After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 23 Can You See?

After Chen Daming finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Song Miaozhu's parents had also passed away:

"Look at me, I'm so confused as to be a ghost. Your parents are gone, and your paper shop is closed!"

"Uncle Chen, I've taken over my family's paper shop. Aunt Chen and the others just haven't had time to buy from me yet. You don't have to worry about them anymore." Song Miaozhu said:
"I made some ingots not long ago, and I brought some with me this time. I'll burn some for you when Aunt Chen and the others come back."

"This, this, this... I feel so embarrassed!" Chen Daming in the tombstone put his hands in his pockets embarrassedly.

Song Miaozhu stopped talking, and Chen Ma and Chen Shuanghe all came back.

The cemetery manager took something and lifted the covering stone, and saw that the urn was soaked in water.

"Fortunately, we discovered it early. If we had been slower, the water would have soaked into the box!" said the administrator.

"How can it be early? The ashes below are all wet. The water in my tomb is not even up to my calves! I bought a high-grade nanmu urn from the crematorium next to your cemetery, but it didn't seal well at all!" Chen Daming cursed in the tombstone.

"Mom! Let's get Dad a new box!" Chen Shuanghe said, "Wood gets easily damp. I see there are stainless steel ones now. They're sturdy and waterproof."

Chen Daming: "Yes, yes, yes! My daughter is right! But the stainless steel ones are too expensive. They feel cold when you sleep on them. They're not as good as the cheap white porcelain ones!"

"..." Song Miaozhu said helplessly: "Shuanghe, metal urns are too cold. Even if it is stainless steel, it will change over time. It is better to choose porcelain. Porcelain is more stable and warmer."

"Isn't the porcelain one too ordinary?" Chen Shuanghe said.

"What's ordinary? Listen to Miaozhu!" Chen Ma said, "Porcelain buried underground for hundreds of years will look the same when it's dug out. Even the stainless steel door at home has rust spots on it!"

"Okay, okay, okay! It's porcelain, so it's porcelain!" Chen Shuanghe said helplessly.

"Shuanghe, burn the paper money you brought. I'll go next door to buy an urn! This cover stone also needs to be redone!" Aunt Chen arranged.

Chen Shuanghe: "I understand."

Song Miaozhu also accompanied her to burn.

"Look at how beautiful my ghost money is! One piece is worth one trillion!" Chen Shuanghe said as he burned it, "Dad, I'm going to burn more paper money for you. Please bless our restaurant business in the underworld to prosper and make a lot of money!"

"Don't burn this kind of rubbish paper money for me anymore!"

Song Miaozhu watched Uncle Chen with a look of disgust as he separated the paper money burned by Chen Shuanghe and picked up the gold ingots she had burned. He thanked her as he picked them up:
"Song girl, thank you so much! Your gold ingots are really good! Some of them are almost as good as the first-grade gold ingots!
You are still young. If you keep going like this, when you die, you can still live a good life in Fengdu with this skill!"

Song Miaozhu nodded helplessly.

Only she could see the scene in front of her, and she couldn't tell Chen Shuanghe, which was really depressing.

He quickly burned some gold ingots, said goodbye to Chen Shuanghe, and went to pay his respects at his family's grave.

Even the yin energy in front of her family's grave is much weaker, almost as dense as the yin energy on the main road of the cemetery.

There are no ghosts on the tombstones, they are so clean.

There is not even any trace of the tomb.

Song Miaozhu placed the bouquet of flowers and started burning gold ingots.

However, there was basically no ghost longevity in the burned gold ingots, which looked empty and was completely inferior to those burned for Uncle Chen.

Perhaps it was because she knew the person she wanted to worship was no longer here, and burning the gold ingots was just a formality. During the worship process, there was no longing for her loved one. The power of longing in the world of the living turns into longing for the dead, and without longing, there is naturally no longing for the dead.

As far as she observed, the longevity of the dead inside the gold ingots she burned for Uncle Chen was not as much as the longevity of the dead inside the paper money burned by Chen Shuanghe. This was determined by the strength of the power of longing.

However, the paper money burned by Chen Shuanghe, as a medium for the power of thoughts to transform into the life of the dead, was of very poor quality. Most of it was wasted, and the rest was constantly dissipating.

Unlike the gold ingots she burned, no matter how much thought and energy she put into it, it would neither be wasted nor dissipated.

It is just not as good as the ingots of the lower grade. As long as it is a first-time user, you can deposit and withdraw the life span repeatedly after getting it.

By the time she finished sweeping the tomb, Aunt Chen and the others had already renovated Uncle Chen's tomb.

This time it was sealed more carefully.

After leaving the cemetery and getting into the car, Chen Shuanghe suddenly said, "There can't really be ghosts in this world!"

Song Miaozhu was shocked: "Why do you say that suddenly?"

She talked about the calico cat ghost a few days ago, and Chen Shuanghe acted like she believed in science and not ghosts!
Chen Shuanghe hesitated and said, "When I saw the waterlogged tomb of my father today, I felt a sense of déjà vu. I suddenly remembered where I had seen it before!"

"Where?" Chen Ma asked, "I hope it's not a ghost!"

"In a dream! Mom, I had the same dream as you this year, several times about being drowned. However, the dreams were very short, and I forgot about them as soon as I woke up, so I didn't take them seriously. The scene in the dream was a bit similar to today, and I seemed to hear my dad's voice."

The more Chen Shuanghe spoke, the more he felt something was wrong.

"How old were you when your father died? Can you still remember his voice?" Mother Chen said angrily, "Don't think too much! Just repair his grave today. Hurry and drive back. We still have to prepare dinner!"

Chen Shuanghe started the accelerator suspiciously: "Am I really overthinking it?"

"Who knows!" Song Miaozhu scratched the kittens' chins: "Right! Little fur balls?"

"Mi~mi~"

"I know, I know. I'll make you a bag of goat milk powder right away!" Song Miaozhu took out the thermos cup and cat bowl she carried with her.

Mother Chen watched from the side and shook her head: "Miaozhu, you really are raising a kitten like a child!"

"They are still little kids!" Song Miaozhu said, "I promised their mother I would take good care of them."

Mother Chen glanced at her daughter who was looking at the car, then came over to Song Miaozhu and whispered, "Miaozhu, you...can you see those things now?"

Song Miaozhu turned her head in surprise.

Why did Chen Ma suddenly say that? Didn't she not really believe in these things before?
Without waiting for her to answer, Chen Ma said with a look of understanding: "I knew it!"

“The elders in the town all say that the people in your family don’t live long because they have some psychic abilities and are exposed to too much stuff, which affects their health.

I advised you before not to make paper-making anymore, saying that it doesn’t make money. In fact, whether it makes money or not is only one of the reasons. The real reason is this.

Thank you for reminding us this time. I will give you a big red envelope someday!

As for continuing to run the paper shop, you still have to think carefully about it and take care of your health. You are still young!"

(End of this chapter)