Chapter 459
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Liu Banxian had been a confidant for most of his life and had seen countless dead people and coffins, but he had never seen a coffin split open on its own.
This, this, this...
His face turned from white to green, then from green to black, and finally he glared sharply and shouted at Mr. Zhu:
"Who ordered this coffin? How much money did it cost? Is this what a filial son and a virtuous grandson should do? Are you afraid that the old man will wake up and come to settle accounts with you one by one?"
After being yelled at by him, Mr. Zhu, whose face was whiter than paper, came back to his senses. He turned around, suppressed the fire, and said to Mr. Zhu:
"It's really embarrassing. Why don't you change it quickly?"
The coffin was an errand run by Zhu Yuanzhao, the second master of the Zhu family.
The nanmu coffin cost 2000 taels apiece. He didn't dare to put a tael of silver in the middle. Why did it crack when it was fine?
It must be the shopkeeper of the coffin shop who fooled him by passing it off as a shoddy one!
Damn it, you dare to fool around with this kind of thing?
Zhu Yuanzhao was so angry that his anger went straight to the top of his head. Without saying a word, he took off his mourning clothes and said to the old housekeeper beside him:
"Take a few people and follow me. Make sure I don't destroy the coffin shop."
"Second brother!"
Zhu Yuanhao, the third son of the Zhu family, quickly stopped him.
"I will settle the accounts with them later. The most urgent thing is to buy another coffin so that my father can be buried first, so as not to delay the auspicious moment."
Zhu Lao Er glanced at his old father on the bottom of the coffin, and thought that Lao San was right to persuade him, so he hurriedly took the old housekeeper away.
Boss Zhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Old Liu, what should we do next?"
Liu Banxian had never seen anything like this before. He didn't know what to do. After thinking for a long time, he choked out three words:
"Just wait."
Can't you wait?
Organizing a funeral is much more complicated than organizing a happy event. There are rules for what to do first and what to do next.
If he breaks the rules, Liu Banxian will be fine, but the Zhu family will be in trouble.
……
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, mixed with lightning and thunder.
Zhu Lao'er and his party opened the nearest coffin shop and directly picked the best coffin without even asking the price.
Zhu Laoer was afraid of something unexpected, so he kept knocking here and there.
The shopkeeper of the coffin shop almost wanted to laugh out loud when he saw how careful he was.
"Second Master, what are you knocking on? You can't break this coffin open even with a hammer, let alone your hands."
Zhu Laoer thought to himself, "You know nothing. I can't wait to crawl into the coffin and lie down on it for my father to see if it's strong or not."
"Okay, send it to Zhu's Mansion quickly."
The shopkeeper immediately called a few waiters, carefully wrapped the coffin in raincloth, loaded it into the carriage, and rushed all the way to Zhu's Mansion.
"Here it comes, here it comes, the coffin is here."
Liu Banxian's face relaxed, and he hurriedly asked people to move Mr. Zhu's body aside first, and ordered two more benches to be added. Then he shouted out the door:
"Bring the coffin in."
Four men laboriously carried a coffin into the room and placed it on a bench.
Liu Banxian touched it and nodded with satisfaction.
What a coffin!
"Lift the lid."
"Take a cloth and wipe the raindrops on it."
"Put the bedding down and put everything in the bedding. Don't miss anything."
While crying, Liu Banxian took out his compass, counted with his five fingers, and calculated another auspicious time.
When the auspicious moment was approaching, he shouted: "Lift the person up and let him go!"
The crying stopped abruptly.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the five strong men without moving.
The strong men lifted Mr. Zhu and carefully placed him in the coffin again.
a breath;
two breaths;
Three breaths;
"Crack-"
"boom--"
"Whoa-"
cracked!
The coffin actually fucking cracked open again!
And this time, it happened under everyone’s noses!
Just at this time, another bolt of lightning struck down, causing everyone's eyes to glow with white light.
"Ah, the corpse exploded!"
I don't know which timid woman yelled like this, but everyone was so scared that they pissed themselves off and rushed out.Liu Banxian was the closest, and when the coffin cracked, he subconsciously glanced at Mr. Zhu.
The old man didn't know when he opened his eyelids, and his protruding eyes stared at him.
Liu Banxian sat down on the ground and almost peed in fear.
Ouch!
Who the hell is he going to do the funeral for, let alone him!
In the mourning hall, besides Liu Banxian, there were three people who did not move.
These three people are none other than the three brothers of the Zhu family.
For generations, the Zhu family's ancestors have worked in Qin Tian Jian, also known as Si Tian Jian. They are good at observing the sky at night and fortune telling.
Boss Zhu said with a straight face: "Second brother?"
"Big brother."
Zhu Laoer couldn't help but feel angry and anxious.
"I'm not a beast. Even if you lend me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to joke about dad's coffin. It's really the best coffin. It costs two thousand, five hundred taels of silver."
He bent down to pick up a piece of wood and poked it right in front of Boss Zhu's eyes, "Look, this nanmu is so thick, how can it split!"
How could Boss Zhu not see the quality of the coffin, but it cracked for no reason...
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster;
Boss Zhu frowned and thought for a while, took out three copper coins from his arms and threw them on the ground.
The three brothers of the Zhu family all nodded their heads.
Two opposites, one positive.
It's for evil.
Boss Zhu felt his eyes go dark and said, "Stand up."
Xie Erli didn't go far and stood at the threshold, "Brother."
Boss Zhu: "You are familiar with the Pei family, and I would like to ask Mr. Pei for a favor. No matter how much money it is, please help me first arrange for some monks to come to my house to chant sutras. If I can't find any monks, a Taoist priest can do it."
Xie Erli: "Okay, I'll go right away."
"Second brother, go buy another coffin."
Zhu Laoer was afraid and stepped back, "Brother, let the third brother go, I..."
"Brother, I'll go."
Zhu Laosan turned around and left. He still didn't believe in this evil. How could a good coffin crack?
Boss Zhu glanced at Liu Banxian on the ground, then at the people in Wuyang Wuyang in the yard, gritted his teeth and said: "Old housekeeper."
"uncle?"
"Let each room go back first."
"Yes!"
"Please slow down the announcement of mourning externally."
"uncle."
The old housekeeper looked embarrassed, "Everyone has been sent out, we will call them back later..."
late!
According to the rules, when the master dies, cleanses himself, and changes his clothes, the mourning person will be sent out. At the same time, the family begins to decorate the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was decorated, the master moved the coffin in, and the condolences came to the door. Everything was done one by one.
Boss Zhu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Then tell everyone to shut their mouths tightly and don't say a word out."
"Yes."
The old housekeeper knew the seriousness of the matter.
They say good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and the story of the cracked coffin has to spread. The Zhu family is famous in the capital.
Boss Zhu turned around and helped Liu Banxian up, and asked in a low voice:
"Old Liu, you are well-informed. Look at this..."
"It's not good, it's not good!"
Liu Banxian shook his head like a rattle, turning these few words over and over in his mouth.
Asked him what was wrong, he couldn't tell.
Boss Zhu was so anxious that everyone was going crazy.
(End of this chapter)
Liu Banxian had been a confidant for most of his life and had seen countless dead people and coffins, but he had never seen a coffin split open on its own.
This, this, this...
His face turned from white to green, then from green to black, and finally he glared sharply and shouted at Mr. Zhu:
"Who ordered this coffin? How much money did it cost? Is this what a filial son and a virtuous grandson should do? Are you afraid that the old man will wake up and come to settle accounts with you one by one?"
After being yelled at by him, Mr. Zhu, whose face was whiter than paper, came back to his senses. He turned around, suppressed the fire, and said to Mr. Zhu:
"It's really embarrassing. Why don't you change it quickly?"
The coffin was an errand run by Zhu Yuanzhao, the second master of the Zhu family.
The nanmu coffin cost 2000 taels apiece. He didn't dare to put a tael of silver in the middle. Why did it crack when it was fine?
It must be the shopkeeper of the coffin shop who fooled him by passing it off as a shoddy one!
Damn it, you dare to fool around with this kind of thing?
Zhu Yuanzhao was so angry that his anger went straight to the top of his head. Without saying a word, he took off his mourning clothes and said to the old housekeeper beside him:
"Take a few people and follow me. Make sure I don't destroy the coffin shop."
"Second brother!"
Zhu Yuanhao, the third son of the Zhu family, quickly stopped him.
"I will settle the accounts with them later. The most urgent thing is to buy another coffin so that my father can be buried first, so as not to delay the auspicious moment."
Zhu Lao Er glanced at his old father on the bottom of the coffin, and thought that Lao San was right to persuade him, so he hurriedly took the old housekeeper away.
Boss Zhu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Old Liu, what should we do next?"
Liu Banxian had never seen anything like this before. He didn't know what to do. After thinking for a long time, he choked out three words:
"Just wait."
Can't you wait?
Organizing a funeral is much more complicated than organizing a happy event. There are rules for what to do first and what to do next.
If he breaks the rules, Liu Banxian will be fine, but the Zhu family will be in trouble.
……
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, mixed with lightning and thunder.
Zhu Lao'er and his party opened the nearest coffin shop and directly picked the best coffin without even asking the price.
Zhu Laoer was afraid of something unexpected, so he kept knocking here and there.
The shopkeeper of the coffin shop almost wanted to laugh out loud when he saw how careful he was.
"Second Master, what are you knocking on? You can't break this coffin open even with a hammer, let alone your hands."
Zhu Laoer thought to himself, "You know nothing. I can't wait to crawl into the coffin and lie down on it for my father to see if it's strong or not."
"Okay, send it to Zhu's Mansion quickly."
The shopkeeper immediately called a few waiters, carefully wrapped the coffin in raincloth, loaded it into the carriage, and rushed all the way to Zhu's Mansion.
"Here it comes, here it comes, the coffin is here."
Liu Banxian's face relaxed, and he hurriedly asked people to move Mr. Zhu's body aside first, and ordered two more benches to be added. Then he shouted out the door:
"Bring the coffin in."
Four men laboriously carried a coffin into the room and placed it on a bench.
Liu Banxian touched it and nodded with satisfaction.
What a coffin!
"Lift the lid."
"Take a cloth and wipe the raindrops on it."
"Put the bedding down and put everything in the bedding. Don't miss anything."
While crying, Liu Banxian took out his compass, counted with his five fingers, and calculated another auspicious time.
When the auspicious moment was approaching, he shouted: "Lift the person up and let him go!"
The crying stopped abruptly.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the five strong men without moving.
The strong men lifted Mr. Zhu and carefully placed him in the coffin again.
a breath;
two breaths;
Three breaths;
"Crack-"
"boom--"
"Whoa-"
cracked!
The coffin actually fucking cracked open again!
And this time, it happened under everyone’s noses!
Just at this time, another bolt of lightning struck down, causing everyone's eyes to glow with white light.
"Ah, the corpse exploded!"
I don't know which timid woman yelled like this, but everyone was so scared that they pissed themselves off and rushed out.Liu Banxian was the closest, and when the coffin cracked, he subconsciously glanced at Mr. Zhu.
The old man didn't know when he opened his eyelids, and his protruding eyes stared at him.
Liu Banxian sat down on the ground and almost peed in fear.
Ouch!
Who the hell is he going to do the funeral for, let alone him!
In the mourning hall, besides Liu Banxian, there were three people who did not move.
These three people are none other than the three brothers of the Zhu family.
For generations, the Zhu family's ancestors have worked in Qin Tian Jian, also known as Si Tian Jian. They are good at observing the sky at night and fortune telling.
Boss Zhu said with a straight face: "Second brother?"
"Big brother."
Zhu Laoer couldn't help but feel angry and anxious.
"I'm not a beast. Even if you lend me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to joke about dad's coffin. It's really the best coffin. It costs two thousand, five hundred taels of silver."
He bent down to pick up a piece of wood and poked it right in front of Boss Zhu's eyes, "Look, this nanmu is so thick, how can it split!"
How could Boss Zhu not see the quality of the coffin, but it cracked for no reason...
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster;
Boss Zhu frowned and thought for a while, took out three copper coins from his arms and threw them on the ground.
The three brothers of the Zhu family all nodded their heads.
Two opposites, one positive.
It's for evil.
Boss Zhu felt his eyes go dark and said, "Stand up."
Xie Erli didn't go far and stood at the threshold, "Brother."
Boss Zhu: "You are familiar with the Pei family, and I would like to ask Mr. Pei for a favor. No matter how much money it is, please help me first arrange for some monks to come to my house to chant sutras. If I can't find any monks, a Taoist priest can do it."
Xie Erli: "Okay, I'll go right away."
"Second brother, go buy another coffin."
Zhu Laoer was afraid and stepped back, "Brother, let the third brother go, I..."
"Brother, I'll go."
Zhu Laosan turned around and left. He still didn't believe in this evil. How could a good coffin crack?
Boss Zhu glanced at Liu Banxian on the ground, then at the people in Wuyang Wuyang in the yard, gritted his teeth and said: "Old housekeeper."
"uncle?"
"Let each room go back first."
"Yes!"
"Please slow down the announcement of mourning externally."
"uncle."
The old housekeeper looked embarrassed, "Everyone has been sent out, we will call them back later..."
late!
According to the rules, when the master dies, cleanses himself, and changes his clothes, the mourning person will be sent out. At the same time, the family begins to decorate the mourning hall.
The mourning hall was decorated, the master moved the coffin in, and the condolences came to the door. Everything was done one by one.
Boss Zhu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Then tell everyone to shut their mouths tightly and don't say a word out."
"Yes."
The old housekeeper knew the seriousness of the matter.
They say good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, and the story of the cracked coffin has to spread. The Zhu family is famous in the capital.
Boss Zhu turned around and helped Liu Banxian up, and asked in a low voice:
"Old Liu, you are well-informed. Look at this..."
"It's not good, it's not good!"
Liu Banxian shook his head like a rattle, turning these few words over and over in his mouth.
Asked him what was wrong, he couldn't tell.
Boss Zhu was so anxious that everyone was going crazy.
(End of this chapter)