At this time, I found out that in the corner of the courtyard, there was indeed another spiritual shed, and Mr. Lu was lying quietly in it.

After a while. A person walked in at the gate, it was Secretary Wang, his eyes were full of tears, he pounced, knelt in front of the mourning shed, and then howled and began to burn paper.

Aunt Xue hurriedly walked over and helped him up: "The seniority is not right, I can't kneel." ”

Unexpectedly, Secretary Wang refused to get up, he cried loudly: "These two masters have helped me a lot. Now that they're gone, it's okay for me to just kneel for a while, it's all this time, what else are you talking about? ”

I felt so uncomfortable in my heart that I shouted twice: "Secretary Wang? Secretary Wang? ”

Secretary Wang was still kneeling on the ground. I wasn't heard at all.

Mr. Lu sighed and said, "I really didn't expect the two of us to fall into this field. ”

I asked Mr. Lu a little anxiously, "What should we do now?" ”

Mr. Lu scratched his head: "What should I do?" I have not died, how do I know? ”

I said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense with me, okay?" You're a Taoist, wouldn't you know? ”

Then I grabbed his arm. A little anxious shouted, "Can we still return the soul?" Borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, no, it is to be reborn after death. Just like in the past, don't our souls often come out of our bodies? ”

Mr. Lu thought about it and said with some hesitation: "But I always feel that this time is a little different from the past. ”

I asked anxiously, "What's different this time?" ”

Mr. Lu thought for a while and said, "Do you know? What is the difference between a living soul and a ghost? ”

I shook my head and said, "What's the difference?" ”

Mr. Lu said: "When a person dies and becomes a ghost, such a soul is called a ghost. Some people are not dead, or they are seriously ill, or they are getting into trouble, which is called a living soul. That is, the soul that is not dead yet. ”

I nodded, then asked, "Why are you telling me this?" ”

Mr. Lu hesitated for a moment and said, "I say this because I'm not sure if we're living or ghosting now. If we are living souls, we can come back to life now. If it's a ghost, I'm afraid it won't work. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then said with some heaviness: "I understand, I understand." ”

It feels like I've reached a fork in the road. One leads to life, the other leads to death. These two paths are exactly the same, and I don't know how to choose. No, I don't even have a choice right now. Someone has already chosen for me and forced me to move forward, but they don't tell me where my fate will lead. Crazy and skilled.

I was a little scared of that answer now, so I calmed down, encouraged myself, and then asked Mr. Lu, "Do you know how to tell if we are living souls or ghosts now?" ”

Mr. Lu nodded silently: "I naturally know." However, you won't be able to tell until the evening, so there's no rush now. ”

I sighed, "Then we'll wait." ”

Secretary Wang had finished burning the paper, he stood in the courtyard, helping to receive guests coming and going, I saw him busy with a face of sweat, and my heart was a little moved.

I saw people coming and going, many of whom we had helped before. Among these people, there are ordinary people such as Xiao Liu and Li Mugu, as well as many high-ranking officials and nobles, most of these people with status are the parents of the prince's class, we took off the yellow bow tie and saved their children, and these people are still grateful. I looked around, and even Qiuhua came.

Soon, the small courtyard was crowded with people, and it seemed very lively. The wreaths were red, green, and green, and forty or fifty were placed against the root of the wall.

Mr. Lu sighed: "I can't imagine that we two strangers can be so beautiful when we die in Huaicheng. ”

I saw the corners of his mouth turn up, and he seemed to smile. couldn't help but be very dissatisfied: "Mr. Lu, what do you mean by this?" Are you happy that someone sent you a wreath? ”

Mr. Lu smiled, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Zhao Mang, you are still too young, we have fallen into this field now, of course we have to have fun in the bitterness." Could it be that the two of us are alone in the funeral, and it is better if there is no one? ”

I sat on the ground, looked at the people coming and going, and said, "I'm not happy with someone, I'm not happy with people, I just don't want to die." ”

Mr. Lu sat next to me and said lightly, "Who wants to die?" Everyone wants to live, otherwise, there will be no one refining the elixir and pursuing immortality. ”

I said with some disappointment: "Gu Yue was still patting her chest before, swearing that she could keep me from dying." As a result, I died in such a daze. ”

Mr. Lu said: "Perhaps, she knew that the two of us were going to be bad that day, so she came to remind us, but unfortunately we didn't realize it." ”

I said, "Two days ago you told me that when the prophecy didn't happen, there would be a thousand explanations. After it happens, it will suddenly dawn on you what it means. Now that we are dead and the Tent has been erected, what does the prophecy mean? ”

Mr. Lu smiled bitterly, and then pointed to his corpse: "My brain is all over there, and I can't figure it out now when I think about things." ”

When I saw him playing tricks like this, I didn't say anything more.

The two of us sat down until the time of the lamp. Most of the people who came to pay their respects left. No matter how good our friendship is, after all, each of us has our own life.

Only Secretary Wang is still here, helping Aunt Xue and Xue Qian to keep the spirit. The three of them looked lonely against the two corpses, miserable and terrifying.

I walked up behind Xue Qian and muttered in a low voice: "Old Xue, neither of us can save anyone this time." ”

Unexpectedly, after I said this, Xue Qian shrank her neck, and then looked at me a little nervously.

I thought he would find me, but I soon realized I was wrong. His gaze passed over my body, searching aimlessly.

After a while, he said lightly: "There is a gust of wind blowing on me. Have not their spirits been scattered? ”

Then he took a roll of yellow paper from the table, threw it in the brazier and burned it.

Mr. Lu walked over, pointed to a piece of white paper standing in front of the spirit bed, and said, "Do you want to know whether you are a living soul or a ghost?" ”

I nodded and said, "I want to know." ”

Mr. Lu said: "If you want to know if you are dead, you have to look at the shadow. ”

I smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Lu, do you still have the heart to joke at this time?" Which of the two of us has a shadow? ”

Mr. Lu said: "In the light, under the moonlight, we really have no shadow, but in the candlelight, it is possible. ”

I shook my head: "It's still not right, I've seen the little ghost many times, and none of them have a shadow in the candlelight." ”

Mr. Lu pointed to the spiritual bed and said, "Do you see the piece of paper hanging in front of you?" ”

I nodded: "Of course I do." ”

In front of the funeral bed, a simple wooden shelf is tied with sticks. There was a large piece of white paper pasted on the shelf, like a screen, covering my body.

Mr. Lu said: "The dead can't see the heavens twice, so they cover their bodies with a spiritual shed. And the white paper hanging in front of the bed is called the ghost screen. This thing is closest to the corpse, the yin qi on the corpse. The corpse qi is all contaminated on it, so the shadow of the ghost can take shape on it. ”

He paused and said, "However, only you can see it." ”

I looked at the ghost screen, took a step back, and said, "Are you going to take pictures now?" ”

Mr. Lu nodded: "If you want to know your current life and death, then go." Anyway, there is a night of work, so we don't have to rush. ”

I looked at Mr. Lu and said, "You go first, okay?" ”

The corners of Mr. Lu's mouth drooped a little, and he smiled bitterly: "Then you are so afraid?" ”

I nodded and said cowardly, "I'm so afraid." ”

Mr. Lu walked lightly between the candle and the ghost screen, only stood for two seconds, and then slowly walked back.

I saw that the expression on his face didn't seem to change, and I couldn't see joy or sorrow.

I nervously asked, "How is it, are you alive or dead?" ”

Mr. Lu said with a strange expression: "Is life and death so important? ”