"Master Yunze, you are finally here."
An Ran led Sang Luo into the garden of the villa. In the middle of the garden, a simple mourning hall was set up. On the table covered with black velvet, there were photos of An Ran's son during his lifetime.
The little boy in the photo is handsome and has two pear dimples on both sides of his mouth when he smiles.
There is also a sacrificial table placed in front of the table where the photos are placed. There are soul-calling prayer flags on both sides of the table. There are incense burners and grains on the table. On the back of the incense burner is an urn made of red rosewood.
An Ran walked up to Sang Luo and handed Sang Luo a red note with her son's birth date written on it.
Sang Luo took a look, and a glimmer of light gradually appeared in his eyes, "I never thought I would see an old friend."
An Ran was a little confused by Sang Luo's words. How could his son be Sang Luo's old friend? He is only nine years old.
"Master Yunze, what do you say? Lin'er has never been to Cangyun Temple?"
The relatives and friends attending the funeral were very surprised when they heard what Sang Luo said, and they all came forward to watch.
Sang Luo looked at the sweetly smiling little boy in the photo, "Have you ever heard of the fate of a child?"
An Ran looked at each other and the wealthy woman next to her, and then nodded, "I have heard this saying from the old man before. It is said that children who are born as virgins all die young because they are originally born in heaven. The fairy boys who surround the immortals make mistakes and are demoted to the mortal world to endure calamities. They must go back when the time is up."
But she used to think that these words were made up by parents whose children died young to comfort themselves.
After all, no parent can bear a white-haired person giving a black-haired person, so they made up the idea of a boy's fate.
When they think that their children who died young will return to heaven and continue to be gods, the pain in the parents' hearts is reduced by more than half.
Today, when it was her turn to take on the matter, An Ran believed in the idea that a boy's fate was the destiny of a boy. Her son must have gone back to heaven to become a fairy boy.
Sang Luo took out three incense sticks from the edge of the sacrificial table, held the bone of the incense stick with his right hand, and passed it from the side of his left shoulder to the right, and the incense burned in the air.
When the guests attending the funeral saw this scene, they were startled for a moment, then began to smack their lips and chatter among themselves.
"Why did this incense burn on its own?"
"This is amazing."
"Yes, this Master Yunze is really a master!"
"I heard that this master helped Mr. An find the real culprit behind his son's disappearance."
An Ran was not surprised by this. She had seen something even more miraculous. The last time Master Yunze burned the talisman across the screen, he was able to immobilize that dog man's soul.
"Excuse me, Master, are we Lin'er really destined to be children?" An Ran stood behind Sang Luo, patiently waiting for Sang Luo's answer.
Sang Luo inserted the self-igniting incense stick into the incense burner, "The so-called boy's fate is: spring and autumn, Yin Zi is noble, winter and summer are at Mao Weichen, gold and wooden horses are in harmony, water and fire meet rooster and dog, and earth fate is at Chensi."
"Your Lin'er was born in the spring of the Yin month, and he had a son at the same time, which is in line with the principle that the Yin child is noble in the Spring and Autumn period."
"It is also said that it is difficult for immortals to cut off their destiny, because most of these people came to the world with the mission of heaven, and no one can predict their destiny accurately."
Sang Luo turned around and looked at An Ran who looked expectant, "Your Lin'er just agrees with this."
When An Ran heard this, she suddenly slumped down on the chair, covering her mouth with her hands, laughing and crying at the same time.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding relatives and friends quickly gathered around to comfort An Ran.
"Are you relieved now? After Lin'er died, he returned to heaven and became a god."
"Our Lin'er is still a fairy boy!"
"Stop crying, Lin'er must be very happy in heaven now!"
Sang Luo watched An Ran and the others hugging each other, crying and laughing, comforting each other, and not disturbing them too much.
Open the forum and practice.
A simple salvation ceremony was performed.
In fact, according to Lin'er's fate, even if he is not transcended, he will not become a fierce ghost and infant spirit.
But in order to make money, this ritual still has to be done.
After the funeral, An Ran arranged for relatives and friends to have dinner at the Kaili Hotel in Rongcheng.
The service in the five-star hotel is attentive and the dishes are quite good. In order to take care of Sang Luo's taste, An Ran specially ordered the chef to prepare a vegetarian feast.
Although the raw materials are all vegetarian, under the chef's cooking, there are thousands of different flavors. Mushrooms can be made into chicken and fish flavors, and tofu can be made into pork flavors.
Sang Luo was arranged to sit in the middle of the seat. Looking at the dishes on the table, she couldn't help but frown.
Who said she only eats vegetarian food?
She is not a Taoist priest.
Once upon a time in Hades, she often ate evil spirits.
Unfortunately, when she came to the human world, she couldn't do many things.
During the dinner, An Ran turned his head and asked softly, "Master, I wonder which immortal's boy my Lin'er is?"
Sang Luo shook his head, "I don't know."
A trace of disappointment flashed across An Ran's face, and he comforted himself: "No matter which immortal you are under, you will be happier than following me."
She owed her son too much in the past. Apart from giving birth to him, she never gave him any maternal love.
Therefore, the person the son loved most during his lifetime was his father, and he trusted his father the most, but he also died at the hands of his father.
I wonder how painful he felt the moment before he died?
Sang Luo picked up a piece of fish-flavored tofu and put it into her mouth. In fact, she didn't know that she had met Lin'er before when she went to the Heavenly Realm to attend the Peach Fair.
But she couldn't say that some secrets could be revealed and some couldn't.
When Sang Luo was enjoying his meal, a rich woman with a flowery hair stood up, held a wine glass and raised it towards Sang Luo across the huge table, and then drank a whole glass of wine.
Sang Luo was a little confused.
An Ran smiled and explained: "Master, you may not know her. Her name is Li Hui, and she is Zhou Zhang's wife."
"Oh~" Sang Luo suddenly realized, "She and Zhou Zhang should be divorced now, right?"
Last time, Zhou Zhang didn't listen to her and didn't leave Cangyun Mountain before six o'clock. He also threw the Five Emperors money she gave him on the roadside, which directly led to a serious car accident.
After the car accident, Zhou Zhang was lame in one leg, and Wei Xiaoyue was disfigured by the broken windshield.
The adultery between the two was immediately exposed.
Then, Zhou Zhang lost his legs and no longer had the intention to take care of the company, so he transferred all the shares in his hands to his daughter, and he retired in peace. Later, Li Hui also divorced Zhou Zhang.
Of course, the disfigured Wei Xiaoyue was also kicked by Zhou Zhang. He no longer wanted to help other men raise children.
An Ran nodded, "That's right. When Li Hui learned that Zhou Zhang came to you to ask for a child, you said good things to her daughter, and I am very grateful to you."
Sang Luo smiled, "There's nothing to be grateful for, I'm just telling the truth."
After a while, a tall, middle-aged man came to Sang Luo with a glass of wine.
Sang Luo turned around and glanced at the man standing behind him.
His face was blue and black, his eyes were dull, his appearance was haggard, and he looked like he was about to die soon.
He met a thousand-year-old ghost.
