Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

Tang Shan raised her hand without any concealment and hit the pig's head with a critical hit.

He has no control over his mouth. How can he make fun of a dead person?

Besides, I'm not a tomb raider, so how could I have the courage to do this?

It was the first time she saw this so directly, and she was so shocked.

The person who can use the golden coffin at this time must be a wealthy or noble official.

I never thought that I would be able to witness the funeral ceremony of ancient dignitaries. I guess the ones in the books count.

Although she was shocked, she felt a chill all over her body and her heart was uneasy. She always felt that this golden coffin exuded a strange aura.

Wukong quickly led the horse, and the master and his disciples moved ten meters away.

The depressing atmosphere did not end until the funeral procession had passed by and disappeared at the end of the path.

Tang Shan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. How could such a thing happen just after mentioning zombies? It was so creepy.

She shuddered unexpectedly.

System: Give me 100,000 gold and I will get you some glutinous rice, black dog blood, black donkey hooves and the like.

Tang Shan: Putting aside the fact that you are stealing my gold, didn’t you say that the main system prohibits you from delivering food to me?

System: Yes.

Tang Shan: Glutinous rice... I can use it to make glutinous rice porridge, rice dumplings, glutinous rice balls, and pastries...

System: Then can’t you just use it to fight zombies?

Tang Shan: There are no zombies, just a few mouths hungry for food.

Haha, the system sneered, I understand.

Tang Shan???

What do you understand?

I don't understand what you understand, dear?

The system was completely silent.

Tang Shan was puzzled and was about to continue heading towards Moyun Cave, but a loud "bang" was heard not far away.

Wukong: "That sound sounds like something heavy hitting the ground."

Bajie looked in the direction of the sound and said, "I guess that's where they're being buried."

Sha Monk: "No wonder a golden coffin is needed. This crude wooden one would fall apart."

Tang Shan gasped. Who would dare to slam the coffin so loudly during a burial?

She looked up at the sun which was gradually reaching noon. It was still early, so she decided to go and take a look.

This kind of taboo ritual makes people feel uneasy and expectant.

As soon as she proposed it, her disciples agreed.

After all, we were just talking about zombies and were interrupted. Maybe it came from this thing.

Bajie and Sha Seng left the luggage where it was and asked Xiaobai to stay behind to look after it.

"Be good, Xiaobai. Senior Brother will record the whole process for you later."

Bajie touched the white dragon horse's head and said comforting words, but in fact he was showing off that he could join in the fun.

Xiaobai hummed softly and avoided the hand he wanted to touch, not letting you touch it.

Tang Shan and her three disciples tiptoed to the bushes near the burial site.

The golden coffin that was originally carried horizontally was now placed upright, and next to it was a pit that had just been blasted with explosives.

Seven or eight strong men jumped into the pit, picked up shovels and began to deepen and widen the acupuncture point downwards and in all directions.

The eldest son, holding the spirit tablet, was discussing something with a man in yellow clothes.

The family members who were crying with their heads down on the road at first now took off their white hats and stood in the shade, talking and laughing.

Sha Monk muttered quietly: "Someone died in the family, and they seem quite happy."

Strange, wasn't she crying just now?

Bajie thought that since he had been a son-in-law in Gao Village for several years, he knew much more about the affairs of ordinary people than Sha Seng.

He commented: "It must be because the dead man was very annoying. Once he died, everyone was liberated."

He added: "It's also possible that the family has a lot of wealth. After the old man dies, the remaining family property can be divided. That would definitely make them happy."

Bajie spoke very logically, and Sha Seng nodded continuously like a good student.

Wukong: "Old Sha, don't listen to his nonsense. Maybe the old man is having a happy funeral."

After all, the eldest son looks quite old.

At this time, Tang Shan tightly grasped the lightning-struck wood that she had just polished. She always felt uneasy in her heart.

After a while of fiddling, the acupuncture point was finally dug.

They built a wooden frame and used the lever principle to lift up the golden coffin.

"One...two...three...release!"

"Bang!" The golden coffin fell into the hole.

The other workers began to bury the soil, and the eldest son lit incense and started to mutter to himself beside them.

Seeing that no one noticed them, Tang Shan and the others moved closer stealthily.

"Dad, you must bless your son to be elected as the mayor, so that your grandchildren can have a smooth future and have no worries about food and clothing..."

He muttered for a long time before turning to the young men and women in their early twenties and saying, "Come over here quickly and kowtow to your grandfather."

Several young men and women were originally laughing and joking, but when they heard the shouting, they immediately put on reluctant expressions.

They imitated their elders, knelt down and kowtowed three times perfunctorily.

Then he patted the dirt off his knees in disgust and went back to the tree to continue chatting and laughing.

It seemed that the person being buried today was just an insignificant stranger, who was just there to make up the numbers.

Sha Seng said indignantly: "These little guys are going too far."

Bajie didn't take it seriously, "Just be open-minded. If the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked. Look at those ladies, they're still discussing which rouge and powder are on sale today."

"Shh~" Tang Shan raised her index finger to ask them to be quiet.

The middle-aged man in yellow clothes lowered his head and said to the eldest son, "We have to come and perform a ritual on the seventh day, otherwise the person inside might come back to life."

What?!

Master Tang Shan and his apprentice were stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Bajie's lips trembled, "Is this the zombie that Master was talking about?"

He swallowed nervously. He had seen many goblins, but this was the first time he had heard of a zombie.

I don’t know which one is more powerful, zombies or goblins.

Tang Shan nodded mechanically, agreeing with Bajie's words.

Help! Did I enter the wrong book? Why is the plot so broken?

Did I accidentally open the hidden copy again?

She suddenly remembered that the system had just sneered and then disappeared without a word.

It turns out he was holding back on something big!

For a mere 100,000 taels of gold, you really would do anything you could, Tongzi.

The system didn't respond, which should be considered as a default...

The eldest son smiled knowingly and said, "I'll have to trouble you a lot when the time comes."

He stuffed something wrapped in thick red paper into the master's hand.

It goes without saying that it's either silver notes or gold bricks.

Bajie tugged at Tang Shan's sleeve and said, "Master, why don't we go back?"

People are always afraid of unknown creatures, not to mention that Bajie is notoriously afraid of death.

Wukong remained silent and no one knew what he was thinking.

Tang Shan's eyes were fixed on the eldest son's face.

She just clearly saw a strange arc appear on the corner of the man's mouth.

Judging from his facial features alone, this fifty-year-old eldest son is definitely not a good person.

A gust of wind blew by, and a few more words reached the ears of the master and disciple.

"Once we return to Qingshui Town, I will host a banquet to entertain you..."

"Dad, you are the richest man in town now. If you really become the mayor this time, our family will..."