Chapter 60 Master Sun
On the road a hundred meters away from the Sun family, the Sun family set up a table specifically for receiving diverted guests.

An old man with patched clothes was walking in front of them with a hunched back, holding a child of seven or eight years old tightly in his hand. The child's clothes had fewer patches, but they were still sewn with several pieces, but they were clean.

The old man walked to the table with his grandson and said, "I am from Niutou Village. Master Sun built a bridge for our village. I am here to see him off."

When the steward heard this, he let him in and showed him the way, "Cry at the gate, and then go to the back of the village to eat."

The old man agreed, felt around his body, took out two cents and gave it to the steward as a gift, then led his grandson in.

Tao Ji had a post, so he gave the post from the Sun family to the steward, who immediately called someone over and said respectfully, "Master, you can go directly to the mourning hall. There are other monks and Taoist priests waiting on the east side of the mourning hall. Once you go there, someone will make arrangements for you."

Tao Ji agreed and handed the mule and cart to the steward to arrange. They picked up their bags and went to Sun's house.

The gate of the Sun family was covered in mourning and the crying inside had stopped for a while. When they arrived at the gate, the grandparents had just arrived.

The old man pulled his grandson to kneel down, kowtowed three times towards the door, and burst into tears. His cry was distant and mournful, with a strange charm, as if he was singing and reciting the good things Grandpa Sun had done, as well as his longing and grief for Grandpa Sun's death...

Seeing that Pan Yun was listening attentively, Wang Feiyin carried her inside and said, "Let's go and meet our fellow Taoists first."

The Sun family not only hired a Taoist priest, but also monks and nuns.

Now the Buddhist and Taoist temples were in one house. When Wang Feiyin and his companions arrived, a young man in mourning clothes came over accompanied by the steward and said, "Our master has passed away. The family is in grief. I hope you can forgive me if we have not entertained you well enough."

People from both the Buddhist and Taoist sects immediately stood up and returned the greetings, indicating that the Bodhisattvas (the Three Pure Ones) would not blame them.

The Sun family planned to use both Buddhism and Taoism. The Taoists would open a temple on the left, and the monks would perform rituals for the dead on the right.

In short, there is only one purpose, which is to let Mr. Sun go safely, to clear the way to the underworld for him, so that he can have enough food and clothing in the underworld, have fewer concerns about the world of the living, and just know that his descendants are filial.

This doesn't sound very filial.

In particular, the Sun family requested that the body be kept for seven days and the rituals be performed for a full seven days. During these seven days, the Buddhists and Taoists would send one person every day to keep vigil with the filial sons and grandchildren of the Sun family.

Because of this, the money for the ritual is calculated per person and doubled!
Even people like Pan Yun who came to help out were paid, so all the Taoist priests and Bodhisattvas agreed.

Wang Feiyin also wanted Pan Yun and the others to learn more. He planned it very well. "After you finish this funeral, you will know how to perform funeral rituals and how filial sons and grandsons should keep vigil and show filial piety. You can use them when you go down the mountain in the future. These are all skills that will help you make a living."

Pan Yun: "Do we also have to learn the rules of filial sons and grandsons who keep vigil and show filial piety?"

"Of course," Wang Feiyin said, "You all need to learn how to place the coffin, how filial sons and grandsons cry, how to burn incense, how to seal the coffin when the time comes, and how to be filial.

There are always some people who don’t understand these rules, and there are no elders at home to teach them, so you can all make money from this.”

"In addition, geomancy, calculating the time to go out, etc. can all be used as a means of making a living," Wang Feiyin said as he opened the bundle, "Remember, we Taoists are different from ordinary children. We have no family or clan, and we can only rely on ourselves. Don't think that Taoists are so different. We just have a little more than ordinary people, but we also lack a lot."

Pan Yun didn't understand it deeply at this time, but Miao Zhen Miao He understood it immediately and began to think about it.

Wang Feiyin patted their heads and said, "Go get some water. We need to wash our hands and prepare to set up the ritual platform."

Pan Yun and his companions came to help, so they immediately went out to find the servants, asked where to get water, and went to get water.

Tao Yanbai was experienced. When he saw a little Taoist boy coming out of the next room, he immediately ran, "Hurry—"

Pan Yun and the others reacted quickly and rushed forward.

When the little Taoist boy and the little monks and nuns who had come out saw it, they immediately ran forward.

Pan Yun and his friends ran the fastest and rushed to the front. They quickly grabbed four wooden barrels and then rushed to the place where the water was being boiled to scoop water.

The maid who was boiling water found out clearly that it was the Taoist priests who needed water for their rituals. Although she was not very happy, she still let them fetch water.

Pan Yun and his friends filled four buckets with hot water. The little Taoist boy, monks and nuns who had caught up with them only found three wooden buckets left, which were not enough to share. They turned around and glared at Pan Yun and his friends.

Pan Jun looked straight ahead, holding his own wooden barrel in his left hand and grabbing one side of Miaohe's barrel with his right hand. He winked at Tao Yanbai and said, "What are you still standing there for? Senior Brother and the others are waiting for hot water."

Tao Yanbai came to his senses and immediately stepped forward to help Miaozhen carry half of the wooden barrel. The four of them worked in pairs to carry the four barrels of hot water back.

Wang Feiyin was very satisfied with the victory in the first battle. After bathing and washing his hands, he personally taught them how to use various magic tools, how to set up the altar for rituals, and how to calculate time...

In fact, everyone just watches them work, and when they finish, a manager will come and take them out for dinner.

It was already dark, and only vague silhouettes could be seen. The grandparents and grandchildren who had been kneeling and crying outside the gate were no longer there, as they had gone to eat. When Pan Yun came out after finishing her meal, she saw the grandparents and grandchildren kneeling outside the gate and kowtowing to the mourning hall inside.

Pan Jun couldn't help but stop and asked Wang Feiyin, "Big Brother, is Master Sun a good person?"

Wang Feiyin also saw the grandfather and grandson and said, "What kind of person is considered a good person and what kind of person is considered a bad person? I don't know Mr. Sun's life, but for this grandfather and grandson, he should be considered a good person."

Pan Yun was in deep thought.

A steward also noticed the grandparents and grandchildren, and soon a steward came out to lead them to the mourning shed outside to stay. "Our third young master heard that you came all the way from Niutou Village to mourn, and he was very moved. You will stay in the mourning shed tonight and leave after lunch tomorrow."

Pan Yun watched them walk away. Wang Feiyin turned around when he saw them leave. "Let's go. I'll be with the filial sons and grandsons of the Sun family tonight to observe mourning. Will you come too?"

Pan Yun agreed and followed immediately.

She was quite curious about the newly deceased Mr. Sun. If he was so wealthy even after his death, he must have been even wealthier when he was alive, right?
I really envy some people who are born rich and die rich, and have never suffered any hardship in their lives.

As soon as Pan Yun stepped into the mourning hall, she heard a series of angry curses, "Rebellious son, unfilial fool, you are not allowed to cry for me, you are not allowed to--"

When Pan Jun looked up, he saw a ghost standing on the coffin board, spitting and cursing at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the mat.

The middle-aged man was unaware of anything. He was wiping his tears and burning paper money in the brazier. When guests came to pay their respects, he would howl from time to time and wipe his eyes.

The guests who came in to burn incense all sighed and tried to comfort him.

Wang Feiyin saw Pan Jun was stunned when she entered the room, so he pulled her, quickly glanced at the top of the coffin, and pulled her to the corner as if nothing had happened. He took a futon for her and sat cross-legged on it himself. "Don't look at it. We just need to guard the mourning hall tonight."

Upon hearing this, Pan Jun glanced at the eldest senior brother and sat down cross-legged. That’s right, Xuanmiao could see King Zhou, so it’s not surprising that the eldest senior brother could see Master Sun.

Pan Yun sat on the futon, listening with his left ear to the guests praising the Sun family for their filial piety. "Your father knows that you are filial. This funeral is so well done. Your father can rest in peace now."

With my right ear, I heard Master Sun on the coffin say “Pah” and then curse, “You are blind, how can you tell that they are filial?
This funeral was all my money. You used my money to hold my funeral. You are so filial to me! I hope your descendants will be so filial in the future. After you make me angry to death, I will use your money to hire monks and Taoist priests to suppress you..."

Pan Jun's eyebrows twitched, and Wang Feiyin also frowned.

The two brothers and sisters looked at each other and began to look at the mourning hall carefully.

After a careful search, I actually saw the spirit-suppressing talismans mixed in among the many talismans for sending spirits and praying for blessings.

Wang Feiyin felt unhappy and sat up straight.

Taking money from others and helping them to eliminate disasters is the right thing to do. Similarly, helping others to eliminate disasters without taking money is not a long-term solution.

They get the money for performing rituals to send the dead to the afterlife, but the Sun family does things to calm the spirits. The price is different, and the cause and effect are also different.

They only get one share of the money but are asked to bear a hundred shares of the causal responsibility. This is not acceptable for a business that is losing money.

Wang Feiyin took out a handful of fried beans from his sleeve, quietly picked up one with his right hand, and ejected it with a whoosh, hitting the rune of a soul-suppressing talisman. The rune was pierced and interrupted, and the talisman instantly lost its effect.

Seeing this, Pan Yun, who had just picked up a copper coin and was secretly planning to do something, immediately put his money away, looked around quickly, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to them, he immediately grabbed a handful of soybeans from Wang Feiyin's palm.

Wang Feiyin turned his head to look at her and said speechlessly: You caught too many.

Pan Yunze looked at his sleeves, and found that there was nothing in his sleeves?

The two talked silently for a while, then turned their heads back and each pinched a soybean. In the dark night, their two pairs of eyes swept over the talismans pasted around the room like searchlights, and they flicked one off when they found one. After a while, a quarter of the talismans that could be seen in the room were broken.

However, no one noticed it because each talisman had a hole the size of a soybean in the middle.

Master Sun on the coffin was tired of cursing, so he stopped. He jumped off the coffin, cursing, "I don't believe that I can't get out. I... Eh?"

Mr. Sun stepped over the threshold. He looked down at his feet in surprise, then turned back to look at the mourning hall.

After thinking for a while, he kicked out again, and found that he was not bounced back like before. He couldn't help but laugh happily, "You are such a jerk, you still want to intimidate me? After all, your father is your father."

He threw back his sleeves, put his hands behind his back and walked out in eight-way steps.

　The lucky number for this chapter is the number ending in 9, as shown in the screenshot
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