Changsheng Goudao: Playing suona at the beginning, sending off Xiuxian

"This wine gourd is for my granddaughter as a dowry."

Old Zhang held the wine gourd very preciously, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it away.

Bai Yu laughed:

"Uncle Zhang, you are not afraid that I will steal your wine, so you made up a granddaughter."

Old Zhang was already seven points drunk:

"Nonsense, I really have a granddaughter."

"When I was young, I was a jerk. I left my family and career and went everywhere."

"As a result, I didn't achieve anything and dared not go home. I could only watch from afar."

"Now I have let it go. After this New Year, I will go back to my hometown to find my granddaughter and buy her a dowry."

He seemed to be a little self-deprecating:

"I am old and useless, and I miss home more and more."

Bai Yu didn't expect that Old Zhang had such a past.

He picked up a chicken leg for Lao Zhang and gave Lao Mo one:

"Uncle Zhang, it's a good thing that you want to go home, come and eat the chicken leg."

Old Zhang looked at Bai Yu and smiled:

"If my granddaughter can find a husband like you, then I won't have anything to worry about with my old bones."

"I can't give you the wine gourd, but I can pour you a glass of wine. This is my unique recipe."

As he said, he poured Bai Yu a glass of wine from the wine gourd.

Not to mention, Lao Zhang's wine is very special, as clear and transparent as honey, and it smells like wine.

Even though Bai Yu doesn't like to drink, he was tempted by it.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and immediately felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, and a warm current flowed around his body.

I don't know if it was an illusion, he even felt that the bottleneck of his cultivation had loosened a little.

He was about to ask about the origin of the wine, but Lao Zhang had fallen asleep with the wine gourd in his arms.

Bai Yu shook his head, it seems that he drank a little too much.

"Lao Mo, am I drunk?"

"Woof woof~"

New Year's Eve passed just like that.

The next day, the first day of the new year.

Bai Yu took Lao Mo to pay New Year's greetings to Uncle Jiu, and returned to the charity cemetery to practice after getting a red envelope.

According to convention, no one would come to the door on the first day of the new year, which was rare.

However, in the evening of that day, there was a hurried knock on the door.

Bai Yu got up helplessly:

"What's going on? A funeral on the first day of the new year?"

He opened the door and saw more than a dozen carriages parked outside.

The last few carriages were pulling a big red coffin.

Before Bai Yu could speak, a big man with a full beard came forward and bowed:

"My dear brother, several of our brothers died of acute illness. We really have nowhere to stay. We have no choice but to come and bother you. Please be lenient."

Bai Yu stepped forward and asked.

It turned out that this was a caravan that traveled a long distance, selling goods and reselling them for the difference.

Who knew that when passing by Jiangcheng, some people got sick for some reason and died on New Year's Eve.

It was impossible to bring the body with you when traveling a long distance, so the caravan bought a few coffins and prepared to bury them.

Birth, aging, illness and death are all impermanent.

No one can say which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.

Bai Yu couldn't refuse people at the door, so he welcomed everyone into the charity cemetery.

The bearded man said to Bai Yu:

"Little brother, I'm really sorry to bother you on New Year's Day."

"It's just a small gift, not a respect."

As he said that, he stuffed a small bag into Bai Yu's pocket.

Bai Yu weighed it, and the silver inside was probably two or three taels.

The bearded man was very respectful and stuffed a red envelope into Old Zhang's pocket.

"You two, we businessmen are in a hurry. The goods will be damaged every day."

"Please help us arrange to bury our brothers as soon as possible."

Seeing that they were so polite, Bai Yu and his companions were even more embarrassed to say anything.

Bai Yu said:

"Don't worry, I will bury them tomorrow."

The bearded man thanked them repeatedly and said that he would reward them handsomely later.

Bai Yu commanded the caravan to bring the coffin into the inner courtyard.

Then he picked up the suona and played a dirge.

However, Bai Yu was surprised to find that there was no target in the coffin.

Bai Yu's heart was lifted.

Something was wrong, too wrong.

On the first day of the new year, the coffin was delivered to the door, but there was no target in it.

He calmly lit incense for a coffin next to him.

As a result, there was still no target in the burial record!

In other words, there was either no one in the coffin, or the person inside was not dead!

Bai Yu placed several coffins while burning incense and paper.

As expected, the third coffin had a target for funeral.

[Funeral target: Geng Long. ]

[Identity: Corpse Refiner. ]

[Cultivation: Copper Armor Corpse! ]

[Basic rewards: Strength +14, Life Experience +130. ]

[Optional rewards: Iron Corpse Skill, Dragon Power Skill, Golden Bell Cover...]

[FuneralParticipation: 3%. 】

There is a bronze-armored corpse inside.

And judging from the rewards, it is exactly the same as the technique practiced by Mangzi.

It is clearly a corpse made by the same method!

This group of people is in the same group as Master Jinlong!

In the fourth and fifth coffins, there are also bronze-armored corpses!

Three bronze-armored corpses, a group of extraordinary warriors.

Bai Yu couldn't help but secretly take a breath.

This group of people definitely has other purposes.

He still kept smiling and told the bearded man and others about the spirit guard.

After finishing his work, Bai Yu returned to the bedroom, picked up a copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals and began to read it. There seemed to be nothing unusual.

What no one cared about was that a black dog quietly slipped out of the dog hole.

After Lao Mo left for about half an hour, Bai Yu got up calmly and knocked on Lao Zhang's door.

At this time, Old Zhang was holding a wine gourd and wiping it. The big red gourd was rubbed shiny by him.

"Xiao Yu, why are you here?"

Bai Yu said:

"Uncle Zhang, did we forget to worship the God of Land?"

"In previous years, we had to go to the big rock in the back mountain to worship the God of Land and pray for peace this year."

Old Zhang was stunned at first. Where is the God of Land in the back mountain?

And there was no custom of worshiping the God of Land in previous years.

But he was an old man after all. He immediately realized that something was wrong. He slapped his thigh and continued to talk along with Bai Yu's words.

"Well, in previous years, this was all done by Taoist Lin Jiu. This year, he is not here, so I really forgot."

"Let's prepare some offerings quickly and go to the back mountain. If we anger the land god, it will be bad."

Bai Yu carried a basket and said:

"The offerings are ready. Let's go and come back quickly. If we are late, we will not be able to see the road clearly."

As he said, the two of them carried the offerings, went out from the back door, and went all the way to the mass grave in the back mountain.

Bai Yu walked forward in front, and Old Zhang followed behind.

The two walked about two or three miles. Old Zhang saw that there was no one around, and couldn't help asking:

"Xiao Yu, what happened to you today? Did you find something?"

Bai Yu sensed it and found that no one was following him, so he said:

"Uncle Zhang, that group of people is not right."

Old Zhang asked in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

"Let me answer for him, because we are not here for a funeral."

A voice came slowly.

I saw a figure not far away, and I didn't know when it appeared.