The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Chapter 574 Transcendence
Magistrate Wu stared at Mr. Li for a while. It was unknown whether it was because he was grateful for Mr. Li's willingness to spend money to help the deceased soul to rest in peace, or because of his friendship with Pan Yun, but in the end he nodded and agreed: "You can redeem your sentence."

Mr. Li cried.

Turn around immediately to make arrangements.

At 11:00 pm, all the remains were transported to the county's mass grave.

There were many graves in the mass grave, so Magistrate Wu ordered the runners to dig pits during the day.

The plan was to choose a sunny day in the next two days to bury all the bodies.

But Pan Yun and the others wanted to pray for the souls of the dead, so they chose tonight.

Mr. Li was very generous. He directly took the finest plain silk from his own shop and spent a large sum of money to buy burial urns for them.

More than a dozen bone urns were lined up in a row, and at the end were two coffins, all of which had just been delivered by the owner and his employees of the coffin shop.

They didn't leave at this time either.

Because the coffin shop provides bone collection and burial services, Mr. Li not only bought a lot, but also bought good quality bone urns, and received a package that also included a lot of incense, candles, and paper money.

To be honest, they have seen quite a few corpses after doing this business for so long, and they often cooperate with the county government, but this is the first time for them to bury so many corpses late at night.

Looking at the Taoist priest standing nearby, the shopkeeper and his employees felt a chill on the back of their necks.

The yamen runners didn't feel cold, they just felt hot.

Carrying corpses up and down in the middle of summer, isn't it hot?
The yamen runners felt that the heat had gone bad and their bodies were full of odor.

They carried the corpses down one by one. When they turned around, they couldn't help but glance at Pan Yun and others who were standing on the side with their hands clasped together. They muttered in their hearts: This is really crazy. Who would bury a body so late at night?

Pan Jun looked straight ahead and asked, "Are you cursing me in your heart?"

The runners immediately turned their heads around and went to move other corpses, denying in a panic, "No!"

A yamen runner couldn't help but ask: "Master Pan, can you read minds?"

"No," Pan Yun said, "but I can detect lies, and you clearly lied just now."

The runners no longer dared to criticize her and honestly carried the corpses down.

They had all turned to bones. Except for two rotten corpses that were prepared with shrouds and shoes, the rest of the corpses were simply wrapped in silk, with a piece of white paper pasted at their feet, on which were their simple portraits and names.

Wu County Magistrate and County Lieutenant came over with an armful of wooden tablets: "The pens and ink are ready. These were sent by the coffin shop. It's too late to ask someone to write them. Let's do it ourselves. Leave a tablet for them so that relatives and friends can recognize them when they come to pay their respects in the future."

The handwriting of these people was no worse than that of the master in the coffin shop. They took pens, sorted out the names to be written and started.

Mr. Li was about to reach out his hand, but Pan Yun slapped him on the back of his hand: "Don't do it, they will be unhappy."

Mr. Li was dissatisfied: "I prepared so many things for them, why are they unhappy?"

"Who wants to die when they can live?" Pan Yun said, "If this little favor can buy you to die, I will also give you a set, and it can be even more luxurious. Will you go and die?"

Mr. Li opened his mouth and could not utter a word.

Master Li held up a pen and said, "Dad, why don't you go and move the urn over here? Shopkeeper Wang just said that it would be best to write their names on the urn, so that we won't make mistakes when we look for the remains in the future."

"The tablets are already there, how could there be a mistake?"

"Really," Magistrate Wu said quietly, "I handled a case in which a man liked the feng shui of a grave and wanted to change the burial site for his ancestors, so he secretly swapped the two wooden signs."

Everyone:...

"The two families held ceremonies in confusion for two years. In the third year, the other family felt that the location was wrong, but they couldn't figure out why. Finally, they filed a lawsuit with the county government, asking it to open the tomb and inspect the urn. Only then did they discover that the urn of the Li family's ancestor was buried under the tablet of the Zhang family's ancestor."

Pan Jun had a question mark on his forehead: "He...he didn't change the jar?"

Magistrate Wu glanced at her and said, "No."

Pan Yun asked sincerely, "He had bad luck in those two years, right?"

Wu County Magistrate: "Unfortunately, he had good luck in those two years, so he was more certain that changing his Feng Shui would be beneficial." Not only Pan Yun, but even Li Wenying was surprised, saying in unison: "His ancestors had a really good temper."

It seems impossible to think about it. If they were in their shoes, they would have to play mixed doubles with this filial son in their dreams, unless...

"Did he reincarnate?"

Magistrate Wu could not answer this question.

But the matter of writing on the urn was settled, although they didn't think anyone would move their wooden sign.

The more people there are, the faster the speed.

After Pan Yun finished writing, he went to pick up the bones, opened the silk, and placed the bones in the urn from bottom to top.

It was the first time she did such a thing. She had only read about it in books and had also taken classes at the academy. She had not practiced it at the time, but she remembered where each bone should be.

Among those present, apart from her and Li Wenying, only the owner of the coffin shop had this ability.

So it was just the three of them who were doing the An Gu thing.

Pan Yun carefully placed the head down, closed the lid after confirming that it was correct, and then covered the urn with silk.

Pan Yun took Xiao Hong's body away, leaving a total of 17 bodies.
Fifteen urns and two coffins were now carefully placed at the bottom of the pit.

Pan Yun looked up at the stars and the moon in the sky.

The moon tonight is as small as a bean sprout, but there are many stars, forming a galaxy.

Li Wenying pasted the last talisman, clapped his hands, climbed out of the pit, looked up at the starry sky, and sighed, "It's past the hour of Hai."

Pan Yun: "How great! This is the time when the Yin energy is gradually increasing."

Li Wenying glanced at her, thinking that she was really enjoying the fun.

Master Li seemed to sense it as well, and he moved over tremblingly: "Master Pan, how about we hold the memorial service tomorrow? It's late at night, don't people usually hold funerals at noon?"

Pan Yun: "Do you know why the funeral was held at noon?"

Mr. Li said as a matter of course: "Because it's auspicious."

Pan Yun: "Yes, but who will benefit from it?"

Mr. Li's eyes widened: "What, what do you mean?"

"It means that choosing noon as the funeral is beneficial to the living," Pan Yun said, "Do I have to make it clear? The dead souls belong to the Yin, so they naturally prefer the night. But, do you dare to hold the funeral at night?"

Mr. Li's face turned pale. He took two steps back and shook his head repeatedly. The yamen runners beside him were also shocked.

They were steaming hot and didn't feel cold at first, but now they suddenly felt chilly.

Pan Yun glanced at them and frowned: "Why are you so timid? You have a lot of evil spirits on you, but you also have a sense of righteousness. Generally, evil spirits can't get close to you. You scared yourself and put away your courage. Look, now the evil spirit is entangled with you, right?"

The yamen runners widened their eyes and were about to ask what to do, but Pan Yun had already slapped them on the shoulder with such force that their arms went numb and they became furious.

Pan Jun nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad, just like that, keep it up."

The Yamen runners: ...

Mr. Li came up immediately and said, "Master Pan, please give me a slap too."

Such a request is rare, how could Pan Yun not meet it?

She slapped Mr. Li to the ground.

Li Wenying urged her: "Stop playing and come to help."

"Oh." Pan Jun immediately stopped smiling and walked forward happily.

(End of this chapter)