The hour of Xu belongs to Yin.

The Yin method is used in the Yin time, and the mutual complementation is complementary.

In a remote and uninhabited mass grave, two people had set up the altar early and prepared.

One of them was tall and thin, wearing a black Taoist robe, a high crown, and a gloomy eyes. He was the nephew of the witch Ma.

The other person is a young man wearing brocade clothes and a jade pendant, and a handsome and elegant appearance.

"Master Li, that's OK."

The young man put the last thing on the altar and bowed back.

"Um."

The Taoist nodded, then picked up the peach wood sword, stepped on the seven-star gang step, and muttered something.

"The great Taoist cave is mysterious and has no thoughts. Now, I call the souls of the dead and follow my orders!"

While chanting the mantra, the peach wood sword picked up the copper bell and swayed gently.

"Dingling..."

The copper ringtone should have been crisp and pleasant, but it sounded, but it gave rise to a gloomy and terrifying meaning.

The fallen leaves flew around, the wind was rising everywhere, and the faint fire swayed, and the entire mass grave seemed to be trapped in a ghost realm.

"Hao!"

The Taoist stopped his hand and opened his eyes and shouted: "The deceased daughter Yang Zhang, don't show up quickly!"

“Woo…”

The wind lingers.

A soul-raising wooden sign on the altar shook gently, and a wisp of ghost floated out of it.

Looking closely, the ghost's eyes were unconscious and moved with the wind. It was the dead Zhang Xiuxiu.

"go!"

The Taoist turned the peach wood sword and pointed something into the middle of the altar.

"Swish!"

Zhang Xiuxiu's ghost trembled slightly, and immediately turned into a wisp of blue smoke, sank into it and disappeared.

That thing is a scarecrow.

There was a piece of talisman paper sticking on the scarecrow, and a long black hair was tightly wrapped around it, looking weird.

“&*#&…”

After doing all this, the Taoist stood in front of his forehead with one hand, pressed the sword's spine with one hand, and muttered something in his mouth.

The voice is rapid, making people unable to hear it.

After a while, the Taoist opened his eyes and pointed at the scarecrow's sword.

"Add to the body technique, get up!"

"Dongdong..."

I saw the scarecrow swaying back and forth on the altar, shaking endlessly, as if he was about to stand up.

But after a moment, the vibration stopped and no other changes occurred.

"Um?"

The Taoist stopped and looked puzzled: "How could it be?"

The young man who had avoided him far away also came over and asked, "Master Li, what's wrong?"

The Taoist did not answer, lowered his head, and kept counting with his left hand.

After a moment, he raised his head, his face turned extremely solemn: "Wait for me to try again!"

"The great road cave is mysterious, and there is no thought to be with you..."

"Add to the body technique, get up!"

On the altar, the straw man shook desperately, but he still couldn't stand up.

"Damn it!"

The Taoist threw the peach wood sword in his hand to the ground and said angrily: "Someone stopped me from casting spells, who is it!"

In today's Wuqing County, Chenghuang Temple Zhu followed the army to suppress bandits, and his master was also crushed to prison. Who else could stop him?

…………

It was already dark.

The people who came to pay their respects said goodbye and left, and Xiaoliu's family also became quiet.

Taking advantage of this time, Xiaoliu's parents went out to get the pre-determined coffin.

As a close relative, Zhang Chuwu did not leave, but accompanied Xiaoliu to clean up Zhang Xiuxiu's mourning hall.

The mourning hall is simple, just renting a set of things for a while.

There are roast chicken, pork crumbs, one for fish, a plate of wormwood, and some paper money on the altar.

Wudaoist and monk recited scriptures, and only asked the fifth brother Hongyi to borrow the scriptures from the temple to recite them several times.

"My sister likes to eat Aiwowo the most."

Xiao Liu cleaned up the miscellaneous items on the ground and said, "During the holidays, we can have nothing in our house, so we will definitely buy some Aiwowan to eat."

"Sister said that she likes sweet things. When she got married, my mother bought her a tray."

"then……"

He leaned back to his nose and choked up his voice: "My sister was so happy at that time. She forgot to cry when she went out."

"My mother is also very happy because the Yang Er family gives the most money, which is enough for me to make a living."

"It's different from my elder brother. My sister loved me since she was a child. She ate Aiwowo when she got married that day, and she also divided two of them in my house."

"Um."

Zhang Chuwu stopped the movements in his hand and interrupted Xiaoliu: "You are tired, stop talking, go and rest."

“…”

Xiao Liu opened his mouth and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Four, that's here."

At this moment, Zhang Zhaojin, who had a white cloth strip tied with his waist, walked in with four people and said with a smirk: "Something happened at home, so that's all I can do."

"know!"

The four people behind him were covered in dust and were holding a donkey cart behind him, as if they were traveling by the merchants passing by Wuqing County.

One of them waved his hand with a tired face: "Just have a place to have a nest. We travel around the world and don't care about these."

"Then, come here."

Zhang Zhaojin smiled and led forward, and was about to step over the mourning hall.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Liu leaned forward and blocked the way: "What are you doing?"

Zhang Zhaojin frowned and said, "The inn is full, these guests come here to spend the night."

"But……"

"Nothing but!"

Zhang Zhaojin waved his hand: "I have discussed this with my father, it's useless to stop you."

"Forget it, forget it."

Zhang Chuwu came over and grabbed Xiaoliu, who was tense: "Don't get angry on such days."

"Um."

Zhang Zhaojin nodded to the two of them, then turned around to greet the guests: "Fourth, come here."

After the mourning hall, there is the main hall.

At this time, the coffin had not been delivered, and there was only one long case in the middle of the main hall, with a body covered with white cloth on it.

Several guests shook their heads at Baibu, without saying much, and yawned to the side room.

It was late to settle the guests.

When Zhang Zhaojin walked out of the inner room, he saw Xiao Liu and Zhang Chuwu were so tired that he hugged in a corner of the mourning hall and fell asleep.

Looking back, the eternal lights hanging in the main hall were dimly lit, and there was only a lonely body lying there.

"Why!"
To be continued...