Entertainment: Let You Do A Side Job And Set Up A Stall To Tell Fortunes?

As everyone left the police station, the live broadcast room was opened again.

In an instant, nearly a million spectators poured in.

"It's finally airing again. If it doesn't go on air again, I'll think that Yang Lin is going to be caught by the way."

"If you are caught, this show should be called jail time, brother."

"Are you already in the car? Where are you going next?"

"Is this matter over here? Will Yang Lin help others find the murderer?"

"Just leave professional matters to professionals. Yang Lin is just an artist."

"It stands to reason that they are quite unlucky today. They encountered a murder just after leaving work. They should find a place to go to get rid of their bad luck."

"Too..."

Just before the audience in the live broadcast room finished speaking, a unique building appeared in the camera.

Not only does it look antique, but more importantly, there is a large chimney in the center of the building that is constantly emitting thick smoke.

"Huh? Where is this place? It looks quite unique."

"Yes, is it some kind of tourist attraction? I must check it out next time I have a chance to go to Jinghai."

"Why is there still smoke coming out? What are you burning?"

"Can anyone from Jinghai tell me where this is?"

"Zhuo! Isn't this road Huangquan Road? Is the one in front..."

"Huangquan Road? This is a very unique name."

"Uncle Chichi, this road is the road leading to the Jinghai City Funeral Home. Its original name was Huangquan Road. The building in front is the Jinghai City Funeral Home."

"As for the smoke you said was coming from there, forget it and I won't talk about it. You can experience it yourself."

.....

As several locals told the truth, the faces of the viewers in the live broadcast room turned pale with fear.

And at this moment, the program team's car turned another corner.

Suddenly a gate appeared in front of them. Directly in front of the gate were clearly written several large gilded characters.

Jinghai City Funeral Home.

No one expected that the program crew would actually come to the funeral parlor.

While they were surprised, they couldn't help but have a doubt in their hearts as to what they were doing at the funeral parlor.

But this question was quickly answered.

After Yang Lin got out of the car, he immediately led Xu Changgeng to a farewell hall in the funeral home.

Xu Changshou, who had passed away before, was lying quietly on the farewell stage.

After a brief farewell ceremony, he will be pushed to the cremation room.

When the audience saw Xu Changshou lying on the farewell stage, they finally understood why Yang Lin took them to the funeral parlor.

"This is too fast, isn't it? If there is nothing in the morning, will it be sparkled in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, it's too sudden."

"My gut tells me again that there is a conspiracy here."

"So what if there is a conspiracy? As a direct family member of the deceased, there is nothing we can do if we agree to cremate other people."

"Yesterday I was a very good person, why am I lying here today? This is life."

"So is it true that fate cannot be changed?"

"It's better not to ask Yang Lin for fortune telling in the future. Knowing your destiny but having no way to change it is more painful than not knowing."

"That's right, it's better to live in ignorance for the rest of your life."

...

Just when everyone was filled with emotion, Yang Lin walked straight towards Xu Changshou's body.

After taking a look, he immediately turned around and walked towards the spiritual platform aside.

The next second, under everyone's doubtful gaze, Yang Lin directly placed the spiritual altar next to Xu Changshou.

Then while burning incense, he picked up a writing brush from the table.

As the pen tip moved across the paper, a notification document soon appeared on the paper.

At this point, everyone still didn't quite understand what Yang Lin was going to do.

Until Yang Lin casually picked up the wooden fish on the table next to him, and while banging the wooden fish in his hand, he began to chant continuously.

"Today is the longevity of the eldest son of Xu in Bashu. He was born on the day of Bingyin in the Gengwu month of Jisi, and he sent a message to Lu Yinzhao to testify."

"I embody the supreme virtue of loving life, extend my compassion, and use the power of Taoism to guide the way, save all living beings, and escape from all hells..."

As the wooden fish continued to ring, the content of the chant also changed several times.

"At that time, the Suffering God, the Lord of Suffering, filled the realms of the ten directions. He always used his majestic power to rescue all living beings, and they were freed from the lost path. All living beings were unaware, just like seeing the sun and the moon blindly..."

Listening to the scriptures chanted by Yang Lin, the atmosphere in the farewell hall instantly became solemn and solemn.

At this time, everyone also vaguely knew what Yang Lin was doing.

"No wonder, he is giving Xu Changshou a transcendent rebirth."

"As expected of being employed with a certificate, the process is very professional."

"Okay, I discovered a new skill in Yang Lin. He can actually take over religious services. It seems that he took on a lot of work when he was on the mountain."

"What kind of underworld skill is this?"

"Not only can he save people, but he can also send them away. Taoism is truly fraternal."

"It felt a bit spooky at first, but after Yang Lin's operation, it suddenly didn't seem so scary anymore."

"Originally, death is like a lamp going out. What's so scary? What's scary is the living."

"RIP the deceased."

...

While everyone was immersed in Yang Lin's scriptures, Yang Lin also circled Xu Changshou's body nine times.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of everyone, a strand of long hair was cut off from Xu Changshou's body and thrown into the paper burning furnace nearby.

"Today, the Xu family's longevity, body, and death karma will be eliminated, and the three calamities of heaven, earth, and people will be experienced."

"I will give you a new name and eternal life."

"Xu Changsheng!"

"Xu Changsheng!"

"Xu Changsheng!"

After calling Xu Changshou three times in succession, Yang Lin suddenly picked up the Sanqing Bell on the table and shook it in his ear.

As the crisp copper bell rang in the farewell hall, Xu Changshou, who was lying motionless on the farewell stage, suddenly sat up in the next second.

Such a scene frightened everyone in the hall on the spot.

Xu Changgeng, Xu Changgeng's younger brother, was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.

Just when he looked up at Xu Changshou's body, Xu Changshou suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, Xu Changgeng was so frightened that he screamed.

"Brother! Brother, don't blame me. I didn't mean to kill you."

"It's my mother. It's my mother who asked me to kill you."

"If you don't die, the Xu family's business will have nothing to do with us. If you want revenge, go find the Neon Country killer, my mother, not me!"

With that said, he hurriedly escaped from the farewell hall.

After he left, everyone in the live broadcast room finally reacted.

Looking at Xu Changshou who suddenly pretended to be dead, and then looking at Yang Lin with a smile on his face, they felt that they understood something in an instant.

"Damn it, it's a scam, it's a scam."

"What a fake corpse, it was Yang Lin who saved him."

"Save this shit, haven't you figured it out yet? He wasn't dead in the first place."

"Not dead? So what's this whole thing about?"

Just as everyone was talking in the live broadcast room, Xu Changshou, who had just committed suicide, suddenly looked at Yang Lin aside.

The following conversation between the two made everyone fully understand what had just happened.