Lian Shui tremblingly leaned forward, and old man Lian suddenly sat up from the coffin.
Ah~ah~ah~
Lianshui fell to the ground, and the others squatted in the corner.
Jiang Qingran opened one eye and peeked, even the old man's back was straight.
She bypassed the funeral shed and went into the house to find Mr. Yin Yang.
When Mr. Yin Yang heard the news, his expression was solemn, and he went out with Jiang Qingran to check the situation.
When they came out, Mr. Lian still had his eyes closed and sat for about half a quarter of an hour before slowly falling down and lying in the coffin.
With Mr. Yin-Yang here, Jiang Qingran obeyed Mr. Yin-Yang's arrangements in everything.
Professional matters naturally need to be handled by professional people.
Mr. Yin Yang looked at the coffin and calculated for a long time. Then he went back to his room and wrote a lot on rice paper with a brush.
Jiang Qingran didn't look at any of them and gave them to Lian Shui.
Lian Shui looked at the dense handwriting and handed it over to the housekeeper.
Not long after the housekeeper finished, Mr. Lian, who was lying down, sat up again and turned around to look at where Jiang Qingran and the others were.
When Mr. Lian came over, Jiang Qingran pulled Lian Shui to her and stood side by side with Mr. Yin Yang.
She hid behind Mr. Yin Yang and Lian Shui.
Mr. Lian had a meaningful smile on his face.
He jumped out of the coffin and ran straight to Lian Shui.
Moments before the old man came over, Jiang Qingran took advantage of the chaos and ran to the main courtyard gate to take a peek.
When she wasn't in front of him, Lianshui suddenly became confused.
Looking at Mr. Lian who suddenly appeared in front of him, Lian Shui Niang fainted with a cry.
This was also the first time Mr. Yin Yang had seen such a scene. He said tremblingly: "I am only responsible for the feng shui of the cemetery, and the rest is not my responsibility.
If you have anything to do, entrust your son with a dream and ask your son to do it for you. "
Mr. Yin Yang wanted to run, but his legs felt like they were being held tightly by someone, unable to move.
Mr. Lian stared at Mr. Yin Yang with wide eyes for a moment and then laughed heartily.
He said in an extremely scary voice: "I want your life, will you give it to me?"
Mr. Yin and Yang's lips were half-opened, and he really couldn't say the words given.
He is only in his forties and has not lived enough.
Mr. Yin Yang clasped his hands together and begged, and the old man didn't even say anything.
Mr. Yin-Yang is about to cry. No matter how good he is among his peers, his craftsmanship is indeed better than theirs. He is also the most expensive among the Mr. Yin-Yang.
He never thought that one day he would encounter such a difficult problem.
Now he is in urgent need of a fortune teller to save his life.
Lian Shui woke up from his coma and saw that his father had not returned to the coffin and fainted again.
Jiang Qingran hid at the entrance of the main courtyard, and the housekeeper came to ask her for help.
"Mrs. Jiang, please help our master solve this problem." The housekeeper burst into tears.
"Butler, it's not that I won't help you, it's just that I can't tell whether the old man has died or not.
If he really dies, what is standing in front of your master and Mr. Yin and Yang at this moment? I don’t need to remind you, right? "It's true that Jiang Qingran was hired by Lian Shuihua as his intimate guest.
When faced with a real ghost scene like this, she couldn't just rush forward like a fool.
"Then what should we do? Is our master hopeless?"
Jiang Qingran stretched out her hand to boo, and whispered: "Send someone to find a reputable fortune teller nearby, and agree to it no matter how much money the fortune teller wants.
This matter is not a trivial matter, and it is not something that I, a woman, can solve by beating someone up. "
The housekeeper had a backbone and ordered the villain to do as Jiang Qingran said.
Big Fatty Liu’s suona was still ringing loudly throughout the sky.
In the main courtyard, Mr. Lian and Mr. Yin Yang were still confronting each other.
Mr. Yin Yang's sweat kept pouring out, and he didn't raise his hand to wipe it until the fortune teller arrived.
The fortune teller counted with his fingers one by one. He wrote a few words with cinnabar on yellow paper and stuck it on the back of Mr. Lian.
With this talisman, Mr. Lian stood there like a needle that fixed the sea.
Mr. Yin Yang's life was saved, thanks to the fortune teller's timely help.
"No need to thank me, I was invited by the butler too." The fortune teller was wearing a gray robe and was stroking his goatee with his right hand.
Mr. Yin Yang is a smart man, and he knew immediately that it was Jiang Qingran's idea.
He knelt down and slapped Lian Shui awake, who was even timid than him, "Master Lian, the fortune teller is here, we are saved."
"Really?" Lian Shui was moved and hugged Mr. Yin Yang and cried bitterly.
The eldest sister must have asked the housekeeper to invite the fortune teller. The eldest sister is really nice.
The fortune teller stood in the middle of the yard, counting with his fingers.
Suddenly, he threw a yellow talisman to the door of the house.
The yellow talisman landed in the air, and Jiang Qingran watched from a distance. According to the place where the yellow talisman was posted, it should be on the forehead. After adding the height of the ghost in the air, he deduced that the ghost causing trouble was a female ghost.
Female ghost, could it be another love debt incurred by Lian Shui in his previous life?
"Mrs. Lian came home to make trouble after possessing Mr. Lian. She has some objections to you.
Do you usually not go to the grave to burn paper for Mrs. Lian? "The fortune teller listened to Mrs. Lian complaining to him.
Telling how difficult his life was, he didn’t even have any money to buy anything.
"I burn paper two or three times a year, and everyone in the village is the same." Lian Shui thought to herself that she had gone to graves to burn paper a lot of times, so why was she so dissatisfied with paying back the money?
Two or three times, no more, no less.
"No, even if you burn it, the old lady won't say that she has no money to spend, and she won't have a big opinion on you." The fortune teller said again.
If his yellow talisman hadn't been affixed to Mrs. Lian's forehead, Mr. Lian would have been choked by Mrs. Lian right now.
Lian Shui carefully recalled that he indeed went to his mother's grave every year to burn paper and kowtow, and never failed once.
"Sir, I didn't lie. I never fail to burn paper during festivals."
Even the old lady couldn't help but curse and fart like his grandma.
The tomb was flooded and the paper money was burned.
The yellow paper that Lian Shui brought was burned to the grave of the unknown old man next to her, in the name of honoring her.
The old man was so rich that he couldn't even spend money on it.
On the other hand, she had no money to spend, so she relied on the old man to be in a good mood and give her two coins. She also had to raise boys and girls, feed cattle and horses, and her life was tight.
The eldest son of a certain family doesn't even know where his mother's grave is.
This is my first time visiting a grave. You can be forgiven for not having experience.
Even the graves on the water have been burned many times, and they have never been burned correctly.
Jiang Qingran pursed her lips and was enjoying herself. This good guy has lived two lifetimes, and this is the first time I heard that someone went to the grave by the wrong person. This mistake lasted for many years.
She felt that Mrs. Lian was quite kind. If it were her, she would come home to make Lianshui Lai every day.
"Sir, have you checked?
How could I identify my mother’s gravesite wrongly? "Lian Shui firmly believed that he was right.
He doesn't recognize other people's graves, how can he recognize his own mother's grave?
