"Sir? Just this little guy?" Wang Bing's second uncle glanced at me and said, "No need, I have already invited a gentleman to organize the funeral for my father."
"Second uncle, listen to me." Wang Bing opened his mouth to speak, but his second uncle waved his hand: "The person I invited is Mr. Li, a famous man in Beijing. You don't need to say anything. Since this gentleman is here, he is here.
Then have some food and play for a while before leaving, but be careful with the person you brought, Bing, and don’t let him wander around."
After saying that, his second uncle left.
Wang Bing's face turned red with anger and he said to me: "Brother Zhang, don't get me wrong."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here to have some food. It doesn't matter if I don't do anything." I shook my head slightly at Wang Bing. It seemed that their so-called family was not monolithic. Obviously his second uncle had opinions on them.
Wang Bing saw that I didn't say anything, so he took me to the side.
During the chat, I learned that Wang Bing’s father is Wang Li and his second uncle is Wang Qiang.
Wang Bing just vaguely mentioned that the relationship between his father and his second uncle was not particularly good, but he didn't say much, but I could tell that they probably didn't just have a bad relationship, but were about to fall apart.
It stands to reason that Wang Bing's father, Wang Li, is the chairman of this group. Wang Qiang doesn't seem to be a fool. How could he offend Wang Bing for no reason? It can only be said that the two of them have fallen out and don't care about these things anymore.
After a while, Wang Bing's second uncle, Wang Qiang, respectfully invited Mr. Yin and Yang to come out.
This Mr. Li looks to be forty years old, very thin, wearing a green robe, and carrying a small green bag.
Then I saw another person who looked very similar to Wang Bing. He seemed to be in his fifties. He was wearing a birthday suit and had a white mourning cloth tied to his head.
This should be Wang Li.
Then Wang Li raised his hand, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent. Wang Li coughed and said, "I'm glad that so many relatives and friends came to the funeral of Wang Li's father today..."
"Wait a minute." Suddenly Wang Qiang said: "Mr. Li said, burn incense first and then speak."
After saying that, Mr. Li walked forward with a smile and said: "According to the principle, all the relatives should be allowed to offer incense first, but Mr. Wang did not die an ordinary death, but received a blessing and wanted to become an immortal, so it is up to me.
The Taoist people offer incense in the hope that they can help Mr. Wang on his way to becoming an immortal."
After hearing what Mr. Li said, everyone cheered loudly.
I originally thought that Mr. Li had real skills. After all, he was working in the capital. How could he get away without the skills? But when I heard him say this, I knew he was talking nonsense.
After saying that, Mr. Li walked to the coffin. Someone next to him handed out a stick of incense. He waved his hand and then took out a stick of incense from his bag.
Then I saw it.
He took the incense and gently rubbed it on his clothes, and the incense burned immediately.
I guess, this is a charlatan's trick, a very old trick, done a little more secretly. To outsiders, it looks like Mr. Yin Yang lit the incense candle without using a lighter or anything, giving people the feeling of a master.
In fact, the end of this incense stick is the same as a match, and a pattern in the middle of his monk's robe is made of the same material as the piece that the match rubs against, so it will burn when rubbed.
little tricks.
"Since Taoist Fellow Daoist said that he wants to send Mr. Wang to immortality, I will also come and see him off." I said as I walked forward, picked up an incense stick from the desk, blew on it, and the incense stick ignited.
Burning incense is just the basic skill of Mr. Yin Yang.
Then I bowed and put incense.
When Mr. Li saw me blowing out the incense candle, his eyelids twitched several times, then he smiled and said, "Good work, little brother."
"This is not my kung fu, but your kung fu, master, is very powerful." I smiled, turned around and stepped back.
Mr. Li took a few steps back thoughtfully.
Then the relatives and friends came forward to offer incense one after another, and the professional mourners also began to wail and cry loudly.
I suddenly felt something was wrong. I squatted on the ground and looked under the coffin.
The edges of the coffin were actually dripping.
You must know that the coffin for storing the corpse must be dry. The Wang family must also know this.
I looked up again and saw a bronze mirror placed directly above the coffin.
Wang Bing noticed my strange behavior, walked over and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"
I smiled, stood up and said in Wang Bing's ear: "I'm afraid your grandpa doesn't want to become an immortal, but wants to transform into a corpse."
"Zombie transformation?" Wang Bingyu smiled, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Well, how could a perfectly good person transform into a corpse?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? My dad is going to become an immortal. How could he transform into a corpse? Wang Bing, what is the purpose of this charlatan you brought?" I don't know when Wang Qiang came around behind us and started to curse.
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Everyone looked over, including Wang Bing's father and Wang Li, who also frowned.
I was not in a hurry, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Li, you just said that Mr. Wang will become an immortal, so tell me what kind of immortal he is going to become."
Mr. Li frowned and stammered: "Yes, yes, it was the Jade Emperor who recruited Mr. Wang to be the Lord of the Land."
"Oh, do you think a land prince needs to be recruited by the Jade Emperor himself?" I asked with a smile.
This Mr. Li looks like an old man at first glance. Unfortunately, he saw my incense-burning skills before and knew that I was a man of real ability.
This is like a fake soldier who suddenly encounters a real soldier and becomes nervous.
"This, this..." Mr. Li was suddenly speechless.
"Let me tell you, although I have not opened the coffin, the back of Mr. Wang's body is definitely moist, and I even think moss has grown on it." I pointed to the bronze mirror on the coffin: "Who asked you to put the bronze mirror?
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"Putting a mirror on the coffin will definitely shock the corpse. Don't you know this? Even though a person is dead, putting a mirror on his head makes him look at his face and makes him reluctant to die," I said.
"You're talking nonsense, how can you look in the mirror inside the coffin?" Mr. Li scolded.
"If I guessed correctly, the eyes of Mr. Wang's corpse have already been opened. Wait for a drop of Yin water to condense on the mirror surface, drip onto the coffin, and then slowly penetrate from the coffin into the inside, dripping onto Mr. Wang's forehead.
, that’s fun. If you don’t believe it, Mr. Li, then that’s fine. The bronze mirror will be taken away. How about spending one night here with Mr. Wang, who wants to be a god? If you can survive tonight, I’ll give you one million.
." I started to say.
"You're talking nonsense. The body is already dead. How can it open its eyes?" Mr. Li said as he stepped forward, slowly pushed open the coffin, and then took a look inside.
"ah"
Mr. Li shouted in fear, then rolled his eyes and fainted.