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A funeral custom.It is customary to say that the "first seven" refers to the seventh day after a person's death. It is generally believed that the soul of the deceased will return home on the "first seven".

In the future, a memorial service will be held every seven days until the 49th day of the seventh day. Why should "seven" be the death day?

This saying also began to form during the period from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Southern and Northern Dynasties: it is said that there are six circulations in life, and between a person's death and life, there is a "bardo body" stage, like a boy, seeking fate in the underworld, using seven One day is one period; if at the end of seven days, no birth condition is found, it can be continued for another seven days, and at the end of the seventh seven days, one place will be born (see "Yoga Theory").Therefore, during the 49 days of Qiqiqi, it is necessary to hold sacrifices and sacrifices every seventh day.

The reason why this custom of doing seven things, which was spawned by the Buddhist "theory of life and destiny", was formed in the Southern and Northern Dynasties was regarded by many Confucians as a product of the prevalence of Buddhism at that time, and Feng Chuyou directly saw the difference from the theory of life and destiny. ,

He saw that the soul of the deceased was not fully formed from the corpse until the seventh day after death.

Just like the soul of Mr. Zhang now.

Two days ago, Mr. Zhang's grave was reburied. The Zhang family came to visit the second day after the burial. They were completely relieved when they saw the tombstone as clean as jade.

Because when the grave was moved the day before, some foul-smelling black water seeped out from the excavated tomb, and the whole coffin seemed to be soaked in the black sewage. When it was lifted up, the four corners of the coffin It has been corroded, and this situation shocked all the Zhang family.

This also made the Zhang family believe in the dream of the land. Many Zhang family members said that they would start to build a land temple in Yunlai Village after the old man's first seven years, and carry out a memorial ceremony for the land god. Thanks and worship.

At night, all members of the Zhang family hold a memorial ceremony for the first seven in their own house, preparing a dinner for the dead and a ladder to climb to the sky.

Feng Chuyou, who didn't go to Zhang's house, was in front of the grave of Mr. Zhang at this time, looking at the soul that had gradually formed on the newly moved grave, Feng Chuyou was very nervous, because all the people he had seen before had died. Human 'smoke', every night of the seventh day, all newly formed souls will be annihilated by unknown forces as if they should not exist in this world, and the souls will be completely scattered.

"It's almost time..."

Seeing the soul that was almost ready to be formed, Feng Chuyou closed his eyes, mobilized all the divine power he could use, and formed a protective shield to surround the grave.

At the end of Mao's time, the moment when the sun completely set.

The last trace of 'smoke' floated out from the grave, and when the soul was about to take shape, an inexplicable force suddenly descended, distorting the formed soul, as if to tear it to pieces.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the wail from the soul resounded, and the soul was fragile and deformed.

Feng Chuyou's eyes were fixed, and the divine power arranged in advance immediately rushed forward, completely enveloping Mr. Zhang's newly formed soul, fighting against the inexplicable power. At the same time, Mr. Zhang's own golden light of merit was desperately protecting and repairing it.

The virtuous golden light was spiritually aware of Feng Chuyou's help, and it even parted from the old man.Carry out a regular swimming with Feng Chuyou's divine power.

Originally, Feng Chuyou wanted to preserve the soul of Mr. Zhang, just crossing the river by feeling the stones and walking by feeling, but under the leadership of the golden light of merit, Feng Chuyou understood a little difference.

"This is... text?"

He clearly felt that his divine power wandered behind the golden light of merit and turned into words he couldn't recognize. When these words took shape, the inexplicable power began to weaken, and the soul of Mr. Zhang became more and more serious. Stablize.

Not daring to be distracted, Feng Chuyou wrote down all the words that appeared with a solemn expression. He guessed that this might be a key for him to further understand this world of ghosts and ghosts.

When Feng Chuyou's divine power words were completely wrapped around Mr. Zhang's soul, the inexplicable power's effect on the soul gradually disappeared, Mr. Zhang's soul was completely stabilized, and the golden light of merit in his body was also consumed at this time. Not much left.

Feng Chuyou looked at the soul in front of him with some excitement, this was the first formed ghost he saw in the world, what would it be like?Will there still be memories of his lifetime?

After a long while, Zhang Wenxian's ghost opened its eyes, looked around in confusion, and finally set its sights on Feng Chuyou.

"You boy?" Uncertainly calling Feng Chuyou's name, Zhang Wenxian was very puzzled that he could still see Feng Chuyou.

Taking a long breath, Feng Chuyou looked exhausted, "Old man, it's great that you haven't lost your memory."

Next, Feng Chuyou told Zhang Wenxian about the situation in the past seven days, and he briefly mentioned the matter of finding the Earth Temple and becoming the God of the Earth.

Listening to Feng Chuyou's narration, Zhang Wenxian didn't have the expression that Feng Chuyou expected to appear on his face, as if everything he said was just a trivial matter.

"It turns out that Brother Feng is doing everything for this." Zhang Wenxian murmured in a low voice after Feng Chuyou finished speaking.

With such divine power, how could Feng Chuyou not hear Zhang Wenxian's words clearly?

"What are you talking about, old man?" Feng Chuyou, who was startled, asked pretending not to hear clearly.

"The person who chose this piece of land for the old man, you should have guessed it?" Seeing Feng Chuyou's unrestrained shock, Zhang Wenxian said with a faint smile.

Feng Chuyou took a deep breath, calmed down the horror in his heart, and asked in a fairly calm tone: "Is it my grandfather?"

"Yes, that's right, it was Brother Feng who helped me choose that cemetery, not some other expert." Zhang Wenxian replied with a smile, and smiled even more happily when he saw the changed expression on Feng Chuyou's face up.

"what happened???"

Feng Chuyou's tone was a little anxious. Originally, he thought it was just a coincidence, but it was calculated early in the morning?Even if that person is his grandfather, it still makes Feng Chuyou a little creepy.

"You boy, don't worry, how can you say that your grandfather will not harm you? I can't give birth to the old man for a while, nothing else, but I always have a lot more experience than you kid , how about I help you?" Zhang Wenxian looked at Feng Chuyou with a smile, and suggested.

"Help?" Feng Chuyou rubbed his forehead with a headache: "You two old bastards will kill me."

Zhang Wenxian shook his head amusedly: "You are the land lord now, old man, I am just a lonely ghost, how dare I play with you to death, just think so, you are a land lord, it is good to have an experienced county magistrate like me under your command , many detours, I can give you some experience, it’s better than you slowly groping alone, isn’t it?”

Seeing that Feng Chuyou was silent, Zhang Wenxian continued to speak harder: "Besides, I am such a ghost, you should take me in at least until I can be reincarnated, otherwise you are not afraid that I will harm the world?"

Seeing that Zhang Wen talked about him first, and didn't intend to explain to him in detail what was going on, Feng Chuyou didn't ask any more, and said angrily: "Ah, it's okay, I said you are enough, old man." Oh, you even said things that endanger the world? Are you not afraid that the ghost will come and catch you in the [-]th floor of hell???"

"I'm not afraid of the old man, I'm a person with a golden light of merit." Zhang Wenxian replied triumphantly to Feng Chuyou.

Why didn't I think this old man was so poor before!With a weak sigh, he said: "Before you reincarnate, you should stay in my land temple. When you find the ghost messenger later, you can't just hang on. By the way, the amount of your merits and virtues, old man, It doesn't look like you did something trivial, what did you do?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't ask. Old man, I have hidden my merits and fame for so many years. I promised this matter at the beginning and no one will tell it. Even if I am a ghost now, it is not easy to tell you." Zhang Wenxian said so He said, his expression was full of exclamation and complacency, this was also the thing he was most proud of back then.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, old man, don't forget that I am the land god of Yunlai Village. Looking back, I can find out what you did before you in the household registration book. Who told you that you are from Yunlai Village? ?" Without asking, Feng Chuyou raised his hand, and a yellow thread-bound household registration book appeared in his hand.

Zhang Wenxian didn't care too much: "If you want to know for yourself, then go and see, old man, I don't break my promise and get fat."

One old and one young, one person and one soul, just left the cemetery and walked towards the ruins of the Earth Temple.