At this moment, Mrs. Wu rolled out of bed again, lit up a candle, and saw that Wu Dacheng was horrified, his eyes were dull, and his face was filled with panic.
Mrs. Wu said, what are you talking nonsense about? You are having hypnosis. How could there really be a bull-headed horse noodle?
Wu Dacheng said, Madam, I can't survive. His body was indeed trembling, and he looked sickly or weak.
Mrs. Wu asked doubtfully, why are you sick?
Wu Dacheng was lying on the bed, hunched over and twitching, with saliva flowing from his mouth. Mrs. Wu took a towel and wiped him with it while scolding him. It was really hard to ask a doctor to treat you in the middle of the night.
Mrs. Wu went from being irritable to anxious, and looked at Wu Dacheng in fear and said, Officer, please hold on, I will go to Wu Langzhong at the west end of the alley as soon as daybreak.
Wu Dacheng's lips moved and he could not speak. His saliva flowed more and his eyes turned white.
Mrs. Wu warned herself, "It seems we can't wait until dawn. I will go and invite Wu Langzhong at the west end of the alley."
She immediately lit a candle and walked out of the bedroom in a hurry.
After a while, Mrs. Wu came to the door of Wu Langzhong's house and kept knocking on the door. She kept shouting: Wu Langzhong, get up quickly and see a doctor. Wu Zhifu is seriously ill...
After about a long while, she heard the footsteps in the house, and then the echo: Oh! I'm coming.
Mrs. Wu saw a man carrying a medicine box getting closer and closer by the candlelight, then opened the courtyard door and appeared in front of her.
Of course Mrs. Wu knew that he was Wu Yunzhong, so she said, "It's so late, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep."
Wu Langzhong said, it should be. Magistrate Wu donated money to build roads and bridges in our village, and also built a temple on the west hillside. He is a great benefactor. As a citizen of Wuzhuang, I have no time to thank him. Now that he is sick, I treat him, and a hundred people should .
At this time, the candle in Mrs. Wu's hand was half burned. She waved her hand and said, "I would like to ask Wu Langzhong to make a visit."
Wu Langzhong nodded, took a few steps, and heard the rooster crow for the first time. The strap of the medicine box he was carrying suddenly broke, and the medical supplies were scattered on the floor. He picked it up with a frown and tied the strap on his back tightly again, but whispered that it was unlucky to travel so early!
Mrs. Wu knelt down, held a bright candle in her hand, and helped Mr. Wu organize the medicine supplies. She packed the medicine box again and hurriedly set out on the road again.
Soon, Mrs. Wu and Langzhong Wu hurried to the gate of Magistrate Wu Dacheng's house. The candle in her hand was almost burned out, and her tears felt burning on her fingers. She quickly took out another candle from her pocket and lit it. Then he blew out the small flame that had burned into the remains of the candle in his hand. Unexpectedly, a candle that had just been lit was blown out, so she had to take out a match and light it again.
Wu Langzhong said, don't panic, take your time.
Mrs. Wu said that people tend to panic easily when they are anxious.
At this time, Mrs. Wu opened the courtyard door and walked straight into the house with Langzhong Wu and passed through the central hall. The room facing west is the bedroom, and the door is open. When they walked over, the bedroom was completely silent. They could not hear Wu Dacheng's snoring, even a slight snore, lying on the bed.
Wu Langzhong placed the medicine box on the table next to the wall, immediately approached the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to poke Wu Dacheng's nostrils, waited for a moment, and frowned. Then he said in horror, Madam, Magistrate Wu has no breath.
Mrs. Wu approached the edge of the bed, held up the candle with a dim yellow luster and shined a light on it. She found that Wu Dacheng's white eyes were fixed, so she pushed Wu Dacheng's still slightly warm body with one hand and cried loudly, "Official People, wake up! I asked Dr. Wu to treat you. Officer, wake up! …
Wu Langzhong stretched out his hand to pinch Wu Dacheng's man again, but it didn't help. He also lifted the quilt and touched his chest, but there was no movement. Then he stepped back, picked up the medicine box on the table, shook his head at Mrs. Wu who was still crying, and said, it's too late, it's really too late, even if Bian Que and Hua Tuo are alive, there is no way to make a comeback. Madam expressed her condolences and Wu took his leave.
Forty-nine days later, Wu Dacheng died of a sudden illness and was already "in his last seven years", but Mrs. Wu was still completely clothed.
It was Sunday, and Mrs. Wu, with wet tears and a sad expression, appeared at the door of the Catholic church. A female devotee wearing a necklace with a cross around her neck came to her.
The female believer said, Madam, what are you doing here?
Mrs. Wu said, I want to ask the priest something.
The female believer said that the priest was worshiping in the church and would have to wait for a while. After saying that, he left.
At nearly noon, the believers in the church went out in order.
The female believer found Mrs. Wu who was still lingering at the door and led her into the preaching hall to meet the priest.
The priest asked in a broken Chinese accent, are you a Christian?
Mrs. Wu shook her head.
The priest said in surprise, "If you are not a believer, why are you looking for me?"
Mrs. Wu replied, I heard that your foreign priests can communicate with the gods and expel evil spirits. So I want to ask you something.
When the priest heard this, he became interested. He said, what you said is good, feel free to tell me anything.
Mrs. Wu said, my husband Wu Dacheng was a magistrate during his lifetime. Not long after he retired and returned to his hometown for retirement, he died of a sudden illness. I would like to ask you where is my husband's soul now? That's all!
The priest said, "I saw you were wearing all white, so I might be asking about this." You’ve found the right person! Not only can I tell you where your husband's soul is, I can also call your husband's soul back to meet and talk to you.
Mrs. Wu said, that's great. I was trying to talk to my husband.
The priest said, however, you need to practice soul-calling to fulfill your wish.
Mrs. Wu asked, do you have any requirements?
The priest said that he would have to pay 1,500 yuan in cash before he could do this with you.
Mrs. Wu was stunned for a moment and then said, OK! When will it be due?
The priest said, you can pay today. In three days, I will summon your husband's soul to meet and talk to you.
Mrs. Wu expressed her stance, “That’s good!” I went home to pick up 1,500 yuan in cash. After leaving the lecture hall, I started talking to myself again, the price this foreign monk asked for was too high!
That afternoon, Mrs. Wu gritted her teeth and delivered 1,500 yuan in cash to the church and handed it over to the priest.
On a sunny morning, the female believer wearing a necklace with a cross around her neck was quietly sweeping the floor at the door of the church with a broom. Suddenly she heard someone behind her say "Alas". She turned around and saw that it was none other than Mrs. Wu who had been here three days ago. Mrs. Wu was not wearing plain clothes this time, but a cheongsam. She looked graceful and luxurious, but there was still a touch of sadness on her face.
The female believer was holding a broom, looked at her, smiled slightly, and asked, are you here to see the priest again?
Mrs. Wu replied, yes. Where is the priest now?
The female believer said that he recited the Bible and prayed in the church. Just wait outside! He will come out.
Mrs. Wu nodded and waited for almost an hour before she saw the priest coming out of the church. She went to greet him. The priest frowned and led her into the preaching hall to sit down.
The priest asked, do you still want to ask about your husband?
Mrs. Wu replied, of course.
The priest said, your husband’s name is Wu Dacheng, right?
Mrs. Wu raised her nose and said "hmm".
The priest said, I have found out the whereabouts of your husband.
Mrs. Wu was very interested. She said, "Then you invite him to come. I want to ask him some information. He left so suddenly and didn't explain many things, especially some of the money he deposited in the bank and what happened." I don't know the accounts yet, so I want to ask for clarification.
The priest said, Madam, I am very sorry that your husband cannot come.
Mrs. Wu said in a stunned tone, "You said you could summon my husband's soul to meet and talk to me. Why are you saying now that my husband can't come?"
The priest replied, Madam, to tell you the truth, I can generally summon the souls of the deceased to meet and talk to their relatives. Your husband is in a special situation and I cannot summon him because he was sent to hell.
Mrs. Wu shouted dissatisfied, "You are talking nonsense. My husband is a good man. After he retired from the position of prefect, he returned to his hometown and built a road, a bridge and a temple for our Wujiazhuang. He can He did all the good deeds, so how could he be sent to hell? The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his appearance became even fiercer. Then he said, Mr. Father, I gave you 1,500 yuan in cash.
The priest looked at her and asked, "Do you want me to return your 1,500 yuan in cash?"
Mrs. Wu said loudly, I suspect you have deceived me. Retreating from foreign countries or not retreating is secondary. You should not deceive me.
The priest said, I can swear to God that I did not deceive you. If I deceive you, it is tantamount to planting the seeds of hell. Would I be so stupid?
Mrs. Wu continued to question, Mr. Father, how can you tell me to trust you?
There was a wry smile on the priest's face, he rolled his eyes and murmured, So be it! There is a female believer in our church. Her husband Deng Min recently died of tuberculosis. I summoned Deng Min’s ghost and asked him to explain to you. However, you have to wait three more days.
Mrs. Wu said, I have the right to believe you again. If it doesn't work, Mr. Father, you know I'm not easy to mess with either.
The priest lowered his head and raised his hands. He said with certainty that if you come back to this lecture hall in three days, I will accompany you to the end.
