This is the ancestral hall of the Lin family, and what catches your eye is a wide piece of wood erected on the altar, with the book "Mr. Lin Feng's spiritual seat".

Lin Feng's aunt bowed to the altar a few times, then lit the incense candle and inserted it in the incense burner in front of the altar, and then burned the money. A mysterious and interesting activity is about to begin.

The six middle-aged men and women dressed in yellow, white, blue, black, blue and purple gathered here are Zheng Luan, Deputy Luan, male singers, female singers, male recorders, and female recorders.

At this moment, Zhengluan made a move, and the five of them walked to the altar one after another and bowed together. Zhengluan, who was also bowing, suddenly got up and placed a sand table full of sand on the square table in the middle of the hall.

The deputy luan held a pen nailed into a T-shape by two wooden strips, and tried to write on the sand table. On the top and bottom of the square table stand the main luan and the deputy luan. They looked at each other, and then each grabbed the side of the upper handle of the pen, and cooperated tacitly.

Zhengluan glanced at the altar above the hall and said solemnly, Mr. Lin Feng, today at the request of your aunt, our six departments will set up the altar for you, and now the support activities are about to begin, I respectfully ask you to answer your aunt's question.

I saw Lin Feng's aunt, who was sitting on the side, get up, carry a chair close to the square table and sit down, quietly facing the main luan and deputy luan who were about to help the puppet.

Male singers, female singers, male recorders, and female recorders are positioned on the left and right sides of the square table. Just two singers standing, two recorders sitting, and pen and paper are ready.

At this time, Zhengluan made a gesture to announce the start of the help, and motioned to Lin Feng's aunt to ask about something.

Lin Feng's aunt said, Lin Feng, you died in a car accident for more than half a year, and your aunt has always missed you and cared about you. Today, I specially invited the three talented personnel to come to the altar to help you, I just want to ask you a few things, you answer me truthfully, okay?

The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan writhed on the sand table, and a line of words appeared. The male and female singers looked at it carefully, and then sang in unison, "Okay, auntie, you can ask casually." Male and female recorders write with their pens in an unfolded notebook.

Lin Feng's aunt asked again, a few days ago, the wife of Xu Cungui, the principal of Xujiawan Primary School, came to me and said that your former girlfriend Wu Ximei had an improper relationship with Xu Cungui, is it caused by you?

The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan writhed and twisted on the sand table, and a large line of words appeared. The male and female singers looked at it carefully, and then sang in unison, "Auntie, how can I be blamed for this?" I was because I couldn't let go of Wu Ximei and loved her too much, so I accompanied her at night and planned to marry her.

But Xu Cungui didn't have good intentions, not only made trouble from it, but also took possession of Wu Ximei's body on the grounds of being Wu Ximei's companion at night, I hate him to death. Besides, even if I am a ghost, Wu Ximei is afraid, it is beyond reproach for you to be the principal and switch dormitories with her to sleep, and people can understand it, but why do you have bad intentions and occupy Wu Ximei? Isn't this your Xu Cungui style not right?

Because of this incident, the city was full of turmoil and the impact was extremely bad, and the superior leaders knew about it, and they also went to Xujiawan Primary School for a meeting to remove Principal Xu Cungui from his position and transfer him out. Auntie, don't think so, Wu Ximei and Xu Cungui had an improper relationship between men and women, and it was not caused by me. The male and female recorders each waved a pen in their notebook.

Lin Feng's aunt raised her voice and said, Listening to Xu Cungui's wife, she didn't know about the matter between Xu Cungui and Wu Ximei, but you told her three times and twice in a dream, didn't you? The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan twisted and twisted on the sand table, and a large row of words was already presented.

The male and female singers looked at it carefully, and then sang in unison, "I told the secret." There are no three times, only twice, the first time I dreamed was at noon, and Xu Cungui's wife still didn't believe it. That night, I told her again in a dream, and in order to verify the truth of my whistleblowing, she personally took her son as a companion and walked together to rush to school at night.

Auntie, let me tell you, after this incident was exposed, I was very happy, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The male and female recorders each rustled in their notebooks.

Lin Feng's aunt continued, I also know this matter. I also want to ask you, you said that you love Wu Ximei too much, and you plan to marry her. Are you just joking, or are you serious? The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan writhed on the sand table, and two words appeared: Seriously. The male and female singers sang it together. The male and female recorders each made notes in their notebooks.

Lin Feng's aunt said anxiously, this can't be taken seriously. You are my own nephew, and you should listen to my advice, and I advise you to give up this stubborn thought, why? You are no longer human, how can you marry Wu Ximei, who is human? If you really love her, wait until you are reincarnated and become a human in the next life and then renew your relationship with her. Of course, the changes in the afterlife are not clear. Not really.

The pen held by Zhengluan and Deputy Luan did not move on the sand table, and after a while, it still did not move. Zhengluan raised an awl face and thought about it while talking towards the roof of the ancestral hall, which showed that Mr. Lin Feng was unwilling to answer this question. Aunt Lin, you can ask other questions.

Lin Feng's aunt said, Lin Feng, I advise you to let go of this unrealistic delusion. When you were alive, you should have heard the story of "The Legend of the White Snake", the white lady cultivated into a thousand-year-old snake demon, turned into a beauty and married Xu Xian in the world, and achieved a happy marriage, but the good times did not last long, and finally pressed under the Leifeng Tower.

But you are different, you don't have the kung fu to cultivate, and you're just an illusory spirit, you don't have the ability to appear in a human form like a white snake turning into a white lady, if you have this ability, you have become a human body, then go to find Wu Ximei you like, no one will stop you, and Wu Ximei will accept it. You say, don't you?

The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan remained still motionless on the sand table. Deputy Luan suggested, Aunt Lin, you can ask the others. Lin Feng's aunt was stunned for a moment and said, Lin Feng, I have nothing to ask, and you didn't answer me after asking. But I still advise you to give up that delusion and listen to me. The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan writhed on the sand table again.

The male and female singers carefully looked at the words presented on the sand table, and then sang in unison, "Auntie, what else do you have to say?" Male and female recorders write in their notebooks.

Lin Feng's aunt said, you listen to my request for relief, don't be obsessed with the love between men and women. I chant the Buddha and overtake your rebirth, is it okay? The pen held by Zheng Luan and Deputy Luan writhed on the sand table, and a line of words appeared again. When the male and female singers saw it, they sang in unison, "Auntie, thank you for your concern for me, it's a good thing that you chant Buddha for me, but I have to think about it."

The male and female recorders each wrote in their notebooks, and Lin Feng's aunt didn't ask again. The two of them tore off the paper on which they had made a record in the notebook and handed it to the old man for safekeeping.

Xujiawan Primary School, that day was cloudy and overcast. Wu Ximei, a teacher who was lecturing on the podium, suddenly frowned and vomited, she immediately raised her hand to her mouth, Mali walked out of the classroom, spit a mouthful of sour water into the drainage ditch at the bottom of the corridor, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and then returned to the classroom to continue teaching.