Due to the lack of a variety of flowers, the whole hall was quiet, and no one spoke, all thinking about where to find Luo Widow.

After about half an hour of silence, I saw that the sky gradually flashed a trace of fish belly white, none of us thought of a way, and finally Lao Wang gritted his teeth and said: "After postponing the funeral, I will go to the county seat to find Luo Widow." ”

"Nonsense, the deceased died on the seventh day of the first month, and the hour cannot be postponed." Qing Xuanzi glared at Lao Wang.

"Then you say Chang Ko Ban Lak? It's not a way to do it like this! As he spoke, Lao Wang took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, and said, "It's almost six o'clock, and there is no more Luo Widow. ”

As soon as he said this, the Qing Xuanzi didn't speak, just sighed and looked at me, as if asking me if there was a way.

I shook my head at him, meaning I couldn't help it.

The scene fell silent again, and the women, the eight immortals, and all kinds of people on the left side of the hall gradually woke up.

"What's the matter? What's the deal? Lao Wang was anxiously pacing around the hall, muttering these words all the time.

"Why don't you find a woman to replace Luo Widow?" I asked Qing Xuanzi tentatively.

"No way!" Qing Xuanzi glanced at me and said, "Widow Luo lingers in the men's pile all the year round, and there is a breath on his body, but ordinary women don't get it, if ordinary women are replaced, not only is it useless, but the woman will also invite trouble." ”

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, how can I do it?" Lao Wang muttered.

"It's very simple, let the old man come!"

At this moment, a strong voice came from outside the hall, and I looked up to see that it was Mr. Fan, a paper-binding worker, dressed in a light blue robe, with that strange symbol embroidered on the collar, his hair combed with oil and wax, and a pipe in his hand.

As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but lift my spirits, this person is the same generation as Jiang Ye, and he should be not low, at that moment, he greeted him, first saluted him, and then asked nervously: "Mr. Fan, I don't know what you mean by this?" ”

Mr. Fan took two puffs of cigarettes, spit out a few eye circles, shook the robe on his body, and said, "That's what the words mean, the old man is here to act as a widow!" ”

As soon as he heard this, the tall guy laughed out loud and said, "Old man Fan, you are an old man, acting as a widow, and you are not afraid of the late festival!" ”

"You know a P!" Mr. Fan glared at the senior guy and said, "The old man said this, naturally there is a reason for the old man." ”

Hearing this, I was stunned, such a familiar tone, I remember that Lao Xiucai spoke in this tone at the beginning, open the old man, shut up the old man, why is he like this?

It's not that I think too much, but there are very few people on our side who call themselves old husbands, even those who are old generally call themselves little old men, and no matter how elegant they are, they are old and decayed.

"You... You... I'm a little knotted with my tongue and asks, "Do you know Lao Xiucai?" ”

"Who?" He asked me puzzled.

"The old Xiucai of Aozi Village is known as the old pedant!" I said quickly.

He froze for a moment, shook his head, and did not speak. However, I saw that his complexion had changed significantly, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Seeing this, I wanted to continue to ask, but Qing Xuanzi on the side disrupted my thoughts, he walked in front of me, performed a Taoist priest's etiquette to Mr. Fan, and said, "Old Fan, why are you here too?" ”

"How? You stinky Taoist priests are only allowed to do funerals, and we papermakers are not allowed to come and see the funeral? "Then Mr. Fan didn't say angrily.

"You always misunderstood, Xiaodao is just a little confused, since you don't want to talk in detail, Xiaodao won't ask in detail." Qing Xuanzi's attitude was very respectful, even more respectful than seeing Lao Xiucai, you must know that Lao Xiucai was his enlightenment teacher.

"Mr. Fan is a paper maker among all kinds of people, and he has been resting on the truck at the entrance of the village yesterday, so you haven't seen it." I explained to Qing Xuanzi.

He hummed, waved at Mr. Fan again, and stopped talking, and stepped back behind me.

Their simple conversation made me wonder a lot, what's going on with this Qingxuanzi? Why is Mr. Fan so respectful when you see him? It doesn't make sense.

Just when I was stunned, Mr. Fan came up to me and said a very strange thing, he said, you really are not dead.

This made me even more confused, and I was about to speak, but he stopped and said, "The old man is not in the mood to talk nonsense with you, talk about business, the old man acts as a daffodil and a mixer, and you can do the rest yourself, and the old man will not interfere." (Tune a door, papermaker, daffodil, widow.) ）

I originally wanted to ask him if it was okay for him to act as two horns by himself, but the Qing Xuanzi pulled me and shook his head again, meaning that I should not ask.

"That's... Thank you for your kindness! "I made a gesture to Mr. Fan.

He stopped and said, "You're welcome, the old man still says the same thing, the old man is looking at your master's face." ”

I nodded, thanked him again, and invited him into the hall, which, as I me, was considered polite. Who knows, that Qing Xuanzi immediately moved out a bamboo and rattan chair from the house on the right and asked Mr. Fan to sit down.

This made me even more confused, Lao Wang told me that this Mr. Fan is a papermaker with a strange temper, let me not annoy him, the others did not elaborate, and now Qing Xuanzi's attitude towards him? Speaking of difficulty, it's a bit like a slave serving the master, what the hell is going on? Could it be the strange symbol of his collar?

Thinking of this, I looked at Qing Xuanzi's collar, and there was no such symbol, which was strange, two completely different industries, why would Qing Xuanzi grovel so much to this papermaker.

I threw my puzzled eyes at the old king, who actually raised his head slightly, and looked up at the beam of the house at forty-five degrees, which looked so special that people wanted to rush up and slap him a few times.

"Lao Wang!" I shouted angrily.

He ignored me and continued to look up at the beams at forty-five degrees.

Made, I scolded secretly, looking at Lao Wang's posture, I should know something about Mr. Fan. However, he ignored me, and I had no choice but to deal with him.

At this time, the senior guy interjected, and he said, "Chen Baxian, it's almost dawn, and I'm going to prepare for Yin Qi." ”

As soon as I heard it, the most important thing at the moment was Yin Qi, not to inquire about Mr. Shen's identity, so I suppressed the doubts in my heart and began to prepare for Yin Qi.

The paper tied that is needed for this seal seven has already been prepared, and the rest of the things that need to be prepared are quite miscellaneous, but they are all more common things among the people, such as thirteen willow branches, twenty-seven bamboo canes, and then such as dustpans, these things are common things, and it is easier to find.