Chapter 123 Tong Yan Wuji

When a few of us walked in, we didn't attract much attention from the people in the yard. Zhang Weidu was also a businessman after all. Apart from relatives and friends, there was nothing surprising about a few strangers coming to express their condolences.

After passing through the yard, we came to the door of Zhang's main room.

There was a mourning shed set up in the hall, and a curtain made of bamboo slices and colored paper was in the middle. Behind the curtain, the corner of a wooden bed was exposed, which was the place where Zhang Weidu's spirit rested.

There were two rows of seats on both sides of the main room. Several people sat there with their children, looking a little tiredly at the Taoist priests at the central altar table who were singing, reciting and beating.

Nowadays, it is no longer fashionable to invite monks or Taoist priests to the home for funerals in cities. People are usually taken directly to the funeral parlor, where there ar