I know, in fact, Yan Pianqian is a soft-hearted and good person. It's just that the mouth likes to talk nonsense. He is the kind of person who buries his pain deep in his heart, but his face is always indifferent. Perhaps, what I experienced was never as wonderful as his. But I'd rather be as safe as I am now. I don't want to be like this little master and experience something I don't want to encounter.

Yan Pianqian took off her hat and showed her bald head. He touched his bald head and smiled strangely.

"Actually, it's not impossible to go. It's just that you can't use Taoism, or you'll be exposed. ”

He smiled at me and folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

I immediately understood what he meant. The identity of a warlock cannot be approached, but the identity of a monk can. Unexpectedly, he inadvertently shaved his head. In the end, it paved the way for this matter. I can't help but think of the saying: in the dark, everything has its own providence.

It seems that heaven has allowed me to stop this family from dying again.

I exhaled, just, what should I do? You can't let a monk take a woman to participate in this kind of thing.

Yan Pianqian frowned when she saw me, heard my heart, and said to me with a smile: "Doctor Meng, this time it depends on your kung fu in curing diseases and saving people." "I was immediately cheerful, I am an internal medicine doctor. I have a doctor's certificate from Bai Rui. You are fully qualified to practice medicine, blend in with the crowd and wait for your chance.

Obviously he went to save people, but he acted like a thief.

But even if you are a thief, you don't steal in vain, right? Soon, God told me that I was wrong.

Yan Pianqian asked me to sneak in first, and he had to make some preparations himself. I mingled in the crowd and watched the yellow-clothed Taoist finish the funeral, and then went to the mourning hall of the deceased's home with his disciples to chant sutras.

In order to save land and prevent the spread of disease, the state stipulates that all except some ethnic minorities will be cremated. After walking around the village, the team was sent to the funeral home in the village and town to be parked, and after the body was delivered to the funeral home, the funeral began.

The funeral is divided into two parts: the farewell ceremony and the memorial service. During the farewell ceremony, a "mourning hall" was set up, and the mourning hall was surrounded by wreaths, and the wreaths were hung with couplets of relatives and friends. The farewell ceremony began with a mourning music, with mourners observing three minutes of silence, then bowing three times and finally circumnavigating the body to pay respects to the deceased. The family members held the posthumous photo of the deceased and led the mourners to a memorial service in the small hall. The memorial service is mainly to commend the deceased's deeds during his lifetime, and the posthumous photos are generally not colored, and the "charcoal fired porcelain phase" is used to show that it is permanent. After all this process, the morning had passed, and the family members in mourning clothes began to invite guests to go to the hotel in the village and town for dinner.

In fact, this situation is not very common in villages and towns, and most of the practice in the village is to invite a few masters to their homes to make their own flowing water mats and entertain the neighbors in the village.

I handed over a gift at the banquet, and sat down peacefully at the banquet, watching the waiter serve cold dishes, at this time the eldest son of the deceased's family stood on the banquet table, knocked the microphone lightly twice, and the banquet gradually quieted down, and I saw that the eldest son was only in his twenties, although he was not very good-looking. Fortunately, his face is upright, but there is a mole on the left side of his face, which affects the view of the whole face. I only heard him say on the stage: "Distinguished guests, relatives and friends, friends. Hello! Today, it is with a heavy heart that we come to my sister's farewell banquet. My younger sister passed away at 11:47 p.m. on December 6, 2010, at the age of 20. My sister was a good sister who was good in character and learning, serious and responsible, and filial to her parents. On behalf of my family, please allow me to thank all the guests and friends who are here. Thank you. I would like to bow three times to all the guests and friends to express my gratitude. After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply three times, and then said: "Today, my family prepared a glass of wine in this Fengde Restaurant to express gratitude. Thank you again for your presence and help. Thank you!" After a few words, the banquet began