The decision of the unjust ghost was expected by me. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info ghosts, in any case, are also products of the Three Realms. They are lonely and lonely, they can't eat if they want to, and when they want to die, they don't know how to start.

For Uncle Ye's daughter Ye Zimei, she is my next school sister. This girl usually likes to read, is studious, and is a top student in the first year of high school. A while ago, he was rated as a three-good student. Subsequently, he was promoted to the school's Youth League Committee. In terms of ability, it is indeed there, and in terms of style, it is also vigorous and resolute. It can be regarded as the best of our school.

"Uncle Ye rest assured, what I promised you, I will definitely not regret it, hurry up and report to the underworld, don't delay the time of reincarnation!" I took out a coin from my pocket, recited a few incantations silently, and threw it casually, and in an instant, a yellow light flashed, I put my fingers together, and said silently: "Heaven and Earth Xuanmen Shield, the ghost gate is wide open, and the spiritual realm avenue is coming soon!

With this spell, a crack suddenly cracked in the ground, and under the guidance of the yellow light, the gate of the underworld was indeed opened. Uncle Ye put on a worker's hat and waved at me, showing a bright smile. It seems that for him, reincarnation is also the result he hopes for the most.

Uncle Ye is gone, and his immobilization method has slowly disappeared. After relieving myself, I took the race number in my hand, and the first one ran back, and while they were looking for the number mark, I had already run 100 meters away, which was a good start. Now, I'm really a blessing in disguise.

The race was over, and there was no suspense, and I took the first place by virtue of the advantage of a few hundred meters ahead, and won the honor for the class. The happiest among the friends is Xiaolan. Since the last time you worked with me on the goblins, my opinion of me has changed dramatically, and the way I look at me is different. When he saw me step off the podium, he gave me a big hug.

After the school season sports day, the final exam was ushered in, and after the exam, it meant that I was going to be in the third year of high school. The third year of high school is a turning point in life. For this reason, the head teacher asked us to take a holiday early, so that we could go home early to recuperate, and in two weeks, we would have to go on a splint.

When I got home, I looked at the grass and trees at home, which made people feel very kind. It's just that after returning home, a bad news also came. My mother told me that the third uncle of the neighbor's family had passed away.

The third uncle is a very good-hearted person, and he doesn't bother children. When I was a child, I was the one who often coaxed us children to play. Whenever we were unhappy, he would always bring out some delicious food to make us happy. It's a pity that such a good person passed away.

"Mom, how did the third uncle die, how could a good person die?"

My mother took a sip of tea and said, "Your third uncle is over 80 years old this year, maybe it's his birthday! I think your Aunt Chunhua must be sad to death!"

I nodded: "Yes, Aunt Chunhua will definitely not be able to accept this fact for a while." ”

The third uncle's name is Zhang Zhiwu, and he is a well-known good man in the local area. When I was young, I was a primary school Chinese teacher, and my grandfather and I were colleagues. On weekdays, it's good for students and family. After retirement, the government gave him a pension, and his life was worry-free.

He has two children, the eldest daughter Chunhua was married very early, and the younger son is named Zhang Zhiqiang. After his son got married, Zhang Zhiwu lived with his son, and later because he married a rude daughter-in-law, Zhang Zhiwu's life was not happy.

It is said that people are old, and they belong to the kind of level that people are annoyed by. Especially after his son took his daughter-in-law, he was thinking about Zhang Zhiwu's pension in disguise. Even, it will give people the illusion that Zhang Zhiwu's death is not a natural simple thought of death, but was killed by his son.

The next morning, the cold wind blew, giving people a chilly feeling. As I walked in the yard, I felt a cold chill coming from my face, which was the breath of a dead man. Zhang Zhiwu's funeral is about to begin.

Funeral is generally the biggest thing for the deceased, and the master of ceremonies will generally be invited to play the suona, and the person who is blown the suona will have the protection of Mr. Yin and Yang. In front of Mr. Yin and Yang, there are still people carrying the Lingtou sail, and behind the suona hand, there are four young and strong young men to carry the coffin. To carry the coffin, four people are necessary, this is our local rule, and the picture is stable.

Mr. Yin and Yang gave an order, and the person who played the suona began to play mourning, which means that the sacrificial ceremony began. According to Mr. Yin and Yang's scheduling, Zhang Zhiwu's son Zhang Zhiqiang walked in front of him carrying a spiritual sail made of bamboo poles and white cloth, and then he played suona and gongs, and for a while, the wailing sound spread throughout the village. Zhang Zhiqiang walked at the forefront, with a depressed face, and even left tears. As soon as this old man died, he didn't know where the inheritance he had saved was, and when he remembered his daughter-in-law's beating and scolding of him yesterday, Zhang Zhiqiang felt very unhappy. Now he has scolded the old man a hundred and eighty times in his heart.

Anyway, he is the old man's own son, and if this property is not left to himself, who else will he leave it. But it didn't leave it to him, which made Zhang Zhiqiang feel that he was redundant.

Since the old man retired, he has a pension of 4,000 yuan a month, which has been saved for ten years. The old man doesn't have any hobbies on weekdays, and he doesn't like to eat well. But when he asked his daughter-in-law about the money, he disappeared, which made Zhang Zhiqiang feel very annoyed.

That's 400,000, which is not a small number in rural areas. Zhang Zhiqiang thought, if his father doesn't give it, then I'll have a showdown. Who knew that his father still didn't give it, and in a fit of anger, Zhang Zhiqiang conspired with his wife to use the dimethoate in the countryside to kill his father. In order not to make people laugh, it can only be said that he died of illness.

Zhang Zhiwu is eighty years old, and when he says it, some people believe it. Coupled with Zhang Zhiqiang's superficial hard work, the people in the village really didn't doubt it. It's just that after Zhang Zhiwu's death, Zhang Zhiqiang rummaged through the cabinets and didn't find where the money was hidden, so he was very depressed. He cried, not because he felt sorry for his father's death, but because he felt sorry for the 400,000.

After coming to the expected cemetery, Mr. Yin and Yang Huang Gui walked in front of everyone and signaled everyone to stop blowing suona. He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone, in the village before, we couldn't worship the dead, so the mourning shed should be selected in the suburbs, and then we will start to build the mourning shed.

The so-called funeral shed, I have seen it several times. In our hometown, it is common to build a funeral tent to go to the burial place of the deceased. According to Mr. Yin Yang's words, the purpose of building a funeral shed here is to catch the dead breath of the deceased and contribute to the development of future generations.

When it comes to the shed, each region has its own special features. In our northeast, the mourning sheds are similar to the pattern of small temples, the volume is relatively small, although small, but the appearance is relatively light.