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"Don't you know what a burial gate is?" Chu Sili seemed a little surprised: "Aren't you Boss Feng's apprentice? How could you not know the burial gate?" I shook my head and said that I really didn't know: "I have only been to Dongtingxiang for a few days and have never heard of any burial gate." Chu Sili scratched his head: "Uh, so that's it. How do you say it? I actually don't know much about the burial gate, but I just heard some of it from my master." "My master said that the burial gate is a word for burial, and people must be buried after death. The burial gate refers to those who eat the burial bowl of rice." "Eat the burial bowl of rice?" I asked, "What are included?" Chu Sili thought for a while: "It seems to be a funeral ceremony, making a burial cup, a paper man's sacrificial jacket, and all those who are engaged in these industries are considered burial gates." It turns out that the so-called burial gate means this. If I count it like this, I can actually be regarded as a burial gate.

I thought so in my heart, but I still felt something was wrong.

If the burial gate just means this, then what Zhang Jiu said before seemed to be a magnificent place.

Chu Sili said he didn't know more. Seeing that I couldn't find anything, I chatted with him for a few words, then went upstairs with him, took him to find a room, and I also found another room to go to bed.

Today, I was really troubled by the day. I was already very tired, and it was almost three o'clock in the morning. As soon as I relaxed, I felt sleepy and fell asleep not long after.

The next morning, I was woken up by a knock on the door. When I opened the door, it was Mr. Feng, who said that I wanted me to pick up people at the foot of the mountain.

It turned out that Mr. Feng said last night that the person who came to help carry the coffin was coming, and he was going to the Zhang family himself, so he asked me to call Chu Sili down the mountain to pick him up.

I asked Mr. Feng who was the person who came. He threw a word and I knew it when I saw it, and then turned around and went out.

I yawned and wanted to wake up Chu Sili who was sleeping next door. Who knew that as soon as I reached the door, before I knocked on the door, Chu Sili's voice came from the door: "The door is not locked." Looking at my right hand that was already lifting up to knock on the door, I opened the door handle and walked in strangely. I saw Chu Sili sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his eyes closed, as if meditating.

I was so happy when I saw it. I was really a monk. I started meditating and chanting scriptures early in the morning.

I said to Chu Sili, after going downstairs to eat something, I went downstairs with him to pick people up.

Because we didn't have a car, we had to walk down the mountain, but we just acted as exercise.

Walking on the road down the mountain, I found that there were quite a few vehicles going up the mountain, one after another, and a variety of vehicles drove past us and headed towards the top of the mountain.

These are the people who came to attend the funeral. Yesterday, the people on the mountain were all from the Zhang family, and today these are the guests who have no relatives.

I watched one car after another pass, but I didn’t see anyone I knew. After waiting for a long time, I began to doubt whether someone had already been on the way.

Chu Sili looked slow and leaned there leisurely without saying anything.

Just as I was about to go back to the top of the mountain to ask Mr. Feng, I heard a roar of motors coming from the road far ahead. A motorcycle carrying two people rushed over, but when I arrived at the door, I was stopped by the security guard.

When I saw the driver, wasn’t it the young man named Tan Jin who came to the store with Mr. Feng before and said he was the one who gave the shrouds?

As soon as he looked up, he saw the two of us in the door. His eyes lit up and he waved his hands at me.

I immediately knew that Mr. Feng must be him who wanted me to wait. I hurried over and said to the security guard and put him in.

"Oh, Ma Yiming, we're meeting again." Tan Jin said with a smile.

I asked, "Did Mr. Feng call me for help?" Tan Jin laughed and said, "If you want to say that you can carry a coffin, it must be no. I am a man who makes a shroud and can't carry a coffin. I'm here to send someone to you." At this time, someone jumped out of the back seat. He looked not very old, and he was in his thirties. He was not tall, but his body looked very strong. He was wearing a vest and looked like a relatively capable person.

The man grinned at me: "You are Ma Yiming, my surname is Huo. Just call me Lao Huo. Boss Feng asked me to help." I quickly reached out and shook hands with him: "Brother Huo, right? Please trouble you." But he did not hold my hand, but patted my shoulder heavily and smiled, "What's the trouble? You are Boss Feng's apprentice, everyone is your own." He almost dislocated my shoulder, and I was so painful that I was so cold.

Lao Huo quickly said sorry, his hands were heavier.

Tan Jin was laughing beside me and said that my body was too tender and I couldn’t make a coffin, so I had to practice it well.

I gave him a blank look and suddenly remembered what he said before, so I asked, "What you said about my grandfather last time..." Tan Jin's face changed and he laughed, "Let's not talk about this for now, let's go up the mountain quickly. Boss Feng is probably anxious to wait." "Aren't you here to send someone? Go up the mountain together?" I asked curiously.

Tan Jin blinked: "I just said I wouldn't carry the coffin, and I didn't say I would do anything else." I saw that he just didn't want to tell me about my grandfather, and couldn't force him to say it, so he shrugged and asked him to park his motorcycle at the foot of the mountain. The four of them went up the mountain together.

I chatted with Lao Huo for a while and then I realized that he had been a soldier before and now he is helping in Tan Jin's shop. Mr. Feng sometimes asks him to come and help.

Although this person is a bit carefree and has too much strength, he is not bad and has a good temper, which makes people feel quite close.

After going up the mountain, I arrived outside the spiritual hall and saw that there were already crowds of people outside, all of whom were here to attend the funeral.

I stood in the distance and looked inside. I saw that the spirit bed in the hall was gone, replaced by a dark red coffin, surrounded by wreaths, spirit lanterns, paper-tied things like that. The coffin was exactly the one made by Boss Feng before. It seemed that Old Master Zhang had already entered the coffin.

Next, these funeral people went up to worship and bid farewell as usual, and then the funeral was about to be held.

I saw Mr. Feng standing there expressionlessly in the corner of the hall, and the four of them walked around together.

"Mr. Feng, the person is here." Seeing us coming, Mr. Feng, who had not moved before, finally responded.

"The coffin will be ready in a while, we all nodded, and we had to wait here before our relatives and friends finished their worship.

I watched people dressed in different clothes come forward to worship, and felt a little bored, and looked around in the hall. Only then did I realize that the four paper men were leaning against the four corners of the coffin, which were the four we brought over before.

However, paper thorns were originally used for funerals, so I was not surprised. It was just a bit strange that the wreath spirit lamps and other paper thorns here were all prepared by the Zhang family. Why did Mr. Feng bring these four paper people?

Time flies very slowly, and when everyone finishes worshiping, it is already midday. The most important part is finally coming, and the coffin is about to be put on.

The tomb is located in the Zhang family’s ancestral tomb, which is quite far away from here. We have to set out now and arrive before sunset and then follow the sunset into the cave.

The funeral team had already been ready. The Zhang family had white cloth on their heads, and the band had already started playing, just waiting for us to get the coffin. In this regard, even the Zhang family was no different from ordinary families.

Of course, four of the eight people carrying the coffin this time were us, and the remaining four were invited by the Zhang family.

"My coffin head, Huo Wu coffin tail, you left, you right." Mr. Feng assigned us a few simple words, "I am on the left, Chu Sili is on the right. The remaining four people are on the four corners.

The person in charge of watching the fragrance was actually Tan Jin.

I was stunned when I saw it, but I didn't expect that he would help me see the fragrance up the mountain.

At this time, Tan Jin changed his smile and lit a stick of incense with a serious expression, then yelled outside, using Hunan dialect, I didn't hear it clearly. However, as soon as he drank, there were crackling sounds of firecrackers outside.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, Tan Jin shouted again, and I understood this time.
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