what the hell is

He took out a handful of paper money from his bosom, raised his hand, and they floated up one after another, muttering: "The road to the underworld is not easy to walk. Shut up the wind, don't look back. Look ahead, two horses are pulling the cart." On both sides, virgin boys and virgins are walking with you; the black and white impermanence in the back, please slow down, the soul-calling flag will follow the wind, and float on Huangquan Road; drink Meng Po's soup, you go to reincarnation; after reincarnation, You have broken your relationship with your previous life..."

This should be regarded as a sacrificial oration, the master half chanted and half sang it out, the tune was weird, accompanied by the dark wind, it made people feel chills all over the body.There are timid children who have long been huddled in their mother's arms, with their eyes wide open, so scared that they dare not move.

Infected by this kind of atmosphere, people feel a bit hallucinatory, feeling that the master in Tang suit is standing under the street lamp, the air fluctuates and the light is mysterious, it is really like the door of hell is wide open, and the sound of the wind is the cry of ghosts, and the whimpers are endless.

At this time, the gate of the community was so quiet that I could hear a needle being dropped. I was short of breath, my teeth were chattering, and my teeth were chattering.At this time, someone knocked on the back suddenly, and almost collapsed on the ground. Looking back, it was Li Yang, and he whispered, "Look to the front right."

I squinted my eyes and saw a person standing in the shadow of the building, away from the crowd.Only a vague figure can be seen. This person seems to be wearing a thin white coat and black trousers, with his legs slightly apart, and his arms crossed over his chest.

I thought this person looked very familiar, and I immediately remembered that this was the assistant that Master Xie was with.When Master Xie performed the exercises, he was downstairs guarding the gate.

Both he and the little boy showed up, where is Master Xie?Such a strange scene, Master Xie is a member of the Taoist family, so he will definitely not turn a blind eye to it.Why doesn't he come out?

Pulling up a thread, a string of clues came up, why did Guan Feng die here for the funeral?It suddenly occurred to me that we have an unwritten rule here that funerals that do not take place at night must finish before noon of the day.

Generally, the funeral procession will choose to set off early in the morning and rush all the way to the crematorium to send the corpse into the furnace and burn it for burial.In order to seek auspiciousness, everyone has to fight for the top spot.

A late-night funeral is simply unheard of and unconventional.

I thought about it, the matter of Guan Feng cannot be solved with common sense, and their family members have invited masters with high Taoism to save them. It seems that there must be a big secret behind it.

After distributing the paper money, Master Tang Suit walked up to the old women.This girl is still kneeling there, with a sad face, her lips are purple, and she doesn't know whether she is cold or frightened.It is estimated that this time, she will have a serious illness.

The Tang suit master touched her underarms with his hand and asked her to stand up.But her legs were weak, she couldn't stand up at all, and she was about to fall down again.Those relatives finally came up, helped her up, and managed to fix her up.

Guan Feng's mother, who was holding the portrait, ran over and cried, "Master, why did my Xiaofeng get into the frying pan? He is a good child, how can he cook in the frying pan?"

The master of Tang suit looked gloomy, and said: "There must be a cause and effect in the evil debt and evil fate. I tested your son's horoscope, and there is a female ghost standing in his natal chart. The ghost is too strong. It is the female ghost who dragged him into hell. suffer."

The people around heard the chills all over their bodies, and all their teeth chattered.Guan Feng's mother trembled and said to herself: "Xiaofeng, why did you provoke the female ghost?"

"This female ghost has a lot of grievances and has condensed into a spirit. If your son doesn't take care of him, he may fall into the underworld and hell forever. He will be boiled in oil and suffer, and he will never be reborn," the master said.

I swallowed, and I fucked his mother.I, like Guan Feng, have to suffer in the frying pan. Could it be that I will end up like this after I die?Guan Feng killed Lin Xia, one dead body and two lives, so there is some reason for him to suffer and suffer, which makes sense.Who the fuck did I provoke? All my life, I have never even held a girl's hand, and I am innocent enough to accompany the playboy to cook oil together. Am I wronged?

Guan Feng's mother knelt down to the master with a "plop", buried her head deeply, and cried out of breath: "Master, please help my son to be saved. I am his mother. He is dead. I can't just sit and watch." Watching him suffer again..."

The Tang suit master pulled her up and sighed: "It's okay to be superseded. It's just that it's very troublesome here, and I don't know if it can be done. Moreover, the cost is also very high..."

"I'll spend whatever money I have." Guan Feng's mother immediately replied.

"Cough, cough." Guan Feng's father coughed in the crowd, reminding her not to talk nonsense.

Master Tang suit said indifferently: "Let's talk about it when we go back."

Guan Feng's relatives left the community and went home.Li Yang and I quickly followed behind.The idlers in the community dispersed when there was no excitement to watch, chatting in groups of three or four.It is estimated that the scene just now is enough for them to chew on the back of their tongues for half a year.

Guan Feng's house is really not far from Huayuan District, just a few streets away.He lived on the third floor, and a large group of people rushed in.I followed behind, and just stepped into the threshold of his house, I was almost pushed out by a strange smell.

I can't describe the smell, it's stinky, it's stinky, it's strong, it's like something rotten, it reminds me of leprosy.His house is in good condition, with three bedrooms and one living room.The hall is very large, filled with chairs and benches, and relatives and friends take their seats.Guan Feng's mother entered the back room, and a large group of female guests followed in to chat with her to relieve her worries.His father boiled water and made hot tea for the guests one by one. Li Yang and I sat on the small bench in the corner of the hall and each held a cup of steaming tea.

My hands were numb from the cold, and I looked around while borrowing a hot teacup to keep warm.

In the center of the hall was an altar with a black and white photo of Guan Feng's portrait.In front of the portrait are two ever-burning lamps, dimly burning with a bean-sized flame.A censer with three sticks of long incense sticks in it, and the fireworks are faint.On the table, according to the rules, there are four small bowls and four dishes for offerings.

The four small bowls are a bowl of fried fish, a bowl of carrots, a bowl of green vegetables, and a bowl of braised pork.The four plates are one plate of apples, one plate of oranges, one plate of snacks, and one plate of water.

"Everyone stop arguing, the master is going to do something." Guan Feng's father coughed a few times to remind everyone.

The hall suddenly fell silent.

The master in Tang suit stood in front of the altar, holding a brush in his hand, dipped in a plate of blood-red cinnabar, and began to draw symbols without haste.

It didn't take long, and the Tang suit master drew four talismans, which looked quite similar.He told Guan Feng's father to hang one of these talismans on the gate, one on the toilet, and two on the door of Guan Feng's bedroom.Guan Feng's father took the talisman, pasted the door and the toilet, came to the bedroom door, and was about to paste it on the door.Master said: "Don't stick it outside, stick it inside the bedroom door." Guan Feng's father hesitated a little, and slowly turned the doorknob.

Both Li Yang and I discovered this detail, and it can be inferred that there is something wrong with Guan Feng's bedroom.

This kid Li Yang reacted quickly, walked over immediately, and said to Guan Feng's father, "Uncle, I'll post it for you."

Guan Feng's father nodded his thanks as if he had received amnesty: "Okay, young man, help me paste it inside."

Li Yang pushed the door open. I don't know if it was a psychological illusion. When the bedroom door was opened, the temperature of the whole room seemed to drop suddenly, and a gloomy air-conditioning leaked out.Everyone in the hall was talking in low voices, but suddenly, no one made a sound, the silence was maddening.

When I saw Li Yang standing at the door, I didn't dare to step in, trembling all over, staring straight at the bedroom, as if seeing something unbelievable.

Master Tang suit hurried over to check it out. Just as I was about to follow, I heard a bald man in his 50s next to him say, "This kid is really a fool. Can he open the door of that bedroom?"

"What happened to the bedroom?" I asked.

The bald man glanced at me, also wanting to show off, and whispered: "You don't know, when Xiaofeng died, he died on the bed in his bedroom."

A few people next to him rushed over and asked what was going on.

The bald man wrapped his cotton jacket tightly, and was about to say something when a gust of wind blew by, making him tremble all over. He clicked his mouth and coughed twice: "Cough, cough, forget it, let's not talk. I How hairy my heart is, I have goosebumps."

Hearing that he stopped talking, the few who were tempted by the side stopped doing it, and hurriedly urged.The bald man wanted to show off and tell his secrets, but he was also afraid of being watched by ghosts. The double contradiction tortured him so much that he couldn't bear to live. The desire to talk in his stomach was like the cork of a thermos bottle of boiling water, which was blown away by the steam.