Chapter 87: Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea (2)

After listening to Jinghai's words, I hurriedly asked Dou Dabao to bring the urn over.

I took the urn in my hand, and was about to ask Jinghai what to do, when suddenly, my left hand shook involuntarily like an electric shock.

The white porcelain columbarium altar was smooth in appearance, and the volume was not small, my left hand shook, and I couldn't hold the jar with one hand.

Seeing that the ashes altar was taken off, even if Sun Lu and the others on the side were not slow to react, they immediately wanted to come forward to pick it up, but they were still a step too late.

Just a second before a few hands stretched out, the jar fell to the ground, and with a "bang", it fell to pieces.

At that moment, a hand grabbed my arm.

It turned out that Sun Tuzi wanted to grab the urn altar, but he was too strong and couldn't restrain his footsteps, so he had to grab me to stabilize his body.

I was a little dumbfounded, but I didn't expect that the moment Sun Lu grabbed me, suddenly, I saw a puff of blood-red smoke rising from the ground.

It could not have been the smoke and dust caused by the shattering of the jar, and as the blood mist rose, I could vaguely see that there were four strange figures in the mist.

Because the figures were wrapped in fog and very hazy, I can't describe their weirdness, but I only saw that among these four 'people', there seemed to be an unknown behemoth.

The blood mist did not stop, and when I tried to see the situation clearly, it was already swept away by the wind, and quickly floated out of the gate, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, I heard Jinghai suddenly say quietly:

"It's not bad what I thought, hey, your master has really invested a lot of money for you. It's just that, Buddha, I don't think there's something wrong here......"

"What the hell do you mean?" I've come back to my senses now, and the trembling just now should be the ghost of this old monk.

Jing Hai smiled: "The jar containing the ashes of the dead is useless in itself, what are you keeping it for?" ”

"You saw those things just now?"

"Well, I see. You don't care what it is, just know that it's easy for you to go to the 'other end' as long as you are out of your body now. ”

I wanted to ask again, but Shi Fatzi came over, looked at me defiantly and said:

"I don't know what you're doing with this urn, but I just know it's not too early. If you drag it out again, the daylily will be fucking cold. ”

I gritted my teeth, "I'm ready, what now?" ”

The fat man raised his eyebrows: "I'm asking for people, of course, I focus on other people's own affairs." ”

followed the fat man to Yue Shan's mourning hall, and as soon as he saw Feng Wansan, the fat man immediately transformed into a big-tailed wolf.

He said to Feng Wansan: "I will personally go down now to find my niece for you." However, you have to take care of this head as I said, in case there is a mistake, Yue Shan will never be able to get it back. ”

Seeing Feng Wansan nodded, he said: "All irrelevant people go out, let your subordinates hold the door, before the fifth watch tomorrow, only let out, not enter!" ”

I thought about it, turned around and whispered to Dou Dabao and Sun Lu:

"According to what we said before, as soon as I leave, you will immediately go to Jubao Villa with Bai Jing."

The two stepped forward at the same time, and Sun Lu said, "Don't leave anyone?" Will that work? ”

Dou Dabao whispered: "Otherwise, I will go with the white bone spirit and let the butcher stay to take care of you." ”

He pouted to Feng Wansan on the side, and his voice was lowered, "This turtle may not be credible, if he takes advantage of your soul, it will be a big trouble!" ”

I said, "To be honest, I don't trust him very much because I don't know him well. However, I believe in Wang Xizhen. Do as I say. ”

Dou Dabao and Sun Tuzi were still a little hesitant, and suddenly they heard Bai Jing raise their voices and ask, "What are you doing?" Isn't that a mess? ”

At the same time, Feng Wansan spoke: "Mr. Shi, what are you doing here?" ”

When I looked back, I saw Shi Fatzi standing in front of the offering table, blowing out the offering candle with his cheeks.

Dou Dabao couldn't help but say, "Fatty, are you nervous?" Do you dare to extinguish the incense in front of the spirit? ”

I am also puzzled, the reason why there is a guardian is mainly because I am afraid that the incense and candles in front of the spirit will be extinguished, and the incense in the mourning hall will be cut off, which is to cut off the blessings of the living and the dead, which is a big taboo.

However, I soon understood the fat man's intentions.

He plucked out the two candles in front of the spirit, replaced the two sealing waxes that I had just given him, and said angrily as he struck the matches:

"She's not really dead, so what does it matter if the fire is extinguished? If we can't come back, or let the ghost run into us, then the fuck won't have a place to cry! ”

I motioned to Feng Wansan to calm down, explaining that these two black candles were extraordinary, and as long as the candles were not extinguished, it would be difficult to find them.

At the beginning, Jiang Huaibo's master Li Tiezui used these two sealing waxes to escape the ghost's arrest for several years.

It can be seen that the dead fat man is not simply taking advantage of the fire to rob and want to keep the candle for himself, but has a plan in advance.

The fat man took out a few sticks of sandalwood from the sandalwood box on the offering table, looked at them, pulled out one of them, and put the rest back in its place.

He first held the incense stick in both hands, lowered his eyes and whispered for a while, then lit the incense, still holding the incense in both hands, standing in front of the spirit, and bowed in all directions.

Yue Shan was in front of the offering table at the moment, still lying on the door panel.

After the fat man finished worshipping, he turned around suddenly, pinched her jaw with his left hand, pinched the incense with his injured right hand, and inserted the incense into Yue Shan's mouth with some trembling.

"It's the incense of the guide." I pulled Wang Xizhen, pointed to the incense and said to him: "Remember the smell of this incense, when we get down, if we get separated, you will immediately follow the fragrance and go back, and when you see the incense, come back immediately, don't have any hesitation." ”

With that, I tapped him on the shoulder, "It's time to go." ”

As soon as the fat man stood up to guide the incense, he immediately dragged a kneeling futon to the corner, facing the corner of the wall, sitting on it with his hands and knees, bowing his head, and no longer moving.

Wang Xizhen got my instructions, looked left and right, walked to Feng Wansan's side, and patted him on the shoulder first, "Third brother, take care of this side, wait for me to come back." ”

After speaking, he was lying flat on the ground next to Feng Wansan, with one hand on his abdomen, and the other hand flat, covering his eyes, and then stopped moving.

"I'll leave this matter to you."

I said to Dou Dabao and Sun Tuzi, look left and right, there is really no other suitable place in this house.

Simply gritted his teeth, walked to the middle, lowered his eyelids, and while silently reciting the mantra, his right hand was raised suddenly, and he quickly slapped his shoulders and the top of his head.

Immediately after, he uncovered the mourning quilt covering Yue Shan's body and lay down beside her.