I asked, "When was that?" Ms. Zhu said about half a year ago. I asked if there was anything special going on in your family at that time, and it counted.

Ms. Zhu sat at the dining table, trying to remember, but she couldn't remember anything, so she said that she would be dizzy during the day for a while, but it would be fine in a few days. Xiao Zhu said, "Did you stand up after breakfast and almost fall down?" Ms. Zhu said yes, that was the time.

"It seems to be July, the hottest time," Xiao Zhu said, "You just attended Aunt Deng's funeral, and it seems that you went to the Yellow Crane Tower, and my second uncle came to visit the door and said that his house was flooded in a heavy rain...... I quickly interrupted and asked him to repeat what he had just said. Xiao Zhu said that his mother had been to the Yellow Crane Tower, and I said the previous sentence, what kind of funeral.

Xiao Zhu said: "Oh, it's Aunt Deng's funeral, she is my mother's classmate from junior high school to high school, and she is also an old neighbor, two years older than me, and our relationship is very good." She passed away half a year ago, and my mom almost fainted a few days after attending her funeral. Ma Zhuang hurriedly asked about Aunt Deng's funeral, and Xiao Zhu said that it had anything to do with her, she had been dead for more than half a year.

Ms. Zhu whispered: "Actually, I have dreamed of her several times, just now I took a nap in the afternoon, and I also dreamed that she was standing in front of the windowsill and said that I should go over to accompany her." Xiao Zhu was shocked and asked why you didn't say it earlier, Ms. Zhu said that she had dreamed of a lot of dead relatives and friends in the past six months, and who knew who had a relationship.

"How often have you dreamed of deceased acquaintances these months?" I asked. Ms. Zhu nodded, and said that there are acquaintances, and more are acquaintances, and they don't know each other, and some of them are physically disabled, which is very scary.

Ma Zhuang asked me, "Brother Tian, is it related to this matter?" I thought for a moment and asked Ms. Zhu to carefully recall the details of the funeral, and recall every step. Ms. Zhu said that it was a very ordinary funeral, her family was not rich, it was not so grand, it was not rural, there was no blowing ceremony, it was just a normal process in the funeral home. I asked her to add details, and after ten minutes, Ms. Zhu really couldn't recall any tricks, so she was a little irritable, and asked me not to ask again.

As the night got deeper and deeper, we let Ms. Zhu rest by herself, the three men sat on the sofa in the living room, and Xiao Zhu took out a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator, as well as a boxed Zhou Black Duck, with duck neck, duck wings, duck head and duck rack. This is the most famous specialty of Wuhan, we chatted while eating, this week the black duck is sweet and spicy, eating and me and Ma Zhuang sweating while drinking cold beer, it is really painful and happy. But I couldn't find the reason for it for a while, and I began to get irritable, and I planned to call Kaohsiung early tomorrow morning after tonight.

Ma Zhuang gnawed on the duck rack and grinned: "Brother Tian, do you say that Aunt Zhu is reciting Buddhist scriptures blindly all day long, and has brought those ghosts or something? I heard that some people love to recite the "Dizang Sutra" at night, didn't you say that it was a sutra for the superbly dead?"

"Nonsense!" I rebuked, "Many people only have time to recite sutras at night, so the Jizo Sutra is used to overtake one's own wronged creditors and eliminate one's karma, how can it be possible to attract ghosts? Xiao Zhu said that his mother often participated in field soup kitchens, but they were all under the leadership of several monks who were very practiced, and she never had an accident.

Then I am even more puzzled, can't I find the reason for life or death? If I call Kaohsiung, I must still be trained, saying that I have been a brand dealer for several years, and I can't even find the reason why my customers are colliding with evil spirits. Ma Zhuang threw the gnawed duck rack into the trash, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and said that if he didn't give porridge where he shouldn't be giving porridge, or chanting where he shouldn't be chanting, there must be a reason anyway. It's all nonsense, I guess it's used to listen to Xiao Zhu, to show that he didn't come in vain, and he didn't eat Xiao Zhu's food in vain. Xiao Zhu didn't eat anything, holding her chin with her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and I suddenly looked at Ma Zhuang. He was about to open another bottle of beer when he saw the look in my eyes and had to retract his hand. I said to myself, "Give porridge where you shouldn't give it, and recite it where you shouldn't...... Where you shouldn't recite the scriptures......"

Xiao Zhu looked up at me, and I asked, "When Aunt Zhu was in the funeral home, did she also recite the scriptures?" Xiao Zhu was a little confused and asked what it had to do with this, although I was not sure, but I vaguely felt that it seemed to be a breakthrough, so I asked him to ask Ms. Zhu. Xiao Zhu got up and went into the bedroom to ask, and then came out and beckoned me in. In the bedroom, Ms. Zhu told me that she had only attended one funeral in the past six months, and it was Aunt Deng's.

"Did you recite the scriptures when you attended the funeral?" I was about to speak, but I saw Ma Zhuang squeeze into the room and asked.

Ms. Zhu nodded: "Yes, when the ceremony was held in the farewell hall and the body was said goodbye, I cried and recited the "Prajna Heart Sutra" and "Amitabha Sutra", hoping that my old sister could ascend to Elysium as soon as possible after her death, or be able to live as a human being in the next life." "When I asked what the Prajna Heart Sutra and the Amitabha Sutra do, Ms. Zhu told me that ordinary monks use these two sutras for the transcendence of the dead, which can play a role in washing away the sins of the souls of the dead.

I asked, "Do you go to the funerals of relatives and friends?" Ms. Zhu said of course not, he has also attended five or six funerals in the past few years, including her husband's. When people reach the age of fifty or sixty, there is a high incidence of diseases, and more people die. But she only chanted at Aunt Deng's funeral, because the two had a deep relationship, even more than her husband.

"Is it the anomaly that you and your son have encountered since then?" Ma Zhuang asked again. Ms. Zhu and Xiao Zhu looked at each other, thought about it carefully, and said that it seemed to be. Ma Zhuang said Look at Brother Tian, I know that's the case. I glared at him, thinking that he was indeed the one who gave me a wake-up call. said to Ms. Zhu that it is just our speculation now, not necessarily necessarily necessarily. Now there's no point in us guessing here, sooner or later we have to solve it, it's better to cast a spell right away, I'll arrange it. Maybe it was the hanging behavior just now that made Ms. Zhu really scared, and she hurriedly asked me to contact me quickly. I took out my mobile phone, called Kaohsiung, and reported the situation.

He seemed surprised: "Reciting the Prajna Heart Sutra and the Amitabha Sutra in the funeral home, are you a customer who has attained the Tao Shenni or the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?" I said, of course not, why do you say that.

Kaohsiung said: "Nothing dares to surpass the dead, and he is still in a ghost place like a funeral parlor? Damn, it's a miracle that he can survive until now!" I hurriedly asked, but Kaohsiung didn't explain much, saying that he had just come out of Azanbudan's residence, and Azanbudan was going to Chiang Mai to run errands in the afternoon, so he had to go back immediately and ask Azam Budan to postpone the matter for a few days.