Manbao was led by Old Zhoutou and Qian, and stood in front. Taoist Master Shouqing held the magic sword with a serious expression on his face, muttering something.

Regardless of whether he could really recall his soul, he was quite dedicated. Man Bao listened carefully and heard him muttering: "...Therefore, Zhou Yin and his wife died in the past, and had no place name to summon the soul and return to their hometown to receive fruit and be born. I sincerely remember this pill... I will return to my hometown thousands of miles to return to my hometown, and I will ascend to my hometown to ascend to my hometown. I will ascend to my hometown to ascend to my hometown. I will ascend to my hometown to ascend to my hometown. I will ascend to my hometown to ascend to the immortals early. Since I have not been saved, the cold soul turns into a blue wave immortal..."

Shouqing turned around gracefully and stabbed his sword forward, as if he was opening a way for the dead souls. He looked at the gate and dragged the sword all the way to the mourning hall.

Old Zhoutou and Qian looked at the Taoist priest with bright eyes, and Manbao also looked at him with round eyes.

Dao Shouqing let out a long sigh, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat gracefully, and said, "The dead soul has returned and can be funeral."

Qian suddenly burst into tears, turned around and threw himself on the coffin, slapped the coffin and cried, "Yin, why are you so cruel? You haven't come to see your sister-in-law for so many years. I've pulled you up with shit and pee, even if you come to the dream once..."

The sweat that Master Shouqing had just dried up appeared again.

Before Manbao could talk to him, he was caught by Xiao Qian and pulled him in front of him with the big head wearing a mourning clothes and holding a tablet. "The time is here, the funeral will be held--"

Feng and He hurriedly stepped forward to help Qian up, and suddenly cried. Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang, who had disappeared for a long time, came in anxiously, stood up with the coffin, and also called their uncle and aunt to cry loudly.

Don't worry about whether you can shed tears, it's right to cry anyway.

But Qian was really crying, even the little Qian couldn't help but wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and choked and said some comforting words.

Old Zhou was holding a cigarette pole and walking in front with red eyes. The sound of suona sounded, and everyone followed the coffin all the way out of the village, crying all the way.

But the people in the village were not very sad, but were happy. Zhou Yin's open burial was moved aside by the big stones that had been crushed in the hearts of many people in the village.

It was the old Zhoutou and Qian. Although their eyes were red, they were mostly happy.

Starting from today, when the New Year is coming, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Double Ninth Festival, they can openly serve Zhou Yin and his wife with incense and a table of sumptuous meals, without having to sneak three incense sticks into their graves, even if they need to weed the graves, they have to find some excuses...

Their cemetery was still near a piece of land, but they moved from the left side of Lao Zhou's parents to the right side. Manbao followed Datou in a daze and sent the coffin to the cemetery.

Watching the man put down the coffin, Xiao Qian walked forward with tears in his eyes, pulled the two children to the pit and said, "Come on, this is the first time you and your aunts and nephews are scattered together."

Man Bao ignorantly picked up a handful of soil and threw it on the coffin. Everyone shouted, and Zhou Dalang and others buried the soil in person.

The Zhang family looked behind and curled their lips, which was too particular.

After the coffin was buried, the people from the Zhou family had to sacrifice to the grave again. Master Shouqing and his men walked around the grave for another thirty-six circles. Only after reciting the scriptures were enough was the completion.

This time, Man Bao stood in front with Datou again, knelt down and kowtowed to the dead soul. However, this time, Zhou Dalang's seven brothers and sisters and a bunch of sons and daughters also knelt down, except for Old Zhou Tou and Qian.

After the children kowtowed, Qian squatted on the ground. Maybe she had cried for too long, and she couldn't stop and sat on the ground. She was too lazy to move anymore. While burning paper money, she muttered in her heart: Don't worry, my sister-in-law will help you raise Manbao. She is like you, a very smart and smart child. You must also bless her health and safety...

After the funeral ceremony, everyone went home. Old Zhoutou's family was at the end. Manbao supported his mother with concern. Qian smiled at her. Although his eyes were red and swollen, his expression was very relaxed, "Mom is fine."

This comforted Manbao, and she was also happy and smiled. When she walked back, Manbao looked at the grave next to her grandparents curiously, and said with a "huh": "Mom, look, someone has come to weed this grave, but it's so strange, why didn't it burn incense?"

The people from the Zhou family were sweating all over. Before they could make an excuse, Manbao turned around and ran back, pulled three incense sticks from Zhou Yin's grave, and ran back and inserted it in front of the grave that was also new.

Like in previous years, she said according to her parents' advice: "Either uncle or aunt in the tomb can come and have dinner with my uncle and aunt. There are so many ghosts and it's lively."

After thinking about it, I felt that this matter could not be missed. Because in the past, they invited the strange grave owner next to him to eat when they visited the graves for their grandparents. There is no reason now that they have invited the strange grave owner, so don’t invite their grandparents?

So she ran back and pulled three incense sticks of incense from her uncle and aunt's grave to her grandparents, and asked them to come and have a drink with her uncle and aunt.

The Zhou family just watched it, and after she finished her tossing, she took her hand and went home.

Forget it, it’s all a family anyway, just eat together. I think Zhou Yin and his wife won’t mind it.

As soon as I arrived at the door of my house, I saw people in the village helping to clean up the dishes, tables, chairs and benches.

The dishes and chopsticks need to be washed out, and they will be divided into separate dishes and returned to each house. The tables, chairs and benches must be cleaned. Of course, the Zhou family cannot complete these tasks by themselves. They are usually done by neighbors and fellow villagers.

Other guests from other families did not attend the funeral together, after all, they were not related by blood, so they left early.

What is left now is the people from the Zhang family.

At this time, they were searching for something in the dishes. A woman in the village shouted bluntly: "Don't turn it over, there will be leftovers in this year. Don't smash the dishes and compensate."

The Zhang family curled their lips and withdrew their hands.

As soon as he saw the people from the Zhou family coming back, the people from the Zhang family immediately rushed up fiercely.

Including the elderly and children, about 40 people stood opposite the old Zhou family. Seven or eight half-year-old children were pushed in front. A woman shouted directly: "Zhou Jin, what's wrong with your children? We are here to eat noodles. As a result, your two sons and grandchildren beat our children to what kind of things?"

Old Zhou glanced at the children who had their noses, faces and even had their clothes torn apart. He didn't ask why his sons were fighting, but frowned and waved: "Okay, okay, I'll talk about it later. We just came back from the cemetery. Do you decide to block our way here?"
Chapter completed!