"Well, thank you for your hard work. But the deceased is gone, please feel sorry for me." Zhang Zhendong comforted Yang Huan casually, and then patted Zhou Chuyi on the shoulder. "This is the master I invited. He will decide everything for tonight."

"Why should an outside Taoist priest ask for a finger at the funeral in Yangshu Village?"

At this moment, another man with a tuft of white hair on his face, a tough face, bright eyes, and a short and concise body rushed out from it.

"Baimao Taoist? Hello." Zhang Zhendong saw this person, but he had no intention of despising him. He immediately bowed and smiled, "Baimao Taoist, don't be angry. Although Zhou Chuyi is a foreigner, his Zhou family has been dealing with the dead since the Ming Dynasty and knows the dead the most. This way, you have as much money as Zhou Chuyi, both of which are two thousand yuan. What do you think?"

The White-Haired Taoist is very famous in this generation, and he placed Zhang Zhendong's grandfather.

As for the place he chose for his grandfather, Zhang Zhendong now seems to be a Feng Shui treasure land that is blessed with his descendants.

So he knew that this white-haired Taoist had some real skills, so he naturally didn't want to offend him.

"Two thousand?" The white-haired Taoist pulled the white hair on his face and tried to calm down.

"Yes, two thousand. I know you are a capable person. If you hadn't chosen a good Feng Shui for my grandfather, I wouldn't know how poor I would be now." Zhang Zhendong hugged the White-Haired Taoist's shoulder and whispered: "When Lao Yang died, he was too upset. Whoever was in front of him tonight would have a lot of trouble in the future, so don't fight for this. Listen to my advice, we are our own family, you have to believe me."

"Xiao Zhang, you said so, of course I want to give you face. I will cooperate with him tonight." The white-haired Taoist nodded drunk.

Over the years, Zhang Zhendong has been the only person who respects him.

He knew in his heart that many people respect him on the surface, but in his heart he was calling him a liar.

As for the hard money tonight, I did give a lot of it.

He used to be busy all night, and for one morning, it only cost 500 yuan.

"Zhang Zhendong, I have been tolerating you for a long time! You have cured my father to death and have the face to point fingers? And why do you ask us to give them so much money?" Zhang Zhendong frowned, and Yang Chengcheng, who had just been obedient, actually jumped out again.

"Shut up!" Unexpectedly, before Zhang Zhendong could speak, the gentle sister Yang Huan suddenly exploded. She slapped Yang Chengcheng in the face and cursed with tears on her face: "When will you be embarrassed by such a shameful thing?"

"Damn, you actually dare to beat me? I am the biggest filial son today! My eldest brother is gone, I am the only son of the Yang family, I have the final say here! You splashed water and want to be expelled from the house, right? A bitch!"

Yang Chengcheng was irritated by his sister's slap in the face.

"Okay, Xiaohuan, don't be angry. At this time, don't make people laugh."

Yang Huan's husband was sharp-eyed and quick-witted. He suddenly hugged Yang Huan and hid behind Zhang Zhendong easily.

This made Yang Chengcheng's punch stop in the air half a foot away from Zhang Zhendong's face.

He was very similar to Zhang Zhendong's punch, but he didn't dare.

"Put down your fist! Go mourn your father! I will only say some things once!" Zhang Zhendong gritted his teeth and smiled. "In this place, no one dares to say that I killed your father. You dare to say that it is very good, really good! Today, for your father's sake, let's forget about this matter. If you keep making trouble, believe it or not, I will send you a trip? Go with your father?"

"Why don't you apologize to Dongzi!" Yang Huan said sternly.

"Brother Dong, I'm sorry, I'm overly sad and confused."

When Yang Chengcheng thought of Zhang Zhendong's methods and the consequences of Yang Dahai's wife and son, he was so scared that he trembled all over and immediately lowered his head. He gave in and dared not say that Zhang Zhendong had cured his father to death.

"You are not confused, you are very smart. But smartness must be used on the right path." Zhang Zhendong didn't look at Yang Chengcheng.

"But, what I said just now is right. Before handing over my father to you, my sister had loaned him to treat him. Now we have no money. A gentleman, we can't afford to pay only 2,000 yuan in hard work."

Yang Chengcheng said another sentence unwillingly.

For Zhang Zhendong, two thousand yuan is not enough for him to go out for a meal. But for ordinary people, it is a month of hard work.

"Don't withdraw money at this time."

Zhang Zhendong waved his hand and asked Zhou Chuyi and Baimao Taoist to go in.

Zhou Chuyi also gave the Soul Requiem Banner to Yang Huan. Yang Huan held his hands and pointed in front of him, and was about to turn around and open the way.

"It's on fire, it's on fire!"

But at this moment, the main hall of the main hall suddenly became chaotic!

Zhang Zhendong pushed away the person in front of him and saw that the paper ash in the "yin and yang basin" placed in front of the coffin and burned paper money for Lao Yang was swept up by someone, and floated on the dozens of stacks of fire paper under the coffin.

At first no one noticed it, but now the fire was ignited by paper ash, and the fire quickly burned.

The legs of the table that placed the coffin and the coffin instantly emitted the smell of paint and earth paint being burned.

Let me explain here: the coffin cannot be painted with paint, but the earth paint directly scraped off from the sapphire tree should be painted with paint. Because the earth paint is darker and does not reflect light, it also absorbs the underground yin energy. The dead are afraid of light. There is another saying that the earth paint is dark, and gathers souls and absorbs spirits, which can make the souls of the deceased safe.

At this time, the dark fire light whistled, as if the dark coffin was about to fly out of the sea of ​​fire. Zhang Zhendong's scalp trembled and he actually lost his ability to adapt.

Zhou Chuyi was still very good. He pulled off the coffin cover, threw it away, and pounced it, and pressed the flames! Then, with the shouts, Yang Huan's husband and many villagers twisted water and put out the fire paper.

But it is difficult to extinguish the fire paper when it burns. Although the flames go down, black smoke still rolls upwards.

Suddenly, the entire main hall was shrouded in smoke!

Zhang Zhendong's face turned pale and felt that everyone in the smoke was like a vague ghost.

Squeak, squeak...

Zhang Zhendong's ears hopped again, as if he heard something in the coffin!

But when he was about to listen carefully, the movement disappeared again.

Then, the wind seemed to be a little stronger in the yard. It was the fourth month of the lunar calendar, and the wind actually contained a chill of late autumn, which made Zhang Zhendong's back tremble suddenly and his face turned pale.

But at this moment, the wind seemed to be gone again. Then I saw all the guests, adults, children, men, women, and young, standing up, gathering behind me with a serious expression, watching the situation in the main hall.

"Dad, Dad..." Seeing that Dad was not even at ease even in his death, and even the coffin was almost burned, Yang Huan felt sad and looked like a madman was about to pounce on the coffin.

"Dongzi, hold on to Huan'er, it's so choking here!" Just as Zhang Zhendong was still in a daze, Yang Huan's husband's cry came into his ears.

At this time, Yang Huan's husband was cooperating with Zhou Chuyi's command to put out the fire with all his strength, and naturally he was weak in his wife.

"Yang Huan, come back!" Zhang Zhendong was shocked and suddenly woke up. He rushed up immediately, hugged Yang Huan and dragged him out.

"Dad, dad! My daughter is wrong, my daughter is unfilial!" Yang Huan was still struggling desperately.

Zhang Zhendong had no choice but to hold her shoulders, drag her to the corner, press her on a table, and then waved to the guests behind him. The guests knew each other and didn't surround him. Give him a quiet time to persuade Yang Huan for a while.

"Okay, Sister Huan, don't be sad. This is an accident, not your fault. I believe your father won't blame you." Zhang Zhendong spoke out to comfort him, and only then did he realize that the place where he grabbed both hands was wrong.

However, he still subconsciously pinched a few times. Because she felt something was wrong with Yang Huan's body. She was only in her early thirties and had no elasticity. She was loose and looked like she was over-worry and exhausted, resulting in insufficient nutrition and thin energy.

Thinking of Yang Huan's lack of offspring yet, Zhang Zhendong let go and secretly decided to go back and get her a prescription for her to make up for it.

Yang Huan and her husband have no children, so the problem must be with this woman. In Zhang Zhendong's opinion, her husband is healthy.

Then after some comfort, Yang Huan calmed down, but she was still crying.

Zhang Zhendong held her hand tightly and continued to comfort her.

In fact, he didn't want to go to the main hall. Because to be fair, he was a little cowardly. So he would rather stay outside with Yang Huan.

"I'm really afraid of anything. Cough cough, cough cough. Hurry up, the guys are working harder to get out the fire paper." Zhou Chuyi was still coughing in the smoke, covering his nose.

"Okay, everyone, be quick." Li Ba took the lead and shouted.

"The coffin was almost burned. Will Lao Yang's anger be worse?"

Seeing that the White-Haired Taoist and Zhou Chuyi came out, Zhang Zhendong immediately went to inquire.

The two nodded at the same time. The white-haired Taoist pondered: "The fire of fire paper is Yin fire. If Lao Yang is as full of injustice as Dongzi said, the injustice in his body will absorb the Yin fire just now. It is said that the injustice soul that absorbed a large amount of Yin fire. If it becomes a ghost, the skills of the ghost will increase dramatically!"

Zhou Chuyi and Zhang Zhendong nodded, indicating that the "legend" of the White-haired Taoist is credible.

Zhang Zhendong's face turned pale, he let go of Yang Huan's hand, and asked solemnly: "Then how did this fire ignite?"

Zhou Chuyi thought for a while and said, "It must be someone who wore a skirt. He ran too fast when passing by the Yin-Yang Basin, that is, the funeral basin. The wind rising from the hem of the skirt brought the paper ash inside."

"Run too fast? The skirt is waving and the wind?" Zhang Zhendong looked at Yang Huan, who had left him, sat at the door, holding his face and crying, and his whole body trembled.

She was wearing a black cotton dress!

I called her just now, but she did rush out in panic.

"If Lao Yang's coffin was almost burned, would he be punished?"

Zhang Zhendong said nodded to Yang Huan.

But Yang Huan did not realize that the fire was caused by himself.

She just knew that her father was pitiful and had no quiet life even after death, and even the coffin was almost burned.

So this filial daughter almost cried and died.

Even under Zhang Zhendong's comfort, her mood became much more stable, but she was still feeling uncomfortable.

"It is said that after the evil spirit is transformed into a demon, it is not recognized by the relatives, although I have never seen it." The White-Haired Taoist is also a knowledgeable person.

"It's true. So we have to be careful." Zhou Chu waved his hand. "Now the smoke inside has also dissipated, let's go and save him."

"Well, sir, please." The White-Haired Taoist also saw Zhou Chuyi's power, and Zhou Chuyi's ability to respond to fire extinguishing just now also made him admire him. So the White-Haired Taoist waved respectfully and let Zhou Chuyi walk in front.

"Thank you." Zhou Chu bowed and the two walked to the door.
Chapter completed!