Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 48: The strange Taoist priest at the funeral!

Everyone who stood on the top of the mountain and looked up at the changes in the sky was stunned.

It was clear just now that the sky was clear, but now it's... densely covered with mist!

"What the hell is this weather... Why did the weather suddenly change?" A villager stared blankly at the sky.

"Isn't it like this in the mountains? One second it was sunny, and the next second the weather changed. Today... it changed a bit fast."

"It does change a bit quickly, but I don't know if it has something to do with Mr. Shunzi."

"Yes, there must be. Just wait. Mr. Shunzi will go to your house to find you tonight and take you away."

"Go aside, why don't we take you away?"

The villagers were talking about it.

The village chief stood on the spot, staring blankly at the sky, and then looked at Anping's coffin, with sadness in his eyes.

Are you still feeling angry and sad about Shunzi's death today? probably.

The four men carrying the coffin stopped where they were, whether they let go or not.

After all, this suddenly changed, and they were afraid of violating any funeral etiquette.

"Village Chief, should we let him go or not?" A man carrying the coffin looked at the village chief and asked.

The village chief lowered his head and was stunned for a while: "Let's go on with the funeral. Let's finish it as soon as possible before it rains."

After saying that, the village chief hunched his body, walked into the Immortality Temple first, and showed off to everyone.

And Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu stood at the back of the team.

He raised his head and looked at the strange changes in the sky.

"What's changed today is so strange." Zhao Haizhu's Adam's apple moved and he wondered.

When Wang Hai heard this, he rolled his eyes: "The weather in the mountains is changeable, and the top of the mountain is high. It is normal for the weather to suddenly change. There is nothing surprising."

"What's going on?" Fang Zheng on the phone looked at the changes in everyone in the field and asked in confusion.

Wang Hai lowered his head and said solemnly: "It's just that the sky suddenly turned cloudy, Mr. Fang."

"It's just that the mood is a bit fast." Zhao Haizhu added.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng pondered for a moment, nodded, and stopped asking further questions.

Click——

Just when the man carrying the coffin was about to put down the coffin, everyone present thought that this was just an ordinary weather change.

In the dense sky, a thunder suddenly slid across, like a dazzling light, illuminating the entire mountain top.

It was accompanied by the deafening thunder.

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

In the crowd, several exclamations sounded one after another.

Click——

Click——

Thunder rolled in, and lightning flashed.

The sound of thunder seemed to be crying, regretting, and choking with sorrow.

People raised their heads in shock, looking at the sky that was illuminated by thunder and looked like daylight.

The four men carrying the coffin were so frightened that they almost threw the coffin they were carrying on the ground.

"I'm scared to death...why is it thundering again today..."

A slightly panicked voice appeared. It was one of the group of people who had secretly discussed Anping knot before.

Another person was also startled: "Are you afraid of a hammer! It's going to rain soon, and there will definitely be thunder!"

"It's cloudy and thundering today. Why is the weather so weird today... Mr. Shunzi has a funeral today and something like this happened..." Some villagers murmured, their expressions slightly confused and frightened.

"Don't talk nonsense. This is a normal change in the weather. The two have nothing to do with each other." Some villagers immediately retorted.

"It must be a coincidence. Why, you still think that Mr. Shunzi has the ability to control the wind and rain? If he has this ability, why doesn't he crawl out of the coffin?"

"When Mr. Shunzi crawls out, I will be the first to take you away!"

The villagers joked with each other and didn't take it seriously.

But some villagers still inevitably murmured in their hearts.

After all, it's cloudy and thundering, and Mr. Shunzi is having a funeral today, so it's inevitable that some people will think too much about it.

"It's okay, it's okay. It looks like it's going to rain soon. Let's hurry up." The village chief stood up and said with a smile, calming everyone's minds.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu were startled when they heard the thunder.

But the two of them didn't speak. They just watched quietly. At the same time, they used their eyes to indicate that Mr. Fang on the phone screen was okay.

"Continue, don't waste time..." The village chief turned his back and looked into the Temple of Immortality.

"There seems to be someone at the bottom of the mountain walking up the mountain!"

Before the village chief could finish speaking, a villager from behind the crowd pointed to the location down the mountain and exclaimed.

Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu were the closest. They looked puzzled and immediately turned their heads to look down the mountain.

At the same time, Wang Hai also turned his cell phone camera around.

Because the clouds obscured the place and prevented any light, we could only see many hazy figures walking up the mountain, but we couldn't tell what they were wearing or what their faces were like.

At this time, more and more villagers gathered here. They looked at the road up the mountain together and showed doubts.

It's like asking, who is this person?

"Who is that...? Is he from the village?" Zhao Haizhu asked curiously as he looked at several hazy figures walking up the mountain.

The villagers next to him immediately spoke up, shook their heads and said: "Everyone in the village has come today, there is no way there are still people who haven't come..."

Wang Hai pointed at the people at the foot of the mountain: "Then these people..."

At this time, Fang Zheng's voice came out from the mobile phone in Wang Hai's hand: "There is something wrong with these people."

Hearing this, with strong curiosity, Zhao Haizhu, Wang Hai, and the villagers who came after hearing the news gathered their eyes at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the several hazy figures at the foot of the mountain were walking straight along the road up the mountain.

What can be seen is that there is a person standing at the front, walking with several people behind him.

I haven’t seen the faces of these people yet, nor can I see what they are wearing.

But just looking at it from such a distance, one can feel the solemnity and solemn feeling of those who came.

"Wait a minute, those people seem to be wearing Taoist robes!"

A villager's squinted eyes suddenly widened, he pointed at several people running down the mountain and shouted.

Suddenly, everyone's hearts were shocked.

Looking down the mountain again, they could see clearly.

What those people were wearing were really Taoist robes, all dark blue Taoist robes, and Taoist hats on their heads.

These Taoist priests stepped on the ground step by step and headed towards the top of the mountain.

The Taoist priests' movements were very consistent, their expressions were solemn, unhappy and slightly sad.

Everyone saw this and couldn't help but be stunned.

What are these Taoist priests here for?

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