Yang Lu thanked us very sincerely, but we ignored him. It's not that we don't want to pay attention to it, but this little temple is falling to the ground, and there are signs of collapse.

A few of us hurried back into our bodies. Then he hurriedly walked out of the Judge's Temple.

No sooner had we stepped out of the hall than it collapsed with a thud. The dust was flying, and we choked on a cough.

We covered our mouths and noses and retreated out into the street.

Yang Lu stood outside the temple, arched his hand to us again, and said, "Thank you for letting me out." ”

Xue Qian looked at us and said, "We don't seem to have done anything." It's just a play. "Brother Hugh Ganghong.

Mr. Lu also said: "We didn't release you. It may be that you have already received enough punishment. ”

Yang Lu shook his head slightly and said, "I know it very well. The ruler intended to keep me in clay statues for the rest of my life. Fortunately, thanks to a few of you, I was able to be liberated. ”

We are talking at the gate of the temple. Suddenly, I heard an exclamation around me. It's a little ghost who has been wandering around the Judge's Temple and refuses to leave.

They ran and shouted, "The temple of judges has fallen, the temple of judges has fallen." ”

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "There are a lot of people here, and it's not a place to talk. And it's almost dawn. We might as well take a break. Tomorrow night, if you two still have any unties, you can go to the empty house to find us. ”

As Mr. Lu said this, he pointed at Yang Qi and Yang Lu.

This father and son have complicated expressions. They looked at each other, then nodded.

They didn't speak though. But this point is more effective than a thousand words.

Yang Qi smiled: "We are father and son, what knot can't be untied?" When he said this. Open-minded. It's as if he wasn't the one who was carrying the paper and complaining everywhere before.

And Yang Lu also nodded and said, "After so many years, I have never been as relaxed as I am today." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Tomorrow night, I'll go to the empty house to visit a few more." ”

I smiled and said, "Now that you've untied the knot." Then talk about the friendship between father and son. Before you reincarnate, talk about it. There is no need to go and thank us again. ”

Yang Lu shook his head slightly and said, "I still have some things to explain to a few people. It's a long story. So I'll leave it until tomorrow night. ”

We were curious though. But it's almost dawn now. The two of them really can't afford to delay here any longer. So we arched our hands and said to the two of them, "Waiting for you." ”

The father and son of the Yang family left far away. A few minutes later, a rooster crow came from inside the village. It was dawn, and the imps around me were gone.

The four of us walked slowly towards the stage.

The people in the troupe should also know. As soon as the golden rooster crowed, the ghosts and gods avoided it. They came out of the shadows and asked us, "How is it?" ”

Mr. Lu said a little tiredly: "It's okay, Second Brother Bao will be safe from now on." ”

Hua Dan asked Second Brother Bao: "What did you see in the Judge Temple?" What the hell is going on? Can you tell us about it? ”

Second Brother Bao looked at Hua Dan and opened his mouth. said: "From now on, I will never play Bao Gong again." Then he staggered to the tent, and he would not be silent if anyone called him.

The class leader looked at the figure of Second Brother Bao suspiciously, and asked, "Is he good or not?" Why do I always feel that something is wrong? ”

Mr. Lu smiled and said, "His soul has just recovered, so you might as well let him rest for a while." It's almost dawn, so get some sleep. When you wake up, pack your things and get out of here early. ”

The head of the class agreed, and then beckoned everyone, and went to their own homes.

The three of us were busy all night, and we were all extremely tired. We yawned and walked towards Huaicheng.

By the time I got to the empty house, it was already white. The streets soon became lively.

At this time, I heard someone behind me whispering, "Master Zhao? ”

I looked back and saw Old Man Wang's son standing behind me. His face was very bad. He whispered to me, "Master Zhao, my father's business ......"

I said, "You sent him back?" ”

He nodded: "After you entered the Judge Temple, he lost his temper. Said that he didn't watch the drama today, and then asked me to send him back. As soon as he entered, he vanished. ”

Old man Wang's son sighed: "But I seem to have some kind of mental illness, and I always feel that the old man is watching me nearby." ”

I can't eat or sleep now, and as soon as I close my eyes, I feel like there are a pair of eyes behind me.

I smiled at him and said, "Your old father, are you scared too?" ”

He laughed dryly: "I also know that I shouldn't be afraid, but I can't control myself." What can I do? Master Zhao, is there any way you can help me? ”

I said, "The old man didn't know that he was dead, so he wandered around the place where he lived before he was born. Do something you loved in life. If you want to keep the old man, do your filial piety for a few more years. You can talk to him in the air when you're okay and put on some of the scenes he likes. Even when eating, prepare an extra pair of dishes and chopsticks for him. ”

"If he had always thought he was alive, his soul would have wandered around the world for a while. However, it generally does not exceed three years, and when the oil is exhausted, the lamp will be reincarnated. He doesn't have any grievances, and he won't stay here for long. ”

Master Wang's son shuddered and said, "Isn't this a little too crazy?" Immediately after, his eyes rolled and he asked, "Keeping filial piety for three years, did you come from this?" ”

I laughed and said, "Then I don't dare to say that." It is said that in ancient times, children were weaned at the age of three and could walk on their own. In order to repay the three years of being held in the arms of his parents, he kept filial piety for three years. But...... It's been a long time, who can say this kind of thing clearly? Maybe it's really to accompany the soul. ”

Old man Wang's son hesitated for a while and said, "I still have a wife and children in my house." I'm not afraid, they have to be afraid, is there any other way for you? ”

I laughed and said, "Want to send the old man away?" ”

He nodded.

"There's no easier way to make him realize he's dead," I said. After the old man went, you didn't enshrine a tablet or put a statue at home, did you? ”

Old man Wang's son shook his head and said softly, "I didn't let it go for fear of scaring the people in the family." ”

I said, "Go back and clean up a table, put up a tablet, put an incense burner, and burn incense three times in the morning and evening." It can be as short as seven days and as long as forty-nine days. The old man naturally understood. Just remove it when the time comes. ”

Old man Wang's son said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you." ”

Then, he left in a hurry.

I stood in the street and talked for a while, and it was dawn. I was dazed, and returned to the empty house with my eyes slightly open, and threw myself on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

My body clock is completely different from normal. I sleep when the sun comes out, and I start moving around when the sun goes down.

During the day I slept and wandered around for a while. After filling my stomach, I sat in the empty house, waiting for Yang Lu to come to me.

Last night, he said he had something to do with me. I'm curious what the hell is going on.

I lit a candle and was staring at it. Suddenly, the candle flame flickered, shrinking smaller and smaller.

Immediately after, a black shadow slowly appeared on the wall.

I hurriedly turned around and noticed a person walking in from outside. The man was dressed in a white shroud and his hair was unkempt. His face was miserable, and his voice was sad: "Zhao Mang, when did I die?" ”

As soon as I heard this voice, I was stunned: "Why is this voice so similar to Old Man Wang?" ”

I looked at him carefully under the lamp. Isn't this the old man Wang?

I couldn't help but say, "When I saw you yesterday, I was still in good spirits. How did you get to this in a day's work? ”

Old man Wang's feet were more than three feet off the ground, floating in the air, and he said miserably: "Since I knew that I was dead. And that's what it looks like. Oh, no wonder my children and grandchildren can't hear me. Zhao Mang, tell me honestly, how long have I been dead? ”