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"My dad left us a letter before he left, telling us that we would be waiting for you."

"He said you will definitely come, but I don't know whether it will be sooner or later."

"Originally, we thought that you would come tomorrow no matter how soon, but after picking up my dad today, I had a hunch that you should be arriving soon, so I went to the entrance of the village and waited."

"I didn't expect that I would wait until this time...Actually, I don't even know what you look like. Anyway, I just ask strangers when I see them..."

Xu Feng's tone was brisk. He didn't seem to be very sad when his father left.

In fact, this is normal - funerals in rural China have always been like this.

Filial sons and grandsons will cry a few times in front of the coffin, but after leaving the mourning hall, most of them can talk and laugh.

“It’s not because they don’t feel miserable, it’s because they still have to support this family.

The more serious the matter of life and death, the less likely you are to fail and the less likely you are to show your cowardice.

Therefore, Lin Shu didn’t think there was anything abnormal about Xu Feng’s performance.

He just followed Xu Feng towards the village and said in agreement:

“Maybe it’s Master Xu’s spirit in heaven who is blessing me.”

"Hey, it's not that mysterious."

Xu Feng waved his hands nonchalantly and said:

"You may not believe it, but my dad doesn't believe in reincarnation or the underworld."

"He always told us before that when a person dies, he is dead. When his consciousness dissipates, he ceases to exist in this world."

"So, if he dies one day, there is no need to make any special arrangements. Especially when the master passes away, you must not go through the set of procedures, which will waste people and money."

"But..."

Xu Feng slowed down slightly, turned to Lin Shu and said:

"But you also know that funerals are often held for living people."

"Anyway, he didn't have any strong objections when he was alive, and he didn't even mention it in the letter after he died, so we'll let him do it according to the standard of master's ascension to heaven."

"Well, there are seven masters here today, all here to deliver the coffin to him."

"Coffin pressure?"

Lin Shu asked in confusion:

"What does it mean?"

Xu Feng led Lin Shu into an alley, bypassed the crowded crowd, and replied casually:

"I just want to sit on the coffin and send him out - the funeral."

"Generally speaking, it means that someone has inherited the mantle and will not let him die with his eyes open and become an evil spirit."

“That’s it anyway, I don’t believe this, I’m just going through the process.”

Xu Feng's tone revealed a bit of indifference - indifferent, but not disdain.

Although he respects his father, he really doesn't seem to believe in the "master" thing at all, which is completely contrary to Lin Shu's expectation.

Before coming here, he thought that Xu Changshun and his family were loyal followers of the Meishan Sect.

Now it seems that at least Xu Feng is not at all.

Xu Changshun is getting more and more complicated...

Walking through the alley, the two came to a courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles. The door was open, and many people who came to Shangzhi were blocked at the door. Lin Shu and Xu Feng entered directly from the side door, crossed the second door, and entered the main room.

There, a dark coffin rested quietly on the funeral bed.

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