On the other hand, Xu Xiangqian was leading the coffin up the mountain, but he encountered an unexpected situation.
Rushing Horse Mountain was a tombstone that wasn't very high.
There was only one road up the mountain. It wasn't narrow, but it definitely couldn't accommodate two coffins side by side.
When Xu Xiangqian put the coffin up the mountain, he met a family that was coming down the mountain after the funeral.
This time, however, the scale was much larger.
There were people holding white banners, holding mourning lanterns, holding incense pavilions, playing suona and music … The coffin was already in the ground, so he didn't see it.
The coffin bearers mixed with the funeral relatives and friends. There were forty to fifty people in the group, so they should be a well-off family.
Xu Xiangqian held two paper dolls in each hand in the middle of the road. In contrast, he looked especially lonely.
"Ferocious Road Opening Ghost, carrying a golden axe. Suddenly, the Dangerous Path God, carrying a silver dagger-axe. "
He shouted, "Make way, make way!"
This wasn't rude, but meant to open the way for the funeral.
Ghosts were gods, and dangers were also manifested. The Road Opening Ghost and the Dangerous Path God were actually the Road Opening God and the Manifested Path God. They walked at the front of the funeral procession and were responsible for guiding and driving away ghosts.
These two gods were indeed honorable. They were confirmed and worshipped in the rituals recognized by the human race in the present world. They were relatively orthodox existences in the Divine Path. Orthodoxy didn't represent strength, and evil gods weren't necessarily weak.
Based on their priesthood alone, they couldn't be stronger than the White Bone God.
Of course, here, opening the way for the funeral was just using the names of these two gods. They couldn't really control the gods.
Logically speaking, since the opening words had been said, the other side should make way. After all, this side was going up the mountain, and the other side was going down the mountain. One side was still carrying the coffin, while the other side was already in the ground.
This was the reason, but not everyone paid attention to it.
There was an oily young master on the opposite side. He was probably used to living like a prince and couldn't bear hardships. He leaned on a carriage alone.
It was easy to make way for people, but it was inconvenient to sit in a carriage unless he came down.
Perhaps he was arrogant, or perhaps he was relying on the number of people.
He looked at Xu Xiangqian from afar and said, "Stop talking nonsense, quickly move aside!"
"You're being unreasonable!" One of the young people carrying the coffin couldn't help but say, "Generally speaking, if there's an intersection, the one going down the mountain, the one going up the mountain, the one already in the ground, and the one about to be in the ground. Are we supposed to stop the coffin and let you do it? "
Along the way, Xu Xiangqian had secretly used his strength. Otherwise, the two juniors wouldn't have been able to carry the coffin so easily.
At this moment, he was full of righteousness and vigor.
"Hey! You're still so energetic! "The oily young master slapped the armrest." Send out a few who can fight! "
A few brawny men from the crowd squeezed to the front.
He shouted, "I won't let you! Serve me with a stick!"
On the other side of the mountain, the two young men carrying the coffin immediately fell silent. They carried the coffin and prepared to move it to the side.
Xu Xiangqian raised the paper figurine and stopped it. "Don't move!"
He looked at him with contempt. "Who are you? Which family are you from? Why are you so unreasonable? "
"Ha, there's really someone who isn't afraid of death. You're trying to put up a front with me?" The oily young master became spirited and treated this as entertainment. He sneered and said, "Tell him who I am!"
A lackey at the side immediately said, "Our young master is a high-ranking official in the general's office, a guest of honor in the patrol inspector's office! The Third Ruffian on the street, the Mountain Tiger in the underworld, and the Seventh Master Huang in business, they are all my Young Master's little brothers. Go and ask around in the underworld! How many heroes of this age are there in Linzi? "
Good heavens, it sounded really frightening.
Xu Xiangqian was shocked. "So it's a local ruffian, hooligan, stinking scoundrel!"
Without waiting for the other person to react, he sneered as well. "You guys also tell him who I am!"
The oily young master forcefully suppressed his temper. He also wanted to know who this person was.
The two young men carrying the coffin looked at each other … and didn't make a sound.
They really didn't know who Xu Xiangqian was.
At this time, the ears of the young man in front of the coffin twitched. It was Xu Xiangqian secretly transmitting his voice to him.
Xu Xiangqian transmitted his voice while looking back at him. "Don't worry about scaring them. Just say it directly!"
Facing Xu Xiangqian's encouraging gaze, the young man braced himself and said, "Li Longchuan of the City Crushing Marquis' estate is my Young Master's good brother. Chung Geng Sheng of the Marquis' estate begged to be his friend. Prime Minister Yan's grandson always paid the bill for him. Among the four great academies in the world, he comes from a proper background. In the whole of Linzi, among his peers, there is no one he needs to bow to … "
Every time Xu Xiangqian sent a voice transmission, he would repeat it.
However, the more he said, the guiltier he felt and the less he was confident … This boast was too big. There was no truth to it at all.
The oily young master was interested in arguing at first, but after hearing the last sentence, he only sneered.
Only one thing. Did such a person need to be buried and cleared the way? Why would such a person bury his family and friends in Mount Rushing Horse?
Mount Rushing Horse was considered a good graveyard, but it depended on where it was compared to!
"Motherf * ckers, beat them to death!" The oily young master pointed ahead angrily. "So good at boasting. Make them kneel here and repeat this a thousand times!"
A few burly men rushed forward.
Jiang Wang just happened to rush over and saw this scene.
"Stop!" Xu Xiang Qian suddenly shouted, causing the other side to be stunned.
He turned around and saw Jiang Wang coming over. "Come over quickly. I can't free my hands!"
Then he turned around and shouted, "Today, we, the Two Prides of Mount Rushing Horse, are here. Let's see who dares to move!"
Jiang Wang's forehead was full of sweat.
They really announced themselves as the Two Prides of Mount Rushing Horse. What kind of boring interest … or taste was this?
When the paper dolls landed, they were considered to have reached their positions. Of course, Xu Fang's position was not there yet, so Xu Xiangqian really could not free his hands. However, facing these people, he did not need to use his hands at all. He was purely lazy, which was also one of his many "boring" reasons.
However, no matter what, Jiang Wang could not let Xu Fang's corpse rest here.
Therefore, he took a step forward and was about to give a small punishment.
However, the oily young master on the other side shouted first, "Wait!"
His voice was already trembling at this time.
He scrambled down from the carriage and bowed deeply to Jiang Wang … the 'porter' behind him. "Eunuch Zheng …"
The 'porter' stepped forward and kicked him over. "Do you think you have the right to greet me?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The oily young master quickly got up from the ground and nodded his head and bowed. "I was rude, I was rude!"
He was fortunate enough to meet this person before. He knew that Scoundrel Three, Tiger of the Mountain, and Old Seventh Huang were not even qualified to sit in front of this person.
As for the "porter" himself, he was extremely angry in his heart because he knew that he could no longer hide his identity. He coldly glanced at the group of people behind him. "Mount Rushing Horse is a place to carry the dead. You're sitting there like a proper person. Are you anxious to be carried away?"
The oily young master knelt down again and kowtowed. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
The "porter" kicked him away again and scolded, "Get lost!"
The oily young master did not dare to make a sound. He walked around Xu Fang's coffin dejectedly, then lay on the ground and really "rolled" down the mountain.
The group of people with him did not dare to make a sound. White banners, mourning lanterns, and incense pavilions were all put away. They all walked down the mountain from the side with their tails between their legs.
The "porter" turned around and happened to see Jiang Wang smiling.
That smile was extremely hateful.
"I've changed my mind. You can leave now."
Jiang Wang said, "I won't ask for your name. However, you should know that from now on, your identity is no longer a secret to me and Chung Geng Sheng. "
The "porter" looked at him for a moment, then finally turned and left without a word.
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