Chapter 532 Maoshan Taoist is not easy to deal with
A group of people were joking, and suddenly there was a loud cry from behind. Everyone was so frightened that they all turned around in unison.
A young man in his twenties, wearing a white robe and holding a pile of offerings for the deceased, walked through the crowd towards Ma Zhijian's coffin.
At this time, the coffin lid had been opened, and Ma Zhijian's 'corpse' was parked firmly in the middle.
Strangely enough, Xiaoli said before that he was breathing, but when Feng walked up to him, he didn't notice any fluctuations in his breath, and even the beating of his heart stopped.
"It seems that Taoist priest has some skills."
Feng Yi's sudden appearance obviously surprised everyone. A middle-aged man in his fifties stepped forward and said, "This little brother, do you know Ma Zhijian?"
"Yes, I know him. He turned into ashes..."
Halfway through, Feng Yi suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly changed his words: "My benefactor's voice and appearance always appear in my mind. How could I forget it?"
Everyone was surprised when they heard what he said. The Taoist priest and the pregnant woman who brought Ma Zhijian's body narrowed their eyes slightly and looked at him warily.
"Benefactor? You mean, Ma Zhijian helped you?"
the middle-aged man asked.
"right."
Feng Yi wiped away the non-existent tears, nodded heavily and said: "Ma En is righteous and Bo Yuntian has the grace to save my life..."
Then, he roughly repeated what he said to deceive Zhu Dadan, and sighed: "Who knows, we will be separated forever when we meet again. I can only send some paper money and candles to express my feelings..."
After hearing Feng Yi's words, the middle-aged man nodded, and the Taoist priest and the pregnant woman also put away their guarded expressions.
It seems that he is an insignificant passerby and will not affect their plans.
"Little brother, I am Mayor Ma of this town. I am a relative of Master Ma. I can also be considered Ma Zhijian's elder."
After hearing Feng Yi's words, Mayor Ma lost his suspicion and introduced himself.
"Hello, Mayor Ma."
The two were chatting, and another group of people came in: "Please, please give way."
The leader was none other than Zhu DaDa, who went back to inform the news.
Behind him was a gray-haired old man, who must be his second uncle.
Zhu DaDa was obviously impatient and emotional, and he took three steps at a time to reach Ma Zhijian's coffin.
Looking at the old friend in the coffin with his eyes closed and no color on his face, he recalled the scenes of playing together when he was a child, and felt sad: "Zhijian, Zhijian, why did you die so young? You were not such a short-lived person.
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A buck-toothed guy on the side forced a smile and comforted him: "Be brave, it's not that Zhijian's life is short, it's that you will live long..."
Feng Yi burst out laughing after hearing this. Such persuasive words were really interesting. He hoped that Zhu Dadan would die soon.
"Brother Feng, is Zhijian really your benefactor?"
Zhu boldly asked after seeing Feng Yi.
"Yeah, I didn't expect my benefactor to die so young..."
Feng Yi closed his eyes and shook his head, looking in disbelief.
"Why!"
Hearing Feng Yi's words, Zhu boldly sighed.
"Second uncle, let me introduce to you, this is Li Yueying, whom Zhijian married from outside!"
Mayor Ma pointed to the pregnant woman and said to his second uncle.
"So you are Zhijian's wife."
The second uncle looked at Li Yueying and said with a smile.
"This is her brother, Li Yuecheng, a disciple of the Maoshan Sect."
Mayor Ma continued to introduce the man next to the pregnant woman.
"Oh, you are actually a disciple of Maoshan?"
The second uncle looked surprised: "I once learned a little bit from Senior Maoshan, but unfortunately I still don't know the name of Senior..."
Li Yuecheng's face froze, and then he forced a smile and said: "We have many disciples of the Maoshan sect. My second uncle doesn't know the name, and the little Taoists don't know either."
Another Maoshan disciple?
Feng Yi wanted to laugh when he heard it from behind. There must be too many pots in the Maoshan School!
"Okay, second uncle, don't talk about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet things first."
Mayor Ma pointed at Li Yueying's belly and said with a smile: "Yueying, you are already eight months pregnant with Zhijian's flesh and blood!"
"Oh! This is a good thing."
My second uncle also laughed out loud when he heard this.
In the Ma family line, Ma Zhijian is the only son. After the sudden death, this line was cut off. Now his wife is pregnant, which is naturally good.
"Yes, the Ma family finally has no descendants."
Mayor Ma sighed and said, "Second uncle, let's go and sit in the house."
Hearing Mayor Ma's words and looking at Li Yueying's belly, Zhu Dadan stood behind with a look of shock. Everyone didn't recover after returning to the room.
Feng Yi knew this, but pretended to be confused. He walked up to him and said in surprise: "Boss Zhu, your face doesn't look right. What happened?"
"This woman is fake, and her pregnancy is fake!"
Zhu DaDa, who was worried, blurted out without thinking much.
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Only then did Zhu DaDa realize that the person asking the question was Feng Yi. Knowing that he had made a mistake, he deliberately concealed it. Later, when he thought about Ma Zhijian's kindness to Feng Yi, he would not publicize it everywhere. He hesitated and said: "Brother Feng, there is something I don't know.
Say it right or wrong."
Feng Yi pretended to be confused and said: "Boss Zhu, does it have anything to do with Mr. Ma? If that's the case, you'd better tell me."
"Okay, come with me!"
While talking, the two returned to the Zhu family's residence.
Although Zhu Dadan and Ma Zhijian grew up together and have a very good relationship, their family backgrounds are quite different.
The Ma family's mansion is large and spacious, with all kinds of flowers, plants and trees, and is indescribably luxurious.
Because the Zhu family is in the business of dead people, despite the size of the yard, there are things for making dead people's supplies everywhere. Zhu boldly said to Feng Yi: "Brother Feng, you don't have any taboos about these things, right?"
"Fortunately, I can handle it."
Feng Yi nodded and responded with a confused look.
"The thing is like this..."
Zhu boldly told the story of how he and Ma Zhijian went to the Technical College together, and how Ma Zhijian took various tonics but to no avail. He was originally a businessman, and he told the story vividly, as if he was personally involved in it.
"Oh, you mean, Ma Engong is useless?" Feng Yi said as if he had a sudden realization.
"It's not useless, it's not possible!" Another boy who was listening to the story said firmly.
"It's not impossible, it's simply incompetent."
Thinking of the overbearing effects of those tonics, Zhu Dadan still felt guilty and asked: "Think about it, Zhijian is not good at all, how could he have a wife with such a big belly!"
"Yes, it seems that there must be something fishy about this matter, and those people are very suspicious!"
Feng stood up with a cry and said with a cold face: "No, I have to question those people face to face. If Ma Engong is really killed by them, I will make them pay with blood!"
"No, Brother Feng, please don't be impatient."
Zhu boldly grabbed him and said: "This matter needs to be discussed in the long run, not to mention that there is a Taoist priest from Maoshan, which should be very difficult to deal with!"
