Chapter 761: Domineering and protective of his wife, Brother Lang is mighty

The comforting voices and footsteps of the people around her became blurred in Zhou Mengyao's ears.

Zhou Mengyao's entire attention was on the urn in her arms, which contained the ashes of her beloved father. From now on, father and daughter would be separated by the Yin and Yang and would never see each other again.

Sitting in the Maybach sedan that her late father drove during his lifetime, Zhou Mengyao hugged the urn tightly, as if it was the last connection between her and her father.

The scenery outside the car window passed by quickly like a slide show, but she ignored it.

Zhou Mengyao's mind kept replaying the moments she had with her father.

When she was a child, her father carried her on his shoulders and took her to the amusement park.

Whenever she encountered setbacks when she grew up, her father’s words of encouragement were like a mountain protecting her from the wind and rain, and he treated her like the apple of his eye.

Now, those beautiful memories have become sharp blades, cutting Zhou Mengyao's heart again and again.

Lin Lang sat beside Zhou Mengyao, holding her gently in his arms with heartache, casting concerned glances at her from time to time, conveying silent strength.

But Zhou Mengyao was immersed in grief and responded numbly to all this.

She looked out the window, tears silently falling, wetting the satin on the urn.

At this moment, the world has lost its color to her. All that remains is the sad journey to the cemetery and the haze in her heart that will never dissipate.

Along the way, Zhou Mengyao looked dazed, as if she had lost her soul.

Lin Lang stood by her side, whispering softly to comfort her. Every word he said was filled with affection and concern, trying to pull her out of this dark quagmire of sadness.

After an unknown amount of time, the convoy slowly arrived at the cemetery.

Under the gloomy sky, the pines and cypresses around stood silently, like loyal guards, or as if mourning for the deceased.

With the support of Lin Lang, Zhou Mengyao walked out of the car with her late father's urn in her hands, with unsteady steps.

The staff of the cemetery have already taken their positions, and a grave pit that had been dug at an auspicious time is now quietly waiting.

Relatives and friends who were invited to attend the funeral came forward to express their regret for Zhou Zhongdang's unexpected death and expressed their concern and comfort to Zhou Mengyao.

Lin Lang held Zhou Mengyao's shoulders tightly, not daring to take his eyes off her for a moment, fearing that she would collapse from excessive grief.

He turned his head from time to time and whispered in Zhou Mengyao's ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm always by your side."

At this time, Lin Lang was Zhou Mengyao's backbone and support. With Lin Lang's constant companionship, the sadness and helplessness in her heart were alleviated a little.

Lin Lang raised his hand to look at his watch, his expression solemn, concentrating on counting the time.

At last, the auspicious time for burial had arrived.

Lin Lang nodded slightly to the staff in charge of the funeral ceremony.

The burial ceremony of treasure appraiser master Zhou Zhongdang officially began. Because there was a professional supervisor in charge of funeral affairs, the so-called Yin-Yang master, all funeral ceremonies and burial procedures were ensured to proceed in an orderly and smooth manner.

Of course, Lin Lang has the assistance of the system and is himself the strongest Feng Shui master on earth.

However, Lin Lang had to personally arrange all the funeral arrangements for his master, and he also had to accompany and comfort Zhou Mengyao, so it was very necessary to ask a Yin-Yang master to take care of the funeral.

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The most important thing is that the wealthy families and the rich are all more or less superstitious, and the Zhou family is no exception. Only the poor believe in nothing and worship nothing. Those who understand understand.

According to the funeral customs of Longhai City, when the father is buried, the daughter has to pray beside him.

Zhou Mengyao was supported by Lin Lang to the edge of the grave. Her legs were weak and she could hardly stand.

Zhou Mengyao looked at her father's coffin being slowly lowered into the grave, her lips trembling slightly as she cried, "Dad, rest in peace."

"When you get there, you must be well. If you need anything, please tell your daughter in your dreams and she will burn it for you."

"Please bless our family to be safe and healthy..." Every word is filled with Zhou Mengyao's longing and concern for her father, and also expresses her expectations for her family's future.

After speaking with a sob, Zhou Mengyao slowly squatted down, stretched out her trembling hand, and grabbed a handful of soil from the ground.

The soil in her palm had the warmth of the earth, yet seemed to be extremely heavy.

Zhou Mengyao slowly stood up, raised her arms, stared at the soil in her hands, and tears blurred her eyes again.

She knew that this handful of soil was her final farewell to her father.

As Zhou Mengyao loosened her hands, the soil in her hands was scattered on her deceased father's coffin, making a slight sound.

At this moment, it seemed as if something in Zhou Mengyao's heart had completely broken, and grief was like a surging tide, completely drowning her.

She could no longer hold back and burst into tears. Her cries echoed over the empty cemetery, tugging at everyone's heart.

"Dad...Dad..."

Lin Lang hugged Zhou Mengyao tightly in his arms and patted her back gently, tears also welling up in his eyes.

When the relatives and friends who were invited to attend the funeral saw this scene, they couldn't help but be moved by the separation of life and death. Some of them with shallow eye sockets also shed tears.

Amidst the sad atmosphere, the burial ceremony was still proceeding in an orderly manner, but Zhou Mengyao's heart would forever remain on the land where her father was buried.

The burial ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner. When the grave of her deceased father was filled with soil by the staff, Zhou Mengyao felt that a part of herself was buried with it.

The comforting voices and sobbing sounds of relatives and friends around her were intertwined, but Zhou Mengyao seemed to be in a silent world, her heart filled with memories of the deep love between father and daughter.

In a solemn atmosphere, the monument erection ceremony began immediately.

The tombstone that had been prepared long ago was slowly lifted up by a crane, and under the command of Mr. Yin-Yang and the operation of the staff, it was placed accurately in front of the tomb bit by bit.

Relatives and friends formed a semicircle and witnessed this moment quietly, with grief and solemnity on everyone's face.

Lin Lang held Zhou Mengyao's hand tightly, giving her strength.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes were red and swollen, and she stared tearfully at the tombstone that would bear the weight of her father's life.

When the tombstone landed steadily on the ground, a low sob was heard at the scene.

At this time, the sunlight penetrated the thick clouds and cast a few rays of light, as if it was Zhou Zhongdang's response from the sky.

It is worth mentioning that the inscription on Zhou Zhongdang’s tombstone was written by his filial daughter Zhou Mengyao herself, and was carved by a master of stone tablet engraving at a high price.

According to custom, the next crucial step is to wipe the tombstone to express the filial daughter's longing and respect for her deceased father.

Zhou Mengyao took a deep breath, took the white towel handed to her by her assistant Xiaona, and slowly walked towards the tombstone of her father Zhou Zhongdang.

Her footsteps were heavy and slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of her heart.

Standing in front of the monument, Zhou Mengyao stretched out her slightly trembling hand and gently touched the surface of the monument with a towel, as if she was afraid of disturbing her sleeping father.

Her movements were gentle and careful. She started from the top of the stele and slowly wiped downwards. With every wipe, more tears flowed out.

"Dad, after you left, the house was empty, but I always felt like you were still here. I could see your smiling face whenever I turned around."

"But now, I can no longer hear you nagging me about the dangers of motorcycle racing, asking me to inherit the family business and not ride a broken motorcycle racing, wuwuwu..."

Zhou Mengyao choked up, her voice filled with uncontrollable grief. She carefully wiped her father's tombstone and sobbed, "Dad, just rest here in peace. If you miss home, come to my dreams often."

Lin Lang was standing aside and heard this, feeling very upset. He looked at the portrait of his master on the tombstone and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, you can go with peace of mind. I will take good care of Mengyao and Master's wife, support the Zhou family, live up to Master's teachings, and bring honor to the sect."

The relatives and friends around couldn't help but tear up when watching this scene, and some even cried quietly.

After wiping the tombstone, Zhou Mengyao placed flowers in front of her late father's tombstone to express her grief. The bright petals looked particularly eye-catching in this sad scene, like the continuation of life.

Finally, Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao, as daughter and closed disciple, knelt on the ground at the same time and performed the traditional kowtow ceremony towards Zhou Zhongdang's tombstone.

After kowtowing and kneeling, Lin Lang helped Zhou Mengyao stand up slowly.

Zhou Mengyao stood quietly there, staring at her father's portrait on the tombstone for a long time, as if she could cross the boundary between Yin and Yang and take one more look at her father's face.

The funeral director announced that all burial ceremonies were over, and everyone gradually dispersed, leaving only Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao behind.

At this time, Lin Lang was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that his master's wife Zhuang Jingxue was absent from his master's funeral on the grounds of being hospitalized due to excessive grief, but he could not say anything because of Zhou Mengyao's relationship.

Zhou Mengyao stared at the tombstone blankly, unwilling to leave for a long time.

Lin Lang stood silently beside Zhou Mengyao, his arms around her slightly trembling shoulders, silently accompanying the sad-looking Zhou Mengyao.

The already gloomy sky became even darker and gloomy at this moment, as if it was covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. The raindrops grew larger and denser, falling diagonally and gently on the ground of the cemetery, making a slight rustling sound, as if nature was mourning for this funeral.

Lin Lang quickly took off his black suit jacket, put it on Zhou Mengyao, and said distressedly: "Wife, it's raining, it's time for us to go home."

The rain hit Zhou Mengyao's face and mixed with the tears on her face, making her look even more pitiful despite being already broken.

"Hubby, I won't have a dad to protect me from the wind and rain anymore!"

"Don't be afraid, your husband will protect you from the wind and rain from now on." After saying that, Lin Lang snapped his fingers domineeringly, triggering his mind superpower to control the rain.

In an instant, a wonderful scene happened.

The raindrops that were originally falling wildly seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier. They changed their trajectories half a meter away from Lin Lang and Zhou Mengyao and began to fall around them.

It was as if Lin Lang had cast a magical barrier around him and Zhou Mengyao, isolating all the rain from outside.

Zhou Mengyao was immersed in grief and was completely unaware.

But after a while, she realized that no new rain fell on her face, and there was only the rustling sound of raindrops hitting the ground around her.

Zhou Mengyao subconsciously looked up at the sky, and when she saw it, she was stunned.

Above her head, raindrops were falling densely, but they stopped abruptly in the space where she and Lin Lang were standing.

There was heavy rain in front, behind, and on both sides of Zhou Mengyao, creating a strange and shocking scene.

Only where she and Lin Lang were standing was dry and rainless, as if they had been forgotten by the entire rainy day.

Zhou Mengyao's face was filled with shock. Even though she was overwhelmed by sadness, the incredible scene before her still left her speechless with shock.

After a long while, she looked at Lin Lang beside her with trembling lips, and said in a voice filled with undisguised surprise: "Oh my God, how did you do that, husband?"