It was almost noon when the big red coffin entered the central room amidst the sound of firecrackers.
Although the bride died early, she could still enter the ancestral hall of the clan. Under Xu Ming's objection, they could only hold it in the main family's house and settle this dust.
The woman's maiden family also came. Her parents cried and cried, their hearts broken.
Xu Ming was afraid that the tears of the old couple would fall on the woman, so he asked Li Xiao Yao to remind them. The deceased would be buried in the coffin later, and there could not be any mistakes.
There were many monks, and the training hall was soon set up.
In the middle of the hall was a large red coffin. The two ends of the coffin were written with the word "Li" in black and white. Xu Ming and his disciple carried the woman into the coffin. The lid of the coffin was not fully closed, only the head was slightly exposed.
As the monks played their suona and erhu, the song " Crying Farewell Song " floated in the mountain village. The white curtains in the mourning hall fluttered in the wind, and the flickering candlelight in front of the memorial tablet flickered, creating gusts of cold wind. The funeral was supposed to last for three days, but it was going to be simplified according to Elder Xu's wishes.
No one said anything. The bride's death was too bizarre, and everyone's nerves were tense. Even the monks who were practicing Dao felt a little depressed. Many of them were too shallow in the industry and were most afraid of causing trouble.
The neighbors were all helping to prepare some food. The wedding banquet yesterday had become a white wedding today. Some of the borrowed tables, chairs, stools, bowls, and chopsticks were still there. There were also many dishes left, which was quite convenient. Thinking that the dead were the most important, no one said anything about food.
The longevity lamp lit under the coffin flickered. There were endless guests and firecrackers. Li Xiaoyao and his master were beside the coffin, looking after the lights and the coffin.
Night fell quickly. The funeral was supposed to be held in the morning with the sound of the suona, but today, all the instruments were put away before they went up the mountain. It was strange.
"Rise!"
With Elder Xu's shout, the 16 burly coffin bearers steadied the coffins on their shoulders and stood up.
"The dead leave, the living avoid"
Xu Ming was throwing money in front, and the burly men carried the coffin and followed closely behind.
Li Xiaoyao and the monks followed behind. The family members of the deceased did not allow them to escort them. Dozens of lamps lit up the road ahead. The group of people followed Xu Ming's shouts and walked towards the cemetery that had been dug during the day.
"Caw! Croak!"
In the dark night, a crow kept calling nearby, bringing desolation to the night. Everyone's footsteps tightened, but no one dared to make a sound.
"Second Baby, come forward!" Xu Ming shouted.
Li Xiao Yao quickly ran over and took the money from his master's hand. He then led the way with his master.
The journey was long, and the coffins did not land on the ground. The monks would also take the coffins on the shoulders of the burly men and take turns to move forward.
Along the way, only Xu Ming's occasional shouts could be heard. The sound of everyone stepping on the grass and trees made the atmosphere gloomy.
The monks in the dojo were also puzzled. Xu Laoguai had only sprinkled powder on the dead to prevent insects from entering. When he knocked on the nail, he also placed a thick layer of money on the four corners and the middle of the coffin. The coffin that was carried up the mountain was not completely covered.
It's a rare occurrence
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