According to what Mao 19 said, Meng Pingsheng was ready to be buried three days later, but Mao 19 did not come as promised, and Meng Pingsheng had no choice but to go to the Taoist temple again.

Meng Pingsheng, who came to the Taoist temple, saw Wen Hao alone in the Taoist temple, and was a little surprised: "Little master, where is Master Mao?" ”

When Wen Hao saw Meng Pingsheng, he was quite tired of this person, but he still said patiently: "Master has passed away."

When Meng Pingsheng heard this, he looked at him with incredulity: "I passed away, how could it be?" "Meng Pingsheng didn't believe that Mao Nineteen had passed away, after all, he was fine three days ago.

Wen Hao knew Meng Pingsheng's intention, looking at Meng Pingsheng, Wen Hao said: "The family teacher has indeed passed away, what I promised you, I will complete it for the master"

Meng Pingsheng had a hint of doubt, but soon smiled again: "Then there is Little Master Lao, as for the remuneration promised to your master, it will be a lot of money, and all of it will be given to you."

Wen Hao nodded: "When I pack up my things, I will go with you" For half an hour, Wen Hao carried the yellow cloth bag that Mao Shijiu often carried, and followed Meng Pingsheng to Hezi Village, Xixiang.

When he came to the outside of the Meng family ancestral hall, it was almost noon, Wen Hao looked at the coffin that was still placed on the lawn, and sighed: "The evil qi is cleared, but it's a pity that the master is gone, I just don't know what about that kind of evil person?" ”

Wen Hao's muttering was not loud, and Meng Pingsheng didn't pay attention to it, he looked at Wen Hao and asked, "Little master, if you want to do something after lunch, what do you think?" ”

Wen Hao nodded: "It's noon now, it's time for dinner, after lunch, find someone to carry the coffin into the ancestral hall, the ritual will be done in the ancestral hall, and after the ritual is done, your daughter-in-law will be sent up the mountain tomorrow."

Meng Pingsheng listened to Wen Hao's words, and immediately went to arrange, although Wen Hao in front of him was still too immature, but Meng Pingsheng couldn't find a suitable Taoist priest for a while, so he had to have the mentality of giving it a try.

Lunch was very simple, some home-cooked food, after lunch, Meng Pingsheng once again brought the young man who carried the coffin before, and asked them to help carry the coffin into the ancestral hall, and at the same time agreed to carry the coffin up the mountain the next day.

Originally, all the relatives and friends sent the deceased away together, but now that the daughter-in-law of the Meng family has changed, Meng Pingsheng only wants to solve this matter quickly.

Wen Hao came to the ancestral hall, walked directly to the altar, took out the peach wood sword he brought, and began to circle around the coffin, while circling in a circle, reciting the excessive scriptures in his mouth.

According to the process of transcendence, Wen Hao completed it step by step, and in the end only the vigil remained, and that night Wen Hao asked Meng Pingsheng to keep vigil in the ancestral hall with himself.

At more than 11 o'clock in the evening, the villagers of Hezi Village in Xixiang also fell asleep one after another, and the scorching heat of the day in the ancestral hall dissipated.

The wind blew in from the gate of the ancestral hall, and the cloth around the altar was hunted by the sudden yin wind.

Meng Pingsheng, who was a little drowsy, suddenly felt chills all over his body, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Hao with his back to the altar at the moment, staring at the door of the ancestral hall with his eyes.

"Meng Pingsheng, you really do it, you dare to break your promise, and dare to find someone to deal with me, with Taoist practices, can you bury the corpse smoothly? Ha ha! It's a pity that your wishful thinking is wrong," a figure walked into the ancestral hall outside the door.

Meng Pingsheng heard the voice of the visitor, and his whole body trembled: "Wang... King... Mr. Wang doesn't... Don't get me wrong, I'm going to bury my daughter-in-law and give you money."

Mr. Wang, who walked into the ancestral hall, did not pay attention to Meng Pingsheng, but looked at Wen Hao: "What, you have to stand up for him"

Wen Hao looked at Mr. Wang and said coldly, "Are you a kind of evil person? The person who fights with my master is you" Hearing Wen Hao's words, Mr. Wang's eyes instantly became extremely cold.

Wen Hao didn't show weakness, and looked at Mr. Wang with fierce momentum in his eyes: "I was going to bother to find you, but since you sent it to the door, I will settle the account with you."

Although Wen Hao is not proficient in spells, but in the Taoist Temple for six years, he has practiced extremely agile skills, just when Wen Hao's words fell, Wen Hao moved, and a peachwood sword quickly attacked Mr. Wang.

When Mr. Wang saw it, he sneered: "Your master has lost to me, do you think you can beat me?" ”

As he spoke, Mr. Wang raised his hands, formed his palms with his hands, and struck with both palms, clamping Wen Hao's peachwood sword, and then Mr. Wang puffed out a puff of black smoke and went straight to Wen Hao's door.

Wen Hao hurriedly pulled back the peachwood sword and did a backflip, avoiding the black smoke on one side of his body, "If you have good skills, you don't know how to learn spells" Mr. Wang looked at Wen Hao coldly.

If it is a spell, Wen Hao will definitely not be able to compare to this Mr. Wang, this person can fight with Mao Nineteen, and kill Mao Nineteen, how can Wen Hao be his opponent.

Thinking of this, Wen Hao resolutely refused to give Mr. Wang a chance to use spells, and when he saw that Mr. Wang was about to take the talisman, Wen Hao rushed up again, but when Mr. Wang saw Wen Hao rushing over, he just smiled and disappeared.

"Damn, invisibility talisman" Wen Hao carried the peachwood sword and stood on guard, while Meng Pingsheng on the side was already so frightened that his legs were weak and he sat on the ground.

Wen Hao looked at Meng Pingsheng and scolded angrily: "I'm afraid of a ball, hurry up and get a stick and smash it everywhere for me, I still don't believe it, I can't smash that bastard."

Just as Wen Hao was speaking, a firelight appeared, coming straight to Wen Hao's back, and Meng Pingsheng shouted loudly: "Little master, fire, fire"

Wen Hao reacted immediately, and one sideways avoided the incoming flames, and rushed towards the place where the flames came out with a peachwood sword.

It's a pity that the peachwood sword stabbed into the air, and there was a loud "bang", and the basin with cinnabar on the altar was knocked to the ground, Wen Hao saw this and said loudly: "Old man Meng, you guard the coffin"

Although Meng Pingsheng was afraid, he knew that if Wen Hao in front of him was defeated, he was afraid that he would be more auspicious, or his future life would not be peaceful.

For the sake of the future, Meng Pingsheng fought hard, rushed to the side of the coffin with a wooden stick, and swept around.

"Old thing, tired of life" The sound came out, a white scary hand stretched out to Meng Pingsheng, and Meng Pingsheng was so frightened that he ran towards the wall.

Wen Hao turned around and rushed over, facing the white terrifying hand is a sword, the peachwood sword has no effect on ordinary people, but it is the nemesis of evil and spells.

As soon as the peachwood sword touched the white terrifying hand, green smoke rose in an instant, and the owner of that hand screamed in pain and appeared in front of Wen Hao and Meng Pingsheng.

Wen Hao said angrily: "Master, my first Fa Event, you came to make trouble, this is looking for death" The words fell, and Wen Hao rushed to Mr. Wang again.

At this moment, Mr. Wang was a little numb on the spot because of the pain in his arm, and was kicked in the back by Wen Hao, who rushed over.

I only heard a "bang", Mr. Wang's forehead and the coffin came into close contact, the pain in the forehead outweighed the arm, and also made Mr. Wang get up in a bone, pointing at Wen Hao and scolding angrily: "You wait, you wait, I won't let you go"

"Master, I'm waiting for you, how about the spell, Master, I won't give you a chance to cast a spell, and you still threaten me, if you can't go today, you can still say it" Wen Hao said indifferently.

When Mr. Wang saw Wen Hao who was about to rush over again, he hurriedly took out a talisman and quickly recited the incantation, and after the spell was finished, the light flashed, and Mr. Wang disappeared into the ancestral hall.

Wen Hao with a mocking expression: "Run, next time you won't have such good luck" Wen Hao turned to look at Meng Pingsheng and said: "Okay, that guy ran away, it's almost dawn now, rest for a while, after dawn, find someone to carry the coffin up the mountain"

Meng Pingsheng listened and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, little master, will that person come again?" "How do I know, but your mess is not so simple, my master is because of this, the other party is definitely not as simple as a surname Wang" Wen Hao looked at Meng Pingsheng and said seriously.

Meng Pingsheng looked at Wen Hao with a serious face, stopped talking, and shook his head: "After the burial tomorrow, I will settle the balance for the little master, and I will go back and arrange it first."

Maybe I feel that Wen Hao is still young, and there are some things that people of Wen Hao's age can participate in.

Wen Hao looked at the departing Meng Pingsheng, and said in his heart: If you don't say it, I can also find out, although I am not good at drawing talismans, but there is still a master who left a talisman, and when the time comes, as long as you divinate a hexagram, you can know everything.

Thinking of this, Wen Hao wrapped a few strands of Meng Pingsheng's hair in yellow paper and stuffed them into his clothes pocket.

At more than seven o'clock in the morning, Meng Pingsheng came to the ancestral hall and said to Wen Hao: "Little master, go to eat breakfast first, and after breakfast, let's carry the coffin up the mountain and bury."

Wen Hao nodded, and followed Meng Pingsheng to have breakfast, and after breakfast, the six young people from before were invited by Meng Pingsheng to carry the coffin again.

There was no sound of firecrackers along the way, only the sound of Wen Hao chanting scriptures and spilling paper money.

An hour later, at the burial site, six young men placed the coffin in the pit they had dug earlier, then closed the soil and piled it up into a small bag.

Wen Hao lit incense and candles at the head of the tomb, and burned some ingots and paper money, and asked Meng Pingsheng to worship, and the tomb was hastily completed.

After the tomb ended, Meng Pingsheng paid the final payment as promised, Wen Hao knew about this matter and asked Meng Pingsheng this guy, but he couldn't ask the reason at all, so he accepted the final payment and returned to the Taoist temple.