Zhaoran pulled a beggar next to him (note: an employee who specializes in funeral chores) and asked, "Who died in this family?"

The beggar glanced up and down: "May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I'm a friend of this family. Zhaoran pinched a broken silver horn in his hand, and the beggar's eyes were salivating, and he looked around: "It's the master of this family." ”

"How did you die?" asked Zhaoran.

The beggar stared at the silver horn, and threw it to him and said, "You said carefully, and I will reward you later." ”

"It's indeed the master of this family, but it's not dead, I heard that he has become an immortal. The beggar put away the silver horn and said, "Yesterday, the lord of this family asked someone to buy a coffin overnight, a shroud, saying that he was already in the dust, and he was going back tomorrow, so that everyone should not be sad, and said that there will always be a goodbye day in the coming day, so that the family does not have to be sad." His servants thought that the old man had lost his mind, but who knew that this morning, the old man was really dead. ”

"How did you die?"

"I heard that the old man drew the fairy talisman all night behind closed doors, and when the morning came, he really fell on the table and died. The beggar whispered, "Isn't this still an immortal?"

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Zhao Ran "tsk" twice, and rewarded the beggar with a silver horn, and after he left, Zhao Ran turned his head and asked Jiuru: "Does Buddhism have this kind of immortal talisman that makes people ascend to heaven?"

Jiuru glanced at him: "That's not true." ”

Zhaoran stretched his neck and looked at the curtain in the mansion, and Jiuru said, "Are you interested?"

"Immortal talisman, who is not interested. Zhao Ran thought to himself, but this immortal talisman probably couldn't make him ascend to heaven, at most let him lie in the coffin again.

Jiu Ru walked towards the courtyard of the house, and Zhao Ran said while following behind: "It's not good to break into someone's mourning hall. ”

He didn't wait for Jiuru to reply, and hurriedly shouted: "Is the mourner here?"

A middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy middle-aged businessman walked out and asked, "Who are you two?"

Jiuru took out a token, and the rich businessman was taken aback: "Your Excellency is a god-optimistic priest?"

Zhao Ran shouted in his heart that he was insidious, he was obviously a monk, but he planted a pot for a Taoist priest.

I didn't expect to look at the very shy Jiuru, not only would he lie, but also frame the blame, and he was really surprised in his heart that people can't look good, the sea can't fight, and monks can't be gullible.

If you think about it carefully, honest people pay attention to one is one and two is two, but the monk said that one is not one, two is not two, one can be regarded as two, and two can also be regarded as one.

"Is the mourner here?" Jiuru asked without answering, he was full of style, where did the rich businessman dare to doubt and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Two of you, please." ”

Zhao Ran was still slandering over there, Jiuru turned his head and said, "I am also an optimistic priest, but ordinary people don't know it." ”

Beep...... Are you a monk or a Taoist?

Zhao Ran grinned and said, "Uncle Jiuru is really a capable person who works hard." ”

Jiuru raised his eyes and glanced at him, but he didn't say anything, ordinary people will inevitably be weak in their hearts, hesitant, and even speechless under such gaze, but unfortunately they can't do anything in the first two, let alone plug his mouth.

Zhao Ran leaned closer to Jiuru and whispered: "Uncle, is there an immortal talisman that God is optimistic about?"

Jiuru looked ahead and said, "Of course not." ”

"That's right. "If there really is that kind of talisman, my nephew will definitely ask my uncle for a big box, and then travel all over the world, and send one when I see a wicked person." ”

"Wicked?"

Zhao Ran spread his hands and said: "Let them ascend to heaven early, and let the Jade Emperor worry about it." ”

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Before Jiuru could think of how to reply to him, the wealthy merchant in front of him had already stopped in front of the hall: "Sister-in-law, a distinguished guest is here." ”

After a while, a dignified-looking middle-aged woman walked out, she was wearing a filial piety dress, and when she saw them, she bowed shallowly: "I don't know where the two distinguished guests came from?"

"Sister-in-law, these two are God's optimistic priests, presumably they are ......" He didn't finish his words, but the meaning was very clear, the priest naturally came for the immortal talisman.

Zhao Ran said: "Mrs. He, is that right? Your family is in the Zhenze silk business." ”

Mrs. He's originally somewhat dull face seemed to have some affection, and she hurriedly squatted down and said, "It's the small people's house." ”

"Can you show me the place where your master died, no, ascended to immortal?"

"Yes. Mrs. He led them inside, this is a two-entry courtyard, even if it is left in the capital, it is not a luxury, it does not look like the home of a rich silk merchant.

"Is Mrs. He a new move?" said Zhaoran.

Mrs. He turned her head and said, "Xiaomin and his wife have only moved here for less than two months, how can adults know?"

Zhaoran pointed to the steps under the railing and said: "The northerners sleep on the kang, the southerners sleep on the bed, Mrs. He is a southerner, must be used to sleeping in the bed, these two knocks look like they were accidentally left when moving the bed into the house, if it is ordinary wood, it will not leave such traces, it must be more valuable wood, such as rosewood, rosewood, so it is so heavy." Even if such a valuable wooden bed is used, then this should be the master bedroom, and there is no reason for the master bedroom to be changed frequently, so I thought that my wife should have just moved here. ”

Mrs. He said: "My lord is smiling, it is indeed a rosewood frame bed, which was originally a marriage of a people's woman. ”

She said and led Zhao Ran through the door of the Daoyue Cave, entered the ear room, and then opened the door and said, "The master died here." ”

Zhao Ran said: "Can you go in and have a look?"

Mrs. He said, "My lord, please feel free. ”

Zhao Ran went into the house and looked around, there were still some rune papers piled up on the bookcase, a clay dish with good cinnabar, and a dozen or so pieces of rune paper that had been drawn, he picked up one of them with his hand and looked left and right for a while, and didn't see anything famous, so he turned his head and asked: "The master copied the rune paper all night last night, so it's more than that." ”

Mrs. He said: "Those rune papers were used up by the master. ”

"How?"

Mrs. He said: "The women don't know, but presumably the old man copied these runes for the purpose of ascending to the sky, so of course they will be used." ”

"Reasonable......," he turned his head and asked, "Is it true that your lord has newly married a concubine?"

Mrs. He said with a faint expression: "She went to live in the temple a few days ago. ”

"Isn't she pregnant? Why did she go to live in the temple?"

Mrs. He said a little stiffly: "I have not given birth to a son and a half daughter in the 20 years since I married into the He family, how dare I ask where the great hero of the He family is willing to live?"

Zhao Ran said: "Master He should be more than one concubine." ”

"There are three others, but they are all staying in their hometown Zhenze. ”

Zhaoran nodded and walked out of the study, Mrs. He said: "These immortal talisman priests just need to take it for details, there are many things ahead, and the women will not leave many adults?"

She bowed down and saluted, there was a funeral, and opened her mouth to give an eviction order, Jiuru was already ready to leave, but she heard Zhaoran speak again: "He Old Man Xiansheng, can you allow Xiaodao to go and burn two pillars of incense, so that you can get this immortal energy." ”

"Of course, sir, please. Mrs. He bowed and said.

Zhao Ran grinned, Jiu Ru glanced at him a few more times, and Zhao Ran asked, "Do I have something on my face?"

Jiuru gave him two words: "Thief Dao." ”

It's not a trail, it's a thief.

"Hey, hey. Zhaoran chased Jiuru's back, he felt that the fairy wind was bone, and he was quite unconvinced by Jiuru's evaluation, but unfortunately the He Mansion was not big, and he chased it to the curtain hall a few times.

At this moment, the mourning hall is already very lively, He Lao Ye Xianfu ascended to heaven, this is a big thing, there is an endless stream of people who come to visit, the officials still have some concerns, and the squires do not have this kind of burden.

"Mrs. He, this is the inscription sent by the villain. At present, a lean-looking man came with a banner of red silk seven feet long, on which many words were written with a gold pen.

Mrs. He bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for the kindness of Master Song." She turned and told the flag to be lowered.

The Song master sighed and said: "I think I drank tea with Brother He a few days ago, and I felt comfortable when I went home, but my eyes were cloudy, and I didn't see that this was a blessing given to me by Brother He." Looking back like this, I should have seen how Brother He could be an ordinary person like Brother He. After saying that, the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked man hid his face and began to cry.

Zhaoran thought sourly in his heart, if you ask me to punch me twice, I will also cover you all over.

Almost everyone else rushed up, sending flags and giving gifts, all looking forward to having a little relationship with this new immortal.

Just now, the rich merchant came over and blocked the humanity: "Come one by one, come one by one." ”

Mrs. He said: "You don't have to be anxious, please go to the housekeeper's side, write down your surname, and I will burn it to my lord when I go back." ”

"Great goodness. Everyone agreed, and then consciously and voluntarily ran to the butler to leave his name.

This kind of thing is to climb relatives and attach nobles, how can you do good things without leaving a name.

The big boss surnamed Song finished keeping his name, and came over again and said, "I wonder if we can have the opportunity to pay tribute to Brother He's immortal face today?"

Mrs. He said: "Today is the master's Xiaohui (note: the day after the death, the coffin has not been covered), and everyone is relatives and friends, so naturally you can go in and have a look, but please don't make a loud noise, so as not to disturb the master." ”

"This is natural, and it will not disturb Master He. The crowd agreed.

Zhao Ran thought in his heart, Master He had escaped from his mortal body and gone to Heaven thousands of miles away, how could he be disturbed?

He was buried in his heart, but people crowded into the crowd, waiting to see Master He's immortal appearance, but unfortunately there were too many people, and he couldn't see it even if he stretched his neck on tiptoe, but fortunately, Mrs. He still thought about him and Jiuru and said, "Two priests, please come to the front." ”

"The priest is here too. Everyone had a look of surprise on their faces, and they believed a little more in their hearts.

When they saw the remains of Master He, where was there still suspicion, the face of Master He in the coffin was ruddy, where there was a half-point death in vain, sleeping in a six-inch thick coffin made people feel solemn.

"Immortals, immortals!" Immediately the people beside the coffin knelt in a circle, and the whole room was filled with kowtows.

Mrs. He closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes, she suddenly lost her voice and said, "You, what are you doing?"

Everyone looked up in shock, and saw that there was a person above who had most of his body poked into the coffin, and his face was almost against Master He's face, this person was Zhaoran.

"Stop!"

"Even if it is the mortal body of the immortal family, it is also the mortal body of the immortal family, how can you be presumptuous!"

"Exactly, you're still a cultivator!"

"He doesn't even wear a Taoist uniform, who knows if it's true or not!"

All of a sudden, the crowd surged, many people were blushing and their necks were thick, and the public was angry, so Zhaoran had to knock on the coffin and said with a dry smile: "The immortal family should have the demeanor of the immortal family, I just want to see if this coffin is suitable, and sure enough, if it is not suitable, how can it be done with six inches, the Zhou family uses eight inches, and the immortal family must use at least nine inches." ”

Everyone was a little sneering, they didn't say that Master He should use a nine-inch coffin, and they didn't hear that Zhou Tianzi only used an eight-inch coffin, but it was not good to say that this new immortal should not use a nine-inch coffin.

The voice in the curtain hall suddenly became a lot quieter, and Mrs. He said lightly: "The master is pure in the world, and he should use a few inches of coffin if he doesn't care about it, if the two adults are fine, please go back early." ”

When Jiuru heard this, he turned around and left, and Zhao Ran had no choice but to follow.

"Hey, hey, how did you go. Zhaoran caught up and said.

"Everyone else has given an eviction order, why don't you leave and wait for someone to come and pick them up?" Jiuru said.

Zhao Ran smiled and said: "Uncle, you are too thin-skinned, we are husbands, so we should have thick skin." ”

Jiuru stretched out his hand and pinched him on the face with a "hmm", and said in pain: "Jiuru, why are you pinching me?"

"It's quite thick. ”

Zhao Ran hissed, turned his head and saw the beggar again, and the beggar came over with a smile when he saw him: "This master, what else is there to make a fortune and take care of the villain?"

"I do have a fortune to take care of you?" Zhao Ran took out a piece of silver and shook it in front of the beggar's eyes.

The beggar's eyes swayed back and forth with the silver ingot, and he swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, as long as you don't let me do murderous things, it's okay." If it's murder and arson, let me think about it for a while. ”

"It's not so strict, it's not a matter of killing people and setting fires, it's just asking you to go to the house and get potted flowers for me. "Obviously leisurely.

"Stealing flowers?"

"Take the plate flowers. ”

"Stealing, stealing flowers?"

"Take the plate flowers. ”

"Stealing...... Take the plate flowers. The beggar understood, "What flower does the young master want to take?"

"You go into the inner courtyard, and there are potted flowers outside the ear room of the main wing, about, so big, so high. "Obviously, he gestured.

The beggar made a difficulty: "Young master, you have to make it clear, what if there is more than one pot of flowers in this and I take it wrong?"

"Simple, have you ever seen grass?"

"Yes. ”

Zhaoran threw the silver ingot in his hand and said, "Just go and get the pot of flowers that look the most like grass." ”