I am the tomb keeper

"How can I ask you to go for funerals? Don't they have people who do funerals?" Jiang Zhao asked him puzzled when the two of them went into the mountain in a carriage the next day.

"There is no shortage of people in the village in this mountain. It's just that they can't solve the problem this time?"

Facing Jiang Zhao's curious little eyes, Feng Shengmu said slowly, "The person who died this time was also a half-fairy. People in the village call him Old Xu. He is best at beating yin officials. It's a pity to beat the yin officials." I have been a yin official all my life, but this time the boat capsized and died at the hands of my son."

"His son killed him?" Jiang Zhao was a little surprised.

"Well, almost." Feng Shengmu nodded, "Old Xutou received a complaint from the underworld, and a ghost sued him. Before going to the underworld, old Xutou told his wife not to let anyone touch his body within seven days."

"His wife is very obedient and locks the door to prevent anyone from entering. It's a pity that his family has a son who doesn't live up to expectations and doesn't do his job properly. On the fourth day, he went home to get the money and pried open the door to see that his father was dead. Moved people out, now old Xu is really gone."

"Originally, the burial would be fine, but three days after the morgue, two people died in the village one after another, and the commotion was quite fierce. The villagers were afraid, and no one dared to do anything for them, so I came here to look for it." I."

Jiang Zhaoting's fine hairs exploded, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Me?" Feng Shengmu sneered, "Don't be afraid, those things dare not touch me."

"why?"

Feng Shengmu was startled by the question, then shook his head as if nothing had happened, "Because I'm a half fairy."

Jiang Zhao's eyes were condensed and he didn't answer.

"Hold on tight!" But before Jiang Zhao had time to think about what he was hiding from himself, Feng Shengmu suddenly called him in a low voice, and quickly pasted a talisman on the car.

"咴~" The horse stumbled as soon as the talisman was pasted, and the groom didn't care how much he pulled it.

Jiang Zhao suddenly felt chills all over his body, "Little Wood... Did we meet?"

"Shut up!" Feng Shengmu interrupted him, and said in a low voice, "There is nothing, don't think too much."

Jiang Zhao was taken aback by Feng Shengmu's serious and cold expression, and Jiang Zhao nodded honestly to Feng Shengmu's warning eyes, expressing that he would never talk too much.

Only then did Feng Shengmu turn his head, quickly took out the soybeans from his handbag and threw them back without looking back.

After throwing it three times in a row, Jiang Zhaocai felt the coolness all over his body suddenly recede, and the frenzied horse finally calmed down.

Jiang Zhao swallowed, this is definitely not nothing, okay?

Jiang Zhao looked at the serious Feng Shengmu, and then at the pale groom who was pretending to be calm, and felt a little terrified. He regretted not stopping Feng Shengmu from coming here.

After walking for a while, Feng Shengmu and the others saw the village, which was covered with red silk and white banner paper.

"Whose family is doing red things? How do you choose this time?" Feng Shengmu frowned, the weddings and weddings collided, and there was no one in this village.

"Hey, it's Lao Pan's family whose eldest son just died and Lao Wang's family whose daughter-in-law just died." The groom laughed and gossiped to him, "The second son of Lao Pan's family is the most favored. The two old guys were afraid that this bad luck would touch the youngest son again. Didn’t they make a marriage for the youngest son before the eldest son was buried. They said they were taking advantage of the joy of the red event to get rid of the bad luck.”

Feng Shengmu pursed his lips and said nothing, but Jiang Zhao became angry when he heard it, "No, he got married before his elder brother was buried, so he is at ease?"

The groom shook his head, "Don't look at the two old things in the Pan family. They have raised a good son. The youngest son Pan Wei also feels sorry for his elder brother Pan Wen. He has been on a hunger strike for several days. The two old guys not only Instead of letting go, he stepped up to take the bride over. Tomorrow, Pan Wen's first seven, happened to be the day of getting married.

Feng Shengmu nodded, "Then what happened to the old Wang family?"

"Old Wang's family is only old with Mrs. Wang. Although Wang Qing is an only son and poor, he married a good wife. Before his wife had an accident, he went to the city to buy medicine for the child, and left his wife at home. Mrs. Wang has always been disgusted. My daughter-in-law beat and scolded me while Wang Qing was away."

"I don't know if it was a good idea. On the day Wang Qing came back, his wife hanged herself. Wang Qing was a few minutes late. When he came back, he heard the child crying. The doors and windows were nailed up. He broke the window and entered the house." At the time, his wife was already dead, and her body was still warm."

The groom sighed, "But his wife is indeed a good mother. Before she hanged herself, she put the child on the kang and surrounded it with small wooden boards, so she was afraid that the child would fall to the ground. Alas...it's a pity."

Jiang Zhao and Feng Shengmu didn't answer the question, one of them had seen his mother but never experienced maternal love, and the other had never met his mother at all, so the two of them didn't know what to say.

The groom didn't care, and continued to mutter, "Old lady Wang wished her daughter-in-law would die sooner, so she didn't discuss with Wang Qing and directly took a new daughter-in-law back. Threatening him. Wang Qing is a well-known filial son, so he can only agree that you came early just in time for the wedding banquet."

While speaking, the carriage arrived in front of the old Wang's house, and the groom was also a person who was easy to take advantage of, so he wanted to come when he saw that there was a banquet.The most important thing is that he brought Banxianer Shanshui here, and the money can be waived.

"This one?" Jiang Zhao clearly remembered that the old Xu's family had invited them, how could this be the case?

"Hey, no, no. Isn't it just in time for the wedding banquet, let's go have a meal, don't you want to eat for free?" The groom rubbed his hands, and looked at Feng Shengmu a little fawningly.

Feng Shengmu shook his head, "We won't go, just tell me where Lao Xu's house is, and we will go by ourselves."

"Hey, no, this meal doesn't cost money." The groom was in a hurry, could the food on his lips fly away?

Feng Shengmu sighed in his heart, how can there be free food in the world?

He turned his head and told the groom, "Thank you for bringing us here, but I'm kind enough to tell you that if you are lucky, don't go to this banquet. His new wife is destined to be a widow these days."

The groom's face turned pale.

The wind ignored the groom's yelling and dragged Jiang Zhao away.

"Why didn't Wang Qing want to..." Jiang Zhao didn't dare to say later, he didn't dare to say any more now that he had been scolded by Feng Shengmu, for fear of being accidentally cursed to death.

The sound of the wind has a sense of relief that my son has just grown up.

"The old lady hates her daughter-in-law so much, but she definitely won't bury her body for three days. She probably will find someone to bury her on the same day."

Feng Shengmu whispered again, "Did you see the paper money in front of the Wang's house? From outside the village to the Wang's house, it's not too wide or narrow, just enough for a person to walk away with two feet."

"There was still ashes left from the fire on the day of the burial in front of their house. There was a gust of wind when we were at the door just now, but the ashes in front of their house were not blown away at all."

Feng Shengmu stopped and turned to look at Jiang Zhao, "The most important thing is that there is a footprint on the ash, a woman's footprint."

"Could it be that the bride stepped on it?" Jiang Zhao asked him back.

Feng Shengmu shook his head, "People don't leave such shallow footprints."

Jiang Zhao was dumbfounded.

"Here we are." White satin was hung on the door, and inside the wide open door was a dark coffin.

"Is anyone there?" Jiang Zhao stood at the door and knocked on the door and shouted loudly.

"Here we come." A well-mannered young man rushed out upon hearing the sound.

"It's Master Shanshui. I'm Xu Qiao, the nephew of this family. I'm sorry to trouble you, please come in quickly."

Feng Shengmu and Jiang Zhao followed Xu Qiao into the courtyard, even though there were hanging

Bai Banan, there are still piles of paper money, paper horses, and children at the door, but the whole courtyard is not cold and uncomfortable, on the contrary, it is very comfortable.

Jiang Zhao inadvertently raised his eyes and glanced at the main roof of their house. Others might not see it. Before Fengshengmu entered the door, he hid a small compass in the palm of his hand. The pointer of the compass just entered the courtyard suddenly pointed to the main roof.

"Ma'am, Mr. Shanshui is here."

Aunt Xu's family seemed to be five or sixty years old, and she was folding gold ingots for her husband. When she saw a few people entering the door, she quickly got up and welcomed them to sit down.

"Sir, do you think there is anything wrong with my house?" Aunt Xu was a little nervous.

"Auntie, is your house dedicated to Guanyin?"

Aunt Xu was taken aback, "Yeah, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

Feng Shengmu smiled and reassured, "It's okay, there is an eight-foot Avalokitesvara standing on the south corner of the roof of your house, with jade face veil, kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Keep safe."

Aunt Xu was not relieved after hearing this, but became a little anxious, "But my son had an accident a few days ago, and his leg was broken. This..."

"In ancient times, there were ten evils that could not be pardoned, vicious rebellion, the son killing his father was the fourth, and the first three were treason, regicide and civil strife."

Feng Shengmu picked up the teacup and shook it, "This is retribution. Buddhists value filial piety, and your family's Baojia Guanyin will no longer protect your son. Let your son do more good deeds in the future, and accumulate some evil virtues, so that no major incidents will happen. .”

Aunt Xu was relieved to hear that his son would not die.

"Then when will my husband be buried? It's been more than ten days. It's a hot day, and it's not a problem to stop all the time. It's a lack of virtue that you can't rest in the ground if you die!" Aunt Xu touched Tears: "Hey, it's my fault too. When Zhizi asked for money, it would be over if I gave it to him. I have to force him to steal it. This time is good. The son is disabled and the wife is gone. How will we live in the future?"

Xu Qiao hurriedly got up to comfort Aunt Xu, Jiang Zhao sighed while listening, his son is so spoiled, otherwise this could happen?

"Auntie, don't be too sad. I'll make arrangements for your family in a while, and you can be buried tonight." Feng Shengmu promised Aunt Xu.

"Oh, thank you, thank you sir." Aunt Xu stood up and was about to kneel.

"Don't, don't, you're cutting my life." Feng Shengmu stepped aside, and the older one knelt down to the younger one, depending on whether the younger one had the blessings and qualifications to enjoy it.

How many emperors died in history?It has nothing to do with this, you are the emperor of the real dragon, and if you have that blessing, it is a blessing for all officials to kneel down and worship you.You don't have that life, and you were pressed to the throne. The following piece is an old minister who salutes every day. It's your fault if you can't kneel to death!

Look at those emperors whose government has gone downhill in the past, how many of them lived to be in their 78s or [-]s?

After tossing for a while, Feng Shengmu invited Aunt Xu and Xu Qiao out, leaving only Jiang Zhao and the others in the room.

"I'm going to the underworld, you guard the door for me, don't let anyone touch my body." Feng Shengmu took out a piece of white wax and lit it.

The wax is very strange, the color of the wax is pale, there is no wax core, and what is lit is a blue flame, which is just a finger away from the wax and cannot be shaken.

"This wax?"

"This is Yin wax. The wax is made from the phalanx of the dead man's middle finger. It is said that Bai Wuchang's spirit-expelling whip was chained with the phalanx of the middle finger of the dead man. This wax is considered to be filial to Bai Wuchang. Please trouble him to take me to the yin." Feng Shengmu lay down on the kang.

"Really?" Jiang Zhao felt miraculous.

"You'll know if you try it. Don't let anyone touch me, including you, as soon as the wax goes off." Feng Shengmu's expression was serious.

"Okay." Jiang Zhao also became serious with this dignified expression.

Feng Shengmu then closed his eyes and lay down neatly.

There was no voice, and the room suddenly fell silent.It was only then that Jiang Zhao felt that the room was a bit big, except for the dim light in Nuo Da's room was the pale candle.

In the silence, Jiang Zhao stared at Feng Shengmu without blinking, staring at him but broke out in a cold sweat.

In the summer, the insects in the countryside would sound very loud at night, but he couldn't hear anything, and he didn't feel anything when he couldn't hear it!

That's right, he couldn't hear any sound, as if something frightened the bugs from screaming.

Suddenly the unmoving flame on the candle flickered, Jiang Zhao turned his head to look, but found that he couldn't move or breathe!

The heart hurts like being held tightly by someone.

Something came in, Jiang Zhao was sure.Although you can't see it, that kind of instinctive fear can't deceive people.

The candle was extinguished suddenly.

"Hoo, hoo..." Jiang Zhao felt someone pat him on the back, and finally let out the breath he was holding in his mouth, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

"Fengshengmu?" Jiang Zhao called his name carefully.

No one answered, Jiang Zhao put his hand on his nose, not breathing!

"It's true..." Jiang Zhao murmured, the so-called Bai Wuchang, the so-called soul whip exists!