"Master, why did Song Jingwei die so well?"

Baisheng looked puzzled.

He had seen Song Jingwei when he was a child, and the master was very polite to him, and often told him that Daochang Song was a very powerful Taoist.

But he died suddenly.

Death without warning.

When Faming came to the door and told him about it, he thought he had heard it wrong.

"There is an apprentice who is not angry, the son of a cheating father. Wen Qianjiang shook his head and said, "It's a pity." ”

Bai Sheng didn't understand, and asked again: "Then why don't you help him do things? Song Daochang is very good......

Wen Qianjiang interrupted him: "A good person is a good person, but he has a blood debt, he can't enter the ancestral hall in life, and he will be removed from the Taoist Gate when he dies." How can I do things for such a person?"

"Blood debt?" Bai Sheng was startled: "Jingwei Dao is ...... him"

"Don't ask so much, this matter has nothing to do with you and me, in the future, Qingfeng Guan over there, go less. I know that you usually have contact with Fa Ming, and don't contact you in the future, this kind of person, too much contact, it will not be good for you. ”

"Master..."

"It's not early, let's go back and rest. ”

"Oh. ”

Song Jingwei is a little famous in Taoism, and the news of his sudden death is not known to anyone.

Overnight, half of the people in the Dao Gate knew about it.

Not many people know the truth of the matter.

The people who heard about it all silently recited a trumpet and sighed at the southern governor.

Some friends booked an itinerary to come to Lingshan City.

There are also some people who find that Qingfeng Guan did not handle Song Jingwei's posthumous affairs with great fanfare, and they can't help but wonder.

As Song Jingwei, it should be a farewell festival for Yuhua Dengzhen.

However, Qingfeng Guan did nothing.

There is no unsolicited notification and there is no formality.

It's weird.

Early the next morning, Chen Yang received a call from Xuanyu.

"Song Jingwei passed away?"

"You got it?"

"Most of the Daomen know about it, what's going on with him? Although he is not a great master, he is also a real person, why doesn't he even have a farewell puja?"

Chen Yang walked into the vegetable garden, looked at the melons and fruits that had grown into patches, and asked, "Uncle Shi asked you to ask?"

Xuanyu said: "Song Jingwei came to Baiyunguan to hang a list for a period of time in the early years, and he died, so it stands to reason that Baiyunguan also has to send someone over." The master and uncle were also very sad and wanted to ask what was going on. ”

Chen Yang said: "Things are a bit complicated, and I can't explain it clearly for a while. ”

"Then you'll make a long story short. ”

Chen Yang picked the key points and told him what happened in a few minutes.

After listening, Xuanyu didn't say anything for a long time.

After a while, he said: "No wonder Qingfeng Guan didn't help him, it turns out that there is such a reason." ”

"I've got to be busy, I'm going to hang up. ”

Chen Yang put away his mobile phone and went back and forth several times before picking off the vegetables in a garden.

"Knock knock. ”

There was a knock on the door outside.

Chen Yang walked over to open the door, and was a little surprised when he saw someone coming.

"Abbot Xuanyang. ”

The person who came was a pair of middle-aged men and women, dressed expensively, and had their own rich and noble appearances.

It was the parents who wished the carnival.

They had smiles on their faces and were very polite.

Chen Yang said lightly: "The two of you are incense?"

"Yes, incense, let's incense. ”

Chen Yang led them to the main hall, and the two stuffed the incense money, took the incense stick, and bowed down.

After worshipping, the couple did not leave, stood in the courtyard, and said, "Dao Chief, my son is dead, and the body is still lying in the funeral home, I want to trouble you to go down the mountain and help do a ritual." ”

Chen Yang said: "I'm sorry, I don't have time. ”

Zhu Father was stunned: "Dao Chief, money is not a problem. ”

Chen Yang shook his head: "Poor Dao really doesn't have time." ”

The couple looked at each other, and that night, they realized that this little Taoist priest did not seem to have a very good impression of him.

It doesn't seem to be a delusion, but it is.

"Dao Chief, my son died a tragic death, and we, as parents, thought that he would be able to live in a beautiful future after his death......"

Chen Yang interrupted him: "There are many Taoist temples in Lingshan, some of which specialize in posthumous affairs, and the two of them are not short of money, so they are very invited." ”

The implication is that I don't do any amount of money.

The woman was a little angry, and Father Zhu also frowned.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Dao Chief. ”

Zhu Father retreated and begged for the second: "I heard that people who die are not allowed to enter the ancestral grave, can I let my son's tablet be placed in the Taoist temple? ”

Chen Yang suddenly smiled: "You can't enter the ancestral tomb, so you won't let him enter?"

"It's not that I'm not allowed to enter, I want him to be in the Taoist temple..."

"I'm sorry, but Lingshan Taoist Temple doesn't have this business. ”

Zhu Father said: "If the Taoist chief thinks that the money is less, I can add more." ”

"No matter how much money you have, the Taoist temple doesn't have this business. The deceased is the greatest, and the poor are verbose. ”

Chen Yang said: "The people have the folk to pay attention to, but it is not a horizontal death, it must be put into the soil for peace, and the fallen leaves return to the roots." That's the son you've raised for more than 20 years, and because of his death, he was turned away, which is chilling. ”

"Go and ask a Taoist to overtake him after the first seven. If the first seven are past and the spirit has not returned home, it will be difficult to overtake it. ”

Father Zhu hesitated and nodded: "Thank you for your advice." ”

"You're welcome. ”

The couple left, with a hint of unwillingness on their backs.

Chen Yang has seen it.

The two of them have an extra nine years of life, which can be regarded as an exchange for their son's life.

But because of the old-fashioned thinking that the so-called unfortunate death cannot enter the ancestral grave, he has to turn away his own son.

I don't know if they listened to what they said.

But most likely they didn't listen.

It is estimated that after getting off their own mountain, they will have to go to other Taoist temples.

There is no one to take care of the Taoist temple, so it is estimated that you have to go to the temple.

Chen Yang did not doubt that they were willing to spend money on the aftermath of the carnival, but no matter how much money they spent, even if they invited a real person to replace the first seven years of the carnival, this fallen leaf still couldn't return to the roots.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief!"

Chen Yang stood at the gate of the Taoist temple, and there was a familiar voice in the distance, shouting at the upper mountain pass.

Zhu Xiaoguang, Peng Qiang, hey, there are many people.

"Dao Chief. ”

They came over, and there were more than twenty of them.

Most of them followed Zhu Xiaoguang and Peng Qiang, and the other wave was obviously not with them.

But there is also an old acquaintance, Yan Qing.

"The food is in the backyard, and the poor road will bring it to you. Chen Yang looked at Yan Qing again: "What is the donor here for?"

Yan Qing smiled and said, "Dao Chief, I'll come to interview you." ”

Chen Yang looked at the people behind her: "These donors are ......"

"They came to look for you, and I don't know them, but they met them halfway. ”

Chen Yang nodded and asked, "You guys are here to make incense, right?" ”

They hurriedly shook their heads: "We don't use incense, we are here to find you, Master Xu." ”

"You're the virtual master of that 80 million character painting, right?"

"If I don't look at real people, I can't believe that Master Void is so young. ”