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"In a few hours, it will be the first seven resounding moments." Zhangjia Manor, in the villa hall in the center of the mountaintop.

Zhang Qi looked at another corpse in the hall with a dark voice.

"Send the bodies into the inner room first and prepare to pick up dad." "Brother? Are you wrong?" A middle-aged woman who looks over thirty years old, with fair skin and good care of her skin came out: "What are you talking about now? The fifth brother is dead, and the fourth brother is dead. If you don't call the police quickly, why are you talking about returning to the soul? Big brother, are you confused?" The older man beside her also echoed: "Yes, big brother, little boy, little boy,"

You are right, call the police quickly." Zhang Qi looked at the two of them, and his voice became deeper and deeper: "The first seven is the most important time, and you must not make any mistakes. No matter what, you must wait until tonight before talking. Xiaojiu, Xiaoyao, Dad loved you two the most during his lifetime. Is it appropriate for you to say this now?" The two of them were Mr. Zhang's third daughter and seventh son, respectively. They ranked ninth and tenth among brothers and sisters, and were the youngest two.

Old Master Zhang lived in his nineties. His original wife died when he was in his thirties. He then re-struck twice and gave birth to seven sons and three daughters.

The youngest one is said to be born when Mr. Zhang was in his sixties.

This old man is really strong.

Standing in the corner of the hall, I complained silently, of course I didn't dare to say it out.

The fourth son of the Zhang family jumped off the cliff before. Although Mr. Feng said he was dead, I still went to call someone. The Zhang family rushed to catch the person up with great fanfare, and it was indeed already dead.

It was the fifth in the morning and the fourth in the afternoon. Before the first seventh period of the old man Zhang could finish, his two sons had already died. The sixth son, who was suspected to have killed the fifth, has not seen it now, and I don’t know if he was locked up or something.

Zhang Qi still did not call the police, nor did he ask others to call the police.

Of course, this move has caused dissatisfaction among others.

However, only these brothers and sisters of Zhang Qi can say a few words. No one dares to say anything about the Zhang family's side and relatives who are surrounding the outside. It seems that Zhang Qi has a considerable prestige in the Zhang family.

Even so, standing in the corner next to the door, I could vaguely hear people outside whispering.

There was nothing wrong with it before, but on the first seventh day, two sons died in one day, and they all died were extremely abnormal. Although they didn't know the specific situation, these people were already a little scared.

The Zhang brothers in the hall quarreled for a few more times, but they were still suppressed by Zhang Qi.

"Anyway, let's talk about it after tonight." Zhang Qi looked at everyone, then turned to Mr. Feng, who was sitting next to me with a disguise face: "Boss Feng, I'll ask you later. The things are ready." Mr. Feng nodded without saying a word. I looked at Mr. Feng with some surprise. If the family members were worried about the first seven, they would invite people to see the spirit and attract the soul. Because when the deceased returned to the soul, the family members must avoid it. During the process of returning to the soul, even if there was a huge problem, the family members would never come out. Therefore, they could only ask outsiders to see the spirit.

But I knew before that people usually look at the spirits in our place. I didn’t expect that Mr. Feng not only carried the coffin, but also helped to see the spirits.

Zhang Qi asked someone to carry the bodies of Lao Wu and Lao Si to another villa, and then began to prepare for the soul-returning.

These preparations are basically common sense. Even without Mr. Feng, I can know that the places are similar. They are nothing more than laying wood ash on the ground, erecting soul-sucking bells at the door, and placing a can of cooked eggs in the corner of the wall to pay for Yaoshen.

If you want to say the difference, it is the difference between crossing the fairy bridge and climbing the ladder.

Some places are crossing the fairy bridge, and some places are climbing the ladder, which are different in the form, but they are all for the purpose of sending the dead on their last journey and allowing the dead to ascend to heaven.

Most of us in Luoyang cross the fairy bridge, while in Hunan, it seems to be a ladder to heaven. I saw the Zhang family move a paper staircase into the hall and place it in the middle. This is the ladder to heaven.

Of course, some people may say that they are not saying that the soul goes to the underworld to reincarnate, why are they going to heaven again?

In fact, it is said that people have three souls, namely the Heavenly Soul Earth Soul and the Life Soul. After death, the Life Soul Dissipates, and the Heavenly Soul and the Earth Soul will leave their bodies. After seven days of the bardo body, they will return to their homes until the first seventh night. The Heavenly Soul crosses the Fairy Bridge or goes up to the Heavenly Ladder to the Heavenly Ladder, while the Earth Soul returns to the body and is buried in the earthly cycle with the coffin.

In other words, during the seven days of mortal corpses, the body has no soul, and corpses or corpses are mostly transformed and defrauded.

Like the old lady in Harbin’s cat-faced face, it is said that she was killed by a cat while she was slapping her.

Of course, neither the Zhang family nor Mr. Feng would not consider this. Since I went up the mountain, let alone cats or dogs, I have not even seen a mouse. I guess I have been prepared for a long time.

It was after eleven o'clock in the middle of the year, and there was still some time when the Zhang family prepared a dinner, but neither the Zhang family nor us had much appetite. During the meal, I saw Sister Ning's mother, but I didn't see Sister Ning's father and Sister Ning himself.

Sister Ning's mother also noticed me and came up with a few polite words, which means that Sister Ning's father offended me during the day and told me not to mind. She was much more polite. I think it might be because of Mr. Feng.

After dinner, the Zhang family prepared the spiritual meal for the deceased in the hall, then turned off the lights and all went to the other two villa buildings. Outside the hall, Zhang Qi saw that everything was ready, so he turned around to greet Mr. Feng.

Zhang Qi's face was very serious: "Mr. Feng, please, I must send my dad to heaven safely." Mr. Feng was as expressionless as ever, carrying his bag, and nodded: "Since I have collected the money, I will do my best." Zhang Qi's face then eased and turned to me: "Brother Ma, please, please." I scratched my head, didn't know what to say, so I could only respond casually.

Zhang Qi turned around and left. As the eldest son, he had to avoid it. I looked at his back and felt a little moved. Although the Zhang family seemed to have some secrets, Zhang Qi seemed to be very filial. His brothers were all dead and he insisted on waiting until he sent Mr. Zhang to heaven before talking about it.

"Do you think he is very filial?" I was sighing, and Mr. Feng next to me suddenly spoke, which scared me. Will Mr. Feng be able to read his heart?

"Uh, yes, what's wrong?" I heard Mr. Feng meant, what else was there to do with it?

A trace of mocking light flashed in Mr. Feng's eyes. Without saying a word, he turned around and walked into the hall. I had to follow him, bypassed the ash on the floor of the hall, and walked from the edge to the spiritual bed behind.

Although I was a little reluctant, if Mr. Feng wanted to see the spirit, I could only follow him.

Actually, it’s okay for me to carry the coffin now. During this period, I have read a lot of contents of the coffin scriptures and have some experience. However, the coffin scriptures do not record how to read the spirit of the first seven. After all, this is not the essential category of the coffin carry the coffin.

Although Mr. Feng is the owner of a coffin shop, he unexpectedly can do everything. He can make coffins and carry coffins, and also make paper wreaths. Now he still looks good. No wonder Diao Laojin said before that Mr. Feng and I were asked to learn well. There are indeed a lot of things that can be learned by Mr. Feng.

It's only eight o'clock now, and there are more than three hours left before midnight. I was waiting in the hall with Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng sat on the side and closed his eyes to rest, while I was thinking about it. The hall was silent, and only the cicadas were crying from outside. When I was thinking about it, time passed minute by minute.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mr. Feng suddenly opened his eyes: “Here is here!” I, who was already drowsy, was refreshed and heard the soul-sucking bell hanging outside, ringing.

I widened my eyes and stared at the ground covered with a layer of wood ash. Mr. Feng shouted softly, "Don't look!" I quickly turned my head and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Feng, are you here?" But when Mr. Feng's expression became solemn, he saw that he became solemn.
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