Yan Wang Ah Qi Volume 1

"See, the one he's holding in his hand is my urn."

The speaker was a white-haired and loyal old lady with typical 30s curly hair.She is a little fat, so there are not many wrinkles on her face, and she looks several years younger than her actual age.But she is dead now.

Three days ago, she died in a van traveling from Harbin to Mohe.Her wife was by her side, holding her hand tightly, crying like a child.In fact, as early as a month ago, she was already terminally ill and was sentenced to death by the doctor.She and her husband spent more than half a month convincing their children that they wanted to go back to Mohe before they died.Her high-ranking son said: "Can the conditions in Mohe be compared to this? Here are the best hospitals and doctors in China." He was right at all, Beijing has better medical resources in China.Her well-known actress daughter said: "Mom, Mohe is too cold. With your current body, you will suffer if you go back." It is the twelfth lunar month, one of the coldest months of the year, even Beijing. It has snowed several times, and Mohe has already been covered with snow and frozen three feet.She knew that her children were worried about their bodies, but in this world, there are always some things beyond life. "This is my last chance to return to my hometown. I want to go back and take a look at the house in my hometown and see my parents and folks." There was no pleading or anger in her voice, but the remoteness of fate and the belief of the soul.Her sons and daughters are also sensible people. Upon hearing this, they immediately asked for leave, hired a car, and took the two elders on the long journey home.

Speaking of this, the old man smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I know how difficult it is for the two children to make this decision. This has been four times. The first time I returned to Mohe, I fell ill when I arrived in Harbin , frightened my children, and stayed in a hospital in Harbin for five days. The second time was at the end of the new year, and the journey to Harbin was very smooth, but on the way to Mohe, I fell ill again with my weak body, so I had to leave It was a pity that time, we were almost in Mohe County. The third time we just arrived in Mohe, Xiaojun’s mother hurriedly called to say that Xiaojun had sudden acute enteritis, and we had to go back home. And then These four times, I died on the way back to my hometown." She sighed, then shook her head, "It looks like God made a big joke on me, but you know what, I'm a little I don’t regret it either. Whether I went back to Mohe these few times or returned to Beijing due to unexpected circumstances, I don’t regret it. Especially this last time, I know that I will eventually return to this land.”

After hearing this, Yan Qi hummed, and his dark eyes stared at the crowd under his feet.The crowd was a funeral procession, and the one walking in front holding the portrait was the old man's son. A handsome man in his 40s, wearing a tailored black suit.Followed by her wife and children, followed by Mohe's folks.A five-year-old child was lying on the grandma's back, and asked ignorantly: "Grandma, who is the old lady who left this time? Why didn't I know her?" Her grandma looked up at the team in front of her and said in a low voice: "She My surname is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Xiufen. She is an excellent person. She was the one who helped us when we fled famine. When we arrive at the cemetery, please kowtow to Grandma Zhao." and "help", but she knows the kowtow.And grandma asked her to kowtow, grandma would be very happy if she listened to grandma, she hoped grandma would be happy.

Except for a few relatives of the old man in the funeral team, most of the rest are fellow villagers from Mohe.Some of them have never even seen the old man since they were young, but they spontaneously came to die for the old man, just because the old man was kind and helpful in every way when he was in Mohe, and the blessings she cultivated in Mohe made the people in this land feel grateful to her.

The crowd reached their destination, and it was like nowhere else, knee-deep in snow and bare twigs.There is a custom in the village where the old man lives: general burials are buried in the same place in the village, with graves and monuments; cremated ashes are scattered on this snow field, allowing the soul to return to the snow field.The old man's son scattered the ashes according to the ritual procedure, and the crowd knelt one by one to say goodbye. After half an hour, the crowd started to walk back.Her wife and son exchanged urns and photos, and the two were still at the front of the line, walking the way they had come.

Pointing to the photo in her wife's hand, the old man said proudly: "That photo was taken by him himself. He liked to take pictures since he was young. After retiring, he joined the Senior Photography Association in Beijing and made a name for himself. I like to travel, and he likes to take pictures. We have traveled all over China in the past ten years, and he has taken thousands of photos. Half of these photos are of me." The happiness on her face is beyond words . "There are also people who say that people in their 70s are still traveling around the mountains and rivers every day, so it is better to spend more time at home to take care of their grandchildren. My old friend also advised me not to go out all the time when I am weak, and to cultivate myself at home and strive for Live a few more years, and cultivate a few more blessings for the younger generations. My wife and I just smiled, they didn’t know that we were enjoying it. I am very lucky to have such a wife and children who love me and understand me. This is what I cultivated in my previous life blessing." After speaking, the old man realized that the person beside him was a ghost messenger, probably because he already knew about her past.But he was not impatient, but quietly listened to the old man talking about his life experience, and quietly accompanied the old man to his hometown to overlook her funeral.

When the funeral team returned to the village, the villagers jumped to their feet in the cold and hurried into their warm houses.The old man's wife and children lived in a B&B in the village. Their original old house was collapsed by heavy snow 30 years ago.In the past few years, Mohe tourism has developed well, and nearby villages have started to set up homestays.The homestay they stayed in was run by the villagers themselves, and they refused to accept money. The family did not insist on it. The folks from the village stayed in Beijing and bought some toys for the children of the family. Embarrass the other person.

Seeing his wife and children entering the house, the old man inadvertently took a step forward.Remembering that the ghost messenger was still nearby, he quickly stopped, and smiled apologetically at Yan Qi.Yan Qi knew what she wanted, and with a light wave of his right hand, he showed the old man the environment in the room.Seeing the familiar faces of relatives, the old man was very happy and thanked him directly.The three people in the room were discussing about going back to Beijing. The children were busy with work and wanted to leave early, but her wife said: "No hurry, your mother finally came back. Let's accompany her for a few days, step on the snow for her, and visit the folks." The son and daughter were taken aback after hearing this, and her son said: "Then I will go to the county in the afternoon to buy some gifts for the villagers." Her daughter said: "I will make a few calls to Beijing, so that they can rest assured and wait for us A few days." Her wife said happily: "Alright, let's go."

The old man didn't look any further, she had a smile on her face, "Master Ghost Messenger, should I go to Chenghuang Temple to report?" Yan Qi said: "Wait a minute, Fan Wushe will come to pick you up." The old man felt a little sorry: "Let Hei Wuchang pick me up in person, no need..." Yan Qi said, "It's okay, he's nearby." Sure enough, Fan Wushe came within a minute.

Fan Wushe's eyes flickered when he saw the old man's soul.This person's soul is very light, and he is standing on the cloud, no wonder she and Xie Bi'an failed to find out.Fan Wushe met Yan Qi first, concealed his identity for his master, and then took away the old man's soul.

Guided by Fan Wushe, the old man's soul quickly arrived at the underworld.The old man had done good deeds but never did evil, Luo Shi swiped his pen and sentenced her to be reincarnated.After it was over, Luo Shi appeared in the Hall of Yama with the Book of Broken Soul.

She presented a page of letter paper to Yan Qi, which recorded the old man's past and present lives.There is no problem in this life, but the previous life was different from what the old man wanted.In his previous life, the old man was a wealthy daughter, pampered and domineering, offending everyone who could offend him, and after his death, he went to tongue-pulling hell and served 300 years in prison. 300 years later, after serving his sentence, he was reincarnated, and lived happily ever after.

Yan Qi smiled after reading it, and burned the letter paper to ashes.

Luo Shi said coldly: "Humans are fragile creatures after all. A good life is regarded as a blessing from the past life, and a bad life is regarded as a sin committed in the past life. In fact, happiness and misfortune are always related to the current life. Related. Goodness in this world will bring blessings in this world, and evil in this world will bring disasters in this world. Although this may not be the case in the world, our hell is very fair.”