This heavenly master is not serious

"Master Xu, do you have a way to keep my dad in this world?"

Upon hearing this, Marlboro was the first to jump up, extremely excited, and wanted Xu Yang to do it and keep the old man.

On the other hand, his eldest brother, who looked very calm, had gray hair, and wore glasses, asked in a deep voice: "Master Xu, how do you explain this harm to Tianhe and Yin virtue?"

"Teacher Wan, you are a cultural person, you should know this sentence better than me."

Xu Yang said: "Humans and ghosts have different paths, Yin and Yang. My suggestion is to send the old man to the underworld. Whether he continues to be a ghost or reincarnates as a human being is a matter for the underworld."

Wan Qian was anxious and said with red eyes: "Master Xu, can you let my grandfather stay? I know that you are a strange person with great magical powers. Don't you also have two female ghosts at home?"

"Can you and I compare?"

"I am a member of the Taoist sect, and I have some cultivation skills. What do you have?"

Xu Yang said bluntly: "The old man's soul is too weak. If he stays at home like this, he will probably lose his soul within seven days at most... If we want him to stay, we must make his condensed Yin body stronger!"

"At that time, he can certainly stay, but the release of Yin Qi will cause your Yin Qi to invade your body... As time goes by, you will become more sick and prone to disasters. I probably don't want to see this scene."

These words are not false words.

Ordinary people may become seriously ill if they encounter ghosts once or twice.

Living with ghosts every day is no different from chronic suicide.

"I can understand that you want to honor the elderly."

"But I think such filial piety is not advisable... When the old man is alive, spend more time with him and be more filial and filial. After he dies, visit his grave more often during festivals and holidays, and give him more money to burn. It is better than trapping his ghost in It’s better at home.”

The four members of the Wan family made up their minds after a little summing up.

Wan Qian's father asked: "Master Xu, then... how should I send my dad off? Is there a ritual?"

"Your dad isn't an evil spirit, and he doesn't have much malevolence, so there's no need to bother."

Xu Yang turned over his hands and took out a piece of yellow paper from the storage space.

This is the paper he usually uses to practice drawing symbols.

He asked Wan Qian to find scissors and cut the yellow paper into a paper ladder.

While cutting, he explained: "This is a Taoist method passed down by my master. It was created based on some legends in folk customs... This method is called the ladder to heaven, and it can send the souls of the dead to the underworld."

The saying of "climbing the ladder to heaven" has been among the people for a long time.

According to custom, the Qiqi Festival is the bardo period of the deceased, and the consciousness of the deceased has not been completely cut off from the human world, which means that the deceased has not yet realized that he has died and has not completely turned into a ghost.

According to custom, family members will prepare water and a bowl of grains for the deceased at the door during the first seven nights, and then go to bed early. If they hear any noise at night, they are not allowed to check. After the first seven days, they will burn something like a ladder. Let the soul follow the ladder to heaven.

The purpose of placing clean water is to allow the ancestors to wash away the dust, avoid disasters, and go on the road with peace of mind.

The placement of grains has the meaning of avoiding evil spirits, preventing evil spirits, and warding off evil spirits and mould.

The old man has been dead for eight years.

The way the dead souls return home is slightly different.

Xu Yang cut the paper ladder and asked Wan Qian to find an iron basin.

He took out the incense burner in front of the person, placed it in front of the iron basin, lit three more incense sticks, bowed, and muttered something:

"Ashes return to dust, soil returns to earth, yin and yang are separated by time and space, and every second is too much to be together... Humans and ghosts have different paths, yin and yang are two paths, old man, your wish has been fulfilled, it's time to hit the road."

He took out the paper ladder, and Marlboro, with quick eyes and quick hands, handed over a lighter.

However, Xu Yang did not use a lighter, but flicked it with his finger.

Wow.

A flame rose from his fingertips, igniting the paper ladder.

The next moment, the burning incense smoke rose up in curls, gathered in mid-air and never dispersed, turning into a long ladder with a faint halo. One end of the long ladder was in front of Xu Yang, and the other end extended out.

It seems virtual and real. It is clearly right in front of you, but it gives people a sense of time and space being confused, as if the other side has entered another time and space.

Xu Yang unfolded the calligraphy and painting, followed the same method, lit it on fire, and threw it into the iron basin.

The calligraphy and painting burned, and the ray of Yin Qi in it rose together with the fireworks, turning into the figure of the old man. He waved to the four members of the Wan family, stepped up the ladder, and walked farther and farther until he disappeared.

The four members of the Wan family cried loudly and gradually became quiet after the "Ladder to Heaven" dissipated.

Xu Yang put away the incense burner on the ground and said: "This paper tie has been contaminated with the old man's yin energy. It is not auspicious to keep it at home. Remember to burn it as soon as possible... In addition, I am charged for running out."

In this business, some money is inevitable.

This is a point of emphasis, a rule, and there are also taboos.

Xu Yang calculated the cost, one paper bundle, six columns of fragrance... Of course, the most expensive thing is his own labor.

"Doctor Wan and I are considered acquaintances... So, let me give you a lucky price, 8888 yuan."

Wan Qian immediately transferred 8,888 yuan, and his father took out another 50,000 yuan in cash.

"No reward for no merit, Mr. Wan, your daughter has already paid."

Xu Yang waved his hand to express his refusal.

Marlboro took the money, forced it into Xu Yang's hand, and said: "Master Xu, just accept it... This is what my old man meant. He came back this time because he hid a bankbook. At that time He left too quickly to tell us.”

"There are more than 200,000 yuan in the passbook, which is the money the old man has saved over the years... He asked us to come up with 50,000 yuan to express our gratitude to you."

"Since these are the old man's last words, I will accept them."

Received money.

Marlboro greeted Xu Yang again and sent him back.

He was driving a Land Rover and looked wealthy. In the car, Marlboro talked about his media company again.

"Master Xu, in recent years, online short videos and live broadcasts have become popular. By chance, I opened this company and signed some anchors... I also made some money, but I always felt that there was nothing big in my career. A breakthrough."

"Master Xu, do you think this is a Feng Shui problem?"

He wanted to ask Xu Yang to go to his company to help check Feng Shui, and he was willing to pay a high price.

"My lineage is good at catching ghosts and warding off evil spirits. I only have a little understanding of Feng Shui."

Xu Yang smiled and said: "But I know that the end of the live broadcast is to bring goods... Maybe Boss Wan, you can try this aspect."

"Bringing goods?"

Marlboro thought for a while and then said: "Master Xu, do you have any opened bracelets, statues or other things in your store... Can I invite one back?"

"That's the Buddhist method."

Xu Yang couldn't laugh or cry: "I am a Taoist cultivator. What we are good at is drawing talismans. Later I will draw you a peace talisman and a fortune talisman."

soon.

The funeral parlor has arrived.

As soon as Xu Yang got out of the car, he saw a black SUV parked in front of the store.

He frowned slightly.

He was familiar with this off-road vehicle. He had seen it on the bank of the Yellow River before. It was a vehicle belonging to the Bureau of Spirituality Management.

Go into a funeral shop.

Sure enough, Wang Lin and Bai Wei were standing in the corner tremblingly.

Liu Shishi sat on the chair and said calmly: "You Spirit Management Bureau are so brave, you dare to covet me over and over again... Do you think I am a soft persimmon, and you can do whatever you want to do with me?"

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