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But just when I wanted to ask what Wang Jianzhang meant, I saw that he had already knelt in the middle of the line with three other people and began to cry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I've been to a lot of funerals, but that's not the case.

I looked around, and no one was holding their heads up, or even crying with their heads bowed as if they were afraid of something.

In my opinion, such crying is useless at all, and the dead really can't hear it.

And, on such an occasion, my goosebumps actually rose.

This made me even more uneasy.

But no one paid attention to me, and I glanced at the coffin again, and I had to take out a futon from the things I was carrying, which was the futon in the main hall of the master's Taoist temple, which was actually just a mat, and when I was in Truman, I thought that it seemed that the deceased was going to sit cross-legged and chant the scriptures, so if I didn't bring this thing, would I have to sit directly on the ground.

And looking at these people on the ground, I felt that I was really doing the right thing about bringing the mat.

There was no room for me to use it anyway, so I placed the futon directly in front of the coffin, in the middle of the two mourning processions.

After sitting cross-legged, I was embarrassed to find something, because it seemed that I didn't know how to recite the scriptures at all.

But no one seemed to care what I was doing, so I just sat there and watched everyone's expressions.

But soon, I gave up on this decision, because I had my head down, and I didn't have a clairvoyant eye, I could only see the black tops of my head, which was very boring.

"Dao Chief, what are you doing like this?" Just as I was still thinking about whether I should take out the books given by my master and read them, I heard an older voice say.

Finally, someone spoke, and although he was questioning what I meant, I was still quite excited, so I quickly followed the sound and looked over.

The person who spoke had already raised his head, so I could easily see him.

This is an old man in his fifties, his hair has turned gray, and if it weren't for the wrinkles on his face that are not so deep, I would even think he would be seventy years old.

The old man was kneeling in the first position on my left hand, and Wang Jianzhang was behind him, so I guessed that this should be Wang Jianzhang's father, that is, the person who went to the Taoist temple to find the master today.

At this time, this old man was looking at me like a torch, which made my heart chuckle.

But superficial etiquette still has to be done.

"I'm sitting here, planning to recite the sutra to the deceased, is there any problem?" As for his question, although I don't know what I'm doing, but now my identity tells me that fooling him is a must-do.

"Dao Chief, the altar has been set up, should you move first?" The old man seemed a little confused about my answer, but he probably asked very respectfully out of a taboo about my identity.

"Oh, I'm coming!" Actually, I don't have any bottom in my heart when I say this. Because I found that my conversation with him was completely chicken-and-duck.

And what kind of altar, I don't know at all, isn't it that the dead are overrun, isn't it chanting?

The confusion in my heart was already a mess, but I still nodded very seriously.

"Jianzhang, you lead the Taoist to the altar!" the old man said sternly as he faced his son.

Wang Jianzhang didn't speak, but just stood up, walked in front of me, and made a gesture of invitation to me.

Even though I felt embarrassed, I stood up quickly, and then walked in the direction guided by Wang Jianzhang.

The so-called altar is on the right side of the coffin.

On a large table of eight immortals, there is a yellow tablecloth, and in the purple-gold incense burner of unknown material, three incense sticks have been lit.

I think it's like doing things.

When I was very young, I used to go to funerals with my aunt, and it was like this.

Looking at the table in front of me, I always felt that something was missing. So I also stopped, thinking about it very seriously.

In my memory, my aunt seemed to be holding a peachwood sword, and there were other things on the altar.

While I was still trying to remember, a dark shadow suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, interrupting my train of thought. When I looked up, it was empty, and there was nothing but the altar and the coffin in front of me.

Wang Jianzhang is still standing behind me.

Could it be that I'm dazzled? I saw a figure flash by.

"Two white candlesticks, remember, if you want that kind of thick candlestick, bring them quickly!"

When my uncle and grandmother do things, they always have to put incense on their own first, so naturally there is a candlestick, and on the table in front of me, there is only an incense burner, so I will be so solemn.

After Wang Jianzhang heard my words, he turned around and left.

With a cautious face, I took out from my backpack what I had turned over in the master's hall before.

The peachwood sword is a must, and there is one more important thing, which seems to be the gossip yin and yang clutch mirror, and it seems that the master introduced it like this.

I was relieved when I put these two things on the table.

But soon, I thought of a very important question, that is, the master said, after opening the yin and yang eyes, because I still have no Taoism, so the point is that at night, I unconsciously see ghosts, and only when I can control the mana, will it return to normal.

I haven't seen a ghost tonight, which doesn't make sense at all.

Wait, the five people I saw before, in fact, there are only four people, so one of them is already a ghost, but I didn't pay attention.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder, the ghost that appeared inexplicably was still in a place where there were just dead people, no matter how I thought about it, I felt terrible.

Thinking of this, I quickly picked up the peachwood sword on the table, this is my life-saving thing.

Wang Jianzhang quickly walked over with two white candlesticks, and after putting them away, he didn't even say a word, and left directly.

Didn't you look nervous before, saying that you wanted me to give it to his grandfather? Why aren't you nervous now?

However, I don't bother to think about such questions, in front of the altar, now that I am alone, I can calm down and quickly study the book given by the master to see what the so-called Dharma should be done.

Just as I was opening the book, a gust of wind blew and I closed it.

I don't have the same relaxed expression on my face anymore.

I already felt the cold wind, so I felt it at the first time, and this wind was mixed with ghostly energy.

With a slaughtered face, at this time, no one can save me.

After taking the book into my arms, I pretended to be calm and walked to the altar, picked up the sandalwood that was lying on the side, lit it, and respectfully inserted it into the incense burner.

Everyone is asking God for blessing, but I am asking for the master's blessing.

The creepy was really what I felt at this time, because there was no movement except for the gusts of wind whistling.

If a ghost appeared in front of me at this time, I might not be so scared, but this kind of psychological warfare is the most terrifying.

Goosebumps all over my body rose.

There's no way to keep waiting, and the best way is to force this ghost out.

Well, I'm actually very apprehensive myself, but it seems that I can only desperately try to catch ghosts.

I picked up the mahogany sword on the table and slashed it over my hand with great caution.

It really hurts, okay.

The peachwood sword glowed in an instant.

It was only at this time that I breathed a sigh of relief, which was a little comforting.

The coffin in front of him was still the same, exuding a smell of decay.

Wait, I suddenly couldn't react, didn't the deceased in the coffin in front of me have just died?

I held the peachwood sword in my hand, and after walking around, my eyes were firmly fixed on the coffin in front of me.

The yin wind whistled again, and this time, I looked very carefully, and the yin wind came from the center of the coffin in front of me.

I guess all the problems here are this coffin, but I still can't figure out if the people who just died will have such great power?

Thinking about it this way, I think it's time to ask Wang Jianzhang what the hell is going on?

The places and plots that I didn't pay attention to before also appeared in my mind.

Just when I walked to the front of the coffin, that is, the place where Wang Jianzhang and they knelt and worshipped, I found that there was no one left.

Seeing the money, only the brazier on the ground and the paper money floating around it showed that someone was really here just now.

At this moment, under the bright lights, the shadow of me alone, under the reflection of the candlelight, is extremely lonely.

The hairs all over my body stood on end.

It's too quiet, it's too quiet, that's why it makes people's hearts hairy.

Even after all I have been through, I still feel scared.

Cautiously walking in front of the coffin, I decided to open the coffin and take a look.

Anyway, the problem now is the coffin, and if I don't open it, I don't think I will be able to leave here today.

After muttering a few words in my heart, I pressed my peachwood sword against the lid of the coffin and pushed it back.

It stands to reason that a person has just died, and he has not yet been buried, and it is impossible for the coffin to be nailed, but I have worked very hard, and the coffin still does not move.

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