At this time, Ma Zhanshan took a thermos on the cabinet and poured two cups of boiling water, one was handed to Lan Di and placed on the kang, and one was handed to Tao Zhenkun.

"I'm not thirsty, drink it." Tao Zhenkun owed a debt, a little honestly afraid, and didn't pick up the small porcelain cup. He sat on the edge of the kang and didn't really sit down.

Randy asked, "Your father has been sick for the past few months, why didn't you think to come and see it?"

"My dad is really sick, so he's-"

"Whether it is a real illness or a fake illness, Guanyin Bodhisattva is a hanging pot to help the world and all sentient beings. If you come early to see, there is only good and no harm, maybe there is a way to cure, how can you know if you don't try, if that's the case, otherwise how can you still have your period and die early!"

Tao Zhenkun was shocked when he heard this, and he was skeptical of her omnipotent words. If she really has a magic trick to cure all kinds of diseases, then how can she hide in this remote mountain village and not go out to make a living by treating diseases and making a lot of money? He also mentioned this matter, but was rejected by his stubborn father. Until now that his father is gone, he will think that his father seems to have never cared too much about his condition, or that he has an attitude of waiting for death, and he doesn't know why? Is it just that he thinks that this disease cannot be cured, or is he afraid that he will waste money and worry about dragging down his family? At this time, he thought that since his father was sick, he did not cooperate with the treatment with a positive attitude, he seemed to face life and death calmly and optimistically, but in fact, he may be pessimistic and desperate in his heart!

"If that's the case, it's too late!" Tao Zhenkun couldn't help but tears and sadness, and he couldn't help but regret it.

The words that my father used to say from time to time were: "Every family offers Bodhisattvas, but mud tires don't speak." There is no answer to a hundred questions, and it is in vain!"

As for superstition, at this time he does not know whether it can be trusted or not.

Is it true that a mortal person in the flesh can communicate with the gods?

Immortals, invisible and intangible, do they really exist?

It's like an unsolvable mystery -

When he left the Ma family, Tao Zhenkun could no longer suppress his grief, and uncontrollable tears flowed wantonly on his face. He didn't even dare to look back at Ma Zhanshan and Landi, the couple who sent him out of the gate. What about Chito? He didn't know where he was hiding, and he didn't want to show up again.

The sun shone brightly on the snow, and the clear sky seemed to drive away the thick haze that had lingered in the smoke clouds for days. When the sky is opened, people can see the sun's smiling face that seems to have been lost for a long time.

He walked back along the winding path that everyone had trodden on, almost hidden in the snow, and the laughter of children could be heard not far away. He just glanced at a few boys and girls playing in the snow, as if the joy of the New Year had brought them immense happiness.

And what about him at this time?

But he couldn't understand the feelings of the children at all, and his heart was immersed in the pain of losing his father!

In addition, the sensational words of the immortal family were still lingering in his ears, making him feel uneasy.

At the Ma family, he was a little anxiously waiting for the arrival of the immortals.

Seeing Lan Di sitting cross-legged on the kang, first yawned, then stretched his arms and drew a circle in the air before placing it on his chest, and at the same time there was a gurgling sound of bone joints all over his body, and the expression on his face seemed to be a different person. She coughed lightly, her eyes were serious and sharp, and she glanced at him and Ma Zhanshan with some coldness, and then she smiled slightly, as charming as a young girl, and sang quietly:

"I am the flower boy in front of the South China Sea Guanyin Bodhisattva, what is the matter with me?"

"I-"

"Say whatever you want." Ma Zhanshan on the side said to Tao Zhenkun.

Tao Zhenkun was not good at words in front of others, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but he regretted that it was better to let Liu Xingmei come.

"I-I-"

"You Arhat, please have something to say." The immortal family is still singing, and the voice is euphemistic and beautiful.

"My father died on Chinese New Year's Eve, trouble the fairy aunt to help calculate, but is there any obstacle? Also, when is the funeral time good?"

"Please report your father's birthday, and I will calculate a hexagram for him to solve the doubts in your heart?"

Tao Zhenkun truthfully said his father's birthday, and said: "He died in the coffin by himself, so he doesn't know the exact time."

The fairy girl didn't ask anything more, so she pinched her fingers and counted it.

Tao Zhenkun also heard the previous words clearly, saying that his father's fate in this life was bumpy, and there were many disasters and difficulties, but he didn't seem to understand the next words, what kind of mistakes and mistakes, in short, he could hear that it was not a good thing. Ma Zhanshan, who seemed to be respectful, explained in detail on the side, so that he could clearly understand. When he heard the prisoner's call, it was enough to make his heart tremble. Hurriedly knelt on the ground and asked for a solution, and kowtowed again and again.

It is important that the dead die, and that the living do not live in peace. If no matter who has misfortune on the mother, him and Liu Xingmei, then this already crippled family will be over.

Under his sincere plea, almost tearfully, the fairy girl finally said that there was a solution, but it only needed a charm and the blood of the black dog and the white rooster, and it was better to go out of the funeral sooner rather than later.

He was relieved to hear this.

In the end, it was decided, and when all the required things were done, it would be handled by Landi tomorrow.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws. In the face of death, everyone is equal and there is no escape. Dying young, dying with hatred, unfulfilled ambitions, white hair and black hair, and not being able to enjoy old age are all human tragedies. What is even more tragic and terrible is that after the death of a person, there are people who have died in the family one after another, which makes it even worse, like purgatory on earth, which makes people grieving. Committing a call is also the most difficult to resolve in the Void Law Realm. Let those who hear it be frightened, and those who experience it will be tormented. This is the "call", which is like death infection. It is very terrible, and whoever commits it will not be far from death. For example, when a person dies, the last breath he exhales before dying is called 'suffering' by Feng Shui masters, and Tibetan tantra calls it 'death qi'. As soon as this breath falls on someone, it is called a foul. Whoever dies, relatives and friends, and Mr. Feng Shui are afraid to call it. Therefore, please use drawing charms, black dog blood, white rooster blood and other evil things to dispel evil spirits. There is also a saying that the inside call refers to the involvement of the deceased's family, and the external call implicates the neighbors.

The exhalation god in the exhalation is one of the three evil gods, which is in charge of the death of the human world, and is called the three evil gods together with the plague god and the ghost mother god. Before the deceased dies or during the funeral process of the family members, it is extremely easy to collide with the exhalation nerves. As long as you hit the exhalation, then there will be a situation of snorting.