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

Chapter 73 Peace Talisman

"The meaning is similar!" Captain Li said indifferently.

He nodded to the policeman next to him and said, "Xiao Chen!"

Officer Chen immediately went to burn the paper money and light the incense and candles.

It was fine when burning paper money. E Hongjuan even praised it while squatting beside the brazier, rubbing her hands and preparing to pick up the money: "It's made of old yellow paper! Although it's not handmade, it's much better than those colorful ghost money! You are worthy of being a people's policeman, you are so considerate..."

Before she even got the paper money in her hands, the incense and candles were already lit. E Hongjuan immediately covered her nose and flew several meters away: "Cough cough cough! What kind of incense is this? It stinks so badly, I can't eat any of it!"

After Officer Chen finished lighting the incense, he asked Song Miaozhu expectantly, "Master Song, does Student E like this? These incense, candles, and paper money are from someone in the team."

"The incense and candles are out! She almost ran away from the interrogation room because of the stench. She actually likes paper money very much." Song Miaozhu said.

"Smelly?" Officer Chen asked curiously as he put out the incense, "It smells pretty good to me!"

"There might be something wrong in this!" Song Miaozhu said, "Ghosts smell differently than we do. Instead of this, why not give her something edible? She can smell it, too."

"Can I give her some snacks?" said Officer Chen.

"Okay, okay! Thank you, Officer Chen!" E Hongjuan floated back: "Master Song, please talk to him!"

"Sure, she thanks you!" Song Miaozhu said.

"No thanks! No thanks!" After Officer Chen left the interrogation room, he went to look among his colleagues: "Quick, quick, quick! Do you have any snacks?"

"How are it? Are the incense and paper money I bought okay? They're the same kind my family buys for ancestor worship, so they should be okay, right?" a policeman asked.

"Old Wang, stop buying incense there, or your ancestors will be fainted by the stink! Paper money is okay!" said Police Officer Chen.

"Ah? It's a well-established brand, that's impossible!" Officer Wang began to doubt his life.

"The ghost said so himself. What do you think?" Officer Chen said, "Master Song said that since we can't judge the quality of incense, it's better to offer it directly with something we can eat ourselves. After all, ghosts can smell it!"

Officer Chen returned with the snacks, and Officer Wang collapsed in a state of panic, overwhelmed by the stench of his ancestors. After a while, he even lit a stick of incense for his colleagues to smell: "This doesn't stink at all!"

The transcript only included some inquiries about case details, and the whole process went smoothly.

E Hongjuan was very cooperative, hugging a handful of paper money and inhaling the aroma of snacks.

The entire transcript was completed in two hours.

"That's all for today!" Captain Li put down his pen and said to the empty chair:

"Mr. E, after the subsequent judgment on Jia Daqiang comes out, we will, at your request, exchange all the relevant civil compensation for paper ingots from Master Song, and Jia Daqiang's family will burn them for you.

Your burial plot has been found. Lingcheng University has funded a permanent plot for you in Dongshan Cemetery. You don't have to worry about your ashes being lost."

"Ashes? Do I have to be cremated again?" E Hongjuan was a little scared: "Will cremation hurt? I think some ghosts who were burned to death were so miserable!"

"It doesn't hurt! The corpse is just a connection between you and the world of the living. The senses are disconnected at the moment of death. Those who are suffering are burned before they die! Cremation prevents insects and ants from eating the body." Song Miaozhu said.

"That's fine." E Hongjuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Song, how come you, a living person, know more about the dead than a ghost like me!"

"It's a family tradition." said Song Miaozhu.

Most of them were mentioned occasionally by a senior when talking about paper-folding in "The Secret Art of Paper-folding".

"And there's a family tradition of this kind of knowledge! Then your family must have a lot of connections in the underworld!"

E Hongjuan said enviously, "It's a pity that I was an orphan when I was alive. After I die, I don't even know where my relatives are. I hope it won't be like this in my next life... Master Song, please say thank you to everyone for your hard work! When you all come to the underworld, I'll treat you to incense and candles!"

"Well, that last part is unnecessary!" Song Miaozhu said. The spiritual energy in the mortal realm has revived, nourishing the body and prolonging life.

Going to the underworld is not a blessing for those who practice cultivation.

"Oh! I want it, I want it!" E Hongjuan emphasized.

Song Miaozhu had no choice but to relay the exact words, which moved the policemen deeply.

"The first victim of death has thanked us!" Captain Li said, "Student E, I hope you have a happy afterlife!"

After seeing off E Hongjuan, Song Miaozhu and the others also returned to the hotel.

Zhao Huoyan drove them there, and Song Miaozhu asked him on the way.

"I've been living in the Summer Resort!" Zhao Huoyan said, "What's wrong?"

"That's strange. You don't have any Yin energy." Song Miaozhu said.

"No way? Is it because I went to Yuanshan Ancient Town to find you before?" Zhao Huoyan asked.

"You didn't have any Yin energy on you at that time." Song Miaozhu said, "And today when E Hongjuan was here, I made a special observation. The Yin energy that occasionally emanated from her body never came near you. You must have something on your body that can repel or resist the Yin energy."

"What? There is such a thing?" Zhao Huoyan himself couldn't even remember that he had such a treasure.

After arriving at the hotel, he took out everything on his body except his clothes and pants for Song Miaozhu to see.

"I change clothes every day, and these are the only things I carry with me all the time."

Song Miaozhu checked them one by one.

Belt, no.

A watch, no.

Bullet pendant, no.

……

Finally, his eyes fell on the wallet, which had a faint light golden glow.

Song Miaozhu picked up the wallet and opened it. In the wallet compartment, she found a paper amulet. The light came from it.

"What is this?" Song Miaozhu asked.

Since she opened her third eye, she had never seen aura of this color, which gave people a warm feeling.

"This was given to me by a little girl I rescued five years ago during the disaster relief work in Ancheng. I've been keeping it in my wallet ever since."

Zhao Huoyan said, "That shouldn't be it. The little girl was only seven years old at the time, and she was using paper torn from a notebook she found in the ruins. She also wrote these two words."

Song Miaozhu also found it strange: "Five years ago, spiritual energy had not yet revived, so logically speaking, something with such obvious spiritual light would not appear.

But it does have a spiritual light, a kind of golden spiritual light that has never been seen before. However, the light is very faint, and it should be impossible to defend against the heavy yin energy.

Keep it safe!"

Song Miaozhu returned the amulet to him: "Now that spiritual energy has revived, the rules of cultivation have also changed. Perhaps there are other changes that we haven't discovered yet."

(End of this chapter)