Jing Wujie looked at the busy crowd in front of him, and felt a little incredible, many of his companions who were still alive yesterday were still laughing at themselves, why were they lying so cold outside the house today, they couldn't be placed in the house, the straw mat was covered, it was not as lively as the death of an ordinary old man, there was no musician, no coffin bearer, no one spoke loudly, relatives and villagers were all accompanying the child's family and comforting them.

Chef Wang was busy cooking some big dishes in each house, and her mother helped Zhang Luo borrow some dishes and chopsticks, tables, chairs and benches in front of and behind the village.

The potter master in the neighboring town received the news last night and rushed to make seven urn coffins overnight, and early in the morning drove the urn to the family that lost the child, and the urn coffin arrived for a long time, everyone did not dare to move, thinking that their child was about to be packed in this earthen jar, and everyone was crying bitterly.

A thin old man dressed as a Taoist priest, with an equally thin monkey sitting on his shoulder, walked back and forth between seven households, scattering paper money, sticking talismans, and chanting words in his mouth. Finally, he walked to the middle of the dojo arranged in the middle of the village, and took out a white porcelain bowl, a peach wood sword, a copper coin sword, a copper incense burner, and various utensils for practical purposes.

"Master!Little Liu!" Jing Wujie shouted as he stepped forward.

When the monkey named Xiaoliu saw Jing Wujie coming, he immediately jumped up from the Taoist priest's shoulder and pounced on him.

Jing Wujie hugged Xiao Liu, took out a few fruits from his arms and handed them to Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu's grin was very exaggerated, and one person and one monkey were very happy. But after the people around them cast angry glances, they immediately shut up and ran behind the Taoist priest to hide.

This Ma Hu is the most famous Taoist priest in Ping'an County, and there is no one!

Because he is a Taoist priest in the entire Ping'an County, and this is famous because he is lazy to get his fame, a handful of age, and he has not mixed a loud road number, and the respected people will be called Ma Daochang, and those who are not respectful will be called Ma Lao Dao, or call him by his name, Ma Hu!

Although it is said that this horse guard is idle on weekdays, he is very good, but he has always been unambiguous about his business, his medical skills are still good, and as long as there is a dharma, he will change into a very clean wash, the only yellow robe that will not have patches, he is also very well dressed, and the ritual is also very professional, so it is not easy for the villagers to say anything ugly.

That is, this horse road chief who often walks the streets and alleys, after encountering Jing Wujie for the first time, said that he has amazing bones, has spiritual roots, and is suitable for cultivation, and he can't tell when he will be able to ascend to immortal and save the common people!

These words made Jing Wujie, who had loved fantasy since he was a child, his eyes light up, and he really listened to it, and since then, Ma Hu began to follow behind him as soon as he appeared, calling Ma Hu a master.

Ma Hu is known as Ma Banxian in this vicinity, which is also the title given by the villagers to ridicule Ma Hu, because it feels like this Ma Hu can do anything, but everything is half a scoop of water, and there will be a lot of jokes when he really wants to do big things. So those dolls also called Jing Wujie Jing Banxian to ridicule him and this horse guard.

The horse Taoist looked at Jing Wujie and then into the distance, and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Wujie, are you drawing talismans again? You always summon some ancestors back! Don't follow me first, leave with Xiaoliu, don't get close to the dojo, I still have to surpass these seven young souls! So that they can be reincarnated as soon as possible, and go to a good family in the next life, and no longer suffer from such suffering! I also have to recall the lost soul for him!"

This Taoist priest with a hippie smile on weekdays is very serious at the moment, chanting words in front of the altar, grunting for a long time, and only one sentence can be heard clearly: "The Taishang pardon decree, surpass your lonely soul, get rid of the sea of suffering, and reincarnate as an adult!"

After reciting this mantra, it still has a bit of a master's taste. The monkey who jumped aside also took a branch and chirped in his mouth, learning how to cast a mantra on horse. It's just that what was supposed to be a very serious matter was made a little funny by a monkey.

Jing Wujie heard this, and no longer said that he wanted to follow Ma Daoshi, but watched from afar.

There were also groups of ghosts divided into several waves, watching from a distance as the horse chief did it.

"This Taoist priest has water in chanting!" said a dead ghost.

"Mo, no matter how much moisture there is, it can give you a degree, and it just so happens that there is everything here today, so you can do whatever you want!" said a ghost who had been burned to death.

"What about this kid, he was recruited by your kid for no reason, and he can't go far now?" asked the Death Dead.

"This doll is not bad, at least it didn't let us do anything, and this Taoist priest is always covered, forget it! Eat and drink enough to take the money and leave!" said the fire ghost, looking around.

He found that in addition to them, there were several groups of ghosts, and a few of them, led by the water ghosts, were particularly affectionate to this doll. He and this water ghost have all kinds of disagreements, but the only thing that has reached an agreement is not to make trouble with Jing Wujie.

In addition to these waves of ghosts, the ghost aura of the whole village seems to be particularly strong, which is not the effect that these ghosts can bring, but where are the ghosts from other than that?

Mr. Chen from the school was holding on to a big tree on the side, and the old man was in tears: "I complain about the old man, if I don't get out of school early and let them go home, how can I let the dolls suffer this catastrophe!" The old gentleman beat his chest and stomped his feet and cried, crying and crying, he almost lost his breath.

"Don't blame yourself, the old gentleman, these babies' parents have never studied, and they are extremely dull, so this doll was sent to Mr., hoping that Mr. can impart knowledge, Mr. is old, where can he control these wild children, and Mr. out of the school has no responsibility to take care of it!

Looking at the old gentleman who blamed himself, the mayor of the township could only persuade him, if something happened to this old gentleman, he could not bear this responsibility.

This old Mr. Chen was a talent in his early years, and then failed the exam many times, and in his later years, he lost the idea of fame, bought a quiet house on the outskirts of the county, changed it to a private school, and began to teach and educate people wholeheartedly.

One of the characteristics of the old gentleman's recruitment of students is that he only accepts students from poor families, and he does not accept the children of those rich and noble families in the county. Although there is a academy in the county, and the gentleman invited is more famous than this old gentleman, but the county's parent official Master Li is the student of this old Mr. Chen.

Although it is difficult to walk on the road of the imperial examination, but the students who teach are still very competitive, and there are several talents in the examination, and there are several people, and some of them have also found an official position in the court, although they are not in the center of power, but from the teaching of Mr. Chen, they have also won a lot of fame for this old gentleman, including the diligent and loving Li Daren.

The lieutenant chief's words were not only for Mr. Chen, but also for the villagers, and if he wanted to find Mr. Chen to play tricks, he had to weigh the amount. And this doll is out of your own door, that is, you are not well guarded.

Seven dolls in this village drowned at the door of the house at once, and the only child who was okay was too timid to go into the water, but after seeing seven companions drowned, the three souls lost two souls, and they were scared stupid. There is such a big thing, he is not comfortable in the heart of the chief, each family sent some pensions, said some comforting words, but to no avail, people can not be resurrected after death, especially children are the heart of their parents, raised so big, one can not see his adult, one can not support the elderly, middle-aged lost children, it is a great tragedy in life.

As the lieutenant chief, he can't let things develop viciously, and he can't have uncontrollable events, such as self-harm, or hurting others, which naturally includes these irrational parents looking for trouble with this old Mr. Chen.

"Folks, it's almost noon, the children can't stay outside all the time, it's too hot!" The lieutenant also knew that the funeral should not be delayed, and he could not delay it, so he ordered everyone to help put the child's body into the urn coffin. Those parents were crying to death again, and refused to let their children enter the urn for a long time, so the villagers had to comfort and persuade each other again.

The dolls died young, died early, and could not be buried in their ancestral graves, nor could they be buried, nor could they use coffins, so they had to be put into urns today, so this thing was done very simply. After the dojo accepted the excesses of the Ma Dao Chief, each family came to receive their urn coffins.

Just as they were about to send the urns out, their opinions were divided. Although they could not enter the ancestral grave, some hoped to be buried on the hill behind the town, some said that they would float away in the river, and some said that they would be cremated, but as soon as they said that they were cremated, they were drowned out by the spittle of the people around them.

Ma Hu looked coldly at the ghosts gathered outside the entrance of the village, drew a large circle with his sword on the ground, burned several pots of paper money in it, and said softly, "Fellow ghosts, the poor road is here today for the seven young sons, if you have nothing to do, take this money, and disperse!"

"Get the money and go!" The old water ghost took the lead, and his gang all stepped forward to take the paper money and disappeared.

Seeing the old water ghost taking the lead, the fire ghost snorted coldly, he originally wanted to take the lead, but he didn't want to be preempted, this horse Taoist priest had already given enough face, and he couldn't make trouble himself, and his group also stepped forward to receive their own money.

Seeing that the bosses of the two ghost circles went to collect the money, the other ghosts also responded, and disappeared after receiving the money.

But Ma Hu's brows were still furrowed, "It's a hot day, this ghost is gone, why is it still so cold!"