The first seven, Jia Fu.

There is no moon tonight, and dark clouds are thick.

"Wencai, Qiusheng, go and set up the altar."

Li Yan, who put on the robe, was a little excited, just like the groom who was going to get married put on a suit, and suddenly felt that he was a lot more handsome.

"Uncle Shi, it's already set."

Wen Cai squinted at Li Yan and spoke.

"Nonsense, don't I have long eyes? Do you want to say it? Li Yan said in a loud voice.

"Uncle Shi, why did you put on a Taoist robe and look like Master?" Wen Cai was a little surprised.

Li Yan smiled "hehe" and said, "I'm not ...... Have you ever been addicted to your brother? ”

At this moment, in the mourning hall, Uncle Jiu, accompanied by Mrs. Jia and the housekeeper, slowly walked out.

Li Yan and the three of them hurriedly closed their mouths and didn't dare to say more.

I saw Uncle Nine holding his hand and saying: "Butler, after a while, my junior brother will open the altar, and you will let everyone in Jiafu go back to their rooms, no matter what happens outside, what sounds you hear, don't come out." ”

The housekeeper nodded hurriedly and said, "Uncle Nine, why is this?" ”

Uncle Nine sighed and said: "Master Jia has just died, his soul is still weak, if there are many people, then the yang is strong, and it is easy to collide with him, my master and apprentice have the Dao Law to protect themselves, so naturally they will not hurt him, Mrs. Jia is a woman, the main yin, and will not collide with Master Jia, but remember, except for Mrs. Jia, there can be no one else in Jia's mansion at the scene." ”

"Oh, okay, I'll do what Uncle Nine says."

After the butler finished speaking, he left.

In the mourning hall with white curtains, it was empty, and only Mrs. Jia was left.

Mrs. Jia's expression was a little solemn, as if she was a little overwhelmed.

She is a woman, and she only wants to see her dead husband in her heart, but at this moment, she has an inexplicable panic in her heart.

"Uncle Nine, what about me? What should I do? ”

Mrs. Jia looked at Uncle Nine and asked.

Uncle Jiu smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mrs. Jia, after a while, you will kneel in front of the mourning hall and burn paper money ingots, after my junior brother opens the altar, if Master Jia returns to his soul, we will give you half an hour of time, and in this half an hour, you can see Master Jia...... Of course, the white curtain in front of this door must be lowered, so that Master Jia will be frightened by the four of my master and apprentice. ”

"Okay, okay...... Everything obeys the orders of Uncle Nine......"

Mrs. Jia nodded repeatedly.

The white curtain in front of the door of the mourning hall was lowered to cover the entire mourning hall.

Faintly, I only saw Mrs. Jia's back, kneeling in front of the mourning hall to burn things.

Uncle Nine stepped forward and said to Li Yan: "Senior brother, the time is almost up, let's open the altar!" ”

"Okay."

Li Yan said, picked up the peachwood sword on the altar, and began to practice.

Uncle Jiu taught Li Yan this method yesterday, and it is not too difficult to operate.

Li Yan held a peachwood sword in one hand, picked up the yellow talisman with the other, burned it, and threw it in the iron basin in front of the altar, and then picked up a bell and began to shake it.

Bell bell bell ......

The crisp ringing of the bell resounded in the night sky, melodious and tactful, as if it could float far away.

Li Yan circled the altar and began to circle around, reciting a mantra in his mouth: ever-changing, one by one. One becomes three, and three Qi becomes. Three into five, five Qi Lingjun. The general of the north is a powerful god. Marshal Tianpeng, under the collar of Jiuyin. The Lord of the Nine Yins, follow the order. The six cave demon heads entered the heavenly palace together. In the Heavenly Palace, there are many ...... hells"

This spell, thief chief!

Li Yan memorized it for a whole night before he memorized it.

Uncle Nine said that when reciting the mantra, you must not get stuck, and the thing that forgets the words in the middle of the recitation must not happen, otherwise the ritual is likely to fail.

Uncle Nine stood with his hands in his hands, standing aside, bowing slightly.

Li Yan's growth, he sees it in his eyes, it seems that there is no white religion these days.

About half a pillar of incense has passed.

Call......

Outside, a fresh breeze suddenly blew.

This breeze, cold and cold, is somewhat unusual.

Li Yan returned to the altar, put down the bell in his hand, and said, "Wencai, Qiusheng, burn paper money." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

Wencai and Qiusheng took the paper money and walked outside the gate of Jia's house, one left and one right, and began to burn.

This rule is the same as the previous one, burning paper money is mainly to burn it to the ghost, so that it is convenient.

Generally speaking, even if ordinary people burn paper money ingots to ghosts, they will not accept them.

However, if the Taoist priest collects it for them, the ghosts will still be accommodating.

After all, this underworld is under the control of Emperor Xudu.

If Emperor Xudu belongs to the supreme administrator of the underworld, then the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth is at most an advisor, mainly to dissolve the karmic fire of tens of thousands of evil ghosts in hell.

"Uncle Shi, it's burned out."

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng returned to the courtyard and spoke.

Li Yan nodded, with a serious face, picked up the order flag on the table, and recited the incantation again, after reciting, the order flag burned and threw it into the iron basin.

Call......

Fires erupted.

After a while, I saw the fireworks that were burning, as if they were soaring, spinning in mid-air.

"Here we are."

Uncle Nine suddenly spoke.

The expressions of the four people present all became solemn and looked towards the mourning hall.

Through a layer of white veil, Mrs. Jia knelt there to burn things.

Every now and then there was one or two sobs.

In the deep night, a gust of wind suddenly blew, heading straight in the direction of the mourning hall, blowing the white veil at once.

Faintly, a shadow appeared in the upper part.

Master Jia is back.

Li Yan's spirit was shocked.

Master Jia stood not far from Mrs. Jia, looking at Mrs. Jia.

Through the white yarn, the shadows of the old couple are reflected on the white yarn.

Mrs. Jia, who was sobbing, seemed to notice something, her whole body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of Master Jia.

The moment she saw Master Jia, Mrs. Jia seemed to stop breathing, and the air seemed to be solidified.

Immediately after, in the blink of an eye, Mrs. Jia broke out into a wail and cried: "Master......"

Her whole body trembled, and she wanted to go towards Master Jia.

But Master Jia seemed to be afraid and stepped back a little.

This person who has just died, his soul consciousness has not yet been fully condensed, and he is very afraid of the popularity of the living.

Although Mrs. Jia is a woman and her yang energy is not heavy, she can still have an impact on Master Jia.

Mrs. Jia seemed to realize something, although she was sad in her heart, but for a while, she didn't dare to move forward, for fear of colliding with Master Jia.

Master Jia's body trembled, as if he was excited, and when he saw his wife again, even though he couldn't speak, he couldn't help but burst into tears, crying a little uncontrollably.

When the husband and wife meet again, it is a different way.

Li Yan and the four of them stood outside the courtyard, looking at the two figures in the mourning hall, and couldn't help sighing.