Hearing what the old king said, I thought for a while, and said: "Qingxuanzi Daoist said that as long as his Taoism is successful, this seal seven will be half of the success, and it is best not to disturb him at the moment. ”

The old king sighed and said helplessly: "That... What's going on now? Once the dirty stuff breaks into India Seven, this... This... It's going to be dead. ”

As he spoke, he looked outside the hall and said, "Jiu Yanzi, do you feel that the atmosphere is a little weird?" ”

Hearing this, I looked around, and the women of the village were pointing around us, and the eight immortals were busy paving the 'Fu Road', and the atmosphere was not weird, but on the contrary, it was even better than before.

Seeing this, I said to Lao Wang: "First send those ancestors and ancestors back to the underworld, as for other rituals, we can only try to keep it as simple as possible, if there is really something that is not eye-opening to break in, we can invite..."

As I spoke, I glanced at Mr. Fan, meaning to ask him to come and help.

The old Wang came to his senses and said softly: "That old Mr. Fan has a very strange temper, will he help us?" ”

I nodded and said in a low voice: "Mr. Fan should be a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and he doesn't help us verbally, but hasn't he actually helped us several times?" Isn't it? ”

He was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, what now?" Is the tenth course still served? ”

"Up!" He said a word to him, and then shouted to the Eight Immortals who were paving the 'Fu Road': "Brothers, speed up, and when you're done, I'll give you a whole pack of Chinese Smoked Fresh." ”

"Good Ratcha!" Those eight immortals shouted, and their subordinates moved faster, which can't be helped, those who do the eight immortals have two hobbies, one is drinking, the other is smoking, drinking strengthens courage, and smoking relieves sorrows, these two things are the favorites of our eight immortals. Especially cigarettes, when you are tired of carrying the coffin, or encounter something that cannot be solved, you will smoke a few puffs, and you can only buy some cheap cigarettes to get over your addiction.

Afterwards, I asked Lao Wang to put the ten dishes on the offering table, made a few more strokes to the offering table, burned some yellow paper, explained what had just happened to the offering table, said a lot of good things, and promised that after the funeral, I would burn some candle ingots.

Do this well, those eight immortals just finished paving the 'blessing road', I didn't hesitate, and began to prepare to invite ghosts to go, the process is not very complicated, it is roughly the same as inviting ghosts.

During this period, the old king didn't know what was going on, and he was depressed all the time, so I asked him what was wrong. He said that he felt that something was left in the hall, and when I asked him why, he couldn't say, so he said, "It's a gut feeling."

I'm also drunk on this. However, it is relieved to think about it, Lao Wang has been in the industry for decades, and has always maintained enough vigilance, and it is reasonable to have this worry, I comforted him a few words, and did not say anything, so I invited Shen Jun's ancestors and ancestors to the 'Fu Road'.

Of course, this is just etiquette, I don't know if the ancestors and ancestors of the Shen army have set foot on the 'Fu Road', so I can only send them away according to the etiquette and set off some firecrackers.

This process lasted about half an hour, and after the ceremony, I rearranged the offering table, put some tributes, inserted a few pillars of incense, and played a yin and yang hexagram, which meant to ask Shen Jun if the ancestors and ancestors were gone.

I'm lucky, the hexagram shows a treasure hexagram. Seeing the treasure hexagram, the first person to breathe a sigh of relief was not me, but Lao Wang, he exhaled deeply, immediately picked up the yin and yang hexagram, and said: "Wan Fu, Wan Fu, those things are finally gone." ”

I was amused by him, so I said: "Lao Wang, why are you getting more and more nervous, not every funeral has so many strange things, the cause of death of the deceased is clear, and we haven't broken the etiquette of the funeral, so there shouldn't be any more strange things." ”

"Hopefully!" He replied lightly, glanced in the direction behind the hall with his eyes, and said, "Nine Guys, do you say that the Daoist of Qingxuanzi is going very well, and the ancestors and ancestors of Shen Jun will leave, and the hexagram will show the treasure hexagram?" ”

I nodded and said, "Probably!" ”

After that, I didn't talk to him anymore, and I planned to 'fix my soul'. This time, the front of the 'soul fixing' was unusually smooth, but the red wax stood at that time, and the red wax was extinguished again.

As the red wax was extinguished, the whole funeral became silent, and the needles could be heard, and even Mr. Fan's face became a little puzzled, and he smoked vigorously.

It was silent for about ten seconds, and in an instant, the scene boiled. Some people say yes, Shen Jun is not blind to death, and he wants to come to Yanma Village to find a substitute, some people say yes, the little girl and her mother are unwilling to go to the underworld to seek revenge on me, and some people say that Shen Jun's family of three is not satisfied with the funeral and wants to expand the funeral scene.

What's even more outrageous, some people actually say that I annoyed the green snake under the culvert, and the green snake came to the funeral. Sometimes, I just think, the so-called suspense or something, really not as good as these villagers, all of them are very imaginative, and if they don't write, it's really a waste of talent.

Listening to the fingers and points of those villagers, as the bearer of this funeral, I can't say anything, but Lao Wang walked out of the hall angrily and yelled at those villagers, "Noisy, don't be afraid that the deceased will come to you at night, so continue to quarrel there." ”

Don't really say it, the power of Lao Wang's words is not covered, as soon as the sound fell, those villagers immediately closed their mouths, and they didn't dare to come out, so they pointed their fingers and feet in place, whispering, and it seemed that they were a little helpless.

Then, the old king walked up to me, reached out and took the red wax in my hand, and asked eagerly: "Jiu Yanzi, the red wax has been extinguished twice, how is it good now!" ”

To be honest, I don't know what to do, I originally thought that according to Mr. Fan's intention to print seven, this red wax should not be extinguished, and it can be printed smoothly, where do you know, the red wax is still extinguished.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Lao Wang said again: "Jiu Yanzi, you are talking, what should you do next?" If we don't do a good job of the funeral, those villagers in Walker Village will be furious, and I'm afraid we, the Eight Immortals, will not be able to get out of Walker Village completely. ”

I thought about it for a while, and I didn't speak, so I glanced at Mr. Fan, who happened to be walking in my direction, and when he got to me before and after, he didn't hesitate, patted me on the shoulder a few times, and said: "Xiao Jiu, this funeral, I'm afraid something big will happen, you'd better leave here, and the rest will be handled by the old man." ”