I am a coffin carryr, a little-known mysterious profession.

As the saying goes, birth, old age, sickness and death are safe. In the past ten years, my footprints have spread all over the country. I can count countless coffins, such as blessing coffins, longevity coffins, Yin and Yang coffins, mother coffins, hanging coffins...

When dealing with dead people, you will always see many strange events, and what I really can never forget is the eight ghosts carrying the coffin when my grandfather died.

My name is Zhang Jiuyang. I was born in Renxu Gengxu Bingxu Wuxu. I have a horoscope of pure Yang in the eight characters of the heavenly stems and earthly branches. So my grandfather named me Zhang Zhiyang. Because my grandfather said that my fate was nine, he changed my name to Zhang Jiuyang.

That year, my grandfather was already 80 years old. He calculated that he had been a coffin carrying craftsman for fifty-nine years.

But not long ago, my grandfather suddenly suffered from a strange disease and his limbs were weak and he could not move.

Grandpa's illness was both weird and painful, so he screamed miserably at midnight.

Every time this time, my heart twitched. What pain did he experience when a man who had broken his fingers and didn't frown?

But my grandfather didn't let me into his room, and I had no choice.

Grandpa's illness lasted for several months, and I'm also guessing whether this is the rumored five disadvantages and three shortcomings.

After that, my grandfather's health became worse and worse, and he became confused.

Only on the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar every month will he be quiet all night. What’s strange is that the next morning, I will definitely find a pair of black paper shoes in my grandfather’s room.

Half a year has passed, and my family has a total of seven pairs of paper shoes.

Moreover, there is a red capital number on each pair of paper shoes, which is very strange from one to seven.

I didn't dare to ask why, I was shrouded in a huge sorrow because I could feel that my grandfather had not had much time left.

And I was also ready to see my grandfather off.

In this way, grandpa survived another New Year in a daze.

On this day, my grandfather called me to the bed again and asked me what day it was.

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival!" I said.

"Where is the Gregorian calendar?" Grandpa asked again.

I looked at my phone and said, "It's February today."

"February? Is the Lantern Festival the second day of the Gregorian calendar?"

Grandpa's eyes suddenly showed a bright look, "It's here, I finally got it."

"When is the time?" I was puzzled.

"Sixty years, one hundred years, two months, the dragon raised its head." Grandpa smiled.

"Grandpa, the dragon's head is lunar calendar, not solar calendar." I reminded.

Grandpa's eyes dimmed, "I know, but I can't wait for that day, and I'll leave this last burden to you!"

I was confused. Before I could ask, my grandfather suddenly said:

"You will send a funeral to your relatives and friends tomorrow at noon, and you will say that I am old."

I was stunned, "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

"You do what you want, I will tell you exactly why." Grandpa waved his hand and fell asleep again.

I didn't dare to ask too much. Maybe my grandfather had a premonition. I felt heavy in my heart. Although I was ready, I couldn't help but feel sad.

That night, I had a little insomnia and didn't fall asleep until midnight. I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard the sound of talking coming from my grandfather's room. These sounds were loud and small, and I couldn't hear clearly what I said. I wanted to get up and go to my grandfather's room to check it out, but I couldn't move anyway.

It was not until the second half of the night that the sound gradually stopped, and I fell asleep again in a daze.

The next day, before dawn, I sat up with convulsions, got up and rushed into my grandfather's room, but was surprised to find that there were another pair of paper shoes in my grandfather's room.

However, the paper shoes are yellow, and there is a "eight" written in cinnabar on them.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" I asked.

When my grandfather saw me come in, he patted the edge of the bed and asked me to sit down.

"Xiaojiu, my time is up and I'm leaving!"

My eyes turned red and tears flowed down.

"Child, after I die, there are three things you must remember, and you will hear them clearly." Grandpa's voice suddenly became a little tough.

I nodded quickly and asked my grandfather what three things were.

"The first thing is that many people will come to mourn the next day. We just care about the meal and not accept gifts, and we don't accept any amount. After lunch, we let everyone leave. Do you understand?"

I nodded quickly, "I understand!"

"The second thing is, at twelve o'clock tomorrow night, you go and dig out the stone tablet at the entrance of the village, then transport it to the street and have someone carved it into a tombstone for me, and then transport it back overnight. Remember not to see the sun."

"Ah? How can this work?" I was a little embarrassed.

"Remember! When digging a monument, try to avoid people. In this process, no matter what you see under the monument, don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise huge variables will easily occur."

Although I was confused, I didn't ask too much, so I could only agree helplessly.

"Also, I'm going to have a funeral on the night of February 2. If you find a trustworthy friend, you must have a horoscope of Yang and carry the stone tablet with you. Go out and walk west. Remember, wherever the stone tablet falls, where will it bury me?"

I nodded, and grandpa said again, "Don't let anyone be present when I get buried, except for your friend."

I was a little embarrassed, "Grandpa, this is difficult. The Eight Immortals (coffincarnators) are all present."

"When did I say I want to carry the coffin with the Eight Immortals?"

"If you don't find someone, how can you do it? I can't handle it either?" I was embarrassed.

Grandpa suddenly smiled strangely.

"The stele leads the way, the eight ghosts carry coffins, land and form a tomb, and the blessings are all the same."

I was stunned and couldn't speak in shock. Grandpa continued:

"The third thing is, after I die, you go to the city to get some shops. If someone asks you for your business, you must remember that you cannot agree no matter how much money others give. Your first customer must be the surname Long."

I nodded dullly, a little indigestible.

Suddenly, grandpa suddenly sat up and shouted, "Did you remember?"

"Remember, remember!" I was shocked and said quickly.

Grandpa smiled.

"But grandpa, why did you do this? Just to make me happy?" I was puzzled.

"You must not reveal the secrets of heaven. Do what I said and you will understand."

"Also, remember, when I was in my funeral, you just walk. No matter what movement you heard, you must not look back and see, do you understand!"

"Oh, I get it!"

Grandpa sighed, then looked at me reluctantly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"grandfather"

I quickly helped my grandfather with my hands, but when I touched his skin, I was stunned.

Because my grandfather's body was cold and his body was extremely stiff.

Grandpa, he has been dead for a long time!

My hands and feet were cold in an instant. Who was talking to me just now?
Chapter completed!