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Zhao Ye was thinking about where he should go now.

Liushi School of Finance and Economics is definitely not allowed.

In fact, Liushi School of Finance and Economics is a top-ranked financial university in China, and the Zhao family probably took a lot of effort to get him in, but after thinking about it, they know that they did this not because their conscience found that they wanted to To compensate Zhao Ye was just to send Zhao Ye far away, and to add another brick to the good reputation of treating his brother's orphans well. After all, Zhao Ye was "bad" to this extent, and they still did not give up on him.

It is conceivable that if Zhao Ye really went to Liushi School of Finance and Economics, what awaited him would definitely be another hell.

It is even more impossible to go back to Zhao's house, that is asking for death.

After all, he has just come back, and from all aspects, it is impossible to fight against the Zhao family. On the contrary, it is still easy for the Zhao family to crush him to death now.

This is a fact, so Zhao Ye is very calm.

His adoptive father left him a small house, but it was demolished long before he was brought back to the capital by Aunt Zhao.

So all of a sudden, Zhao Ye had nowhere to go.

Most importantly, he has no money!

As the saying goes, a penny is hard for a hero, Zhao Ye suddenly felt a little emotional.

Because the last time he was worried about money was five or six thousand years ago.

At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

Zhao Ye couldn't help speeding up his pace, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain.

As a result, as soon as he turned a corner, he bumped into a pile of paperwork and a set up coffin pole.

Further on, in front of the low one-story house, stood a tall and luxurious coffin. There were more than a dozen people with white cloths tied on their heads or arms gathered on the road outside the coffin.

Obviously, someone from this family is going to a funeral today.

At this moment, there was a bang, and heavy rain poured down.

The scene became chaotic in an instant, and the dozen or so people on the road were flying like cats and dogs, but they didn't hide in the spacious coffin shed next to them, but ran under the eaves of the opposite house just like Zhao Ye.

The dark clouds over the coffin seemed to be particularly thick.

Zhao Ye moved his eyes down. In the coffin shed, there was a coffin with seven iron nails on the coffin lid. One was big and the other was small, and it was placed on two benches.

He looked away and asked the aunt next to him: "Auntie, it's almost noon, why hasn't the coffin been out yet?"

According to the customs of China, on the day of the funeral, the coffins usually go out at eight or nine in the morning, arrive at the cemetery around ten o'clock, and noon is the time for the host's banquet.

This aunt is probably a chatterbox, and she has nothing to say in her heart. When Zhao Ye asked this, she didn't care who Zhao Ye was, and she immediately said: "This family is named Liu. There are three brothers and sisters in total, two brothers. A younger sister, the one who will be funeral today is his younger sister, who died in a car accident six days ago. I heard that the driver who caused the accident paid 60 million yuan in compensation. However, her family is not very particular..."

The younger sister's bones were not yet cold, and the elder brother started a quarrel in the mourning hall, saying that his family's conditions were the worst and that he should take the bulk of the compensation, and that the uncle was not drunk yet, so he showed off, saying that he was going to die next month. Taking the share of the compensation as a dowry to see a new daughter-in-law, the two of them did not know how many jokes they had.

But these things, the aunt didn't plan to tell Zhao Ye, after all, they were relatives, watching the fun was watching the fun, and the family ugliness should not be publicized.

"No, I'm so angry with my little sister—" The aunt only dared to point vaguely at the coffin in the mourning hall, and at the same time lowered her voice: "When I built her coffin in the morning, the coffin couldn't be nailed in halfway through. I have used the electric drill, but it still doesn’t work.”

When such a weird thing happened, the timid ones rushed away on the spot, leaving only those who had a little relationship with them still persisting, but they didn't dare to go even half a step closer to the mourning hall.

Hearing this, Zhao Ye frowned.

As soon as I said that I had no money, the money came to my door by myself.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Zhao Ye found a short, fat old man with a white beard still standing in the mourning hall.

The aunt continued: "The Liu family was also scared, so they quickly called Taoist Master Lingzhen to invite him back from the county, and now they are waiting for his little apprentice to bring his stuff."

As she spoke, she poked her head out and looked towards the end of the road: "calculate the time, it should be here now."

At the same time, she did not forget to explain to Zhao Ye: "There is a Qingchuan Temple in our town, and Daoist Lingzhen is the master of the temple. He is a real capable..."

After Zhao Ye heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, because the duck that reached its beak flew away.

——This family invited a Taoist priest back, so it is naturally difficult for him to intervene.

Just when the aunt was enthusiastically introducing the situation of Liu's family to Zhao Ye, in the coffin shed, the skinny Old Liu's thighs were as soft as noodles. Obviously, the temperature in the coffin shed was only around [-] degrees at the moment. His forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Why haven't the things been delivered yet?"

If possible, he also wanted to hide far away like the group of relatives outside.

But who made him the younger sister's real brother? If he dared to run away, he would never want to stay in the town in the future.

He said, "Master Taoist, why don't you call again to remind me."

But no one paid him any attention.

With a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the gentle-looking Liu Er Er frowned, holding a mineral water bottle in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Daoist Lingzhen stared at the coffin in front of him, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Although he is quite famous in the neighborhood, but how he got this fame, only he knows.

In fact, he is a half-baked guy, and the reason why he was able to achieve this fame is purely because of a magic sword and a pile of talisman papers left by his master, and it is precisely because of these that he has survived until today.

After all, it's a small place, and it's unlikely that a supernatural event will happen in a year or so. In the past, Taoist Master Lingzhen dealt with the most unskilled things like children losing their souls and ghosts hitting walls.

This is the first time he has encountered a situation like today.

"With the magic weapon left by the master, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Daoist Lingzhen kept comforting himself in his heart, but even so, the uneasiness in his heart did not decrease by half, but intensified instead.

At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded outside the door: "Come, come!"

Daoist Lingzhen rushed to meet him.

Liu Laosan also instantly let go of the crushed mineral water bottle in his hand, and stood up from his seat.

"Master, give—"

The little Taoist priest looked like he was eight or nine years old, and he was wearing a Taoist robe. A red to black spot mark almost covered his entire forehead and left face, extending all the way to his neck.

Out of breath, he handed the package in his arms to Daoist Lingzhen.

"Okay, okay." As soon as the thing was in his hand, Daoist Lingzhen's heart instantly stabilized a lot.

At this time, a group of relatives of the Liu family under the eaves chattered

"You say, can the coffin nails go in this time?"

"Sure, Taoist Master Lingzhen has real skills."

"Hey, my little sister was born into the Liu family in this life, so it's bad luck for eight lifetimes!"

"That's right, there are relatives like Uncle Liu and Boss Liu."

"Fortunately, Liu Lao Er is a good guy."

"That's right, I heard that this little girl's funeral was arranged by him with his own money. He also invited the theater troupe and the waist drum team. Judging by the posture, it must have cost seven to eighty thousand!"

"I can't stop watching. The theater troupe and the waist drum team are very expensive now, and the big banquet at noon yesterday was full of big fish and meat. I think at least this amount..." The person who spoke stretched out his hand and made a sign of the cross.

"Hey, one hundred thousand, he is really willing!"

"After all, he is a college student and has seen the world. And I heard that he has been promoted again, and now he can earn 40 a year."

"No wonder I'm willing to spend so much money on my little sister's funeral. If only my boy could be half as successful as him."

Hearing this, Zhao Ye was thoughtful.

the other side.

Daoist Lingzhen opened the package, grabbed a few talisman papers, endured the pain in his heart, and pasted them on the coffin one by one.

There were not many talisman papers left by his master, and this was the last bit of his family fortune.

After finishing all this, Daoist Lingzhen turned his head to look at Boss Liu and Uncle Liu, and said angrily, "You two, hurry up and kneel down to apologize to my little sister!"

Like the relatives of the Liu family outside, he blamed boss Liu and Liu's uncle for what happened today.

"What, you want me to kneel down for my little sister?" Uncle Liu was the first one who was unwilling. In his opinion, there is no reason for the elders to kneel down for the younger ones.

Boss Liu was also reluctant in every possible way, because he didn't want to be near that coffin again.

Lingzhendao's face darkened, it was already this time, and the two of them still didn't know how to repent.

He scolded: "If it weren't for the stupid things you did, things would have turned into what they are now. Don't you kneel? Okay, then I can't take care of this matter, please ask someone else!"

After speaking, he picked up the package, turned around and left.

What Uncle Liu's family hates the most is when someone throws a face at him, and he curses: "What do you mean..." After taking money from his family, you want to put down the burden?

But before he could finish his sentence, the second brother Liu held onto Daoist Master Lingzhen and looked coldly at Boss Liu and Uncle Liu: "What? I don't think the incident is big enough, so I have to wait for my little sister to crawl out of the coffin If you settle accounts with you, you are willing to be honest, right!"

Hearing this, Boss Liu and Uncle Liu finally remembered what was going on now.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew in, and the temperature in the coffin shed instantly dropped by more than six or seven degrees. In the eyes of those with a guilty conscience, it seemed that Liu Xiaomei was venting her dissatisfaction.

Boss Liu shrank his neck suddenly, looked around like a frightened bird, his pupils were full of fear: "Kneel, why don't we kneel!"

Uncle Liu's scalp went numb, and he didn't dare to sing the opposite tune again.

Just like that, the two walked to the front of the coffin and knelt down.

"Little sister, it's all our fault, we kowtow to you to make amends!"

Although the two were unwilling, they were also afraid that Liu Xiaomei would come back to settle accounts with them, so they kowtowed to Liu Xiaomei honestly.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the two of them raised their heads and faced the photo of Liu Xiaomei's death.

In the posthumous photo, Liu Xiaomei wears heavy makeup and smiles brightly. Under the light of the flickering lights on the table, her eyes are shining, as if she is alive, and she looks more charming and charming.

The two of them already had ghosts in their hearts. Seeing this scene, they almost lost control on the spot.

The two trembled, completely frightened, and then competed to kowtow to Liu Xiaomei.

"Little sister, your lord has a lot, so forgive uncle this time!"

"Little sister, big brother is also confused by shit this time, so don't take it to heart!"

……

Seeing this scene, Daoist Lingzhen's expression brightened a little.

In his plan, the talisman affixed to the coffin was to calm Liu Xiaomei's soul, and the purpose of letting Boss Liu and Liu's uncle kneel down to confess their mistakes to Liu Xiaomei was to dispel her grievances.

He thought that as long as Liu Xiaomei's resentment could be eliminated, the matter would be resolved smoothly.

Liu Er Er looked at him and begged, "Daoist, do you see?"

Fortunately, Liu Laoer is a good one!

Daoist Lingzhen sighed in his heart, he didn't really want to let go of the burden, but he just couldn't understand the behavior of Boss Liu and Uncle Liu.

Thinking of this, Daoist Lingzhen put down the package in his hand, and his face became serious again.

"Okay, let's try again."

Grandpa bless, this time must be successful.

Master Lingzhen prayed silently in his heart.

A group of relatives outside the mourning shed stretched their necks instantly, and their hearts were pounding.

Little girl, I will burn paper money for you every Ching Ming Festival in the future, so you can go there with peace of mind.

Liu Er Er touched the coffin under his hand and said silently.

He didn't believe it at all before, but now—

Liu Lao Er suddenly clenched the hammer in his hand, aimed at a coffin nail, and hammered it down hard.

boom! boom! boom!

Sure enough, the nail was hammered in bit by bit.

There was a flash of snow in Liu Laoer's eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's nailed in."

"Sure enough, it's nailed in!"

Seeing this scene on the road outside the mourning hall, everyone was in an uproar.

In the mourning hall, the two worked together and quickly nailed all seven coffin nails in.

At this point, Taoist Lingzhen's heart was completely relieved.

He smiled and reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead: "It's okay, it's okay!"

In the sky, thunder and lightning flashed.

Under the eaves, seeing this scene, Zhao Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and touched his upper and lower lips lightly: "It's terrible!"