Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 511

Everyone looked at Lin Hun and came forward to greet him.

"Master Lin is back."

"Master Lin is young and handsome."

"..."

Lin Hun nodded to everyone.

Everyone made way for him.

He came to Uncle Zhao's window.

"Master Lin, Old Zhao is waiting for you and won't die."

Old Jiao shed tears.

"Master Lin, it's a good thing you're back. If you hadn't come back, Old Zhao wouldn't be able to stand it tonight."

Old Shi also wiped his nose.

"Thank you two uncles for accompanying my Uncle Zhao."

Lin Hun clasped his fists one by one to express his gratitude.

"Go, Old Zhao is waiting for you."

"He knows you're here, go."

Lin Hun nodded.

Uncle Zhao was already exhausted at this moment.

He looked at the sky with cloudy eyes.

He was already breathing out more than breathing in.

Lin Hun stepped forward and grabbed Uncle Zhao's skinny hand.

He said emotionally:

"Uncle Zhao, Lin Hun, Lin Hun is back to see you for the last time."

Uncle Zhao's hand suddenly tightened.

He held Lin Hun's hand tightly.

At this moment, his cloudy eyes seemed to have light.

The person he was waiting for finally came back.

But Uncle Zhao was almost dead.

There was no such magical thing as sitting up and talking in the last moment.

He just held Lin Hun's hand tightly and took his last breath.

Uncle Zhao.

Gone.

Lin Hun sighed.

He reached out and closed Uncle Zhao's eyes.

Uncle Zhao died peacefully.

No worries.

"Junshan, Uncle Zhao is gone."

Lin Hun said softly.

Zhao Junshan knelt on the ground with a plop.

He burst into tears.

Lao Jiao and Lao Shi sighed and started looking for clothes.

"Let me do it."

Lin Hun is the ninth generation of the White Soldier corpse collector.

He is very skilled in this kind of thing.

He took out the cloth bag and carefully covered Uncle Zhao's face.

He put on the best makeup to make him look like he was sleeping.

He changed into the clothes that Uncle Zhao had specified before his death, and gently carried him into the prepared coffin.

Zhao Junshan waited for Lin Hun to come back.

He followed Lin Hun as if he had a backbone.

Lin Hun was responsible for everything, and he became the little brother who followed Lin Hun when he was a child.

Lin Hun took care of everything himself.

He handled Uncle Zhao's funeral affairs properly.

Uncle Zhao had been sick for many days, and everyone was actually mentally prepared.

The White Soldier divided the work.

Hanging white silk, setting up the mourning hall, and cooking white rice.

Everyone in the Zhao family got busy.

There was a plump figure that had never left his sight since Lin Hun entered.

It was Zuo who was helping with the cooking.

Long time no see.

Zuo Shi, wearing plain clothes, became more plump and beautiful.

With the joint efforts of everyone, Uncle Zhao's funeral was very simple.

Corpses that have come into contact with strange things cannot enter the ancestral forest.

Uncle Zhao died in vain and had come into contact with strange things many times.

He was injured by strange things before and was saved by Lin Hun.

After his death, he must be burned in the crematorium under the Zhengui Division.

This is the rule.

The Zhao family has no complaints about this.

A mourning hall was set up, and everyone paid tribute one by one.

At night, two people from the Zhengui Division came to the door.

They stood at the door and did not come in or urge, but just waited.

"Junshan, follow me out."

Zhao Junshan was in front.

Lin Hun was behind.

He walked out slowly with Uncle Zhao's coffin.

Behind Uncle Zhao, a yard of people knelt down.

Led by Lao Jiao and Lao Shi, they shouted together:

"Old Zhao, have a good journey!"

Dong Dong Dong...

Everyone kowtowed to the deceased Uncle Zhao regardless of their age.

The dead are the greatest.

Even Lao Jiao and Lao Shi, who were of the same generation, kowtowed.

Zhao Junshan smashed a jar fiercely at his feet.

He carried Uncle Zhao's coffin and walked out of the Zhao family's gate step by step.

At this moment, Zhao Junshan was in tears and speechless.

The two people standing at the door glanced at Lin Hun behind them.

They all showed a flattering look on their faces.

They clasped their fists to Lin Hun and said:

"It's official business, I'm sorry."

Lin Hun nodded indifferently.

The two took the coffin and left immediately.

Lin Hun and Zhao Junshan followed behind them, and the others could not follow.

Because Lin Hun and Zhao Junshan were both from the Suppression of Guis.

Follow the two into the underground of the Suppression of Guis.

There is a burning crematorium here.

"Junshan, go and register. Stay here with Uncle Zhao."

Lin Hun nodded gently.

Those in charge of the crematorium knew about Lin Hun's deeds.

Seeing him, they all nodded and greeted him politely.

Zhao Junshan was relieved to see that Lin Hun was so important that he was not afraid that they would neglect his father's health.

Go and register.

ThisThe people at the crematorium had been waiting for a long time.

"Lord Lin, the fire is burning brightly, the furnace is clean, it's ready."

Lin Hun's status has changed a lot.

Everyone should respect his opinion.

"Junshan, send Uncle Zhao into the furnace."

Zhao Junshan stepped forward, holding his father's coffin and gently sending it into the crematorium.

The fire was burning brightly.

Lin Hun knelt down with Zhao Junshan.

He kowtowed to Uncle Zhao and said goodbye.

The crematorium never extinguished all year round, and the fire was extremely strong.

And people who had contact with the weird could not take back the ashes.

Lin Hun and Zhao Junshan waited until Uncle Zhao's body was burned.

Then he thanked everyone and left the Zhengui Division.

"Junshan, Baizu's life is cheap, and Uncle Zhao is the best destination. You go back to preside over it and treat the people who come to help well."

Lin Hun walked out of the Zhengui Division.

Standing in the night wind and said.

"Brother Lin Hun, aren't you going home with me?" Zhao Junshan asked, wiping his tears. Lin Hun smiled and suddenly hugged Zhao Junshan in his arms. "Junshan, you will be the pillar of the Zhao family in the future. You have to grow up quickly." Lin Hun said softly. He took off a small cloth bag and quietly put it in Zhao Junshan's hand. "There are fifty taels of silver in it. Take it back and make Uncle Zhao's funeral more glorious." "Brother Lin Hun, how can I always ask for your silver." "Don't refuse. Go back quickly. Everyone is waiting for you. I want to blow the night wind and be alone." Lin Hun patted Zhao Junshan's shoulder. Then he seemed to remember something and asked: "Why didn't I see Sister Mei'e?" After hearing this, Zhao Junshan sighed deeply. Sadly said:

"Sister Mei'e has practiced too deeply, saying that the world and the kindness of parents are just coincidences in the world."

"My father is gone, that is his liberation, there is no need to send him off for the last time."

"Hey, why is there still something in this world that can brainwash normal people?"

"My sister is in the mountains, and I don't know what she has been exposed to. She is getting more and more abnormal!"

Zhao Junshan's face showed resentment when he talked about Zhao Mei'e.

Lin Hun felt that Zhao Mei'e was getting farther and farther away from him.

More and more unfamiliar.

"Hey."

He sighed deeply.

He turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"Ah...Brother Lin Hun..."

Zhao Junshan saw Lin Hun gone.

He wiped the tears from his face, put the silver in his arms and returned home.

After returning home, Zhao Junshan began to arrange for everyone to have a feast.

"Where is Lord Lin?"

Everyone asked.

Even Zuo came out to ask.

"Brother Lin Hun said he wanted to be alone for a while."

"Ah."

Everyone sighed.

Each of them found a table and sat down to eat.

Lin Hun was actually sitting on the roof of the Zhao family.

Watching everyone gradually come out of their sadness.

Even after drinking a few glasses, they gradually started to smile.

Sighed:

"What's the point of dying? Others are already singing."

The night wind blows.

There is a special kind of sadness.