Chapter 322: Carrying the Coffin and Playing Joy

after that.

Zhu Dachang became the priest of the Shoutao Temple.

Staying in the dark underground, with paper men as his companions all day long, all he sees are coffins and twisted monsters. Unconsciously, his body and consciousness gradually begin to develop in a perverted direction...

Wu Xian pointed at the hourglass-like monster in the middle of the pond and asked:
"So, what about that thing?"

Zhu Dachang puffed out his chest and said, "That is the longevity peach stove. I am responsible for guarding it. It is a great item of fortune for re-creating reincarnation!"

Wei Qinglan frowned: "This thing, great merit?"

"There are no funerals in this world. People cannot enter reincarnation after death. If they stay in the human world for too long, they will become evil ghosts who kill people without blinking an eye. So the three immortals forged the longevity peach furnace to refine the walking corpses that were about to turn into evil ghosts into longevity peaches, allowing reincarnation to continue. How can this not be a great merit?"

When it comes to this.

Zhu Dachang's eyes were shining, and it was obvious that he believed this from the bottom of his heart.

But this.

No one would believe it unless they are a fool.

Although Zhu Dachang was a temple priest, even if he did not lie, he only knew a small part of the truth.

Then Wu Xian asked again: "Do you know where there is a mourning hall?"

Zhu Dachang asked in confusion: "What is a mourning hall?"

This world has been alienated for a long time, so long that people of Zhu Dachang's age no longer know what a mourning hall is.

Wu Xian explained helplessly: "It's where the funeral was held."

"Funeral... Oh, let me think about it." Zhu Dachang suddenly realized, "Every day at noon I send away a batch of birthday peaches. Those birthday peaches will eventually be sent to the Three Immortals Hall. The Three Immortals will enjoy the birthday peaches at midnight every day. I heard that some dignitaries in the Undead City will also hold funerals there after their death."

Su Xuan was stunned: "Didn't they say that funerals are prohibited?"

"Can that be the same?"

Zhu Dachang waved his hand.

"You came down from above, so you should know that few big shots are driven to Wuzang Village. Don't those big shots grow old?"

"They are also human beings. They will get sick, grow old, and die. But they have the protection of the Three Immortals and can be buried. They don't have to be exposed in the wilderness like those peasants. The funeral will be held in the Three Immortals Hall."

Everyone was silent for a moment.

This information is indeed consistent with what was heard and seen in Wuzang Village. It is obvious why Mrs. He is so persistent in returning to the He family, because she knows that she can only truly rest in peace in the He family.

Zhu Dachang saw the expressions of the crowd and suddenly had an idea. He raised his head excitedly and asked, "You are going to the auditorium, right? Then you can't kill me. The team that comes to pick up the birthday peaches at noon will only send the coffin back when they see me. If you kill me, you won't be able to reach the auditorium!"

Unfortunately.

Zhu Dachang is right, this guy can't die for the time being.

Now I have asked almost all the questions that need to be asked, and there is only one last question left.

Wei Hengbo grabbed Zhu Dachang by the collar and lifted him up: "Why did you attack my sister this morning?"

Zhu Dachang, who found that he could not die, looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water: "I am the temple priest of the Shoutao Temple. What other reason do I need to attack someone who trespassed into the holy land?"

"Do I need a reason to beat you up?"

Bang!
Wu Xian punched Zhu Dachang in the eye socket, then sat on him and started beating him up, which shocked Wei Hengbo. Now that he was talking about his sister, why was Wu Xian even more excited than him?
After being beaten, Zhu Dachang couldn't hold it anymore.

He secretly glanced at the three ladies in the team and said with tears in his eyes: "Women... I just want a woman. I've been here for ten years!"

"Ten years. Do you know how I spent the past ten years?"

"I can only hug those paper figures every night. Finally a woman came. Is there anything wrong with me wanting to keep her?"

Wow!
Wei Hengbo suddenly became furious.

Everyone rushed over to hold him down, otherwise this sister-con guy would tear Zhu Dachang to pieces alive.

……

Next, Wu Xian returned the finishing touch pen to Zhu Dachang.

Zhu Dachang controlled the remaining paper figures and lifted up all the coffins and jars that Wu Xian and others had placed in the well, which saved Wu Xian and others some effort.

According to Zhu Dachang.

Paper figures are divided into three levels according to their production quality.

The first level is a simple paper figure, which has no frame. It is extremely light and fragile and will be damaged by the slightest bump.

More advanced paper figures have a bamboo frame inside, and the paper is pasted on little by little with rice paste, which not only makes them more beautiful but also stronger.

The best paper figures not only have a skeleton, but are also filled with straw. Their weight alone is much greater than that of low-quality paper figures. Only this kind of paper figure can complete such heavy tasks as carrying a coffin.

Everyone took his words to heart.

In this way, when they choose paper figures to be buried with them, they will try to choose more advanced ones, as such paper figures may be able to bring them additional ability bonuses.

After the coffin was placed.

Wu Xian snatched away Zhu Dachang's finishing touch pen.

"Then we will lie in the coffin and wait for someone to carry us away. If you make the slightest movement during this process..."

Jian Lingyu snapped his fingers: "Just one whistle and you'll die!"

Zhu Dachang nodded his head like crazy, begging for assurances, and only then did everyone let him go. They all got into the coffin and lay down, waiting for noon to approach...

……

In a circular open space.

There were eight coffins and an urn.

Zhu Dachang put on his gorgeous robe again, dressed himself up like a decent man, and waited for the arrival of the coffin-receiving team with a solemn face.

soon.

The sound of gongs and drums came from underground.

Because the space here is enclosed, the sound is much louder than on the ground.

A group of people dressed in red and green, looking very festive, came to the center of the open space carrying a wooden frame. The man holding a suona in the lead greeted Zhu Dachang enthusiastically.

"Zhu Miaozhu, there are a lot of fruits today. The immortals will be happy."

"Today's dishes are good. There are three dishes that you like..."

Zhu Dachang waved his hands impatiently: "Put down the dishes and take away yesterday's lunch box. Bring me a woman someday..."

The suona player looked embarrassed: "As you know, this is a confidential place and no strangers are allowed in."

"Just don't let her go out again... Forget it, get out of here!"

Zhu Dachang waved his hand and turned away. His attitude was because he didn't want the other party to see the wounds on his face, but in the eyes of the other party, this was a sign of arrogance and contempt for him.

The suona player spat.

"This idiot will die in his crotch sooner or later."

He turned around and saw that all the coffins were loaded.

So he yelled.

"Open the coffin!"

Wu Xian and others in the coffin suddenly felt that the coffin was lifted up, and the sounds of gongs and drums were heard around them.

At that time, funeral music was being played on Sanxian Bridge.

At this time, when the coffin was carried again, the music played was the joyous music of a wedding.

But no matter how the people in the coffin listened, they could only hear a weird taste in this joy...

(End of this chapter)