"Brother Fuchun, you worked so hard early in the morning, I'll help you take it."

Fu Chun handed the box to Sister Su and touched her hand, "Zisu, you can be careful, these are all silk threads that have just been brought back from Fuguang Temple." ”

Sister Su was very disgusted with Fuchun's behavior, but for the sake of the smooth progress of the plan, she could only endure it and agree with a fake smile.

When Fuchun went to call other maids, she quietly opened the box, took out the paper bag from the cuff, opened it gently, and the powder in the paper bag was sprinkled on the silk thread.

The treasure is the banner of the solemn Buddha and Bodhisattva, often decorated with all the treasures, when the water and land puja is held, placed next to the deceased's shrine, the top is like an umbrella, and the silk curtain hangs down all around, the cloth curtain is embroidered with eight treasure patterns, and the low end is hung with colorful tassels.

After a few maids repaired the two treasures with damaged patterns, Sister Su carefully inspected the other treasures, and silently applied the remaining powder in the paper package to the other six treasures.

On the day of May 7, early in the morning, the Zhou Mansion was very lively.

Fuchun arranged for the clever servants in Zhou's mansion to stand quietly at the venue where the water and land pujas were held and wait.

The person in charge of organizing the water and land festival is the third young master of the Zhou Mansion, Zhou Qingming, who mourned with tears in his eyes before the festival, which roughly means that the brothers of the Zhou Mansion are friendly and harmonious, and I hope that the eldest brother Zhou Jinming can enter the Elysium as soon as possible.

Sister Su stood in the crowd and quietly looked at Zhou Qingming's hypocritical face, with an imperceptible sneer on the corner of her mouth.

Obviously, he pretended to be the second young master to kill Zhou Jinming, but he was so hypocritical in front of Zhou Jinming's spirit, if Zhou Jinming knew about it, he would also jump out of the coffin and strangle him.

After Zhou Qingming finished acting, he saluted to the abbot of Fuguang Temple: "Master, everything today is handed over to the master." ”

The abbot recited Amitabha, "The third young master's compassion is perceptive, and the old man must do his best." ”

The treasure surrounds Zhou Jinming's mourning hall next to the shrine, a group of monks of Fuguang Temple chant in an orderly manner standing in the courtyard in front of the mourning hall, chanting sounds, wooden fish stones, copper chimes, drums, cymbals, handbells, the sound of the ritual is long and melodious.

More than an hour has passed, and the monks of Fuguang Temple have not finished their rituals.

Zhou Qingming looked at the slow appearance of the monks of Fuguang Temple, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: This group of bald donkeys, can you hurry up, Lao Tzu is standing here, how uncomfortable he feels!

He knew in his heart that his second brother Zhou Chenming was also at home at the moment, but his father deliberately arranged for him to preside over this festival regardless of the order of the eldest and youngest, because his false accusation was successful, which made his father suspicious of the second brother, so he made this arrangement.

Every time Zhou Qingming sees the portrait and spiritual position of his eldest brother Zhou Jinming, he can always think of his resentful eyes before he died, but in order to have a place in Master Zhou's heart, he can only preside over the water and land pujas one by one, and face Zhou Jinming's spiritual position again and again.

Fortunately, this is already the fifth puja, and there are two more times, and when the seventh and seventh day passes, it will be over.

Zhou Qingming's eyes were randomly looking at the crowd, and his gaze couldn't help but fall on Sister Su's face.

This girl looks really good, but it's a pity that she is the person in Aunt Song's room, if it is a girl in her own room, she can accompany herself at night, and she can also make her feel more comfortable.

But he thought about it, what is Aunt Song, just a play, what is the difference between her status in the Zhou family and a maid in the room, if she hadn't given birth to a young son, I'm afraid no one would remember that the Zhou family still has this woman.

Zhou Qingming secretly decided that when the eldest brother's Qiqi passed, he would find a way to get this girl.

Sister Su noticed Zhou Qingming's strange eyes, glanced at Zhou Qingming, and couldn't help but feel sick when she saw the obscene look on his face.

She couldn't help but look up at the sky, in the late autumn season, the sun's rays were not so strong, but it was enough for her plan to go smoothly, and she hoped that the water and land puja would go on more slowly.

Two hours passed, the sun was scorching in the sky, the temperature was hot, and the puja was final.

Guangguang, the abbot of Fuguang Temple, was constantly sweating in his head, and he saluted Zhou Qingming: "Third Young Master, please burn the scriptures we chanted in front of the spirit of the eldest young master, and the festival will be successfully completed." ”

Zhou Qingming waited for this time for a long time, picked up the scriptures and left, but was stopped by the abbot.

"Third Young Master, I put the eight treasures in front of the eldest young master's spirit, his soul has been nurtured by Buddhism at the moment, calm and stable, you need to be pious and quiet, don't disturb the soul of the eldest young master, so that he can go to the Elysium smoothly."

Zhou Qingming secretly scolded this old monk in his heart for having a lot of trouble, he came to the spirit with the scriptures in his hand, glanced at the photos on the mourning hall, and began to feel uneasy inexplicably.

The murderer gave the deceased a supernatural soul, can the deceased be at peace?

Zhou Qingming condensed his mind, how can there be a living person who is afraid of the dead? If there is really a soul asking for his life after death, the eldest brother will take him away long ago.

After comforting himself, he then lit the scriptures.

The temperature in front of Zhou Jinming's spirit rose sharply, and the eight treasures placed next to the divine throne instantly burned.

The sudden change made Zhou Qingming really startled, he didn't understand what was going on, the eight treasure buildings had turned into eight fireballs, the flames spread rapidly in the mourning hall, and the curtains, paper figures, and wreaths were all burning at the same time.

He shouted "fire fighting" and rushed out of the mourning hall.

The subordinates of the Zhou Mansion immediately rushed over with buckets and basins, and suddenly there was a lot of noise.

A good water and land puja can be ruined by an inexplicable fire.