As a policeman in the town, Director Huang naturally could not be idle even when something happened to the mayor's house. So he ran around here and kept calling everyone to do things. It has to be said that it is different for rich people to do things. When the opera troupe came, the Taoist priests from the Taoist temple came, and even the filial piety came. Fortunately, the house was big enough to accommodate so many people there at the same time.

Wang Junjie's friends did not expect that such a thing happened to Wang Junjie's family in just two days. Fortunately, Wang Junjie was fine, otherwise, this would have a great blow to the mayor.

"Mayor Wang, people cannot be resurrected after death. You must take care of yourself! Our villages are waiting for you to take us out of poverty and become rich," a middle-aged man dissuaded.

"Yes, since things have happened, it will be useless for us to be sad. You and your son have been kneeling there for a day. This is not a solution to not eat or drink."

Wang Zhenchang took a long breath and then sighed, "My wife is impatient. She used to quarrel, but she was fine. She didn't expect this to happen, which made everyone laugh."

"Hey, who doesn't have any family matters? What's the point of laughing?" a middle-aged woman said hurriedly.

"In the town, you go and persuade the child to kneel down for a day. If this continues, it will cause his body to be broken."

After hearing the enlightenment of several people, Mayor Wang looked at his son who was kneeling where he was. After thinking for a while, he did not come forward immediately. Instead, he found someone to call Wang Junjie's friends over and asked them to enlighten Wang Junjie.

After all, family scandals cannot be made public, so my son is certainly aware of it. With the other party’s temper, if he dissuades him, he may quarrel with him. Therefore, it is better to communicate with some things after a while.

"Mayor, I have called Xiao Yu. He said that the guests from home have no time to come over the past two days. Do you think we are waiting, or let the Taoist of the Eight Immortal Temple in the town come?"

"No need for now. These Taoist priests in the Eight Immortal Temple must be fine. I just want to be at ease. Okay, you go and rest too. I've been busy all day."

The night was getting darker and fewer people came to pay their respects. The weather was extremely dry and cold tonight. Even if you sat in the house, you could feel the cold air coming towards you. The dark coffin was filled with paper men and paper sedan chairs. A corner of gold and silver was filled with mountains of gold and silver. As the cold wind poured in, the paper men were blown down like rootless duckweed.

There are two candlesticks blocking the small altar under the coffin. A black and white photo is placed in the middle of the candlestick. This is the photo of Wang Zhenzhu’s wife, but it is obviously something a long time ago, because the woman in the photo is a bit different from what Xiao Yu saw before, because the two have different hair decorations, and the person in the photo has a very happy smile.

Under the red candle, a black and white photo looks a bit weird, because red is a happy event and white is a funeral, and now red and white events are all together.

Although the so-called happy events in red and white are said to be good things, they also vary from person to person. If the old man has died, then after their death, it means rebirth. It is naturally a happy event. You can use red candles. But if you die in a delusion, then this is not a happy event.

As the saying goes, Hong likes to have a mourning relationship with a child, and the little devil does not leave and has to accompany his mother. In this sentence, the little devil naturally refers to a child who dies absurdly, and also represents a person who dies at the end of his life. Like Wang Zhenzhu’s wife, they are all considered a person who dies absurdly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind broke out on the altar in front of the coffin. The wind was not strong, and it should be like an adult breathing a breath. But this was a weak wind, which actually made the two candles on the altar extinguish at the same time. The candles were extinguished, leaving a wisp of blue smoke, which drifted in the room, which attracted the attention of the predecessors of Ling for a while.

"The wind is strong enough, and the candles are blown out."

A man stood up, lit two candles with a lighter, then knelt on the ground again, holding paper money in his hand and said, "Sister, I know that you are wronged to die. This is all fate. You didn't listen to your parents at the beginning, so you became like this! Fortunately, Junjie is old, so you don't have to worry about it. Just go what you should go."

The man said, whimpering, with a hint of sadness in his voice, but as a man, he would not cry like a woman, so he could only kneel and sob, tremble, and let tears fall into the brazier.

At this time, the wind blew up from the coffin again, and the candle was blown out again. However, after the candle was blown out, two drops of wax oil fell from the candle, just as it fell on the corner of the woman in the black and white photo. The wax oil slipped down, like the person in the photo, shed two lines of blood and tears, with great grievances and nowhere to defend.

The man cried for a while, wiped his tears, kowtowed and stood up, but saw that the candle was extinguished again, and immediately lit it again, but it was lit here and there, as if someone was teasing him.

After lit it five or six times, the candle was finally lit. The man breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to walk away, but his eyes accidentally glanced at the black and white photo. For a moment, his hair stood up all over his body and he couldn't help but tremble, "Sister, don't scare me, you know I'm timid."

"Master Taoist, Master Taoist, come and take a look," the man shouted at the Taoist chanting.

This shout attracted the attention of many people for a while, and they rushed towards this side. When they saw the black and white photo, they were shocked, and the timids hurriedly retreated.

"The Wuliang Heavenly Lord is just candle oil, don't be afraid." The Taoist picked up the photo, wiped off the wax oil on it, and explained to everyone.

After the Taoist finished speaking, the candle suddenly went out again. This time, the whole room became quiet. After everyone was silent for a while, someone finally exclaimed, "It's haunted..."

The Taoist looked bad at this time, so he hurriedly bowed to the official and said, "This life is the cause and effect, the previous life is settled, and the donor must be persistent, so it's better to go earlier."

After saying that, the Taoist picked up a gossip mirror on the altar and a stack of talismans, pressed it on the coffin, then took out a match, muttered something in his mouth, and lit the candle again. This time the candle was not extinguished, but the candlelight of the candle slowly turned into a faint green.

No matter how stupid people are, they know that there must be problems with the green candlelight, so many people start to flee here in a hurry, especially some people with children, who chant all over the sky, for fear that their children will be brought to you by something that they don’t hurry up.

Of course, Mayor Wang had already received the news, but now he had no choice but to put his hope on a few Taoists.

As for the Taoist priests, they knew that the moment they saw the green candlelight, their talismans could not suppress the soul on the corpse, so someone immediately went to the Taoist temple and asked their master to take action.

The Eight Immortal Temple Taoist Temple is the largest nearby Taoist temple. It has more than thirty Taoists in it. The master of the temple is an old man in his sixties. He is considered a native native. Because he managed the Eight Immortal Temple, he basically knows him in these ten miles and eight villages.

After hearing the words of several disciples, the old master hurried to Mayor Wang’s house and began to save the dead souls. I have to say that the old master had a few tricks. At least after he came, the candle had turned into its original color.
Chapter completed!