After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

Generally, when funerals are held, not many people will come to condolences to a stranger in the face of bad luck. If you are willing to come, the more the better.

Si Yan, who was standing guard at the gate of Pei's residence, let the two of them in without even asking.

In the huge hall, a group of monks wearing high-level Buddhist robes were orderly surrounding the golden nanmu coffin and doing ritual rituals.

Fortunately, Fu Xuan has a physical body to protect him, otherwise he would not be able to withstand these profound scriptures with his magic power.

The spirit card of the deceased was placed in the middle of the table, with the words "The Spirit of My Daughter Pei Man" neatly engraved on it in small italics.

According to common sense, if a person passes away, there will be a strange smell around the body, which is called "corpse smell" by mortals.But this room is filled with the scent of sandalwood, and there is no ghost at all.

Fu Xuan looked at the open coffin, and calmly told the truth: "There is a living person lying inside."

Cui Yan realized that after last night, Fu Xuan became extremely indifferent to him, and the first sentence he spoke was about other people, so he felt a little upset.

Fu Xuan didn't care about his emotions, and went on to analyze: "Usually funerals are held for centenarians. To hold funerals at Pei Man's age is because Dunxin will be decapitated, so he did it in advance. Good funeral, please have a peaceful home.”

There were more than a dozen tables set up today, but there were only a handful of people who came to express their condolences, and it was only through patchwork that there were enough tables for people to eat.

The two sat on the same bench, but there was a big gap between them. Fu Xuan's buttocks were hanging outside, and when picking up food, he only picked up the food from his side, because he didn't want to have any more intimacy with Cui Yan. touch.

Cui Yan took a piece of fish and put it in his bowl, "Ah Xuan, eat more fish."

Cui Yan never bothered to do these considerate and meticulous things before, but now he even pretends to please himself.

Fu Xuan paused in his heart, always reminding that men's kindness to him is not true, he is just in the light of sandalwood cutting, don't be deceived by lard anymore, and feel sorry for this kind of heartless love. People ruin their own samsara.

He didn't even look at the fish in the bowl, but said sarcastically with a cold face: "No matter how much you eat, you won't get milk, not to mention I don't like fish bones stuck in my throat."

"" Cui Yan couldn't hold back, he knew that Fu Xuan was angry with him, and when he came back to the world, he clearly saw him eating fish and eating fish.

What should I do if my daughter-in-law is angry?Cui Yan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

The aunt sitting next to her pinched the orchid finger, covered her mouth and smiled lightly, and said to Fu Xuan with a look of disbelief: "It's hard to find such a good man with a lantern. Don't be so petty, little man, you have to know how to do it." Cherish it for a long time."

What the aunt said about "cherishing" is true, but cherishing does not mean turning a blind eye, and the person Cui Yan wants to last is not herself.

Fu Xuan gritted his teeth, and there was nowhere to express the grievances accumulated in his heart. Everyone seemed to be on his side. He picked up the piece of fish with thorns in his hands, stuffed it into his mouth angrily, and swallowed it whole.

Strictly speaking, ghosts will not bleed from being scratched by fishbone, but ghosts can also feel pain.

Cui Yan happily thought that Fu Xuan's willingness to eat the food he picked up meant that he was willing to forgive himself, and suddenly he clenched his fists, and the iron man tenderly expressed his gratitude to the aunt politely.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

As Fu Xuan said, the fishbone was stuck in the throat and it was extremely uncomfortable.He frowned and got up, and told Cui Yan that he was going to the kitchen to find vinegar.

Although it was Pei Man's funeral, Pei Mo didn't show up for a long time, so he could go to find out about Pei Mo in the name of looking for the kitchen.

Fu Xuan looked at Cui Yan who was about to straddle his legs, reached out and pressed his shoulder, and forced a smile: "Don't follow me, take care of Pei Man for me."

Cui Yan tugged at Fu Xuan worriedly, and whispered in his ear: "Ah Xuan, there is a vague aura of a demon here. If you encounter danger, you must wait for me to deal with it. Don't get hurt for irrelevant people."

This is probably the so-called interdependence of fortune and misfortune. If it wasn't for the fact that the devil energy in his body could interact with the devil energy, he wouldn't be able to perceive the abnormality of the Xue family so easily.

The way they are now sticking together really makes people daydream, Fu Xuan hastily opened Cui Yan's chest, breathing disorderly: "I will."

The inner house of Xue's mansion is very large and there are many rooms, so Fu Xuan can only search for people from room to room.

Fu Xuan no longer remembered how many doors he opened, but they were all empty.

Just when he wanted to try his luck on the west side, he bumped into a monk with profound morality.

He took a closer look, isn't this person the one who just performed the ritual in the main hall?

The monk held a dust whisk in his hand, and stood there in a spirited and fairy-like manner, followed by several handsome little Taoist priests.

"You don't have eyes, don't you? You can't be polite when you see my master." The little Taoist walked forward arrogantly, grabbed the front of Fu Xuan's clothes, and clenched his fist with the other hand towards Fu Xuan. Xuan's cheek waved away.

Shen Linyang sternly shouted: "Minhang, don't be rude!" He quickly dragged back the little Taoist priest who was about to beat someone up. The little Taoist priest groaned profusely, but luckily he was stopped by the other little Taoist priests.

"Sorry, I was rude." Fu Xuan cupped his hands, he didn't want to attract the attention of others, and he didn't want the group of people to discover his true identity.

Shen Linyang freed his right hand and performed the highest forehead-supporting ceremony of the Shangqing sect to Fu Xuan: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."

Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun is a unique blessing of the Shangqing School.

The little Taoist priest was stunned by this scene. Their sect masters were always high-minded, and they would not squint their eyes, yet they would pay such respects to a stranger.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun." They didn't dare to chew their tongues, and rushed to salute Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan replied embarrassingly one by one, probably because ghosts are inherently afraid of this kind of decency, and he just wants to pretend to be a transparent person at the moment.

"Excuse me." He turned sideways to pass through the crowded aisle.

Shen Lin Yang said: "Little friend, please stop. Meeting is a fate. Shen wants to send a word to my little friend, so I have the right to apologize for my disciple."

The little Taoist priests were stunned and envious. You must know that their masters seldom give words to others, because Shen Linyang was born with the eyes of the sky, and he can predict fortune and misfortune.Among all the brothers and sisters, the senior brother is the only one who has been taught by Shen Linyang.

Looking at the resentful gazes in all directions, Fu Xuan felt uncomfortable all over, coughed a few times, and the thorn stuck in his throat deepened.

He respectfully said: "Teacher, please speak."

"Unlock the old shackles of the past, and you will know who I am today." Shen Linyang confessed frankly.

After he finished speaking, he walked past Fu Xuan with a humble tone: "Minhang, is it itchy after three days of not beating?"

The little Taoist said jealously: "Master, none of us got your truth, but you gave it to an outsider for nothing."

The rest of the people also responded enthusiastically, and there were endless voices of vying for favor, "That's right, Master is partial."

Shen Linyang's heart was like a mirror, he swung his fly whisk, and hit the little Taoist priests' legs with a 'slap', "You guys are not ready yet, so it's useless to talk about it."

Fu Xuan looked at the back of the monk going away, he just took it as a joke like panacea, and didn't take his words to heart.

Right now, he has dug and swept the entire east side, so Pei Mo is most likely in the west wing.

There are not many servants in the mansion, so Fu Xuan groped over without deliberately avoiding them. His eyes were attracted by a room with an unclosed wooden door.

Fu Xuan leaned into the door lightly, and peeped into the room through a crack.

His heart pumped deeply, and he squatted on the ground inside. The middle-aged man with gray hair was his elder brother Pei.

Brother Pei is not a few years older than little Ah Shui, he can afford such a big house, and his family wealth is a hundred times better than that of little Ah Shui, why does he look so old, like a withered flower in autumn, his earthy face can't hold a few taels Meat, looking sickly and lifeless.

"It's all retribution, all of this is my fault, but there is a debt and a debt, why did you take my little girl away?"

Pei Mo coughed up blood, and the blood splashed on the plain white paper, and slowly fainted around.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing out the ever-burning lamp on the desk.

He looked at the lamp oil on the lamp that was about to run out, and sighed: "I haven't closed my eyes yet, these people have started to deal with things, and they don't even bother to add lamp oil."

Pei Mo's legs were numb from squatting, because he had been hungry all day because of Pei Man's affairs, and even standing up seemed extremely strenuous.

With a 'plop', Pei Mo fell limply to the ground, his forehead hit the corner of the desk, and he became temporarily blind.

He yelled twice with a rough voice, but no one responded.

Thinking about it, the funeral for Pei Man was being held in the main hall, so no one would notice it.

Fu Xuan hesitated for a moment, then went straight to Pei Mo, pretending to meet him for the first time, and asked calmly, "Master, do you need help?"

Hearing this voice, it should not be from the mansion, but probably a guest who came to dinner. Although I don't know how this person wandered to the west wing, Pei Mo urgently needs this person's help now.

He blindly grabbed Fu Xuan's arm, "It's troublesome."

Fu Xuan helped him to sit on the huanghuali chair, his heart was already turning a lot for a while, and many words came to his heart.

If it hadn't been for his early death, Pei Mo and Xiao Ah Shui would not have broken up. Maybe they could still be the same as they were back then, playing together happily, even at the age of grandfathers, they would still compete for splendor and smear. Comparing who is more delicate, I think that scene must be extremely happy.

Pei Mo's sight gradually became clearer, and he also saw the man who helped him. He had never seen this face in his memory, but the unreasonable intimacy in his heart couldn't be faked. Attributed to being too lonely.