It's so impartial.......

Even with the girl's anger, I could clearly feel the ups and downs.

"Don't take it away yet," the girl drank, and I withdrew my hand.

My mind is spinning, how to explain it in the moment.

Before she could find an excuse, the girl began to ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I," what do you say?

At the moment, I am no longer afraid of the taboo of not interfering with each other.

I'm just afraid that this girl will mistakenly think that I am here to intervene and ruin her business.

The girl frowned dumbly when she saw me.... Immediately smiled knowingly.

She clasped her hands together and made a ceremony to probe: "Brother Dao?"

"No, me," I said.

At that moment, I bluntly said that I was not from Nanmao.

And there is no malice in entering the mourning hall at the moment, just to remind Mr. Yin and Yang who is presiding over the ritual for the master. Lao Huang Li said that as soon as the time passes tonight, he will not open the ghost door.

"I don't mean anything malicious," I repeatedly emphasized, even falsely, "I'm the one in town who helps deliver paper."

At that moment, I didn't dare to say that Bai Po asked the hall.

I am afraid that among the peers of the Xuanmen, the truth will be realized.

After all, Granny Bai was a well-known disciple of Beima in her early years.

Therefore, I naturally dare not ruin her reputation.

However, the girl's face turned red when she saw my explanation.

She laughed "poof", "It's okay!"

She was not at all as unkind as I had imagined, and instead took me out of the mourning hall.

He stopped at the door and said, "I know that the ghost gate will be closed tonight as soon as the time passes, but... When the dead have passed the Son, it is the first seven."

She even saw it: "Although you are a paper messenger, you should know some yin and yang, right?"

As she spoke, she pulled out the amulet I had just lost.

Looking at the cinnabar ink on it, she showed her hand and tried... In front of me, the fingertips touched.

It debunked me in an instant, after all, it can be proven now.

At least, I'm someone who knows how to draw talismans and write spells.

However, the girl didn't mind, but pursed her lips and smiled, revealing two shallow dimples.

"Actually," she also came up with the reason at the moment: "As soon as the time passes tonight, it will be the seventh day of the deceased's life, and it is reasonable to say that it will be the first seven times... But because the deceased was nostalgic for the yang world after death, the soul of the deceased returned to the body and did not go to Chenghuang to report."

The girl elaborated, those who die without complaint, when the three souls return to the three paths.

The earth spirit, that is, the ghost often referred to as the folk, will go to the city god to report, the city god yin division, or the mountain temple, it is like the street office of the yang world.

Verify the good and evil in front of the deceased, whether it is good or evil in front of him.

After seven days, they will be escorted back to the door by the Chenghuang Yin Division, and after taking a look, after wishing, they will escort the earth soul to the underworld, which is the so-called underworld.

After passing the ghost gate, he looked in the mirror of sin, and then handed over to the Ten Palaces Yama for punishment according to the good and evil in his life.

Waiting for the next reincarnation!

I know what the girl said, but I didn't expect that tonight would be the first seven of the dead.

Because she ignored what the head nurse said, Zhao Qiuju's mother-in-law died seven days ago.

And at the moment, I don't understand, "What does this have to do with closing the door and you rushing to bury the dead?"

"Silly," she smiled, knocking lightly on my head, it felt cold.

I couldn't help but shrink my neck when it was cold... I heard her laugh and say, "Why are you so unenlightened!"

"This," I was embarrassed!

"Do you want to," she said with a sideways look at me, her beautiful eyes blinking, "The dead man is past the first seven, and Chenghuang will not dare to accept it... Moreover, if the burial is normal and the deceased reaches the Huangquan Underworld, it is inevitable that he will be judged or Yama Luo to be held accountable for the crime of nostalgia for the Yang world. But if,

Borrowing the Yellow Springs Underworld, the disadvantages of the ghost door not being able to open tonight, send the dead in... Seven days before it arrives, it will be delivered to the underworld, and it may be confusing."

"Heh," I smiled awkwardly, "you're a man of the underworld... No, the ghosts of the underworld, so stupid, will let the souls of the dead in, unless they ......."

I was stunned!

"That's right," the girl laughed, "knocking on the door with gold bricks, that's why I want so many gold bricks, and so many paper piercing people, pretending to be the soul seducer of the city god." There is a saying in the yang world, that money can make ghosts grind, and there are many officialdom fraud in the underworld! Naturally, they will open the door for money."

"What are you going to do?" I asked curiously.

But she didn't say anything... He also folded his hands around his chest and asked, "What? Do you want to steal?"

"Steal, I..." I was dumbfounded, and in a hurry, I didn't choose to speak, and subconsciously said: "I'm still stealing art like this, and I'm stealing people."

When the sound fell, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.

"Wait, who stole someone?" I hurriedly argued, "No, I'm not that conscious, actually, I'm just curious......

I really don't know how to say it, and I don't know how to express it.

But come to think of it, it's true. Among this Xuanmen, the most disgraceful is stealing.

That's a big taboo, that's why I'm flustered at the moment, so stupid that I don't know how to explain it.

Fortunately, the girl sneered and looked at my anxious look.

She smiled, "You're so interesting!"

"Really?" I smiled back embarrassedly, hoping that the misunderstanding just now would be a good laugh.

"My name is Jiang Ling," she said, stretching out her hand to emphasize, "the bell of the bell!"

"I," I awkwardly stretched out my hand and shook it, "Jiang Cheng, Jiang Ziya's Jiang, inheritance of inheritance!"

"Jiang Cheng!?" She smiled, "It's the same surname... That's fate."

"Yes," I said, "people, after all, they come together by fate!"

As soon as these words came out, her beautiful eyes changed a little.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I suddenly remembered what I had just said.

"Don't get me wrong," I hurriedly emphasized, "I'm talking about getting together because of fate, not marriage!"

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