"Where are you guys getting this idea? When Niannian was crying just now, Master regained consciousness for a moment. Didn't you notice?"
Shen Weixun said speechlessly, hurriedly reminding them.
He really had no idea what kind of image he had in his junior sister's and senior brother's hearts.
Although he usually didn't really like to listen to Master and always liked to argue with him.
But that didn't mean he was so unfilial as to wish for Master's death!
Being reminded like this, Niannian and Mu Yanchen also came to their senses.
Right!
Before Master fell, he was clearly conscious and even called Niannian's name.
Only then did he fall into a coma.
Mu Yanchen carefully recalled Niannian's cries just now. They were indeed extraordinary.
"We can give it a try, but why do we have to hold a funeral? Can't we just let junior sister cry?"
Anyway, they were at a loss about Master's condition.
Mu Yanchen thought it was okay to give it a try.
But directly holding a funeral for someone was a bit too scary.
However, Shen Weixun silently turned his gaze to Niannian and didn't respond to his words.
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.
The little girl pouted, held her breath, and tried hard to cry, but she just couldn't recall the feeling from before.
After struggling for a long time, she finally lowered her head dejectedly and said, "I can't cry..."
Shen Weixun showed an I-knew-it expression, shrugged, and said, "See? Without the right setting, it's impossible for Niannian to cry like that again."
"Master isn't really dead. Even if we set up a mourning hall, junior sister still won't be able to cry, will she?"
Mu Yanchen felt that he was getting more and more confused about these two kids.
Their thought processes were different from ordinary people.
Moreover, he deeply believed that junior sister had been influenced by this third junior brother.
If it weren't for Shen Weixun, this "good example", junior sister wouldn't have been so out of the ordinary sometimes.
"Not necessarily. Niannian should have a copper gong and a suona that Master collected before. Both of these things can soothe the soul. One of us can play the gong, the other can play the suona, and Niannian is in charge of crying. With all three of us working together, I don't believe Master won't wake up."
Actually, Shen Weixun had a way to make Niannian cry immediately, but in his opinion, it wasn't a good method.
Even if Niannian cried as loudly as possible, the effect would still be limited.
In the art of mourning crying, although the crying sound is the main factor, other musical instruments are also necessary aids.
Since they were going to make it look like a funeral.
They might as well just hold one for Master.
It could be regarded as a practice for Master's funeral in the future.
Mu Yanchen was speechless, but thinking of those two soul - soothing instruments, he felt that what the third junior brother said seemed to make sense.
He frowned and thought for a while, then finally nodded.
"Fine."
Since the senior brother had already agreed, the three of them immediately started to act.
Actually, there wasn't much to prepare. They couldn't really turn this dilapidated house into a mourning hall.
Moreover, this was a desolate mountain with no one around. Even if they wanted to turn this place into a mourning hall, they didn't have the materials.
They just used a half - burned straw mat beside them to wrap Master up completely.
They tore two pieces of rags and spread them on the ground, making Niannian kneel in front of Master.
Then Shen Weixun and Mu Yanchen, one holding a suona and the other a copper gong, stood on both sides.
That was all the preparation they needed.
Before they started, Shen Weixun specifically walked up to Niannian, leaned over, and whispered to scare her.
"Niannian, if Master doesn't wake up within five minutes, he might really burn his life away in his dream and die. This will be Master's real funeral."
Hearing this, Niannian's face turned pale with fright.
Out of trust in her third senior brother, she never suspected that Shen Weixun was just scaring her.
Moreover, the straw mat covered Master's face, so she couldn't see what Master looked like now.
She couldn't even tell if Master was breathing.
So she believed it even more.
In some aspects, her third senior brother was still stronger than her.
For example, the life - burning technique that Master used. She had never heard of it before. She only noticed that Master's life was rapidly fading away.
She was always half - understanding about these non - inherited methods, but her third senior brother knew a lot about them.
Maybe what her third senior brother said was true.
Her third senior brother must have noticed something!
Thinking of this, Niannian burst into tears.
She didn't want Master to die... Wuwuwu...
As Niannian's cries rang out, Shen Weixun and Mu Yanchen glanced at each other and immediately started playing the suona and hitting the gong.
The unique music of a funeral filled the air, making the atmosphere even more desolate.
Time passed by second by second. Niannian went from eagerly hoping for Master to wake up to anxiously waiting for him to wake up.
Finally, when the five minutes were up, Shen Weixun stopped playing the suona in time and waved his hand for Mu Yanchen to stop too.
The little girl's cries suddenly stopped.
She looked at Shen Weixun blankly, with tears still on her face.
Shen Weixun sighed helplessly and shook his head, only saying five words: "Five minutes are up..."
To Niannian, this meant that her third senior brother was gently telling her that Master was already gone and there was no hope for him.
Thinking of this possibility, Niannian burst into tears again.
This time, Niannian was truly heart - broken and extremely sad.
The feeling of mourning crying became more and more real, and a faint white light covered her sticky body again.
Seeing this, Shen Weixun quickly started playing the suona again, and Mu Yanchen continued his action.
At the same time, Taoist Qingyun, who had been lying motionless in the straw mat, suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were no longer cloudy and blood - red, but clear and shining.
When he heard the heart - broken cries of the child beside him, as well as the melodious suona and the clanging copper gong, he inexplicably felt a burst of annoyance in his heart.
He raised his hand and suddenly sat up. The straw mat on his face hadn't been lifted yet, looking like a zombie rising from the dead.
It really scared the three siblings.
All the sounds suddenly stopped. Taoist Qingyun tore off the straw mat on his body, turned around, and saw his three apprentices wearing mourning clothes, with expressions on their faces as if he was already dead. He immediately got angry.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm not dead yet, and you're so eager to send me off! What's wrong with you three brats?!"
After roaring, Taoist Qingyun realized something was wrong.
Huh?
Why did he see Niannian and his third apprentice, who was always obsessed with learning heresies and never did his proper business, here?
Weren't these two sent back home by him?