Director Huang is the policeman in the town, and if there is an accident in the mayor's house, he naturally can't be idle, so he runs here before and after, and keeps calling everyone to do things, I have to say, rich people are different, this troupe is here, the Taoist priest of the Taoist temple is here, and even the person who sings filial piety has come six or seven, fortunately, the house is big enough to accommodate so many people to stay there at the same time.

A few of Wang Junjie's friends didn't expect that they had only been here for two days, and such an incident happened to Wang Junjie's family, but fortunately, Wang Junjie was fine, otherwise, it would have been too big a blow to the mayor.

"Mayor Wang, people can't be resurrected after death, you have to take care of your body! We are all waiting for you to take us out of poverty and become rich," a middle-aged man dissuaded.

"Yes, since it happened, it doesn't help us to be sad, you and your son, where he has been kneeling for a day, this is not a way to eat or drink."

Mayor Wang took a long breath, and then sighed, "My daughter-in-law is anxious, she used to quarrel, and she was fine, but I didn't expect it to be like this, which made everyone laugh."

"Hey, who doesn't have a parent, what's there to laugh at," a middle-aged woman said busily.

"Town, you go and persuade the child, where he has been kneeling for a day, if he goes on like this, he will collapse his body."

After listening to the enlightenment of several people, Mayor Wang looked at his son who was kneeling, thought about it for a while, but did not step forward immediately, but found someone to call a few of Wang Junjie's friends over and asked them to enlighten Wang Junjie.

After all, the ugliness of the family cannot be publicized, and of course his son himself knows that with the temper of the other party, if he tries to dissuade him, he is afraid that he will quarrel with the other party, so there are some things that it is better to communicate after a while.

"Mayor of the town, Xiao Yu has already called, he said that there is no time to come over in the past two days, do you think we are waiting, or let the Eight Immortal Nunnery Dao people in the town come to visit?"

"Don't worry about it first, these chanting Taoist priests are from the Eight Immortals, presumably there is nothing to do, I just ask for peace of mind, okay, you can also go and rest, this has been busy for a day."

The night is getting darker, the people who come to mourn are gradually fewer, the weather is unusually dry and cold tonight, even if you sit in the house, you can feel the cool air that blows on your face, the edge of the dark coffin, full of paper people and paper sedan chairs sent, the gold and silver mountains are piled up in a corner, with the cold wind pouring in, those paper people are like rootless duckweed, blown down all over the ground.

On the small offering table under the coffin, there are two candlesticks, and there is a black and white photo in the middle of the candlestick, which is the posthumous photo of Mayor Wang's daughter-in-law, but it is obviously something from a long time ago, because the woman in the photo is a little different from what Xiao Yu saw before, because the hair decoration of the two is different, and the person in the photo has a very happy smile.

Under the red candle, a black and white photo looks a little weird, because red is a happy event, white is a mourning, and now red and white things are all together.

The so-called red and white happy event, although people say that it is a good thing, but it also varies from person to person, if the old man has reached the end of his life, then after they die, it represents rebirth, naturally it is a happy event, you can use red candles, but if it is a person who dies in vain, then this is not a happy event.

The so-called, red joy and white mourning in the same room, the little ghost does not go to accompany his mother, the little ghost in this sentence is naturally talking about a child who died in vain, and it also represents the person who has died in vain, and the daughter-in-law of Mayor Wang, is regarded as a person who died in vain.

Suddenly, on the offering table in front of the coffin, there was a gust of wind for no reason, this wind was not strong, it should be the appearance of an adult breathing, and this was a weak wind, which actually made the two candles on the offering table go out at the same time, and the candles went out, leaving a wisp of green smoke, which drifted in the room, which attracted the attention of the spirit for a while.

"The wind was strong enough that the candles were blown out."

A man got up, lit two candles with a lighter, and then knelt on the ground again, holding the paper money in his hand and said, "Sister, I know that you died unjustly, this is all fate, you didn't listen to your parents at the beginning, it will become like this!" Fortunately, Junjie is older, you don't have to worry about it, just go where you should go."

As he spoke, the man whimpered, with a hint of sadness in his voice, but as a man, he would not howl like a woman, so he could only kneel and sob, his body trembling, and let the tears fall into the brazier.

At this time, the wind on the side of the coffin was blown out again, but this time after the candle was blown out, two drops of wax oil fell from the candle, just falling on the corner of the woman's eyes in the black and white photo, the wax oil slipped off, like the person in the photo, fell two lines of blood and tears, with a great grievance, and there was nowhere to defend.

The man wept for a while, wiped away his tears, kowtowed and stood up, but saw that the candle had gone out again, and immediately lit it again, but it was lit here and extinguished there, as if someone was playing tricks on him.

After lighting it five or six times in a row, the candle was finally lit, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to walk away, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the black and white photo, and for a while his hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but tremble, "Sister, don't scare me, you know I'm timid."

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, come and have a look," the man shouted to the Taoist who was chanting.

This shout attracted the attention of many people for a while, and they all rushed to this side, and when they saw the black and white photo, they couldn't help but be shocked, and the timid ones hurriedly retreated.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, it's just candle oil, don't be afraid," the Taoist picked up the photo, wiped off the wax on it, and explained to everyone.

The Taoist's voice fell, and the candle suddenly went out again, and at this time, the whole room fell silent, and after everyone was silent for a while, someone finally exclaimed, "Haunted....".

The Taoist man's face was not good at this time, and he was busy shaking the coffin and said, "The cause and effect in this life are determined in the previous life, don't be persistent, let's go earlier."

After speaking, the Taoist picked up the gossip mirror and a stack of charms on the altar, pressed them on the coffin, and then took out the match, chanted words in his mouth, and lit the candle again, this time the candle was not extinguished, but the candlelight of the candle slowly turned into a faint green.

Green candlelight, no matter how stupid people are, they also know that there must be something wrong with this, so many people began to flee here in a hurry, especially some with children, chanting all the Buddhas in the sky, for fear that their children would be found by things that are not in a hurry.

Of course, Mayor Wang had already gotten the news, but now he had no choice but to put his hope on a few Taoists.

As for the Taoist priests, the moment they saw the green candlelight, they knew that their talisman could not suppress the soul on the corpse, so someone immediately went to the Taoist temple and asked their master to come out.

The Taoist Temple of the Eight Immortals is the largest Taoist temple in the vicinity, there are more than 30 Taoist people in it, and the owner of the temple is an old man in his sixties, he is a native of the local, because the Eight Immortal Temples are run by him, so in these ten miles and eight towns, they basically know him occasionally.

After listening to a few disciples, the old master hurriedly came to Mayor Wang's house and began to spend his soul over, I have to say that the old master had two times, at least after he came, the candle had changed to its original color.