"Fellow Daoist, can you take away the talisman paper first, the souls of the dead may not be able to bear the dao energy contained in your talisman paper, and I am afraid that the ghost energy will be damaged after a long time." Xu Hang glanced at Xiang Que and pasted the talisman paper The lonely ghost suddenly begged to talk to him.
Xiang Que raised his eyebrows and said, "Humans and ghosts have different ways, is it appropriate for you to do this?"
Xiang Que was pretty good at taking these lonely ghosts away. According to his temper, if he hadn't been surprised that the whole village was possessed by ghosts, he might have taken them away long ago.
Xu Hang's expression fluctuated, and he continued: "These lonely and wild ghosts are also quite pitiful. They can't be reincarnated and have nowhere to settle down. They can only stay in the ancestral land and wander forever. You just let them go by making a good relationship." let's go"
Xiang Que frowned and said, "What's going on? I've seen these lonely ghosts. They don't seem to be evildoers with a lot of resentment. How could they not be able to go to the underworld to be reincarnated?"
"This is a bit of a long story, and I also heard it from the last Yin Division on this earth"
Maro Village has a long history. It is said that people took root here in the Song Dynasty for a living. Later, the population gradually increased in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and there were more than a hundred households. The villagers of Maro Village have grown up for generations Puxian Opera makes a living, and the whole village, men, women and children can basically sing a few lines of Puxian Opera, especially those villagers with high talents and good voices, they form a troupe to sing Puxian Opera.
Decades ago, the troupe in Maruo Village was quite famous in southern Fujian. At that time, there were about forty people in the troupe, and they sang operas all the year round in southern Fujian. However, the troupe ended in a few years.
During the war that year, the theater troupe of Maruo Village did not expect to encounter devils when they were making a living outside. The entire troupe of forty-six people, all the males, were slaughtered to death. died.
At that time, all forty-six members of the theater troupe were buried together, and the devils poured oil on them and burned them all. Unexpectedly, the place where the theater troupe was buried was a battlefield. In the first confrontation, the two armies fought against each other and many people died. The evil spirit here was very heavy. After the troupe was buried in the corpse and burned, the souls of the dead were trapped by the evil spirit and could not get out. They missed their reincarnation. The chance of reincarnation, after the liberation, the evil spirit gradually disappeared, and the souls of the theater troupe escaped and had nowhere to rest and could only return to their ancestral homeland.
"After these lonely ghosts returned to Maro Village, they wandered around the village at night because they missed their families. It happened that a Mr. Yin Yang in Maro Village found these ghosts. Among them were his father and elder brother. Mr. Yin Yang then called all the villagers together and told them about the incident. Unexpectedly, those villagers were not afraid, because the forty-six dead souls were all relatives of these villagers, including father and son. Mothers and daughters, brothers, husbands and wives and grandparents.¡± Xu Hang sighed again, turned to look at those lonely ghosts and said, ¡°The villagers didn¡¯t know when those forty-six people died. Seeing that there was a separation between man and nature, the villagers were very sad, so someone asked Mr. Yin Yang if he could keep these dead souls. Unexpectedly, this proposal was supported by the whole village. Since then, these lonely ghosts They stayed in Maruo Village, and passed it down from generation to generation, and the villagers have become accustomed to it. Later, some villagers who died did not go to the underworld to reincarnate, and they also stayed. Over time, there are more than a hundred lonely ghosts here. counted"
After Xu Hang finished speaking, both Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen fell silent. He waved away the talisman papers and said in a low voice, "You said that there is a record in the underworld, and it was Yan Luo who personally allowed it? How could the king of hell let so many dead souls live in the yang world? Let alone three or five, the number is over a hundred, how can the King of Hades be so magnanimous?"
Xu Hang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not too sure about this, that's what the previous Yin Division told me."
"Where is the former Yin Division from?"
"Here, it's from Maruo Village, the Mr. Yin Yang I mentioned earlier"
"I thought it was the underworld messenger who told you." Xiang Que frowned and said, "Why do I feel that this underworld is doing favoritism and perverting the law, deliberately letting these lonely ghosts stay in the village with the villagers, He may be out of good intentions, wanting to reunite those who died in vain in the troupe with their families, but in fact, it should have nothing to do with Yan Wang's permission."
Xu Hang was surprised for a moment, and said speechlessly: "He has such courage?"
"Do you know what it means to be unpredictable? There is a saying in the Northeast that people are as bold as they are rich. No one can understand the human heart. You may be confused by his identity as the underworld."
Xu Hang licked his lips and said with a dry smile, "Maybe it's because he's too young and inexperienced."
"I'll go, then what is your identity as a Yin?He came here." Xiang Que was a little dazed, he and Cao Qingdao got the identity of Yin Division, and that was the uncle who personally asked Yin Shuai to ask for it. It seemed that there were some exchange conditions at that time, but Yin Shuai was still the boss. I am willing.
Xu Hang scratched his head in embarrassment, and said: "I inherited this, my father is the Yin Division, and I am from the Southern Taoist sect of Wuyi Mountain, and there is no Yin Division here, so I just took over."
"The second generation of officials inherits the father's business, and the second generation of rich inherits the family property, so you are the second generation of Yin."
"Correct answer, correct answer," Xu Hang said, nodding his head.
"Do the villagers here recognize you?" Xiang Que asked.
Xu Hang shook his head and said: "I don't know, I have never had direct contact with them. I am only responsible for checking whether the dead souls here have any intention of harming others. If not, I don't care too much."
"Son, you've been fooled." Xiang Que patted him on the shoulder speechlessly, and said, "Wait a minute, after the ghosts leave at dawn tomorrow, let's ask the villagers here and see Let¡¯s see if the villagers here are really willing to get along with these dead souls, or are they forced to do nothing.¡±
"What if these villagers don't want to get along with these dead souls?" Xu Hang asked.
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and looked at him with an idiotic look and said, "Just send them to reincarnation."
"If I could be reincarnated, the souls of the dead wouldn't be lingering here for decades."
"Isn't that because I haven't been here?" Xiang Que said proudly, narrowing his eyes.
That night, Xiang Que, Wang Xuanzhen and Yang Fei'er returned to Wang Jinbo's house, then went to the room on the second floor and waited for dawn as if nothing had happened.
At around three o'clock in the morning, when the sound of cock crowing sounded, there was movement outside the yard. Wang Jinbo and his wife came back with stiff limbs being held by ghosts.
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