Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 50: What does Mr. Fang think? see with eyes

The villagers were talking about it, and they were now completely sure that these Taoist priests were the Taoist priests who had just moved here recently.

And today, they are holding a funeral here, which obviously conflicts with these Taoist priests.

But no one came forward at all, they just talked in private.

The reason is very simple. On one side is the dead old man Shunzi in their village. He is very talkative and always likes to say that he is a Taoist priest, a lonely old man with no children.

On the other side, there is the newly moved "neighbor". This new "neighbor" will live here in the future, and may even go to their village to spread Taoism. There may be Taoist priests coming and going in the future.

They can ignore the old man who died alone without children, but they don't want to offend the new neighbor.

But when it comes to matters that affect their own interests, the villagers always have only one choice.

And, there will always be someone who comes forward, this kind of thinking is at work.

But in the end, everyone has the same idea.

The four coffin-carrying men standing in the Changsheng Temple, as well as the two middle-aged men who scattered the paper money, were stunned on the spot.

They had exactly the same idea as the other villagers.

I came to the funeral today just to help, and I have no relatives at all in Anping.

"Then this coffin..." a man asked, pointing to An Ping's coffin.

Grand Taoist priest Gao said again, his tone not allowing others to refuse: "All laymen, please stay away for a while."

"this……"

He hesitated for a moment.

The few people who entered the temple looked at the serious face of the Taoist priest and walked out of the Temple of Immortality.

Just after these people walked out of the Temple of Immortality.

Grand Priest Gao first bowed slightly to several people and saluted.

Then, he stood up and stared straight at the coffin containing the remains of the old man An Pingjie in the Temple of Immortality.

"Let's get started, don't waste time." Grand Priest Gao said seriously.

Immediately, following Grand Priest Gao's order, all the Taoist priests behind him started to move.

First, they persuaded the villagers standing in front of the gate of Changsheng Temple to move aside, and then they started various preparations.

"What are these Taoist priests...doing?" Some villagers immediately looked at the Taoist priests in confusion and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. Are they... preparing to give salvation to Mr. Shunzi?"

"Looking like this, it seems that they are not Taoist priests living here. Could it be that someone invited these Taoist priests to give salvation to Mr. Shunzi?"

"It's not impossible, but who can be so kind?"

"I do not know……"

The villagers talked in low voices and kept their eyes on the Taoist priests.

Just now, they were wondering whether these Taoist priests would directly carry Mr. Anpingjie's coffin out of the Temple of Immortality and place it aside casually.

After all, who wants to see a coffin in the place where they will live in the future? Or the coffin containing the dead.

But now, these Taoist priests behave more like they are preparing to perform rituals for Anpingjie.

This... is completely different from what they thought before!

But it is still just speculation and cannot be confirmed.

And those villagers who were very dissatisfied with the funeral from the beginning saw these Taoist priests making preparations.

"Hey, I really want to be a Taoist priest when I die. If I can't be a Taoist priest in life, I will find a group of Taoist priests to help me save myself after I die. Is Mr. Shunzi a demon?"

"That is to say, since he paid a Taoist priest to come and redeem him, why did he ask us to hold a funeral for him? Isn't this just for us to see?"

"I don't want to watch it. This whole thing is making me more and more unhappy."

"Hurry up, these Taoist priests are really good at ink. They can only do these things. It should be over as soon as possible. I really don't want to stay here anymore."

Several villagers looked disgusted, rolled their eyes, and crossed their arms in front of themselves. They were even more dissatisfied with this funeral.

Wang Hai, Zhao Haizhu, and Fang Zheng who were standing behind the crowd, as well as Fang Zheng on the mobile phone screen, were stunned for a moment after seeing the actions of the Taoist priests.

"What's going on here? These Taoist priests should be here for An Pingjie's salvation. Could it be that An Pingjie came for him himself?" Zhao Haizhu scratched his head, very puzzled.

"Impossible." Wang Hai said firmly.

An Pingjie definitely didn't find this by himself, even if he thought about it with his buttocks, he knew it was impossible.

Although Wang Hai didn't know much about Anpingjie, it could be seen from the information that Anpingjie was a very kind person.

He couldn't help but hired a group of Taoist priests to save himself, just to show his holiness in front of the villagers.

Another point is, where does Anpingjie get the money to hire people? The money for the funeral was all raised by the villagers.

If Anpingjie had money, he would never let the villagers pay for it.

Wang Hai pinched his chin and sneered a few times: "I think it's the same as what I thought before. Someone did this deliberately and found a group of Taoist priests to add some mystery to An Pingjie's death."

"Mr. Fang, what do you think?" Wang Hai turned to look at the phone screen and asked with an expectant expression.

On the phone screen, Fang Zheng snorted and said angrily: "Look with your eyes."

Wang Hai:......

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