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Chapter 1651 Encounter (Second Update)
Yang Ruoqing released the pigeon.

However, two days passed, and on the day when the second uncle Yang Hualin performed the ritual, Luo Fengtang and the others did not come back.

"If he didn't come back, it means that he has made a breakthrough!"

When Yang Ruoqing analyzed this matter with Tuobaxian and Sun Shi, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

Luo Fengtang is a person who attaches great importance to filial piety, unless it is absolutely necessary, otherwise, he will definitely rush back after receiving the letter.

In the ancestral hall of Changping Village, there were blows, blows, and firecrackers.

For the ancient rural villages without Internet and TV, holding such funerals undoubtedly enriched the spiritual life of the villagers.

The women in the village, old and young, and those with children, have been watching since the morning when relatives sent wreaths and played them.

Inside the ancestral hall, relatives of Lao Yang’s family sent wreaths, flower baskets, white paper horses, paper sedan chairs, big houses, and golden boys and girls...

These are all the women who watch the excitement like to watch.

Watching, discussing, comparing...

At noon, the Taoist priests came in to have lunch, and after lunch, the Taoist priests hung the eighteen paintings about hell punishments on the walls of the ancestral hall.

Blossoming lotus flowers and some strange patterns were drawn with cinnabar on the ground.

This has undoubtedly become a highlight that attracts the villagers to watch.

Nuo Da's ancestral hall is full of people who come to watch the fun inside and out.

Because old Yang's family has made rumors, this time the funeral should be done properly to avoid bad luck.

Therefore, the lineup of Taoist priests was bigger than the last time Yang Huaan passed away.

The villagers all believed in these things, so not only Changping Village, but even the neighboring villages came to watch the excitement.

At night, Yang Ruoqing wore hemp and filial piety, and participated in the ceremony with her cousins.

When Yang Hualin left, he left behind Yang Ruolan, Boy Bai, and Fu'er.

Yang Ruolan cried pitifully, perhaps thinking of her life experience and experience, she cried and passed out several times.

Boy Bo also lost the mischievousness and agility that a child of this age should have. One after another, he seemed a little dull and autistic.

As for Fu'er, she was too young to understand anything.

Yang Ruoqing sat quietly by the side, looking at the three orphans.

In the future, I'm afraid Fu'er will be the happiest one relatively speaking.

Why?

Old Yangtou said, Qian and Yang Hualin are gone, Yang Ruolan and Boy Bo are barely able to take care of themselves, and they can't care about Fu'er at all.

He also didn't want to worry about Fu'er.

Fortunately, the Jin family liked Fu'er very much, and proposed to raise Fu'er.

Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin were filial to the Jin family, and they couldn't bear to disobey the Jin family's meaning.

Therefore, Fu'er followed the Jin family from now on.

"Qing'er, add some clothes, be careful of freezing."

At some point, Mrs. Sun came to Yang Ruoqing's side and handed over a coat.

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, this season was already the end of July in the lunar calendar, it was hot for half a day and cool for a long time, it was really cold in the middle of the night.

"Thank you, mother." Yang Ruoqing said, taking the coat and covering her lap.

"Is the baby okay?" she asked Sun.

Sun said: "It's all right, I'll sleep with her grandma, and Yaxue will sleep in the next room, so I can take care of everything."

Yang Ruoqing nodded reassuringly.

I slept for a while in the afternoon, and now I am not sleepy at all. I opened my eyes and watched the Taoist priests over there doing that.

Babbling, babbling, singing up and down, the leading Taoist priest was wearing a Taoist costume, jumping back and forth on the complex lines drawn with cinnabar on the ground.

Waving a sword made of copper coins in his hand, he was in the air every second of every day.

The Taoist did it with great concentration, and there was a large area with small benches underneath, and the onlookers in Mazha also watched with gusto.

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in these things, she glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall.

It was painted on pieces of old white cloth, it should be some years old, the old white cloth has already turned yellow.

However, Yang Ruoqing still admires the person who drew this painting, he is really talented and imaginative.

From the first painting to the last one, it is almost like the living beings, exposing people, animals, and the creatures of the world in the form of comic strips.

From the moment their lives die, the question of where and where their souls belong...

In the past, Yang Ruoqing didn't have the time to pay attention to these things, but tonight, it was really boring, and in such an atmosphere.

So, she scanned them one by one.

These paintings, and the people who made these paintings, should want to tell the living people a truth, or in other words, a warning book.

At the moment of death, the soul leaves the body, floating in mid-air, and will see their loved ones cry with their own eyes.

However, they can no longer communicate with their relatives and express anything.

At this time, there will be escort ghost messengers, and they will extradite the soul to the Nine Netherworld.

This road can be described as bloody.

Mountains of swords and seas of fire, Huangquan Road, only in and out.

After arriving at the destination, they have to enter the halls one after another, and accept the interrogation and interrogation of Yama in the Ten Halls.

Everyone will have a book for everything they did during their lifetime, no matter good or evil, black or white.

Score according to each person's good and evil, and then give the next arrangement.

People with long tongues who like to tell stories will fall into the hell of pulling out their tongues.

Misbehaving, slutty women will be ridden on a moving wooden horse.

A spike rose from the wooden horse's back and pierced into the woman's body.

Then the Trojan horse started to run, and the woman's body was bleeding violently, and she was in so much pain that she could not survive or die!

And in the back, on the hanging paintings, stone grinding, long saw cutting...

One pair was bloodier than the other, and Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows twitched a few times.

If there is such a place in the world, it would be really scary.

People, you still have to be kind, do more good, and less evil.

In the middle of the night, the Taoist team moved to the main room of Lao Yang's house.

The Taoist priests surrounded the courtyard and performed rituals for a long time.

In the hand of the Taoist priest, I don't know what kind of thing he was holding, it looked a bit like a conch shell.

But that sound...

It was like the wailing of a hundred ghosts, which made people feel chills all over their bodies and feel uncomfortable all over.

It seems that that voice can really lead to hell...

The whole night of tossing was finally over.

At dawn, the coffin of the second uncle Yang Hualin was carried to the gate of the ancestral hall.

According to the rules, the men of Lao Yang's family were not allowed to carry the coffin, and the men who carried the coffin were invited from the village.

At this time, Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan also came.

Tan lay on the coffin and cried, patting the coffin lid while crying.

Old Yang stood aside, his back completely hunched, and his tears fluttered in the morning breeze.

On the side, the three brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin were all choking there.

(End of this chapter)