my God

Song Yan briefly talked about what happened just now, but he didn't dare to mention the crow god, and only said that he had chanted a powerful spell to defeat that nightmare.

Wu Changsheng subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly glad that he was not the one who was dragged into the nightmare.

"Then what do we do now?"

Song Yan looked at the time and saw that it was already noon, so he said: "Let's go, a few hours of sleep is enough, let's go back and help the old Wang's family keep watch!"

Wu Changsheng didn't dare to stay alone, so he had to follow Song Yan back to the mourning hall.

Wang Quan had already sent someone else to buy another pair of boys and girls, but he didn't dare to take them into the mourning hall, but put them in the trunk of the pickup truck, covered with a cloth.Seeing Song Yan came back, he hurriedly asked him what to do.

Song Yan walked to the side of the car and lifted the cloth, looked at the paper figurine, then took out the two prepared talismans and pasted them on the paper figurine's chest.

"Okay, let's move in!" Song Yan turned to Wang Quan and said.

Wang Kuan looked for a place to rest and hasn't returned yet, so Wang Quan will take care of it for the time being.

After Wang Quan dealt with the paper figurines, he took Song Yan and his wife to lunch, and treated them very respectfully.After the meal, he and Wu Changsheng walked aside and talked for a while. After finalizing the price, Wu Changsheng came back to inform Song Yan, and the two returned to the mourning hall to continue guarding.

Song Yan didn't ask Wu Changsheng how much he asked for.His going down the mountain this time was purely because the master wanted to train him, so he didn't intervene in other things, and was only responsible for helping Wu Changsheng deal with corpses and ghosts.

Probably because of God's action, the last bit of resentment of the deceased was dissipated, so the second night was very peaceful and nothing happened.

Wang Quan, who followed the spirit guard together, was glad that nothing terrible happened, and regretted giving Wu Changsheng more money, but he didn't dare to say it, because Wu Changsheng was still in charge during the funeral.

"Therefore, listen to the dead, you are the one who is filial and filial. You will come to bid farewell to the spirit. The coffin is three feet high. There are ball flags and banners on it. If you look into the coffin, there is a purple gold coffin in the middle. The one on the right is a red horse, and the one on the right is a wreath. This coffin is unusual. The carpenter has a good craftsmanship, and the edges are tightly stitched. , the outside is seven feet three, the master painter is skillful, 24 filial piety paintings are complete, on the left is the agarwood to save his mother, there is Wang Xiang lying on the glacier to fish, on the right is a rhino looking at the moon, and the seahorse dynasty Yuntian, the 24 filial piety painting is finished, the golden boy and the jade girl are in front, the golden boy will lead the way, and the jade girl will send you to the west..." Wu Changsheng is worthy of being an expert in Zhang Luo Baishi, and he just opened his mouth.

Everyone in the Wang family cried, and then under Wu Changsheng's command, they carried the coffin onto the car, and then a group of people went to the crematorium in a mighty manner.

Song Yan didn't follow. Seeing the coffin being carried into the car, he bid farewell to Wu Changsheng and the Wang family. Let Wu Changsheng handle the burial ceremony by himself.

Although he hadn't slept all night, Song Yan was in good spirits, and his movements were still very neat as he returned to his heart like an arrow.After he took a taxi to the town market, he bought some croissants and melons, and then took a taxi to Daqingling.

After rushing back to the temple, as soon as he entered the door, he saw a crow staring at the big mulberry tree in the west.Song Yan hurriedly raised the bag in his hand and shook it at it. The crow looked away and lowered its head to comb its feathers.

Song Yan hurried to the backyard, shouting: "Master, I'm back!"

Daoist Yang came out, smiled at him, and said, "You're back? Come on, let's talk in the room!"

Song Yan told his master what happened in the past two days. After hearing this, Daoist Yang sighed softly and said, "I think you are safe and sound. It turns out that there is a mountain god to help you! Just come back safely, so that the master will not be worried all the time. !Okay, let’s eat something and sleep for a while!”

Song Yan didn't take a bath to change clothes for two days, and was covered in paper ashes and dust, so he decided to take a bath first.

It was just after noon, and the water temperature in the hot water bottle was just right.Song Yan stood under the shower, washing her hair and taking a shower comfortably.

"Knock knock!" There was a sudden sound from the window pane.

Song Yan wiped the water off his face and looked around, only to see a crow standing outside the window, staring straight at him.

Song Yan didn't care that he was still undressed, so he walked over and opened the window and asked in a low voice, "Shenjun, are you looking for me?"

Crow glared at him, dissatisfied: "Where's the melon?"

"..." Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then suppressed a smile and replied, "Wait a minute, I'll wash the melons after I take a shower, and then send them to the main hall!"

"Hurry up!" The crow gave him a white look, then flapped its wings and flew away from the window sill, and did not forget to add, "Peel!"

"Okay! Wait a moment!" Song Yan smiled and waved at it.Seeing it fly away, he turned around and continued to take a bath.

After taking a bath, Song Yan didn't dare to eat first. Instead, he washed the melons and distributed one to the master and laymen, then hurried to the main hall and the side hall, and distributed one to each of the gods.

After finishing his busy work, he felt that he was about to faint from hunger, so he returned to his bedroom and hurriedly ate the meal that Master had left for him.

Probably because only the crow's melon was peeled, and it was very satisfied that it didn't come to find fault. Song Yan was able to sleep until the sun went down.

The monks had already gone down the mountain. Daoist Yang went to the side hall for evening class. After Song Yan made himself a meal, he went to the main hall.

He bowed earnestly to the statue, and said in his mouth: "Thank you for your rescue! This disciple will definitely worship you well!"

"Hmph!" A voice of disdain came from the statue.

Song Yan didn't need to guess who made the movement. Looking forward, there was a crow standing on the statue's head.

Song Yan smiled at the crow and said, "Why do you keep humming at me! Do you just dislike me that much?"

The crow spread its black wings and landed on the altar without a sound, then glared at Song Yan and said, "I can't possibly like you!"

"Why?" Song Yan couldn't help asking.

The crow opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, just looked away angrily.

"Did I do something that you don't like? Can you tell me? I will definitely change it!" Song Yan asked tentatively.

The crow glanced at him, and suddenly spread its wings and flew out of the door, leaving a voice full of dissatisfaction—"If it wasn't for that stinky old man, you wouldn't even want to enter this temple door!"

Song Yan frowned as he watched the crow fly away.He didn't know why the crow didn't like him so much, and he didn't know why the crow didn't like him and kept saving him several times.

He looked at the melon he put here at noon on the altar table. It had several holes poked on it, indicating that the crow liked it and ate it several times.

"Buy some delicious food another day, let's play with it." Song Yan muttered to himself.

***

Daoist Yang seemed a little anxious, he had to teach Song Yan something every day, and he was very strict with his homework.

Song Yan knew that his master was about to go down the mountain, so in order not to worry him, he also studied hard.

Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching in a blink of an eye, and Master announced to everyone during lunch that there will be a Dharma conference on Hungry Ghost Festival.

According to several other lay Buddhists, the temple used to hold ceremonies during the Shangyuan Festival and the Zhongyuan Festival. Because the mountain gods bless the stability of this mountainous area, they would offer sacrifices to the gods when the villagers were about to go up the mountain, so that the villagers could return safely.

In spring and summer, villagers go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables and dig medicinal materials; in autumn and winter, villagers go to the mountains to pick mushrooms and dry firewood.After Shangyuan is spring, and Zhongyuan is in autumn. During these two days, the method meeting is in line with the season and Taoist tradition. At that time, some villagers will come to participate in the ceremony.

Song Yan had never participated in a Dharma conference. In order to run this Dharma conference well, Daoist Yang asked everyone to rehearse several times.

Seeing Master and several lay practitioners rehearsing meticulously, Song Yan couldn't help being nervous and looking forward to it.

Taoist priests must not only be able to subdue demons and eliminate demons, divination and fortune-telling, but also the rituals of fasting and offering sacrifices.Song Yan not only understood this truth, but also didn't want to embarrass his master, so he learned it very seriously.

Soon, the Ghost Festival will arrive.

Early in the morning, people went up the mountain one after another. It was the first time Song Yan saw so many pilgrims appearing at the same time.He was inevitably a little nervous when he thought of holding the scientific ceremony in front of so many people.

"Don't be nervous." A warm and strong hand patted his shoulder lightly.

Looking back, he saw Master's smiling face.

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded, expressing that he was not nervous anymore.

Daoist Yang stretched out his hand to help him straighten his Taoist robe while looking at it, keeping his dress in an orderly manner.

At this time, Song Yan was the same as his master, wearing a Yuanshi crown on his head, a green robe, a yellow sash around his waist, a crane cloak, white socks on his feet, and cloud shoes on his feet. mundane.

Daoist Yang is very satisfied with his apprentice, and feels that his mantle can be passed on to this child, it is really the blessing of the patriarch.

He patted Song Yan's shoulder again, and said softly: "You will preside over the future Fa conference!"

"Master..." Song Yan felt uncomfortable when he heard Daoist Yang say that.

"Okay, it's important to run this Fa conference first!" Daoist Yang quickly stopped talking, signaling Song Yan not to continue.

Seeing that several lay people had arranged the front area almost, Yang Daochang walked towards the front meeting place, followed by Song Yan.

Whether it is a yin event, a yang event, or a yin and yang dual benefit ashram, the practice of the Daoist Temple will be held for three days, but for a small temple like the Mountain Temple, it is impossible to spend so much money, so it will only be held for one day, and a small ritual will be held. will only.

Daoist Yang led his disciples and lay Buddhists to stand still in the field. After all the pilgrims around him quieted down, he led everyone to open the altar to ask for water, and a solemn and solemn Dharma conference kicked off.

There is no silk and bamboo orchestral music, only Taoist Yang's ups and downs chanting; there is no huge honor guard, only two Taoist priests and four lay Buddhists.But the pilgrims who came here to participate in the conference all looked solemn and pious.

While the people around were not paying attention, Song Yan secretly glanced at the big mulberry tree, only to see that the tree was empty, and there was no trace of the crow.

I am about to worship the Lord God, but where is the Lord God?