Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1840 Noisy (Part [-])
"You haven't eaten half a grain of rice for three meals, no matter what, you have to go downstairs to eat some porridge." Yang Ruoqing said to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu said: "At this time, even if I don't eat for three days, I still don't feel hungry. Qing'er, don't force me, I really don't have an appetite."

Yang Ruoqing said: "If you don't eat breakfast, I won't take you there."

Xiao Yu frowned, she had no choice but to follow Yang Ruoqing's arrangement and come to the hall downstairs.

In the hall, many diners who came to have morning tea and breakfast had already gathered, and everyone was discussing the same thing.

Regarding the Ning family, it has been a hot topic in Qing'an County these days.

"Have you heard? The short-lived son of the Ning family died suddenly yesterday morning. I heard that after his death, his ghost lingered and made a lot of noise!" said customer A.

"Huh? Is there such a thing? Why are you making a fuss?" Diner B asked curiously.

Diner A lowered his voice: "Haunted!"

"What? Haunted?"

"Well, it's haunted."

"I heard that last night, the whole Ning Mansion was flying like dogs and dogs. That's a fierce thing!"

"Oh, where is there really a ghost in this world? Don't be alarmist, you're so scared that people's hairs are standing on end!"

"I'm not talking nonsense. My brother is working in the inner courtyard of the Ning Mansion. He said it."

"I also heard that the steward of the Ning Mansion went to the temple in the outskirts of the county today. I'm afraid he is going to invite Abbot Ci Ning to come over..."

"Abbot Ci Ning? That's an eminent monk. Most of the official wives in the county believe in him."

"Even Abbot Ci Ning was alarmed, which shows how violent the Ning residence was last night!"

"Can you not be fierce? That Mr. Ning died without a problem at such a young age, can this resentment not be heavy?"

"Hey, it's a pity for Mr. Ning, but it's even more pity for Miss Han. Before entering the husband's house, the husband died suddenly, ah!"

When everyone heard this, they were all astonished, sighing, and discussing endlessly.

At the table here, Yang Ruoqing, Xiao Yu and others also listened to every word.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiao Yu worriedly, only to see Xiao Yu's tears falling down again.

"Brother Ning must have a lot of unwillingness to do this, Qing'er, I'm going to see Brother Ning!" Xiao Yu cried.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Go, let's go there together."

This time, the three of them were once again blocked at the gate of the Ning family.

"Why didn't you let us go in to mourn the funeral?" Xiaoyu asked anxiously, "Didn't Tang Yazi show his identity token? Why didn't you let us in?"

Yang Ruoqing comforted Xiao Yu: "It's not aimed specifically at us, it means that everyone is not allowed to enter."

When Luo Fengtang heard the words, he quickly took over the quarrel: "Yes, the housekeeper told me earlier that Abbot Ci Ning is in the mansion, and the mourning matter has to be postponed later, and relatives and friends will be notified later."

"I have arrived at this door, but I still can't see Brother Ning, Brother Ning..."

Xiao Yu's eyes went dark, and she almost fainted again, but fortunately Yang Ruoqing held her up in time.

"Let's go back first, and wait for news when we go back." Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiao Yu shook her head, "I won't go back, I'll just wait here..."

"There isn't even an inn on this roadside, if you just stand at the intersection and wait, you will get sick." Yang Ruoqing persuaded.

Xiaoyu shook his head.

What about sickness?It's better to die...

Yang Ruoqing persuaded her again, but Xiao Yu still refused to leave.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to ask Luo Fengtang to drive the carriage over, and sat in the carriage with Xiao Yu to wait.

On the opposite side, the gate of the Ning Mansion was closed until dark...

Xiao Yu sat on the carriage the whole time, looking at the gate of Ning Mansion, staring at it like a fool.

Ning Mansion, sadness and fear, like an invisible veil shrouded the whole mansion.

Under the corridor, the white lanterns swayed in the night wind.

A gust of wind blew, and the white banners danced wildly, casting ferocious shadows on the ground and the walls, and a strong breath of death hit, the entire Ning Mansion was like a hell haunted by ghosts.

The maids and family members did not dare to walk alone. At this time, in the mourning hall, under the extremely depressing atmosphere, the cries of the women sounded so sad and sad.

"Su'er, my son..."

"You are so cruel. A white-haired man is giving away a black-haired man. How can you let your mother live? My son..."

Mrs. Ning sat beside the golden nanmu's coffin, crying into tears.

He patted the coffin with both hands, despite the persuasion of the daughters around him, they couldn't persuade him.

"Mother, my brother's fortune is poor and his life is shallow. This is also his good fortune, and there is nothing we can do about it!"

"Mom, you have to mourn and change, take care of yourself, my brother is gone, if you have another good or bad, what can we do..."

"Eldest sister is right, mother, you can't cry anymore, grandma and her old man can't bear this blow and fell ill."

"Mother has to decide what happens after my brother's death. If Mother falls ill again, what should I do?"

Several daughters were crying and persuading, looking at the coffin of the only younger brother, the women cried together.

"Ma'am, master, I am accompanying Abbot Ci Ning to the mourning hall." The butler hurried in to pass the message.

Madam Ning hurriedly wiped away her tears and stood up, stepping to the side of the mourning hall.

Soon, a middle-aged man came in accompanied by a monk dressed as an eminent monk.

Behind the two, there are two young novice monks.

After entering the mourning hall, no one spoke, the monk went straight to the side of the coffin, and walked around the coffin with lotus steps.

He stretched out his hand to caress the coffin again, nodded and squinted his eyes, and muttered words in his mouth, as if he was reciting some spell.

In the mourning hall, no one dared to make any noise, and everyone stared at the monk without blinking.

Even Madam Ning stopped crying.

After a while, the monk withdrew his hand and walked back to the middle of the mourning hall.

Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning looked at each other, and the couple hurried over.

Master Ning clasped his hands together and bowed to the monk in front of him: "Master Ci Ning, look at this..."

Master Ci Ning raised his hand, and recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Master Ling, this is a wish that has not been fulfilled, so the ghost lingers on."

"Wish is over?"

Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning looked at each other and looked at each other.

Master Ci Ning continued: "Young Master died without any illness, died young, and because he had parents and grandmothers, this is his karmic debt."

"After death, people want to go to the living world, but they need to get rid of the past and pay off their karmic debts. If the obsession is not eliminated and the ghost is still there, they will not be able to go where they should go and stay in this world."

"After a long time, Yu's house will be restless, and it will be really unfavorable to him."

"Lonely ghost, wandering around the bridge of Naihe, suffering from the rain and the wind."

"I don't want to be reincarnated, and it is extremely detrimental to the descendants of the entire family."

After hearing Ci Ning's words, Lord Ning and Mrs. Ning were dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)