She told her parents that the police guard asked her to take away Ye Wufu's ashes from the county funeral home. She declined, but felt a little uneasy.
They also said that leaving Ye Wufu’s ashes in the funeral home would cost 10 yuan for storage for a day. If you want to take it out, you have to pay all the storage fees.
After Tian Jindou learned about the situation, he cursed in his heart: You deserve to die. A criminal who combines rape and robbery is not too bad. Will King Yama accept you? But I also thought: That bad guy actually had a relationship with my daughter 500 lives ago. It is so ridiculous, and it seems so real. In order to eliminate the evil, my daughter cannot despise him, but has to cater to him. Now that he is dead, what else is there to say?
At this moment, Tian Jindou tilted his head, shook his hand, and said to Tian Miyue, stop talking, you did the right thing, you have no relatives or any relationship with Ye Wufu, why should you take his urn? If you come here to keep it, you still have to pay him the storage fee for storing the urn in the funeral home?
Mai Yaxiang was silent for a while, then looked at the somewhat impulsive old man and his uneasy daughter and said that we must refer to Zhai Ma's opinion on this matter. If Ye Wufu's urn is not taken, the storage fee will not be paid. If so, it will have an impact on the honeymoon, so we have to consider doing what the prison police said.
A few days later, what the guarding police officer never expected was that Tian Miyue, a melancholy-looking woman, came to the prison to find him again and said she was willing to take away Ye Wufu's urn and pay for the storage of the urn.
There was another mother who came with Tian Miyue, Tian Miyue's mother Maiya Xiang. She was carrying a black plastic bag in her hand, with strips of incense candles inserted inside. It looked like the plastic bag was heavy, and the bottom layer was There must also have been money and rolls of firecrackers.
Sure enough, when the prison sent a car to take the mother and daughter to the funeral home to pay for Ye Wufu's urn, some of the incense candles were lit, some of the money was burned, and some of the firecrackers crackled.
The mother and daughter were seen kneeling down one after another, kowtowing to the urn placed on the desk. Mai Yaxiang looked very pious, and she was still reciting something silently. The police accompanying them didn't know, and they didn't need to know. But Tian Miyue asked the policeman, why did the prisoner die without even a portrait before being cremated?
The policeman hesitated and said that he had to make it clear that even if it was a lie, the lie must be able to justify itself. And I thought to myself: What kind of thing is a prisoner? If he dies and has no relatives to collect his body, how can outsiders be in the mood to take a photo of the deceased?
Again, neither the prison nor the national policy explicitly stipulates this expenditure. Who wants to bother with this matter? Besides, the appearance of the dead is so terrifying.
But the policeman couldn't be so straightforward. He said, it's like this. Ye Wufu's death was too sudden and the weather was hot. We were afraid that the body would rot, so we cremated it immediately. We were negligent in taking photos of his body. We ask the family to forgive him!
Seeing that the policeman was sincere and looked guilty, Tian Miyue no longer took it seriously, but was a little concerned about the "family members" he mentioned. I thought to myself: We are not the family members of the prisoner Ye Wufu.
But she endured it and couldn't argue. Coming to pick up Ye Wufu's urn was originally the responsibility of his family or relatives. From an ordinary person's point of view, the policeman was right in saying that, so Tian Miyue had no choice but to acquiesce.
That time, she and her mother went to find Zhai Ma in the Taoist temple. After listening to Zhai Ma's words, she realized that she was also jointly and severally responsible for Ye Wufu's death.
Zhai Ma said that she should not give him a book called "Jin Ping Mei" with too many obscene plots. This made him confused. Whenever he had time, he imitated and wrote Y books desperately, hoping to publish Y books after he was released from prison. Make money from books, then marry Tian Miyue and support her.
However, Ye Wufu did not create the cause of getting rich in his previous life, so there is no result in getting rich in this life. Not only did he not get rich by writing this kind of Y-book, he also created endless karma, which harmed himself and others. Zhai Ma's words were still ringing in her ears, which gave Tian Miyue some awakening in her depression.
At this time, the police asked Tian Miyue if he wanted to take Ye Wufu's urn for burial or keep it at home, and said that the prison's vehicle could transport it throughout the journey.
Tian Miyue had no idea and turned her attention to Mai Yaxiang. Mai Yaxiang said to the police knowingly, just send us into the city.
In the end, Mai Yaxiang let Ye Wufu's urn be placed at Tian Miyue's house. Of course Tian Miyue was a little reluctant, but there was no way. The disease in her lower body was caused by the unresolved relationship she owed Ye Wufu 500 lives ago. , she must now worship Ye Wufu's ashes as her husband's ashes, and then she can bury his urn in his hometown of Ma'anling Village until 7749 days later, in order to alleviate the evil burden.
After Ye Wufu died, his soul was taken to the underworld and taken to the palace of King Guang of Qin. On the eve of the trial, he shouted that he died unjustly and would be released in a few years. He could marry a wife and have children and live a normal life like a normal person, but God would be against him and not allow him to die a good death. King Qin Guang laughed loudly when he heard this and said that if you die unjustly, then I will become your enemy.
Ye Wufu kowtowed to the throne, raised his head and said, Your Majesty, how do you say this? I do not understand.
King Qin Guang said sharply, "There are so many things you don't understand?" But I want you to understand one thing. Your blindness and malignant sores on your hands are all caused by the poisonous gas I sent to you.
Ye Wufu shook his head dejectedly, and plucked up the courage to say, Your Majesty, I have no grievances with you in the past, and we have no enmity recently. Why do you feel sorry for me, an ordinary person?
King Qin Guang also shook his head, and then took a breath and said, Ye Wufu, from your own point of view, you are right, but I, King Qin Guang, do not represent an individual, I represent an important department of the underworld. As a prisoner of many souls who have died prematurely, do you know why I sent an undercover agent to use poisonous gas to make you suffer from a sudden illness and die suddenly without treatment?
do not understand. Ye Wufu answered with his head drooped.
Then I will let you understand and make you feel that your death was not unjust. King Qin Guang signaled the palace servants to call a person whom Ye Wufu was very familiar with - Liang Jiahan, who was being escorted by two undercover agents. He looked left and right in confusion, and happened to see Ye Wufu kneeling in front of the palace. King Qin Guang asked deliberately, do you know each other?
Ye Wufu nodded first, followed by Liang Jiahan. King Qin Guang asked again, what is your relationship? Ye Wufu said that we were inmates. Jiahan and I served in the same prison during his lifetime. Later, Jiahan behaved well and was released early, so I have never seen him again.
Liang Jiahan, do you know where this place is? King Qin Guang, who was sitting upright, asked.
You know, this is the underworld. Liang Jiafu replied while putting his hand into his trouser pocket and scratching his crotch.
Please tell me why you were arrested! King Qin Guang ordered coldly.
