I don’t know if it was a coincidence or a disaster, but a wave of evil wind was rolled up from the side, which made people unable to open their eyes.

The dust and smoke were all together, and the sky was shining brightly just now, a cloud came for no reason and pressed towards the entrance of the village. In a flash, the sky was dimmed and the thunder was thunder. In the spring, the spring was so cold that people shivered!

The two slid-legged Eight Immortals were immediately frightened and their faces were pale. They pounced on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, and their bodies were shaking like sieves.

The coffin on the grave has not yet arrived, this is a taboo in the funeral!

This shows that the deceased is unjust and refuses to leave just like this. If it is not properly handled, the resentment cannot be released. It is likely to be buried in the soil, become a zombie, or even turn into a ghost and return to the sun, causing great disasters to the master's family, relatives, and even neighbors.

Moreover, seeing the light of the corpse is a sign of great danger, and now the person in the coffin is red again...

Could you want to get the corpse?

Everyone was so shocked that they were not possessed and didn't know what to do.

But I just felt a stream of evil fire rushing straight into my forehead, and my back teeth were bitten and clattered!

I walked to the coffin tremblingly, and my hands raised could not stop trembling.

Trust me, once a person gets angry, he will tremble constantly.

Others don’t know the reason for her red outfit, so I naturally know!

She lives all her life!

Although she is a daughter, she lives a rough life than a man!

Only when she was about to live for herself was she told me to put on the wedding dress under the box, dress up beautifully, and look like a woman. She said, if I continue to see my father like this, my father will not dislike her!

But who would have thought that even her thoughts would not be able to do anything about it!

As soon as I thought about this, I knelt on my knees, bang bang three times, and my forehead was so full of flesh and blood was flowing!

"Mom, I'm not filial!"

There was no sound around, noisy, clamoring, singing, and horns of the car, all of which were quiet.

The iron mule came up and grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

I became angry from my heart, and I was brave enough to be brave. I stared at the person who kicked me, and touched my right hand to the back of my waist...

At this moment, I suddenly heard a loud shout from afar: "Fugui'er!"

The sound was like a bolt from the blue, which made me stunned. Looking back, the group of people walked quickly. The old man led the way, all the hair and hair were white, the lion's nose was wide, and the black clothes were short-lived. He walked with a tiger and a tiger, and there were a few strong men following behind him.

"The village chief is here!"

"Let the village chief show it, what's wrong with this!"

People made way out, and the village chief walked over and blocked me and the young man: "What do you want to do!"

I came to my senses and felt confused. If I stabbed someone just now, wouldn’t it be the disaster that the coffin fell to the ground? Having said that, I still took advantage of the truth: “Uncle, they almost hit us to death and would even take my mother to burn it!”

The village chief glanced at them and turned his head and said, "Are you misunderstood? How can you take it seriously if you are angry?"

"Misunderstanding? Look, is this a misunderstanding?"

I pointed at myself, who was bleeding from my head, and I glanced at the person opposite me and wanted to talk back. I turned around and pointed to the coffin that fell to the ground!

"Or, that's a misunderstanding!"

The opposite person suddenly stopped talking!

The village chief's face was also a little ugly.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still squinted his eyes and stared at me: "It must be a misunderstanding. He is a land reclamation team from the city. I'll take it for a while now, and you'll mess with such a big vagrant for me?"

After a slight pause, he said: "Who comes to the city and doesn't understand the rules in the mountains. Your family is doing things, and you don't understand either?"

I really don’t understand what rules he was talking about, but I understand the implication!

When I was three years old, I ran around with my mother. I saw many faces. He came from the city one by one. Isn’t it like slapping my mouth and telling me, “What am I? I can’t afford to offend others?”

That's right, my mother who is dependent on me has died, who else can I afford to mess with?

But so what!

I forced myself to press the fire head and paused word by word: "You... but look carefully, my mother's coffin has fallen to the ground!"

The village chief raised the big palm-leaf slap and slapped it on my head: "It's not the disaster that you kid caused. How big is that person? I can't tell you how good you are. Do you still have any reason to beat someone like this?"

I gritted my teeth and didn't say anything!

I've given it to the forefront!

Seeing that I was still stalking my neck and didn't mean to give in, he glanced at the coffin: "Where are you looking at me!"

As soon as these words came out, I couldn't help but tremble.

Yes, my mother is still waiting to get buried in the soil!

I have only heard of the coffin landing and haven’t seen it. How to break this disaster? I’m afraid that only the village chief who survived the war and witnessed the disaster knew that I could not bow my head, would I let my mother wait?

I have already violated a big taboo today. If the auspicious time is delayed, it will definitely be even more unlucky...

But I, a mourning person, bend down and bow my head, and my ancestors can't raise their heads.

Seeing that I was embarrassed, I took a step forward: "I beat the man, I apologize, right? I will compensate!"

Without saying a word, he went up and bowed deeply to the group of young people: "I'm sorry!"

Unexpectedly, some of these people sneered, some snorted coldly, and some simply turned their heads and ignored them.

The tall and big young man smiled and said, "Oh, are you convinced?"

"Where is the awesome thing just now?"

"What a pity, your bow is not standard enough!"

As he said that, he stretched out a finger and poked the iron mule's forehead: "I tell you, this is not that easy, beating people, causing trouble, engaging in feudal superstition, and want to get away with it? Apologize, show your sincere intention to regret it!"

His proud actions shocked everyone in the village!

This kid is really ignorant of life and death. He will immediately know how the name Iron Mule came about!

But unexpectedly, the iron mule was silent for a moment, and the next action was beyond everyone's expectations.

He kneeled down with a thud!

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

I just felt my head fooling me, and my heart hurt like a knife. He was unruly and had never even kneeled down!

No matter what others thought, I rushed over immediately and pulled him up without saying anything.

The man with glasses on the opposite side also stepped forward to help him: "Don't be like this little comrade..."

As he said that, he turned around and scolded the young man: "It is a good thing to have a position and be motivated, but everything cannot be exaggerated. We must respect the customs and habits of peasant brothers!"

His tone was already quite sharp. The young man didn't dare to talk back, but a short-haired girl next to him snorted in dissatisfaction: "Who can you blame? They are provoking first!"

The man in glasses looked over with a warning look, and then she closed her mouth, but she still raised her chin and didn't take it seriously.

When the village chief saw that the man in glasses was obviously the backbone of these people, he quickly came over enthusiastically and grabbed the other person's hand and shook it hard, but I didn't listen to what they said.

Soon, the village chief said to me with a gloomy face: "Go, kowtow to your mother!"

As he spoke, he pressed my neck and pushed forward. I immediately became unstable. I staggered a few steps and knelt in front of the coffin. I heard the village chief say, "Fugui, I know you can't worry about this kid, but humans and ghosts have different paths. When it's time to go on the road, I have to go on the road. Later generations will have their own blessings. It will not be good for him to take care of them too much!"

While saying that, he rubbed his hands quickly, and his palms were red before he tentatively rubbed my mother's eyelids.

It's strange. I didn't close my eyes no matter how hard I rubbed them before. After he stroked them like this, I really closed them.

He straightened his waist and breathed a sigh of relief: "Hey, this is right. Life and death are irrelevant. Yin and Yang are different. The children are not deliberately causing trouble for you. I will ask them to give you a gift. Can we go on the road now?"

Turning around, he spoke sternly: "Fugui'er, don't kowtow yet!"

I was yelled by his roar and I had to kowtow three times.

Immediately afterwards, I was pulled up, he patted my shoulder, turned around and said to the people in the reclamation team: "Come here to salute me, don't talk about right or wrong with me, death is the most important thing, and giving a salute is not a shame!"

"Why do we have to salute without relatives or reasons?"

"What old customs are there? We don't have this one!"

"Your beating has not been settled yet, and you still want us to apologize?"

These young people started yelling...

Just as I was furious and the village chief couldn't come to Taiwan, the man in glasses slapped them heavily and interrupted them. He said to the village chief with apologetic expression: "These children are reckless and impulsive. I blame me for not being restrained normally. This is how I salute the deceased on their behalf. Do you think it is feasible?"

The village chief glanced at the excited young people and nodded reluctantly: "Then let's try..."

Although I feel resentful, since the village chief is in charge, I have no room for interruption. This is the rule.

The man in glasses was very polite, took off his hat and stood up respectfully, and then bowed three times, unable to find any fault.

After the ceremony, the village chief slowly walked under the coffin without saying a word, grabbed a handful of soil and put it in his palm, his lips slightly moved as if he was silently reciting something. After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly pressed the soil in his palm on the lid of the coffin.

A strange thing happened. After he pressed it like this, the loose sand and soil were pasted on the lid of the coffin like wet mud!

The village chief then stretched his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. With a wave of his hand, the strong men stepped forward to cover the coffin lid, took the coffin bar, and started, and the coffin left the ground steadily. The village chief took the lead: "Still land to be a grave, and to be buried in the soil. The rich and noble mother, we are on the road. Look at the Southwest Road, walk on the Mingguang Avenue, and get on!"

As he sang loudly, the drum band started to play again!
To be continued...