After I faked my death, the magician went crazy

Today is the last day agreed by Daoist Xu Ming and everyone in the town to find out the real culprit.

Early in the morning, the farmer with high cheekbones and a square face pushed a cartful of vegetables and waited at the door of Zi Mansion, and there were several vendors selling wonton stalls and candied haws next to him.

Today, it's a big show, there must be a lot of people around this mansion, they plan to make a good fortune here, no matter what the truth is in the end, just don't hinder them from making money anyway.

However, they squatted at the door for almost an hour, but they did not see Daoist Xu Ming or the young master of the Zi Mansion coming out to confront the crowd. Instead, two large wooden doors were pushed open with a gap of one person's width. Two young servants came out, and they hung the white lanterns in their hands to the highest point with bamboo poles.

The vendor selling candied haws said: "Eh? That's weird. In our town, this kind of white lanterns are always hung when there are family affairs. Could this Zifu be the one who had a stroke a few days ago?" Is Master Zhou dead?"

After a burst of noisy footsteps, the farmer stopped a boy who was about to go in and said, "Hey, let me tell you, you Zifu and that Daoist Xu Ming, why don't you talk too much? Today is the last day of the appointment." , the eldest young master of your family, it’s fine if you don’t show up, that Daoist Xu Ming, why is he still hiding? If you can’t catch the murderer, are you going to be a coward? Haha.”

The young man held up the bamboo pole and did not back down. According to the old steward's instructions, he said: "Everyone, take a rest. Not to mention that today's deadline has not yet been met, and besides, can't you see it with your eyes? Our Zi Mansion Now that something is going on, I'm busy now, the house is in chaos, and I'm in a hurry to go to the funeral today."

ah?Everyone peeped through the crack of the door, and sure enough, crowds of people in a hurry cried together, and even the wonton vendor couldn't help saying: "No, it's not only the unmarried ladies and young masters who died in vain that will go to the funeral that day. ?"

There is an unwritten rule in Tai'an Township that if an unmarried young man or woman dies unexpectedly in the family, it is considered a serious crime and must be buried on the same day, and cannot be buried in the family's ancestral grave.

The boy sighed: "Oh, that's right, it's our eldest lady, Ziying is gone."

ah?Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, amazed again, the wonton vendor threw away the spoons in his hands, and leaned in front of the boy for fear of missing any news.

"Our eldest lady, the patient passed away last night, and now I am rushing to do white things. Let's talk about other things later." The boy closed the door heavily.

this?Although they are not familiar with Zi Ying, but two days ago, they saw this pretty girl with round eyes and a smile. They didn't expect that she and her family had been missing for so many years, and it wasn't long before she found her. Died of illness, this girl is really suffering!

The hearts of the people were full of pity, and besides, death is a big deal, so there is no fun to eat melons and listen to gossip. It seems that today's excitement can't be seen anymore. Even the vendors selling wontons and candied haws turned around and went back to clean up their stalls, planning to go back to the market to buy.

In the mansion, the old butler wiped away his tears while instructing the servants to replace all the red decorations originally prepared for the ceremony in the mansion with white ones.

In the main hall of the front yard, there was a black coffin, and Li Ziping was lying on it, wailing: "Sister, Sister, I finally found you back, why did you leave, and left us so suddenly, I am Your only relative..."

The nurses and maids cleaning up next to her were also crying, especially when she was lying in Zi Ying's room last night, the maid outside was even paler and unable to utter a word. This morning, she was the first to notice something strange. , this little maid who just bought, can't do anything, sleeping No.1.Last night, she fell asleep after sticking to the pillow, but she didn't hear a sound. Her screaming early in the morning almost penetrated Zi's mansion.

Daoist Xu Ming rarely carried his long sword with him, but handed it to Li Ziping with a clean handkerchief in his hand, "My condolences to Master Ping, I have already calculated the auspicious time, and I should send the young lady to the burial sooner." For good."

When Li Ziping heard this, he became even more angry, and pushed his handkerchief aside, "What nonsense! Sister, Sister, she was just sick, she was fine last night, why did she die early in the morning, um , Sister, don't leave me behind."

The old housekeeper asked someone to bring a bowl of porridge: "Young master Ping, you should drink something, what should you do if you are too sick in a while, the doctor said, the young lady may have lived with her adoptive mother before, and there is no Take good care of your body and suffer from a dark illness, that's why you left suddenly, you are the only one left in the Zi Mansion now, Daoist Xu is right, let the young lady rest in peace earlier."

The old butler gestured, and asked the two servants to support Li Zi, and left the main hall.

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"Cough, cough, cough." When the boy in gray clothes opened the door, Master Yideng was lying on the bed, out of breath.

"Master, you finally woke up." The servant held a bowl of medicine, a bowl of porridge, and some pickles in his hand, "Master, it's so inconvenient now, can you still get up?"

"Amitabha." Master Yideng slowly raised one hand, his voice became hoarse and weak, he coughed twice just now, the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, "Donor, you should go and call the doctor."

The doctor in the mansion rushed over with a medicine box, panting, and sat beside the wooden bed, his hand resting on Master Yideng's wrist: "The pulse condition is stable, Master is recovering quickly, just in case, I will Go according to the original prescription, and I will prescribe some Qi-invigorating medicine for you."

As usual, a piece of silver was stuffed into the doctor's pulse-taking hand, and the doctor yelled, "I can't do it," and put the silver back into the box.

He touched the inside of Master Yideng's wrist, and reconfirmed that his burns were all right except for his heart.

The doctor looked at the person who was meditating on the bed, and thought to himself, this Master Yideng's pulse condition is clearly that of a 30-year-old man at most, but his face looks like a weak old man who is about to die.

Master Yideng flicked his sleeves: "Why is it so noisy outside?"

The doctor rubbed it twice: "The eldest lady in the house is gone, and she is doing white things."

"Ahem, it's really unfortunate, unfortunately, it's a pity that I am seriously injured now, otherwise I would go to the house to help, the old man is not rich when he travels around, here are two bags of silver, one bag is for the old housekeeper, it is my heart , and the other bag is to thank the doctor for taking care of me for so many days."

The doctor's heart was full of happiness, but he didn't expect the monk's money to be more profitable than that of Master Ping.He took the purse, "You're welcome, you're welcome, master."

As soon as the vain money was collected, the doctor kept talking, beeping, where is the mourning hall? Master Ping, a big man, actually passed out from crying and so on.

Master Yideng coughed twice: "I don't know when this Miss Zi Ying will be buried. I have a relationship with the eldest lady, and I also want to read sutras for her."

"I heard that it should be tonight."

"What! So fast tonight?" Master Yideng's half-drowned eyes instantly became as big as two copper bells, and he seemed a little restless.

The doctor packed up the medicine box: "Master, I don't know. This is our custom. Unmarried boys and girls will go to the funeral on the same day. You should take a good rest."

After seeing the person leave, Master Yideng gritted his teeth and punched the wooden bed with his fist, making a loud noise.He got up and opened the half-decayed wooden box in the corner.Inside is an inconspicuous jar, to be exact, a small, earth-colored kimchi jar.There was also a half-torn yellow talisman at the mouth of the altar, which was exactly what the patriarch asked Li Ziping to keep in the box.

After Master Yideng opened it and confirmed it, he put it back into the box with peace of mind.

The gray-clothed boy outside the door held his hands and opened one eye, trying to peek inside. Just when the doctor came out, he found that he usually took the initiative to help him with the medicine box, but this time the doctor seemed to be hiding something. Like a baby, don't let anyone touch it.

There must be a problem, could it be that the stinky monk felt that his life was not long and wanted to give his treasure to the doctor.

He snorted, he was so fucking heartless, he took care of him for so long and rescued him from the sea of ​​fire, but in the end he didn't get a tael of silver reward, and gave the treasure to others.Really mad at him!

What did Master Yideng do with a jar in his hand?He stood on tiptoe and tried his best to rub it forward, his face was completely pressed against the crack of the door.

Master Yideng turned his head vigilantly, only to see that the two wooden doors were tightly closed.

The boy in gray hid under the window of Xiaoxuan, gasping for breath, so dangerous, he was almost discovered, but luckily he had quick legs.

However, a spiritual thread had protruded from Xiaoxuan's window, and it went down from the crack of the window, slowly wrapped around his left shoulder to his right shoulder, and then slowly tightened.

The boy didn't notice it, and he was still rejoicing in his heart. Although he didn't see it clearly, it was always bad to peep at others.

When Lingsi's spike pierced his throat, the servant looked down and saw a drop of blood dripping from his neckline. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, touched his Adam's apple with his hand, four fingers His face was already covered with blood, and when he bowed his head again, he was already out of breath...

In Youshi, everything was ready, the old housekeeper and Taoist Xu Ming stood in the main hall of Zi Mansion and Zi Ying's mourning hall.

Because of the ceremony yesterday, Young Master Ping almost offended the entire town, and there were almost no people who came to the mourning hall to express their condolences. The entire mourning hall was empty, only servants lined up in two rows and stood on the side.

One of the fat women was whispering to the people next to her: "Where did this little gray go? Didn't you tell him?"

"Who knows? I saw his shadow in the hall just now, but it's gone now. He might be slacking off somewhere. Just don't talk."

The old butler's hair seemed to be gray again, his voice was hoarse and dry, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he sighed: "Master Ping, is he really not coming to see the eldest lady for the last time?"

Daoist Xu Ming nodded: "Oh, the more I don't want to be separated at this time, if he is here, I'm afraid the auspicious time will be missed, and the funeral cannot be held on time. I'll give him a tranquilizer, let's go."

"Get up!" With an order, four tall men lifted the coffin with a kick, and the coffin almost slid down the wooden frame.

The old housekeeper supported the coffin, "What are you doing? I spent so much money to invite you here, can't you even lift the coffin?"

The big man in front supported his waist. If the coffin slipped off the shelf, it would be a big disaster. He quickly apologized: "Housekeeper, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! We didn't expect it to be so heavy."

The three people next to him also echoed, "That's right, like there are two people, we have never talked about such a heavy coffin."

Daoist Xu Ming patted the old housekeeper on the shoulder.Let's go first, don't miss the hour.

In the dark coffin, Master Yideng almost raised his breath. He was wearing the clothes of a boy in gray. He was afraid of being recognized, so he shaved off the hair of the boy in advance and glued it with paste. On his own head, he took advantage of the chaos and hid it in the coffin.

I didn't expect that the eldest lady of the Zi Mansion would come out of the coffin so quickly, disrupting his plan, so he could only use his plan. Fortunately, everyone in the mansion was busy today, and no one noticed his strange face. He rubbed the sticky top of his head, the coffin was airtight, and there was a bad smell coming from inside. He held an ancient jar tightly in his arms.

The person who carried the coffin seemed to be working very hard and was jolted so badly that his face almost touched the face of the dead. This Young Master Ping really cherished his elder sister very much.

Even when she died, she even asked someone to carefully put heavy makeup on her. That's right, the powder on her face was too thick, so thick that it choked his throat a little. The curved eyebrows were painted as pointed and thin raised eyebrows, and the normal lips were painted into small cherry mouths with vermilion lipstick, and two smears of red were heavily applied on the cheeks.

Master Yideng squinted his eyes, obviously taking care of a small family of Biyu.Now he is rigidly adjusted to be neither male nor female, like a paper man made of paper.No, isn't the person lying under him a dead man?

Master Yideng's breathing became more and more rapid. He turned his head and tried his best not to let his eyes fall on the other person's face, but the coffin-bearers outside were still not very cooperative. After a jolt, he returned to his original position.

He closed his eyes and tried hard to prevent himself from recalling the scene just now. However, there was a smell of breath coming from under his cheeks, and the long eyelashes of the woman below trembled. Is it an illusion?Master Yideng rubbed his eyes.

After holding his breath for too long, and the darkness in the coffin, his eyes were a little blurred. The woman lying down looked at him, and it seemed that he really looked more like a man?

He pinched his thigh fiercely, thinking of the way he used to meditate in his mind.

"arrive."

Master Yideng heard Xu Ming say outside, he was relieved at last, the coffin was put on the place from the wooden frame, there was another bump, his hand slipped and placed on the dead man's chest...

this?flat?

this?Is?

It's a man! ! ! ! !

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