The first seven?

I was stunned.

Is Jinghai dead?

My brain was confused, I said a few words to Wang Xizhen, hung up the phone, and hurriedly dialed the number that Jinghai had called me earlier.

"Sorry, the number you made is empty......"

Seeing that I was stunned, Dou Dabao asked me what was wrong.

Hearing me say that Jinghai is dead, Dou Dabao widened his eyes and opened his mouth.

Even though he didn't say anything, I could tell that he was trying to say 'you fart'.

The truth is that old ruffian...... The old monk is still with us, laughing and scolding, and the appearance of unscrupulous means for self-interest is so real. How could he be dead, and he had been dead for almost seven days?

I told Dou Dabao what Wang Xizhen said, but Dou Dabao still looked incredulous, "It is said that good people do not live long, and they will be harmed for 10,000 years." What do I think of that old bald donkey, he is a thousand-year-old king......"

I glared at him, and he quickly shut up, and after a while, asked me what I should do now, the blind man and that Qi Shan, but they were still counting on the old monk.

I asked, "Do you think I'm ruthless and aggressive enough?" ”

Dou Dabao shrugged his eyebrows, looking like he wanted to laugh, but in the end he said very seriously: "I can only say that as an ordinary person, you are calmer than me and more decisive than the blind, as for being ruthless and aggressive, I don't think it has anything to do with you." ”

His eyes rolled suddenly, rubbed his chin and said, "Listening to your question, why do I still think that the old bald man didn't hold back his fart?" ”

I nodded, picked up my phone, and called Gao Zhan first. Then, I called Sun Lu another one.

hung up the phone and said to Dou Dabao that the two puppies had just been born, and it was difficult to support them by people alone. It just so happened that Sun Tuzi was at home, so we went over to ask him for help and buried the dog corpse in the trunk by the way.

Dou Dabao nodded and said, by the way, he prepared a big gift for Jinghai Lao Ya.

……

The next day, I returned to Pinggu and went home first, and at five o'clock in the evening, Dou Dabao and I came to Nanguan Street.

When I arrived at Wang Xizhen's house, it didn't look like anything from the outside, but as soon as we entered the courtyard gate, Dou Dabao and I were stunned.

On both sides of the main house until the entrance of the courtyard, two rows of white paper lanterns were hung, and under the lanterns there were two rows of three-tiered candlesticks, and the candle tears had almost pasted the iron candlesticks. The glow of lanterns and hundreds of candles illuminate the courtyard as if it were daytime.

In the main room, there is a black gauze and white tent, in addition to the black and white photos of the incense and candles on the table, there is also a vermilion coffin parked in front of the table!

Dou Dabao couldn't help but gasp, and whispered to me: Wang Xizhen is really enough, looking at it like this, he actually sent Jinghai as his father.

I also think it's incredible, although Wang Xizhen is a devout disciple of Jinghai, he doesn't have the reason to set up a mourning hall for outsiders in his main house. Moreover, the body of the deceased will be stopped for seven days...... This is already the most elaborate send.

Seeing Wang Xizhen in person, Dou Dabao and I were even more surprised.

He is actually dressed up in white, completely dressed as a filial son!

Wang Xizhen seemed to see my surprise, sighed and said, Jinghai is the same as me, he is kind to him, Jinghai is alone, and he should send it for Jinghai.

All I could do was nod. Although I don't know what Wang Xizhen means by kindness, but seeing that he looks haggard, it is obvious that he has not rested much these days, and it seems that he is indeed sincere to see off Jinghai.

Entering the mourning hall, Dou Dabao and I looked at the coffin together, and then looked at each other, with indescribably strange expressions.

Before the coffin was covered, Jing Hai's eyes were naturally closed, and he was lying straight inside.

Brown fur coat, black leather pants, large leather boots......

The old monk was wearing the same outfit that Dou Dabao and I saw in Shilidian yesterday!

Wang Xizhen said with a dry smile:

"That day, Master Jinghai suddenly said that he wanted to go to the city. This outfit ...... He chose it himself, and he changed it in the store. On the way back, he told me that his end was near. I was instructed to wear this without wearing a monk's robe or changing his shroud after the old man left. I thought he had drunk too much that day, but I didn't expect to find him early the next morning......"

When we talked on the phone, I had already heard Wang Xizhen talk about Jinghai's condition. As soon as he fell asleep, he didn't wake up again, and the old monk was at the end of his life.

But why did he change his outfit like this?

Could it be that the old girl is tired of being a monk and wants to be an old boy in the next life?

Wang Xizhen suddenly pulled me to the side and whispered to me: "At that time, the master also explained two things, which I think is a little strange. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I was willing to send it for him, but he said that he didn't want me to burn paper for him, but only asked me to burn a mobile phone and 200 yuan for him on the sixth night after his death."

My brain jumped: "Are the phones and money real or fake?" ”

"It's all true." Wang Xizhen subconsciously glanced at the coffin, "The phone is new, and it hasn't been opened." ”

If I didn't open the package, that is, I didn't install the card, but I talked to Jinghai twice through an empty number......

Also, two hundred......

I remember that in the roast chicken shop, Jinghai used to pay for two red hairs......

"What else did he tell you?" I asked.

Wang Xizhen stared at me for a while, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "He asked me to call you yesterday and ask you to come over on the night of his soul return no matter what." And, stay here until dawn.

I don't know why he wanted me to do this, but the master was just as kind to me. Whatever he wants me to do, I will do it if I can do it. Except, you want me to die. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Xizhen's eyes suddenly and quickly rolled back and forth, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and gently pinched the back of my hand with his left hand.

He took a step back and nodded to me: "Let's put incense on the master first." ”

I stared at him for a moment, then finally nodded, patted him on the arm, turned around and walked to the offering table, and offered incense to Dou Dabao one after another.

After finishing the matter, Dou Dabao pulled me out of the mourning hall and asked in a low voice, "Do you think the old monk is really dead or faked?" ”

"It's a real death."

"Then let's ......"

I interrupted him and gave him a wink: "Stay here until dawn." ”

said that it was a mourning hall, maybe Wang Xizhen had no one to inform, so except for himself and the two subordinates who helped, no one came to worship.

At ten o'clock, Wang Xizhen simply let his subordinates go.

He turned around and motioned for me to follow him into the next room.

As soon as I buried one leg in the door, he suddenly stopped in front of me, and said in a low and fast voice, "Go quickly, if you don't leave, it's too late!" ”

As he said this, he seemed to be inadvertent, and his left hand stepped back and gave me a quick tap on the back of my hand.

I must admit that I have never had a good impression of Wang Xizhen, thinking that he is just a mercenary businessman with a complicated background and does not follow the right path.

However, this time, my impression of him changed dramatically.

I looked left and right and pushed him behind his back:

"Thanks for the reminder, though, it's too late."