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On the way back, Ding Ermiao scolded Gu Zixuan, and at the same time, in his heart, he was moved and shocked by the great power of maternal love.

Thinking of the dead pregnant woman, she only conceived this child ten years after marriage, but she didn't have the opportunity to see each other, so she left and returned to the west. The reluctance in my heart turned into a force that would never give up, staying by the baby's side and refusing to leave.

Let yourself be able to pass the gods, but you can't surpass her!

Is this a failure of oneself, or a victory of maternal love?

Suddenly remembered what happened to me, when I left home at the age of seven, my mother cried and fainted several times, I can't bear to recall ...... scene, alas!

The hateful thing is Gu Zixuan, he knows that he doesn't have enough mana to take away the souls of the dead, so he uses himself as a gunman, but he doesn't make it clear, mother!

Opening the Dojo of the Dead is a very troublesome matter, and Ding Ermiao can preside over it, but ...... I've never done anything like this.

The main trouble is that it takes a lot of time.

&nb~万~书~吧~novelwanshuba.comsp; As soon as the avenue opens, it takes hours to recite the scriptures, and you can't sit yet, and you have to ring the bell. Generally, if you have poor physical strength, standing down for a few hours is equivalent to getting sick. Ding Ermiao didn't worry about his physical strength, but he didn't have that patience.

For the main family, it is also very troublesome, and the younger blood relatives of the deceased must kneel in front of the spirit until the end of the dojo before they can get up. Kneeling for hours is not something that ordinary people can bear.

But the matter has come to this point, and there is no other way than to open the dojo of death.

Even if she is ruthless and uses ** force to force the soul of the deceased, it won't be long before she will come back. Even if she is sent to the Netherworld, her mental power is so strong that she can escape from prison.

Or be a little more ruthless, let the soul of the deceased fly away, but among her three souls and seven spirits, as long as there is a trace of residual thoughts, it will still slowly converge. In short, this kind of power is very powerful, it can be guided by the trend, and it must not be attacked strongly.

Just like Li Weinian, chasing the murderer in reincarnation is also due to the strong mental power of his predecessors.

Along the way, he had a lot of thoughts, and when he returned to the lord's house, Ding Ermiao immediately called Mr. Geography and the head of the house, asking them to clean the hall and then rearrange the deceased's spiritual position.

When I took a look, I saw that the east room where the baby was, and at the head of the door, there was still a cloud of black gas hovering.

With a bang, Ding Ermiao pulled out ten thousand beheaders, pointed to the black smoke and said, "Life and death are different, yin and yang are different." Since you are dead, you shouldn't stay in the world, and don't you retreat quickly?! ”

But that black gas, which didn't seem to understand Ding Ermiao's words, was still hovering in front of the door.

However, in the room, except for Ding Ermiao, no one else could see the black gas. Seeing Ding Ermiao's tense sword, pointing to the baby room and shouting loudly, everyone was confused and shocked.

Whoosh——, 10,000 people in Ding Ermiao's hand shot out in the air, with a bang, and pierced the door where the baby was!

The hilt of the sword swings and buzzes.

"Ah......h The black gas quickly dispersed, and a terrible scream was released.

All the relatives and friends in the house were shocked and discolored!

The timid women were already hugging each other, trying to run, but they couldn't move.

They couldn't see the black gas, but they could hear the scream, which was the voice of the dead pregnant woman, Xiaoju.

Ding Ermiao narrowed his eyes and stared at the door, only to see that after the black qi dispersed, within a minute, they gathered together again and floated towards the baby room. But forced by the evil aura of ten thousand people, the black qi circled left and right, but did not dare to approach.

"Is it that Xiaoju is reluctant to have children, so she refuses to leave?"

"In the future, ...... Xiaoju, will she become a stealing ghost and harm the children nearby?"

In the room, the discussion gradually increased, and everyone looked at Ding Ermiao and Mr. Geographic.

Ding Ermiao waved his hand, stopped the noise of the villagers, and said to Mr. Geographic: "There is no way, let's open a dojo." By the way, the deceased Xiaoju, on the side of the in-law's family, is there a filial nephew? ”

Ten thousand people were cut into the door like that, to shock the souls of the dead.

Xiaoju's husband nodded and said, "Yes, my eldest brother has a son, who is fifteen years old." As he spoke, he beckoned a boy with clear eyebrows and walked over.

"Very good, to open this dojo, you need to have a filial son or filial nephew to toast, wait for you to wear mourning clothes, listen to my arrangement, and toast your aunt." Ding Ermiao patted the kid on the shoulder, and then said a few more words to Mr. Geo.

Mr. Geography turned around and said to the relatives and friends of the deceased: "All the younger generations of Xiaoju, regardless of their mother-in-law's family, go to eat. When you are full, put on filial piety and kneel here......"

About ten minutes later, a large number of people knelt down in front of the deceased's spirit, including the bitter child Wan Junming. Although he is a cousin, he is also a junior, and everyone else kneels, and he is embarrassed to slip away.

At this time, Ding Ermiao asked the main family to serve him a bowl of rice. This dojo will be open for hours, and it will definitely not work without eating.

After the meal, Ding Ermiao cleaned his hands and burned incense, ordered all the younger generations of the deceased to kneel in front of the spiritual seat, took the bell of Mr. Geography, and began to overtake the soul of the deceased.

Ji Xiaoxiao and Gu Qinglan had never seen Ding Ermiao do a dojo, so they stood in front of the door of the baby room and watched together.

I saw Ding Ermiao's solemn expression, his eyes half-closed, and while ringing the bell, he recited words in his mouth and began to recite the "Nanhua Sutra". This thought lasted for more than an hour, and everyone in the audience was drowsy.

Those who listened were fine, but those who knelt on the ground were uncomfortable. That Wan Junming was already baring his teeth and grinning impatiently, but he was embarrassed to get up and lay on the ground like a big toad.

Ji Xiaoxiao felt bored and was about to retreat into the room, but saw Ding Ermiao's tone suddenly changed, and the rhythm of the bell in her hand also changed, just like begging for food to ask Huazi to sing the lotus flower, and actually sang:

"Spring is coming, good times, the spring is busy, and the beauties are skillfully combed in the mirror. Filial piety and nephew toast at the beginning of the year, and invite the soul of the dead to the dojo ......"

After singing this sentence, the bell in Ding Ermiao's hand shook four times in a row. Under the guidance of Mr. Geographic, the deceased's filial nephew knelt forward, poured a glass of wine, and poured it on the ground.

Then Ding Ermiao sang again: "Summer scenery comes, good times, lotus flowers come out of the pond, and the lotus picking boy is busy." Today, there are two filial nephews to toast, and there are souls invited to the dojo. ”

Then dangdangdang, a bell rang, and the filial nephew poured another glass of wine and poured it on the ground.

"The autumn scenery comes, the good time, the chrysanthemums are yellow, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is over and Chongyang. The first three toasts of filial piety and nephews, and invite the souls of the dead to the dojo ......"

The filial nephew poured the third glass of wine and poured it on the ground.

"The winter scenery comes, the good time, the snowflakes are white, and the warm pavilion of the red mansion is prosperous and long. The first four toasts of filial piety and nephews, and invite the souls of the dead to the dojo! ”

After the fourth sentence was sung, the filial nephew finished offering wine, the bell in Ding Ermiao's hand shook violently, and then squinted at the room where the baby was, only to see that the black gas had gradually drifted away and came towards the spirit.

Ding Ermiao's heart settled down a little, and he signaled his filial nephew to kowtow in front of the spirit, and continued to ring the bell and sing.

"A glass of wine, lay the soul of the dead, and the soul of the dead temporarily receive the wine for three rounds. In the altar, a tour of wine is offered, and there is no one in Yangguan in the west. Two glasses of wine, lay the mourning hall, and wish the dead soul to taste it in person. The nectar opens the mouthpiece and recommends it to the West from now on! Three glasses of wine, lay the family, the family came to receive three bottles of wine, how to return to the original when the crane returned, and there was no sound when the mourning was gone......"

Singing this, Ding Ermiao raised his head slightly, only to see the black gas that was originally hovering on the roof, slowly falling, circling the spiritual position three times, and then attached to the tablet of the deceased.

But the tablet shook without wind and trembled, which showed that the soul of the deceased was still unwilling.