Lian Shui trembled and leaned forward, and even the old man sat up from the coffin.

Ah~ah~ah~

Lian Shui sat on the ground, and the others crouched in the corner.

Jiang Qingran opened one eye and peeked, and even the old man's back was straight.

She bypassed the shed and went into the house to find Mr. Yin and Yang.

When Mr. Yin and Yang heard the news, his expression was solemn, and he went out with Jiang Qingran to check the situation.

When they came out, even the old man sat for about half an hour with his eyes closed, and his body slowly fell into the coffin.

There is Mr. Yin and Yang, and Jiang Qingran obeys Mr. Yin and Yang's arrangement.

Professional things naturally need to be done by professional people.

Mr. Yin Yang looked at the coffin for a long time and counted for a long time, then went back to the house and wrote a lot on rice paper with a brush.

Jiang Qingran didn't look at any of them, and gave them to Lian Shui.

Lian Shui looked at the dense handwriting and handed it over to the housekeeper to do.

Not long after the housekeeper finished doing it, the old man Lian who was lying down sat up again, turned to look at Jiang Qingran and where they were.

Jiang Qingran dragged Lian Shui to her when Old Man Lian came over, and stood side by side with Mr. Yin and Yang.

She hides behind Mr. Yin Yang and Lian Shui.

Even the old man had a meaningful smile on his face.

He jumped out of the coffin and ran straight to Lianshui.

Even the moment before the old man came over, Jiang Qingran took advantage of the chaos and ran to the gate of the main courtyard to take a peek.

She was not in front of her, and even the water was suddenly six gods and no master.

Looking at the old man Lian who suddenly appeared in front of him, Lian Shui Niang fainted.

Mr. Yin Yang had also seen this kind of scene for the first time, and he trembled and said: "I am only responsible for looking at the feng shui of the cemetery, and the rest is not under my control."

If there is anything you entrust your dream to your son, let your son do it for you. ”

Mr. Yin and Yang wanted to run, but his legs seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he couldn't move.

Even the old man stared at Mr. Yin Yang with wide eyes and laughed out loud after a moment.

He said in an extremely terrible voice: "I want your life, will you give it?" ”

Mr. Yin and Yang's lips were half open, and he really couldn't say what he gave.

He was only in his forties, and he didn't live long enough.

Mr. Yin and Yang put his hands together and begged, and he didn't even break out when the old man said anything.

Mr. Yin and Yang was about to cry, he didn't say how high his skills were among his peers, his craftsmanship was indeed better than them, and he was also the highest price among their group of Mr. Yin and Yang.

He never imagined that one day he would encounter such a difficult problem.

Right now, he is in dire need of a fortune teller to save his life.

Lian Shui woke up from his coma and saw that his father had not returned to the coffin, and fainted again.

Jiang Qingran hid at the gate of the main courtyard, and the housekeeper came to ask her for help.

"Mrs. Jiang is fine, help our master solve this difficulty." The housekeeper was in tears.

"Butler, it's not that I don't help you, it's just that I can't tell whether even the old man is breathing.

If he really breathes, what is standing in front of your master and Mr. Yin Yang at this moment, don't you need me to remind you, right? "Jiang Qingran was hired by Lian Shui Hua to be a guest.

When encountering this kind of problem with a real ghost scene, she can't rush forward like a fool.

"What's that going on? Is our master hopeless? ”

Jiang Qingran stretched out her hand and gestured, and she whispered: "You send someone to find a prestigious fortune teller nearby, and you will agree to the fortune teller no matter how much silver the fortune teller wants."

This is not a trivial matter, and it is not something that can be solved by beating someone in my own family. ”

The housekeeper had a backbone and instructed the villain to do what Jiang Qingran said.

Liu Dapang's suona is still resounding in the sky.

In the main courtyard, even the old man and Mr. Yin and Yang are still confronting.

Mr. Yin and Yang's sweat beads kept pouring out, and he didn't raise his hand to wipe it until the fortune teller arrived.

The fortune teller pinched one finger at a time, and he wrote a few words in cinnabar on the yellow table paper and pasted them on the back of the old man.

With this talisman, even the old man stood in place like a needle of the sea god.

Mr. Yin and Yang's life was rescued, and he thanked the fortune teller for his timely help.

"Don't thank me, I was also invited by the housekeeper." The fortune teller was wearing a gray robe and touched a goatee with his right hand.

Mr. Yin Yang is a smart person, and when he heard it, he knew that it was Jiang Qingran's idea.

He squatted down and slapped Lian Shui, who was less timid than him, "Master Lian, the fortune teller is here, we have been saved." ”

"Really?" Lian Shui was moved to hug Mr. Yin Yang and cry bitterly.

It must be the eldest sister who asked the housekeeper to invite the fortune teller, the eldest sister is so nice.

The fortune teller stood in the middle of the courtyard, pinching his fingers to count.

Suddenly, he threw a yellow talisman into the direction of the door.

Huang Fu landed in the air, Jiang Qingran looked at it from a distance, according to the place where Huang Fu was pasted, it should be the door of the head, and after adding the height of the ghost in the air, it was inferred that the ghost who made trouble was a female ghost.

Female ghost, could it be that Lian Shui caused a love debt in his previous life?

"Old Madam Lian attached herself to Old Man Lian and came home to make trouble, she has a lot of opinions about you.

Don't you usually go to the grave to burn paper for Mrs. Lian? The fortune teller listened to the old lady crackling and complaining to himself.

Tell me how hard it is for me to live, and I don't even have any money to buy something.

"I burn it two or three times a year, and everyone in the village does the same." Even Shui thought that he had gone to the grave to burn paper a lot of times, so why was he dissatisfied?

Two or three times, no more and no less.

"No, if you burn it, even the old lady won't say that there is no silver flower, and she won't have a big opinion of you." The fortune teller said again.

If it weren't for his yellow talisman sticking to the door of Mrs. Lian's head, Master Lian would probably be choked by Mrs. Lian's neck at this time.

Lian Shui seriously recalled that he did go to his mother's grave every year to burn paper and kowtow, and he never fell once.

"Sir, I'm not lying, I really don't miss a holiday to burn paper."

Even the old lady couldn't help but burst into foul language and let his grandmother's fart go.

The grave was even watered, and the paper money was burned.

The yellow table paper brought by Lian Shui, in the name of honoring her, was burned to the grave of an old man who did not know the origin and had no name next to him.

The old man is so rich that he can't spend his tickets.

On the other hand, she has no money to spend, so she depends on the old man's good mood to give her two alms, and she has to raise boys and girls, feed cattle and horses, and live a tight life.

Whose eldest son doesn't even know where his wife's grave is.

What is the first time I went to the grave, and I have no experience to forgive.

There are many times even the water grave, and I have never burned it right.

Jiang Qingran pursed his lips and stole fun, the good guy has lived for two lifetimes, and the first time he heard that there was a mistake in the grave, this mistake was many years.

She felt that Mrs. Lian was very kind, but if it was her, she would come home every day to make Lianshui.

"Sir, have you checked it?

My mother's grave, how could I be wrong? Lian Shui firmly believes that he is right.

He doesn't know other people's graves, but can he still admit his own mother's graves?