Although Wang Zan has no feelings for Jiang Yuying, no matter how much they say, they have known each other for a month and have seen each other a lot of times. There is no way to be familiar with each other, but at least they have known each other, so if you can help me with some things, please help me.

It’s not that Wang Zan saw that the other party would have any big trouble in the future at this time, but that he had seen Jiang Yuying’s palm. The girl’s lifeline was slightly bumpy. If she said lightly, she might fall apart, but if it was more serious, it might be a big trouble.

So if it is reasonable, Wang Zan should lay this introduction.

Jiang Yuying was quite obedient. Another thing was that she knew Wang Zan’s ability, so she honestly prayed for blessings and wishes in front of the Land Lord. Then she stood up and patted the dust on her legs casually. Then she waved her hand at Wang Zan and said, "Let's go, let's see you again in the long run!"

Wang Zan shook his head with a smile, then picked up the broom and made a basin of clear water to clean it up in the Land Temple. After two days, there was a lot of dust in the temple. After all, gods and immortals love to clean themselves. The minimum thing about offering sacrifices to the gods is that you must do it. Whether it is a statue of gods or an altar, you must be spotless, otherwise if it is too dirty, people may not want the gods here.

As soon as Wang Zan finished cleaning, Tan Huiying drove over alone. When he saw him, he knew that it was for Xiang Jiu. If we counted the days, today should be the fifth day after Xiang Jiu and his female companion died.

"Xiang Jiu's father is an old friend of me, and the relationship is pretty good. I came here to let Xiang Jiu meet you before, but I didn't expect..." Tan Huiying sighed and smiled bitterly.

Wang Zan said lightly: "It's useless to see me, let alone me. Even if you let him see the Buddha, it's not very useful. This person's fortune is already destined and it's difficult to change. I have already pointed him out clearly, but he just doesn't listen, so he can do this? I won't let me tie him to the legs of the table with a rope, right?"

"I don't doubt your problem. I just said that I have grown up with this child since I was a child. I suddenly died and it was so strange and so miserable. I always feel a little uncomfortable."

The death of Xiang Jiu and those people was closed two days ago. The police said that the case was closed was just a reason to make a final conclusion. After all, there was no way to make all such things happen. As for the family, the relevant departments would send someone to talk.

Tan Huiying paused and then said to Wang Zan: "Can you help me with a little favor?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

Tan Huiying said: "Xiang Jiu's father wanted to find a Yin-Yang Mr. or a Taoist priest to do rituals for his children on the seventh day of the first seventh day. You also know that Xiang Jiu died tragically and his family would not feel at ease, so they had to find comfort from other places. They pay more attention to rituals, so you see..."

Wang Zan shook his head and said, "I can't do it. I'm a specialist in this industry. The technology is not right. I'll know a monk from Nanchan Temple. I have a good relationship. I can invite someone from them. He is the first seventh day after tomorrow? Then I'll go there and burn some paper."

Tan Huiying nodded quickly and said, "Of course it's the best, thank you so much..."

Wang Zan and Tan Huiying chatted for a few more times, and the other party said goodbye and left. If it weren't for Fan Zhongxin's sake, Wang Zan had no obligation to cure the aftermath. However, since Tan Huiying came here for a special trip, he would have to give this face no matter how hard he was.

After the door of the land temple was opened, some nearby villages came in and burned incense to worship. Today, the land temple is still very famous in this generation. Wang Zan's many actions had already established a significant influence among the villagers. As the news spread, his reputation here was widely opened.

This day passed, and Wang Zan came over the next day, and there were several groups of people coming to the door. Maybe it was because he was not here for more than two days ago. However, all the things that came were trivial and nothing was difficult. But with the idea that mosquito legs were flesh, he would naturally handle it easily.

After all, the message I sent him before has proved that Wang Zan's approach really opened a bright window for her.

A day later, a funeral home in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.

After the cause of death of Xiang Jiu and his female companion was finalized, it was directly cremated. The official could not allow them to keep the two bodies forever. Even if Xiang Jiu's father was rich, you were just a businessman. If you talk to him, you had to be obedient.

Today is the first seventh day of Xiang Jiu. According to our customs, this day is also very important. If it is in the folk, you have to burn paper and lay tributes on the ladder, and then send the dead away. From then on, it officially means that the heavens and man are separated.

Xiang Jiu's family naturally had to treat it more carefully on this day. First of all, they wanted to ask someone to do rituals to save themselves. First, they hope that the family will be safe in the future and not be implicated. Second, they also hope that if Xiang Jiu goes to the underworld, they will be able to be reborn.

Therefore, Xiang Jiu's first seventh job was quite grand.

Wang Zan took a bus from Chongming in the morning and came to this funeral home according to the address given by Tan Huiying. When he came, there were already many people from Xiang’s family.

In a farewell hall, Xiang Jiu's urn was placed on the platform, surrounded by a lot of red and yellow flowers. Several middle-aged monks wearing cassocks were knocking on wooden fish and reciting scriptures. The monks from Nanchan Temple came, but Wang Zan looked at them and found that there were those who knew him, so he didn't go over to say hello.

In front of the urn, a middle-aged man was about fifty years old. He was wearing a black suit and had white flowers on his chest and a big back. He looked very sad and his eyebrows were frowning. This should be Xiang Jiu's father.

Next to me is a graceful and luxurious woman with a good temperament and is always being supported by others, and then she keeps wiping her tears. This is probably Xiang Jiu's mother.

After seeing Wang Zan coming, Tan Huiying nodded and said hello. When the ritual was halfway through the ritual, the deceased's relatives began to come forward to burn paper in the brazier.

There were still quite a few people coming from the Xiang family, and there were about twenty of them. Wang Zan was not in a hurry and waited for a while. The last one walked over and squatted down and picked up a few pieces of paper money and started burning it.

"You should be so destined to be like this, so don't blame others. It's easy to leave and don't send me off. If you want to be born in the next life..."
Chapter completed!