In the evening, Jianjun, who had dinner with his family, took his lunch box and said hello to his family before walking out of the house, he was on night duty tonight, but fortunately, it was not too late, and there was a bus. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Jianjun arrived at the door of the crematorium, the sky was completely dark, the gate of the crematorium was very large, and the street lamp at the intersection illuminated the iron gate extraordinarily.

On the left side of the crematorium gate is the funeral shop where Jianjun works, and the lights are already lit inside at this time, and it is the old man Ma who is on the day shift.

"Uncle Ma, I'm sorry, I'm late, but fortunately, I caught the last bus." Jianjun said apologetically.

"It's okay, I'm okay when I go home anyway, just don't get in the way of me taking the bus!" The slightly obese old man Ma said with a smile, but judging from his facial expression, he still minded very much.

Seeing this, Jianjun didn't say anything, but lowered his head and sorted out the goods on the shelves. After saying hello to Jianjun, Old Man Ma walked out of the store directly. Jianjun said such a sentence from entering the door to Uncle Ma leaving, obviously, Jianjun's impression of Uncle Ma is not good, in fact, it is also like this, from the beginning of Jianjun's work two years ago to the present, I found that Uncle Ma has been in a state of passive sabotage, which makes Jianjun feel very bad, but the strength of the elderly people can't keep up. But Jianjun is the opposite, fortunately, because it is a 24-hour shift, and in addition to the 32 yuan he keeps, he will also give one-tenth of the sales reward, which is enough to be moved by Jianjun.

This store is not big, there are only two rooms in total, the outhouse is a little crowded because there is a coffin in the middle, it is a little crowded, surrounded by some shelves, the shelves are placed on top of all kinds of urns and tablets, and the room inside is to put some paper and sundries used to package various goods, only a single bed and a bed of washed white bedding can also see a little popularity.

After Jianjun put all the miscellaneous items in place, he brought a copper basin and put it at the door, and then turned off all the lights in the entire store, leaving only a faint small light. Then he turned around and entered the inner room, took out an exorcism charm from his bosom and pasted it on the doorless door frame, and then lay down on the single bed and fell asleep peacefully.

This funeral shop is on the edge of the crematorium, and there is no shop in front of the village or behind it. Therefore, there is no possibility of theft or robbery at all whether it is the location or the items sold, not to mention that the criminal law for violations of law and discipline is still very heavy in this era.

The night was dark, and the Jianjun in the room was also sleeping deeply.

Just after the midnight bell, the temperature in the funeral shop suddenly dropped a lot, but Jianjun, who was sleeping in the inner room, did not feel the slightest feeling, and suddenly bursts of ghost crying came from the outhouse of the store into the inner room, the initial sound was very small, and gradually the sound became much louder, and the voice was extremely miserable, like crying.

Jianjun, who was lying on the single bed, first frowned when he heard the voice, and then opened his eyes a little helplessly and got up. In fact, when Jianjun put the copper basin at the door before going to bed, he knew that such a thing would happen.

In the small funeral shop, there was a dimly lit old woman, pale and wet, and I saw that water droplets were constantly falling from her body to the ground, but there was not even a trace of water on the ground.

"Eat or buy clothes?" Jianjun looked at the old woman in front of him and asked angrily.

"I'm so cold! My clothes are soaking wet! The old woman said in a trilled tone.

"That's the clothes, huh? What color do you want to talk well! Jianjun's tone became slightly stiff.

"White."

After Jianjun heard the word white, he went directly to the inner room, picked up a stack of white wrapping paper used as a packaging urn, folded it, and folded it into a white shirt and a pair of white pants after a while, and then walked to the door, drew a circle on the ground with a wooden stick placed at the door of the store, and then put the folded clothes and pants into the circle and burned it.

"Look at it yourself, the clothes and pants have been made for you, wait for yourself! Just put the money directly in the copper basin! Jianjun yawned as he looked at the paper pants that were burning violently.

Jianjun didn't care about the old woman who was still standing by the fire waiting to drown the ghost, but after explaining something, he turned around and went directly into the bedroom, lying on the single bed and falling asleep.

"I'm so hungry! Store! I'm so hungry! A skinny, skinny, middle-aged man shouted in the store.

"Incense or candles?"

"I want it all!"

Jianjun lit a pair of incense and a pair of candles, and soon, the incense and candles were burned out, but there was not the slightest smell of incense in the whole store.

"Hey, if you have any good incense candles, give them to me, my son is not bad for money!" A young man in a black tunic said proudly.

This young man wore gold silk eyes, and the tunic on his body was extremely clean and straight, and at first glance he was born in a rich and noble family, and not long after his death, he did not even have a lot of resentment and yin qi on his body.

Jianjun in line with the principle of being a guest at the door, lit the incense candle to the young man, and the back end came to him, and the young man took a big gulp, and gradually became intoxicated.

At this time, in the second half of the night, the copper basin at the door of the funeral shop was already filled with a lot of dark money such as paper and gold ingots, and at this time, in the store, there were several ghosts of different colors who were smoking incense, and two were waiting for Jianjun to fold their clothes. In the small funeral shop, Jianjun was busy in the dim light, and if ordinary people saw it, they would definitely think that he had a mental problem or something.

Jianjun was busy until dawn, and when no ghosts came, he began to clean up the incense ashes and candle heads all over the ground, when Jianjun took care of the entire funeral shop and turned around and walked in front of the door, and cleaned up the paper ashes at the door, and at this time all the money in the copper basin turned into ashes, Jianjun was not surprised to see this, as if he had long been accustomed to it, he disposed of the ashes in the same basin and then wiped the copper basin and took it into the store.

The copper basin is an ordinary person's basin, which was originally placed in the store for him and Uncle Ma to wash, but it was used by Jianjun to do this, and if Uncle Ma knew about it, he would be scared half to death. Jianjun took off a piece of talisman paper attached under the copper basin, which was the five ghost carrying talismans.

The Five Ghosts Carry Dafa, also known as the Five Ghosts Moving Money, is seen by Jianjun in the "Ten Thousand Laws Return to the Sect", originated in the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, was created by the people of Qingshan Dao, specifically at night by collecting the money of the ghosts to increase their own wealth, generally do the business of the underworld will be used by the traders, it is simple to say, it is just to sell the things that the ghosts need to the ghosts, and the received dark paper will automatically become wealth after the dawn to increase the wealth of the caster. It's hard to say, only the casting of the five ghost runes drawn by himself will be effective, and this five ghost runes have extremely high requirements for the drawing of the runes, and Jianjun also practiced for a long time to learn. At the same time, the risk of this spell is also extremely high, and if you encounter a powerful ghost or some extremely resentful ghosts, the risk is self-evident.

The sky was bright, and Jianjun, who had packed up everything, warmed up the food he brought last night on an electric stove, and after eating, it was already dark, and buses and agricultural vehicles began to appear on the road one after another. A short time later, a somewhat balding middle-aged man walked into the funeral shop.

"Hello, comrade! Take a look at what you need. Jianjun whispered to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked sad, picked an urn in good condition, didn't even talk about the price, directly handed Jianjun twelve yuan, turned around and left, and didn't say a word in the middle.

Jianjun shrugged his shoulders as he watched the balding middle-aged man slowly walk away.

"It seems that today's business should be good." Jianjun sold the most expensive urn in a store in the morning, and Jianjun seemed to be in a good mood, even looking at the somewhat gloomy weather outside the window, he felt like the sun was shining.