The old man and the old lady were a little cramped. The old man's body was stiff. The old lady was tied.

When the two of them were helped to the offering table by the middle-aged man next to them, they slowly stretched out their bodies and sat down cross-legged on the futon. This kind of sitting posture is a bit difficult for the two old men. Their cross-legged movements are also not very standard.

The monk waited for the two of them to sit down, bowed slightly, and motioned to the middle-aged people who helped the old man to come and sit down to step back.

In the picture, all the irrelevant people left, leaving only the monk and the two old men.

The monk began to chant the scriptures in a soft voice. The Buddhist beads in his hand were also played with one by one.

The sound of chanting is a little different from the magnificent sound of many monks chanting together in the temple, giving people an ethereal feeling of intermittent and hidden.

The smoke in the censer becomes substantial.

The incense is burning, falling at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The bottom of the incense burner is not shown in the picture, but you can see that the incense stick is much shorter as the smoke turns pure white.

But there was no smoke in the room. The smoke came out of the incense burner, and it was still as if it were gone.

The two old men sitting on the futon looked serene, their eyes closed, their bodies relaxed, their hands on their laps, and their fingers occasionally trembled slightly.

The old lady's face gradually revealed a pale. The face and lips are no longer rosy. The color of the skin is white and gray.

The voice of whispering appeared outside the screen again, and Wu Ling's voice came out in the middle. The sounds are all muffled. The chanting took up most of the voice, but the content of the chanting was vague, like a language that had never been heard before.

The old man's body also gradually showed changes. His skin turned black, and from his mouth, nose, and ears, worms as thin as threads crawled out, and white maggots emerged.

The brows of the two were furrowed, and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The chanting became louder.

The incense has already sunk into the incense burner, and there seems to be a white vortex inside the incense burner, engulfing the delicate incense. Then, the color of the swirl turned from dark to light, and slowly disappeared.

The chanting also stopped at this time.

The monk facing the two old men opened his eyes and recited the Buddha's name.

The two old men opened their eyes, and their eyes were still a little confused.

After a while, the old man exhaled. The old lady rubbed her legs and said, "I feel lighter." ”

The noise of the chaos became louder.

Someone entered the camera and hugged the two old men.

"It's okay, it's okay. After sitting for a long time, my legs are numb. The old lady said, sounding in good spirits.

"Dad, how are you?" A man asked.

The old man groaned, "I feel much more comfortable." ”

They gossip.

The monk left the offering table and walked towards the camera.

"Master Huiyi." Wu Ling greeted.

The monk bowed slightly, his expression indifferent, "The situation of these two donors is a little bad. The poor monk is already powerless. You ......," he said, hesitating.

Ye Qing's voice was cold, "I understand." The problem is no longer with them. ”

"Boss, you mean ......" Liu Miao interjected.

"Hmm. Their children do not want them to be reincarnated. Ye Qing said lightly, "That corpse, I'm afraid we burned it, and we won't let them leave." ”

"That's ...... Isn't it good? Liu Miao asked hesitantly.

Venerable Huiyi recited a Buddha name, but did not continue to speak.

Ye Qing said: "There is nothing bad. If they can bear the consequences, it will be okay to stay in the yang world all the time. ”

Master Huiyi raised his eyelids, "Master Ye, they are just a group of ordinary people. ”

"yes. If you can persevere, you will no longer be an ordinary person. Ye Qing said lightly.

The crowd had parted.

A middle-aged man in his thirties walked in the front, bowed to the monk, and looked ahead, "The situation of my parents ......"

"The body can be cremated. Then, it's up to you how long you can last. Ye Qing said very calmly.

The middle-aged man's face was stunned, surprised, worried, and relieved. Several of the older middle-aged men and women who came with him were also emotionally exposed.

The video screen moves downward.

During this process, you can see two elderly people surrounded by a group of young people and children, with kind smiles on their faces.

On 18 July 2002, the client's body was cremated.

On July 19, 2002, the client visited.

"Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan, please be seated."

"Well, thank you."

“…… That's right. My dad said that the situation was better, and he hadn't seen any bugs in the past few days. Thank you for your previous commission. ”

"You're welcome."

"Now...... End ......

"Hey, you kid...... Ahem, we're here to thank you. I've been haunted by it for more than three years, and I didn't expect it to be easy all at once. That's a good thing now...... Thank you so much. ”

"You're welcome. Since you are no longer bothered, the order between us should be settled. In addition to the commission commission, you are required to pay the final payment, and Master Huiyi also needs to pay a fee. ”

"Of course, of course. We also have a good thank you for him. ”

"Those who are outside the square also want to eat. We get it. ”

"You bastard! At a young age, there are children, and there is no doorknob on the mouth. ”

"I'm telling the truth."

"In addition, please keep our communication methods."

"Huh? Oh, and if there's anything, we'll definitely be looking for you. ”

"What else could be going on?"

"We've talked about it, Mr. Duan Kang."

“……”

"If you encounter any changes, you can always call us."

"Okay."

July 19, 2002, analysis of audio files.

“…… Ahem, we're here to thank you. ……”

"There's no bug sound anymore. By the way, it's all over, right? That family can be regarded as getting what they wanted. ”

"Let's see what happens. If you can really persevere, you will really get what you want. ”

On 19 July 2002, the commission was terminated.

On April 21, 2003, the client visited for the second time.

"Mr. Duan, please have tea."

“……”

"Are you alright, Mr. Duan? What happened? ”

"Oh...... I—I'm okay...... What happened...... Things to say...... Something...... Something weird......"

"Speak, please."

"Hmm...... I don't know...... I don't know what's going on...... I can't seem to control my temper...... And the old woman...... We've all gotten weird......"

(End of chapter)