Sanqing and his entourage left Shizi Village, first went back to the thin man's house, and after a short rest, they took the guy and set off to Wuzhen.

When I arrived in Wuzhen, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was close to dinner time. Since it was not yet dark and he couldn't do anything, Sanqing took the soldiers and the thin man to walk around the market in Wuzhen. In the end, I found a shop and bought some incense, candles, and paper money.

"Master, what are we going to do with these things!" After walking out of the shop, the thin man asked Sanqing curiously.

"That old man has been in the world for many years in order to wait for me, and now that this matter is understood, I should overtake him and let him rest in peace. Besides, we went to open the coffin and get things with the consent of the old man, not to rob the tomb, so we should burn incense and worship as usual, right?" Sanqing replied, and when he said the latter, he glanced at the soldier, and the soldier nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I see!" Hearing Sanqing say this, the thin man suddenly realized that he should indeed do this.

Then the group of three returned to the market, found a nearby restaurant and had a casual meal, and after dealing with it, they came to Wenxiang again, the home of the old man who bought books.

"Old man, we're bothering you again!" After walking into the courtyard, Sanqing greeted the room where the old man's posthumous photo was placed, but the old man did not show up and did not respond.

"I'm not here to ask questions this time, I'm just thinking that you've stayed in the world for so long, and now that the matter that has shackled you is over, I just want to put incense on you, recite a mantra of death, and send you on the road with peace of mind!" Sanqing said as he walked towards the room, stopped in front of the door, and took out three incense sticks.

The soldier stepped forward and handed the lighter to Sanqing, who took the lighter, and when he lit the incense and saw that it was about to be lit, suddenly a gust of wind blew out of the house and extinguished the flames.

"The old man still has something to explain!" Seeing this, Sanqing knew that it was the old man who did it, so he asked.

As soon as Sanqing's voice fell, a yin wind blew here again, but this time it was not blown out of that house, but a gust of wind from the courtyard that blew towards the room where the old man put his book, and directly blew the door of the room open.

"You want me to borrow a step to speak?" Sanqing said softly as he glanced at the half-open door, then turned and walked to the room where the book was kept. After entering the house, a gust of wind passed through the house, slamming the door shut, and the room instantly became dark.

"Okay, now it's just you and me, you can say anything!" Sanqing waited for a while and still didn't see the old man appear or speak, so he opened his mouth to say this.

"I know I should go, but there's something I can't let go!" said the old man, who stood in the corner of the room, bowed his head and whispered.

"If there's anything you can't put down, tell me, I'll do it for you!" Sanqing said in a deep voice.

"I know you still have a lot of important things to do, and I'm just thinking about mentioning it to you. The old man walked up to Sanqing, shook his head and said.

"You say!"

"You know, I don't have any relatives in my life, and even if that kid from Rainbow is my only relative, I naturally hope he is well. Speaking of this, the old man You Tingting came down and looked at Sanqing.

After Sanqing nodded to show that he understood the old man's feelings, the old man continued to speak: "During the day, I saw that the child had a sad face, as if he had encountered something, and it was not easy to ask. So I secretly calculated it, who knew that it was my grave that was in conflict with his numerology, and it was going to bring him bad luck!"

"Do you mean to let me move the land for you?" Hearing this, Sanqing probably understood what was going on, so he asked tentatively.

"It's too much trouble, just put a few knives on the lid of my coffin and cut a few cuts when you're done with your things!" replied the old man at once, as if he had already thought of a plan to deal with it.

"Why do you mean this?" asked Sanqing suspiciously.

"My place is not a good place, but it is not bad, but the boy accidentally killed a mouse when he was digging a pit, and the mouse was rotten and smelly in the tomb, and gave birth to some mildew, which could not be dispersed in the tomb, so it was sucked away by the coffin. Let you split the lid of the coffin, just to let go of the mold!" said the old man softly.

"Write it down, is there anything else?" Sanqing nodded, and then asked.

"Anything else, you can help me donate these books to the school or something, if it's too troublesome, just set it on fire, and you will have the opportunity to go to the provincial capital in the future to see the rainbow for me!" the old man thought about it and said.

"I have also written down these two things, old man, don't worry, you will definitely live up to your trust!" Sanqing said in a deep voice.

"Then thank you!Okay, don't waste your time!You can send me away quickly, I don't know what that place looks like, is there eighteen layers of hell as written in the book, the king of the ten halls of Yama......" The old man said faintly, slowly dissipating.

Sanqing opened the door and walked back to the courtyard, the soldier stood there straight and waited, and the thin man stretched his ears as if listening to the conversation between Sanqing and the old man, and saw Sanqing suddenly walk out, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"What did you hear?" Sanqing glanced at the thin man, and then asked softly.

"Didn't hear anything, didn't hear anything!" the thin man quickly denied.

"Really, I'll leave the books in the room to you to deal with!" Sanqing smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and then said.

"Ahh

"Can't burn!" Sanqing said in a deep voice.

"Didn't the old man say that if you don't have any time, you will have less work?" When the thin man heard Sanqing say that he couldn't burn, he immediately widened his eyes and asked suspiciously.

"Still haven't heard anything?" Hearing this, Sanqing immediately narrowed his eyes and stared at the thin man and asked pretending to be angry.

"Me!" the thin man quickly covered his mouth when he saw that he had missed something.

"Okay, I don't care if you donate it to the library or to the school, but you just can't burn it!" Seeing that the thin man was crawling, Sanqing took the opportunity to give a big order.

"Got it!" replied the thin man, extremely aggrieved.

After explaining the book, Sanqing walked back to the door of the house where he visited the old man's posthumous photo, took out the lighter again, and successfully lit the three incense sticks in his hand. After lighting the incense, he respectfully bowed three times to the pictures in the house, and then went into the house, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and lit two new candles. Under the light of the candlelight, Sanqing saw the old man sitting on the chair next to him, his face serene.

"Thin man, burn some paper money!" Sanqing said in a deep voice, and then began to recite the mantra of death.

The thin man got the order of Sanqing, so he squatted in the yard and burned the paper money prepared in advance.

"You split into two piles and burn!" said the GI as he suddenly walked over to the thin man.

"Why?" asked the thin man, curious.

"A bunch of errands for leading people on the road, a bunch of guys for blocking the road!" said the GI coldly.

Hearing the soldier say this, the thin man couldn't help but shudder, and then hurriedly found a wooden stick, pushed aside the paper money that had been lit with a raging flame, divided it into two piles, and added some paper money to each of the two piles.

Inside the house, the old man slowly dissipated in the sound of Sanqing's incantation, and finally turned into a gust of wind, blowing outside the house, blowing out the two fires in front of the thin man.

(End of chapter)