In the world of Douluo Continent, there is no funeral ceremony like the Chinese one in Ma Hongjun’s previous life.
The incense paper used by Ma Hongjun to commemorate his grandfather last time and this time was made by himself using purchased materials.
But Ma Hongjun didn't know that his move was gradually imitated by others, and after it spread, martial arts spirits with scented wax, candle watches, paper money, etc. appeared in the world.
Of course, these are all things for later.
As for candles, there are already such martial arts spirits in this world, but they are not the kind used by Ma Hongjun in his memorial ceremony.
Ordinary white candles, or red candles, or yellow candles already exist in this world. After Ma Hongjun bought them, he simply modified them and turned them into the ones he remembered.
But now, after paying homage to Mr. Ma Daochu, everyone and one bird also discovered a very serious problem. Grandpa Ma Hongjun actually had a problem.
Ma Hongjun was not polite. After explaining to the Chongming Bird, he invited it to enjoy his grandfather's tribute.
In addition to flowers, wine, vegetables, and fruits were all quickly divided up by one person and one bird.
After drinking and eating, Ma Hongjun took out the tools he used to take care of the medicine garden, apologized to his grandfather, and started his tomb repair work.
Although the lush ancient cypresses and pines around the cemetery have filtered most of the sunlight, Ma Hongjun still put up a tent on his grandfather's grave to block the sunlight.
Then, shovel after shovel, the soil from the grave was moved to the side.
Fortunately, it's broad daylight now, and almost no one would come here, otherwise it would be really scary.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a day has passed. When the bright moon has already hung high and the earth is shrouded in clear light, the trees are shadowed, the breeze is gentle, and in the quiet and quiet cemetery, in a tomb that is nearly two meters deep and more than one meter wide,
An exquisite golden nanmu coffin appeared in front of Ma Hongjun and Chongmingniao.
Ma Hongjun roughly made a gesture and concluded that this grave pit, which is nearly two meters deep and more than one meter wide, is approximately six feet deep and four feet wide.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but the specifications of this kind of tomb are exactly in line with the specifications of ordinary civilians' tombs.
Ma Hongjun tilted his head and said to himself, "Modao, the village chief is not an official. If this is not a coincidence, then he really doesn't treat the village chief as an official."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Chongmingniao asked, standing on Ma Hongjun's shoulder.
Ma Hongjun explained to Chong Mingniao that as far as he knew, six feet deep was the limit for ordinary civilians' graves.
In other words, if the size of Ma Hongjun's grandfather's tomb is not a coincidence, it means that in the system of the Tiandou Empire, the head of a village is not considered an official at all. Otherwise, his grandfather's tomb will definitely be bigger than the one he dug now.
deep.
"It turns out that you humans still have so many things to pay attention to, and you actually have so many explanations for your tombs." Chongmingniao suddenly thought.
"Um!"
Ma Hongjun nodded and said, "It's okay. I am now the consort of the Tiandou Empire and the prince of a country. I will go back to build a three-foot-high grave for my grandparents and parents. This is a truly glorious burial."
The Chongming Bird was stunned. After Ma Hongjun's influence during this period of time, it already understood how high three feet was.
"Awesome, but just make sure you're happy." Chong Mingniao said in astonishment.
"Well, let me light a candle first."
Ma Hongjun bowed to his grandfather's coffin, then turned and walked to the southeast corner of the tomb, took out a white candle, stretched out his hand and flicked it, a cluster of flames shot out from his fingertips, and the candle was immediately lit from the air.
"Chongli, what kind of details do you have?" Chongmingniao asked.
Ma Hongjun stared at the burning fire and explained, "This is a rule in the archaeological world. As the saying goes, people light candles and ghosts blow out lamps, and they fight against each other to find the stars."
"This means that when archaeologists descend to the tomb, they need to light a white candle in the southeast corner of the tomb. If the candle does not go out, or the color of the fire does not change, it means that the owner of the tomb agrees to us opening the coffin."
"If the color of the candle turns green, it means that the owner of the tomb does not welcome us and needs to leave quickly."
"If the candle goes out, it means that my grandfather misses his grandson and wants me to go down to accompany him and bring him a bird by the way."
"Well, you are really particular. In fact, my aunt thinks your worries are unnecessary. How could your grandfather not welcome you? You know, you are his grandson. He will definitely welcome you, and maybe he even wants you to go down and accompany you.
Where is he?"
Chong Mingniao was a little puzzled, and Ma Hongjun really said a lot of things that he had never heard before.
Although it felt a bit unclear and powerful, the Chongming Bird also felt a bit lofty, which actually made it speechless.
Ma Hongjun's face turned dark and he said angrily, "Go, go, Chongming, you have to remember that you are an ancient auspicious bird, not a black crow in the night."
Chongmingniao laughed and said, "Hehe, what about Kanyu fighting to find the star peak?"
Ma Hongjun said, "This is not important. If you can use it in the future, I will explain it to you."
"Okay, get ready to open the coffin."
"Grandpa, I'm offended."
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun bowed and stretched out his right hand. The Yin Yang Fire Phoenix Sword transformed by the martial spirit appeared in his hand with bright firelight.
In the southeast corner of the tomb, the orange-red flame of the white candle burned more and more intensely.
Although the small candlelight is tiny, it is like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating one side of the tomb brightly and transparently.
"Boom boom boom!"
The light of the white candle made Ma Hongjun feel confident. He used the Yin Yang Fire Phoenix Sword as a crowbar, and the sound of several hard objects being pried open sounded in the silent late night cemetery.
It was such an unexpected sound that if someone were to pass by nearby, they would be frightened half to death or even sick.
Through the previous spiritual detection, Ma Hongjun found it strange that his grandfather's coffin was still reflecting his and Chongmingniao's spiritual consciousness even though the grave had not been dug up.
But now the tomb has been dug up by Ma Hongjun, but when he and Chongmingniao faced his grandfather's coffin, they still didn't feel anything strange on the coffin.
It's just strange that spiritual consciousness still can't penetrate the coffin. As a last resort, Ma Hongjun had no choice but to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy.
Chong Mingniao looked at Ma Hongjun's series of operations and asked curiously, "Chong Li, is Dean Flanders an archaeologist?"
"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?" Ma Hongjun was a little puzzled and looked confused when Chong Mingniao asked.
Chongmingniao said crisply, "You are so good at it. I feel like you are quite professional. Well, yes, you are quite professional."
Ma Hongjun suddenly realized, his eyes rolled, and he smiled and said, "Yes, when my teacher used to travel to the mainland, he often explored ancient ruins with Erlong Shiniang and his uncle. My archaeological skills were taught to me by my teacher."
Flanders, "Ah, bah, brat, when did I teach you this? You are blaming me again."
Of course, Flanders was not here, and he didn't know that Ma Hongjun was trying to blame him again.
However, even though Flanders was not here, he still sneezed without any warning at Shrek Academy in Tiandou City.
"Oh, let me tell you why you look so professional. It turns out that Dean Flanders is an archaeologist." Chong Mingniao said.
"Uh-huh!"
Ma Hongjun nodded quickly, feeling a little guilty, and at the same time said sorry to Flanders in his heart.
There is no way, someone has to come and let him explain why he understands this, right?
In his previous life, as a senior Taoist enthusiast and Immortal Cultivator, he was naturally more interested in some supernatural and mysterious things at the beginning.
In those years, his favorite supernatural story was the archaeological classic written by a senior named Tian Xia Ba Chang.
Especially the most classic sixteen-character Yin-Yang Feng Shui secret technique, he tried hard to memorize the first few sentences.
In other words, the two sentences that Ma Hongjun just used to fool Chongmingniao came from that secret.
However, there are many mistakes. In fact, Ma Hongjun only knows a little about the profound knowledge of archeology.
If the Chongming Bird continues to ask this question, the little stock in Ma Hongjun's belly will be drained by the Chongming Bird.
"Grandpa, I'm offended by Hongjun for disturbing your rest. Don't blame me."
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