the water.

After hearing this, she was slightly stunned and said, "I didn't expect that you really used the method of slashing the water. It seemed that the old man's funeral would be as smooth as your master said."

I was already numb to the so-called master and didn't plan to ask her anything. Instead, I stumbled on me and said, "Brother Jiu, I remember you said that if you clicked the water, just click it a little more, and there was water. Why did Old Mrs. Lu just ask me to click it?"

I was about to speak, but Old Mrs. Lu spoke first. She said: "Small boy, the dragonfly can make more sense, but the old man's funeral is quite special. It emphasizes the unity of nine and nine, and this one is the dragonfly's water."
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