Chapter 443 Funeral 3

I admit that I am very popular, but I still didn't expect that even the gods would fall in love with me. My god, what a joke, I am really afraid that a group of soldiers and generals will come to stage a new version of the story of the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong, or the Three Holy Mother and Chenxiang, his father.

It was finally dawn that there were more people. In order not to let others see her, they disappeared. I didn't know where she went. However, the expression she left was clearly a look of not giving up, which caused me a headache. Now I already have six wives, and I am very content. I really don't have the idea of ​​taking a god as my wife.

And when she left, I also knew her name, Bihan.

At the same time, I also knew that if I asked her to ask her to come up and meet me, there should be no problem, but I did not ask. The old man was very peaceful and there were no regrets when he left. As the saying goes, the deceased has gone, don’t disturb him.

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The fourth day is the day when the old man celebrates his funeral.

The gloomy weather for several consecutive days did not mean to dissipate. There was still drizzle in the sky. Although it was not heavy, it felt cool when it fell on people's faces.

The old man's cemetery was also the top of the cemetery. In the morning, the road leading to the cemetery at the gate of Deng Mansion was already full of people. A long crowd lined up to the cemetery. The onlookers had no exception. The people onlookers had flowers on their chests and looked sad.

In the mourning hall, we were looking at the old man for the last time.

The old man was still very peaceful. Although he had passed away for three days, his skin was still rosy and his face was still smiling. He lay there tightly, as if he had no life, but was asleep. In his dream, there were children and grandchildren around him, and the people of Shangling lived and worked in peace and prosperity.

My mother fainted once. Although she was younger than the old man, she could not bear the grief. These days were the most difficult days for her. At the same time, I also made a decision to take her with her when she left. Not taking good care of the old man was an eternal pain in my heart. Now, I can't make the same mistake again.

Time passes slowly, and the time for funeral has come.

The second uncle came over, sighed softly, and said, "Okay, it's time to send my brother to the road. You, please take a look at him for the last time."

The third uncle next to him also said, "When I was in front of the old man, my favorite thing was to see news about you from the city of heaven, and my favorite thing to talk about was about you. In the end, he waited for you for more than a month, and even the doctor said that this was a miracle. Now that the old man has left, let him rest in peace!"

I nodded, felt sad, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth with my hands. Big tears fell down, fell into the coffin, and then seeped into it. Then, I nodded vigorously.

The second uncle on the side nodded to the craftsmen and signaled them to seal the building.

The craftsmen were all Shangling's craftsmen, and they respected and loved the old man deeply like ordinary people. Before sealing the coffin, they looked at the old man's face carefully, as if they wanted to engrave the old man's appearance in their hearts. Then they slowly closed the coffin.

The coffin slowly closed, and slowly, the old man's kind face disappeared in front of me.

I couldn't suppress the sadness in my heart, so I lay on the coffin and burst into tears. I wanted to give what I owe to the old man, and it was enough for one time.

Under my influence, the crying sounds drifted across the Deng Mansion.

The crying sound floated out of the yard, and the people waiting on the street couldn't suppress it at this time and started crying. The entire Shangling sky suddenly enveloped the crying sound.

When the time came, the gate of Deng's mansion was opened. I walked to the front with the old man's spirit card, and behind me, followed Deng Chao and others. Finally, the coffin was carried by the old man sixteen. On both sides of the coffin were the servants and maids of Deng's mansion playing white banners.

In the entire burial procession, no monks were invited, no Taoist priests were invited, and no one was cheering. Apart from the low and depressing cry, there was no other sound.

Some of the people on the streets covered their mouths and suppressed their crying, while others cried without any scruples.

When the wind blows, the white banners made by the servants and maids are flying in the air, and the flowers on the chests of the people are also temporarily released in the wind.

I don’t know who it was, but he knelt down when the coffin passed by. Although the street was wet, he had no scruples. After his influence, whenever the coffin passed by, the people there all knelt down.

There is no need and no need. At this time, in their hearts, there is only nostalgia and gratitude for an old man.

I did not stop the people from kneeling, that was their gratitude to the elderly, and the elderly deserved it.

As the coffin passed by, they knelt deeply, and when the coffin left, they all stood up and followed behind the coffin, and they wanted to send the old man another journey.

And I, who was walking in the front, saw the old man’s efforts over the years from the eyes of the people, and at the same time, I also saw the changes in Shangling from the changes around me.

It usually takes an hour to walk from Deng's mansion to the cemetery, but today it took two hours to walk. On both sides of the road, there were all people full of people, including the locals of Shangling and the counties around Shangling who were coming to hear the news of the death of the old man. This wall of people was connected to the cemetery, and behind us, there were countless people gathered.

Just as the saying goes: If you have the people in your heart, you will be in your heart!

The top of the cemetery is a long staircase about five meters wide, which is hundreds of steps. Below the steps, Li Rugang and Chen Nanshan, dressed in plain clothes, were waiting there.

Seeing us coming, Li Rugang and Chen Nanshan hurriedly led us up and walked to the coffin. Li Rugang patted the coffin gently and said sadly: "Old guy, I am here to see you off with the head of the Chen family!"

Chen Nanshan also couldn't stop crying, gently stroked the coffin and said, "We have been together for ten years, but I didn't expect you to leave first than both of us. Remember to wait for us below. Sooner or later, Lao Li and I will come to find you. At that time, the Eighth Prince, Old Master Ouyang, you, me, and Lao Li, let's drink and have fun!"

I turned around, knelt on the ground, kowtowed respectfully, and said, "I thanked the two uncles for the old man!"

Li Rugang quickly helped me up and said, "Stop talking, everyone is a family. Let's go, let me and the head of the Chen family and you take a trip to the old man!"

I nodded and walked in front with Li Rugang and Chen Nanshan, stepping on the stone stairs under my feet and heading upwards.

"I'm helping you, which can be regarded as expressing my respect for the old man!"

In my ears, Bihan's voice suddenly came out. I felt that she was always by my side.

As soon as she finished speaking, the dark clouds above the cemetery suddenly began to slowly dissipate, revealing the blue sky. The dissipated dark clouds were only the one above the cemetery, and the rest were still covered by dark clouds.

The moment the old man's coffin just climbed the steps, the blue sky above the cemetery immediately covered the white clouds. At the same time, a golden light sprinkled from the white clouds and fell on the steps, making the entire stairs immediately shrouded in the golden light.

At the same time, in the sky, the sound of chanting scriptures suddenly came to mind, and the ethereal and sacred Buddhist sounds suddenly spread throughout every corner of Shangling. Under the influence of this Buddhist sound, the dark clouds in the sky gradually turned white, the rain stopped, and the sky gradually became clear.

The golden light that was originally covered with the steps slowly spread and began to cover the entire cemetery. On the top of the mountain, the golden light on the tomb of the Eighth Prince and Old Master Ouyang was even more intense. At the same time, in the sky, there were petals of the golden light falling down.

"Thanks!"

I whispered, knowing that she could hear it, and now, I can say it only is this sentence.

"Actually, this is what they meant, I haven't taken action yet!"

Her faint voice came from beside her, "They are also felt by the old man's feelings, so they do this. At the same time, the old man will not be in the cycle of reincarnation, but will live forever in the world!"

them?

I immediately understood that it should be those gods, and did the old man and the others also become gods?

I have no idea.

Now, Li Rugang, Chen Nanshan and others who were walking in the front were stunned by the situation in front of them. They stared blankly at the cemetery shrouded in golden light, their eyes were full of shock, and the same was true for carrying the coffin behind.

"Walk!"

I shouted loudly, and everyone came to the top of the mountain along the steps covered by golden light, facing the petals floating in the sky.

After reaching the top of the mountain, when the old man's coffin was placed in the tomb, three huge pillars of light broke out from the sky and shone on the eighth prince, Ouyang, and the old man's tomb, and the Sanskrit sound in the sky was louder.

The golden light faded, and the eighth prince, Ouyang, and the old man slowly appeared in the air. Around them, surrounding the golden light, and under their feet, stepping on the auspicious clouds, staring at the people in front of them with a smile, Shangling in front of them.

"Look, it's the Eighth Prince and the others!"

Someone immediately shouted in the crowd below, and the golden light and Fanyin that had just now shocked them, and now the appearance of the old man and others was even more shocked.

Almost everyone knelt down. In their hearts, the three old men became immortals and would always bless Shang Ling Fuqiang and healthy.

After about a cup of tea appeared, the three of them slowly turned into a golden light and returned to the sky. At this time, the Sanskrit and golden light filled with the world disappeared.

At this time, I raised my head, burst into tears, and whispered in my heart: "Goodbye, Eighth Prince, Grandpa, Father! I am also proud of being a descendant of the Deng family, your juniors, and being arrogant!"

When they disappeared, I clearly heard the voices of the three of them: "Deng Long, we are proud of you!"
Chapter completed!