"You haven't eaten half a grain of rice for three meals, and you have to go downstairs for some gruel anyway." Yang Ruoqing said to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu said: "At this time, even if you don't eat for three days and don't feel hungry, Qing'er, don't force me, I really don't have an appetite." ”

Yang Ruoqing said: "If you don't eat breakfast, I won't take you over." ”

Xiaoyu frowned, no choice, so she had to follow Yang Ruoqing's arrangement and come to the hall downstairs.

In the hall, there were already many diners who had come to have morning tea and breakfast, and everyone was discussing the same thing.

Regarding the Ning family, it has been a hot topic in Qing'an County these days.

"Have you heard? The short-lived son of the Ning family, didn't he die violently in the early hours of yesterday morning, I heard that the ghost will not go away after death, and it will make a lot of noise! "Diner A.

"Huh? Is there such a thing? What's the trouble? Diner B asked curiously.

Diner A lowered his voice and said, "Haunted! ”

"What? Haunted? ”

"Well, it's haunted."

"I heard that last night, the whole Ning Mansion was jumping up and down, that's called a fierce one!"

"Oh, where are the ghosts in this world? Don't be alarmist, you're scared and your hairs stand on end! ”

"I'm not talking nonsense, my brother is on an errand in the inner courtyard of Ning Mansion, and he said it."

"I also heard that the housekeeper of Ningfu went to the temple on the outskirts of the county this day, I'm afraid I want to invite Abbot Cining to come to the town......"

"Abbot Cining? That's a high-ranking monk, and most of the official wives in the county believe in him. ”

"Even the abbot of Cining was alarmed, it can be seen how fierce this Ning Mansion was last night!"

"Can it not be fierce? That Ning Gongzi died without illness at such a young age, can this resentment not be serious? ”

"Hey, it's a pity for Ning Gongzi, but it's even more a pity for Miss Han, before she entered her husband's house, her husband died violently, hey!"

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned, embarrassed, and talked endlessly.

On this table, Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoyu also listened to it word for word.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiaoyu worriedly, only to see Xiaoyu's tears falling again.

"Brother Ning must have a lot of unwillingness to be like this, Qing'er, I'm going to see Brother Ning!" Xiaoyu cried.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Let's go, let's go over together." ”

This time, the three of them were blocked at the gate of the Ning family again.

"Why don't you let us go in and mourn?" Xiaoyu asked anxiously, "Didn't Tang Yanzi show the token representing his identity?" Why aren't you allowed in? ”

Yang Ruoqing comforted Xiaoyu: "It's not specifically for us, it's that all people can't go in." ”

When Luo Fengtang heard this, he hurriedly took over the conversation: "Yes, the housekeeper told me before, Abbot Cining is in the house, and the funeral matter has to be postponed, and relatives and friends will be notified later." ”

"I've arrived at this door, but I still can't see Brother Ning, Brother Ning ......"

Xiaoyu's eyes were dark, and she almost fainted again, but fortunately, Yang Ruoqing held her in time.

"Let's go back first, and then wait for news." Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaoyu shook her head, "I'm not going back, I'll wait here for ......"

"There's not even an inn on the side of the road, so if you just stand at the corner of this street and wait, you'll get sick." Yang Ruoqing persuaded.

Xiaoyu shook her head.

What about being sick? It's good to be dead......

Yang Ruoqing persuaded again, but Xiaoyu still didn't leave.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice, so she had to let Luo Fengtang drive the carriage over and accompany Xiaoyu to sit in the carriage and wait.

On the opposite side, the gate of the Ning Mansion remained closed until dark......

Xiaoyu has been sitting in the carriage, looking at the gate of Ning Mansion, looking at it stupidly, the whole person is like a fool.

In Ningfu, sorrow and fear are like an invisible shroud over the house.

Under the corridor, the white lanterns swayed in the night breeze.

A gust of wind came, the white banner cloth danced wildly, casting hideous shadows on the ground and walls, and a thick breath of death hit, and the entire Ning Mansion was like a ghost-infested hell.

The maids and the family did not dare to walk alone, and at this time, in the mourning hall, in an extremely depressing atmosphere, the cries of the women sounded so sad and sad.

"Su'er, my son......"

"You're so ruthless, white-haired people send black-haired people, how can you let your mother live? My son......"

Mrs. Ning sat by the coffin of the golden silk nanmu and cried into tears.

slapped the coffin with both hands, and couldn't persuade the daughters around him.

"Mother, my brother's fortune is shallow, this is also his creation, and we can't do it!"

"Mother, you have to mourn and change, take care of your body, my brother is gone, if you have another good one, how can we be good......"

"The eldest sister is right, mother, you can't cry anymore, grandmother and her old man can't stand this blow anymore and falls ill."

"My brother's death, my mother has to be in charge, if my mother falls ill again, how can it be good?"

Several of the ladies wept and persuaded, and looked at the coffin of the only brother, and the women wept together.

"Madam, sir, I am accompanying Abbot Cining to the mourning hall." The butler hurried in to deliver the word.

Mrs. Ning and the others quickly wiped away their tears and got up and let them go to the side of the mourning hall.

Soon, a middle-aged man came in with a monk dressed as a monk.

Behind the two, there were also two small novices.

After entering the mourning hall, no one spoke, and the monk went straight to the coffin, pacing lotus steps around the coffin.

Then he stretched out his hand and stroked the coffin, his chin squinted, and his mouth said something as if he were chanting some incantation.

In the mourning hall, no one dared to make the slightest noise, and everyone stared at the monk without blinking.

Even Mrs. Ning stopped crying.

After a few moments, the monk withdrew his hand and paced back to the middle of the mourning hall.

Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning glanced at each other, and the couple hurriedly ran over.

Lord Ning folded his hands and bowed to the monk in front of him: "Master Cining, look at Xiao'er's ......"

Master Cining raised his hand and recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha, Ling Gongzi's wish has not been fulfilled, so the ghost will not be gone." ”

"Unfulfilled?"

Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning glanced at each other and looked at each other.

Master Ci Ning continued: "Ling Gongzi died of no illness and died young, and because he had parents and grandmothers, this is his karmic debt. ”

"When a person dies, if he wants to go to the mortal realm, he needs to pay off his karmic debts. If the obsession is not eliminated and the ghost is not gone, you will not be able to go where you should go, and you will stay in this yang world. ”

"After a long time, Yu's family is restless, and it is really unfavorable to himself."

"Lonely souls and wild ghosts, wandering by the Nai He Bridge, suffering from the rain and wind."

"Unwilling to be reincarnated is extremely disadvantageous to the descendants of the entire family."

After hearing Ci Ning's words, Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning were dumbfounded.