C12 A dead man who cannot be sent away

I watched Daoist Master Qing Feng sitting at the computer table, smoking long and hard. The thick smoke from his mouth drifted around his forehead like a cloud of smoke. The smoke could dissipate, but the memories of human beings could never dissipate.

I looked at Daoist Master Qingfeng's face which was filled with pain, and felt a burst of unhappiness in my heart. Some of the pain could be written on my face, but some could only be buried deep in the depths of my heart. Even if it was buried deep within my heart, it couldn't stop it from taking root and growing into a flower that could cause one's heart to break into tears.

Every time someone touched it, the Heartbreak Flower would cause them to feel a heart-wrenching pain …

I believe that at the bottom of everyone's heart, there is such a heartbreaking flower.

Daoist Master Qingfeng and I didn't speak as we stood in the room. Ever since I was young, I wasn't the type of person who would comfort others, so I had no choice but to stay silent with him.

Daoist Master Qingfeng smoked one cigarette after another. After an unknown amount of time had passed, a series of hurried knocks suddenly came from outside the room.

After hearing the knock on the door, Daoist Qingfeng hurriedly calmed himself down and said to me while waving his clothes:

"Business is here. Go open the door and receive the customer, I'll go wash my face."

"Business? "What kind of business?" I asked curiously.

"Don't ask so much for now, hurry up and open the door." As Daoist Priest Qing Feng spoke, he entered the inner room and washed his face.

Seeing this, I didn't ask any further and ran out of the house. Opening the temple door, I saw a middle-aged couple standing outside with an anxious expression. When they saw me, they hurriedly went forward and asked.

"Little brother, is your monastery head, Daoist Qingfeng, here?"

"Yes, why are you looking for my master?" I asked.

When the middle-aged woman heard my words, she grabbed my arm, looked at me pleadingly, and said:

"Little brother, please help us meet your master. Something big is happening at our home!"

When I heard the woman's words, I was just about to tell them to wait here for a moment. I'll go call my master. Daoist Qingfeng's footsteps came from behind me.

The sharp eyed woman saw Daoist Qingfeng from far away and yelled at me,

"Dao leader, something big has happened to our family! Help! "

At this time, Daoist Master Qingfeng had already walked to the front of the temple. He looked at the two people outside and asked:

"What happened? "Don't be in such a hurry. If you have anything to say, just give them some incense money first. Then, we can talk it over slowly."

"I... "My father-in-law refused to leave while he was at home …" At this time, the woman looked at Daoist Master Qingfeng and said with an ugly expression.

As soon as I heard her, the woman said this, and a wave of contempt rose in her heart. Who would drive away their father-in-law? Furthermore, to be so brazen, her father-in-law had actually come looking for a Daoist, what kind of method was this?

When Daoist Master Qingfeng heard this, he asked:

"How long has your old man been dead?"

"Seven days." The man answered before the woman could.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Daoist Master Qingfeng asked.

"This... "This..." After the man heard Daoist Qingfeng's words, he faltered and was unable to speak. At this time, the woman interrupted and said:

"Our family's old man is a burden if he lives. If he doesn't die and still wants to drag us down, how would he be willing to leave? "Leader, quickly help us out. If this goes on, the child will be scared."

After Daoist Master Qingfeng heard what the woman said, he coldly snorted:

"Humph!" Nonsense! With an elder in your family and a treasure in your hands, how can you possibly drag others down?! "

When the woman heard Daoist Qingfeng say this, she lowered her head and said nothing. However, she could not help but mumble something in a low voice.

"Daoist Priest, no matter what, you should go to my house first. This old father of mine has been dead for so long and refused to leave, but now that the news has spread, I don't know where to put my face. Daoist Priest, as long as you can help me send my father away, I can let this old man rest in peace, however much money is needed!" the man said.

I clearly saw that Daoist Master Qingfeng's eyes lit up when he heard that man say "as much as you want". He looked at that man and said:

"For many years, I, the master cultivator, have always taken it upon myself to help the world and protect the peace of the yin and yang. Since someone has encountered this kind of matter, how can I just ignore it?" I'll go with you guys to take a look, but we need to talk about the money beforehand. Although it is not a matter of money, it is not something that can be solved without money. "

"This... "This, Taoist Elder, you just have to name a price!" The man looked at Daoist Qingfeng and said.

"I'll give you a twenty percent discount, two thousand." Daoist Master Qingfeng stretched out two fingers.

After hearing that, the man gritted his teeth and said,

"Sure!"

"Do you want to register for a membership card?" It's still cheap to have a membership card next time. " Daoist Master Qingfeng asked a question that made the two men's faces darken.

Could he hope for her to be better?

Just like this, Daoist Qingfeng, my unreliable master, and I packed our bags, locked the gate, and got into the tricycle of those two. "Rising up," we headed towards their home.

On the tricycle, I kept thinking about what the man had said. The living couldn't be taken away, but it was easy to explain, probably because the old family didn't want to leave. But why couldn't he just send her away? He's already dead, can he still sit up and say that he doesn't want to leave?

The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I always wanted to ask Daoist Qingfeng whether he was going to leave or not, but the noise from the tricycle was too loud, so I endured it and decided it wouldn't be too late to ask about it when we arrived at the place.

The road was bumpy, and although I took a detour, I knew that this village was the one I went to with Ghostly Fire last night.

After entering the village, I first looked towards the house that the Ghost Flame and Owl came to last night. Indeed, at this moment, there was white cloth hanging in front of that family's door, and the people that came in and out of this house were also dressed in mourning. It seems that Daoist Qingfeng was right.

After passing this house, the tricycle drove towards the middle of the village. At the couple's house where the tricycle was being driven, they parked it in front of the house. I followed Daoist Qingfeng from the tricycle and entered the courtyard behind them.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw that there were many people standing in the courtyard of their house. In the middle of the crowd was a large red coffin.

When I saw this scene, I was really impressed with my family. I didn't feel terrified at all and even made such a coffin.

I whispered to Daoist Qingfeng, who was standing beside me:

"Master, what's going on?"

Daoist Master Qingfeng smiled at me and said:

"You'll understand everything tonight."

I followed Daoist Master Qingfeng around the crowd in the yard and the red coffin and into the house, where I found a large table in the middle of the room, filled with chicken, duck, and fish.

Once Daoist Master Qingfeng entered the room, he sat down by the table and waved at me.

"Come, come, come. Let's eat first. Only after we've eaten our fill can we have the strength to work at night."

I walked over to Daoist Qingfeng and said,

"Master, we... That doesn't seem right, does it? No one else has eaten. "

Dao Master Qingfeng looked at me and said,

"What's wrong with that? This is for the two of us, as long as you don't worry about eating. " As Daoist Priest Qing Feng spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

"Disciple, try this. This chicken stew is not bad!" Daoist Master Qingfeng said as he ate.

Looking at his corrupt appearance, I felt a burst of disdain in my heart. How could he have the appearance of a Taoist?!

But I like it! I picked up a pair of chopsticks and sat down to eat.

"Master, this fish is also not bad..."

"Chicken claws, chicken feet …"

During dinner, I found out from Daoist Master Qingfeng that regardless of whether they were Daoist Priest or Goddess, this village has a rule: they have to treat you to a big meal first.

After dinner, the man who had previously invited us in walked in from the courtyard. He looked at Daoist Qingfeng and asked:

"Daoist leader, do you think we should send my father away during the day or at night?"

"Before sunset this afternoon." Daoist Master Qingfeng said as he rubbed his greasy mouth.

"Alright, then I'll go out and tell them." Then the man hurried out of the room.

"I'll go to the house and take a nap first. Go take a look around yourself. Take care of that bag for me, don't lose it." As he spoke, Daoist Clearwind entered the room.

At this moment, I was the only one left in the entire outer room. I sat by the table, bored as I looked around the room, and accidentally saw a black-and-white photo of an old man hanging in the room. When I looked at him, I felt a little scared, because the old man in the photo was also staring at me with a pair of cold eyes!

This gave me a fright! At the same time, the old man in the photo unexpectedly smiled at me. Her smile was stiff and strange. Since I was young, I had never seen someone else's photo, so I didn't follow any rules. I didn't know that I would never be able to keep staring at a dead person's photo.

"Zuo Shisan, why are you here?" A girl's voice travelled into my ear, and when I turned around, I saw that it was my classmate, Fang Ziyan, walking in from outside the courtyard.

"Fang Ziyan? Why are you here? " She's my classmate. She's good at studying, and she's also pretty, and she's the flower of our class. Other than studying in school, she rarely talks to other guys, so we just know each other and can't be considered as familiar with each other.

"My home belongs to this village. I came here with my dad and coincidentally saw you in the yard, so I came in to greet you." Fang Ziyan looked at me and said with a smile.

After I heard Fang Ziyan's words, I used the corner of my eyes to look at the old man's photo again. I discovered that the old man's stiff smile had also disappeared and the picture had returned to normal.

"Hey, you still haven't told me why you came to our village? Could it be that you have some relatives in Uncle Fang Wei's family? " Fang Ziyan looked at me and asked.

"I …" At this time, I was at a loss as to how to answer her, telling her that I and my Taoist master had come to do "feudal superstition"?

Forget it, just tell me the truth.

"I came here with my master to send him off." I pointed to the black-and-white photo hanging in the room.

Who would have thought that my action would cause Fang Ziyan to jump in fright? She quickly stepped forward and held my hand, and said to me:

"Zuo Shisan, the dead man's photo cannot be carelessly used!"