Maoshan ghost hunter

Lao Guo went up to register his name, and along with the gift money, entered the mourning hall together with Xiao Ma and Ye Shaoyang.

Originally, the host family was going to come up to entertain them, but when they saw the pony accompanying them, they nodded to let them in.

The mourning hall is located in the main room, and a picture of Wang Ping is placed on the Eight Immortals table in the middle.

Seeing Wang Ping's youthful appearance in the photo, Ye Shaoyang and Lao Guo felt very uncomfortable.

After paying homage to the dead, Xiao Ma impatiently dragged them into the next room to see Wang Ping's body.

As soon as they entered the door, even Xiao Ma was together, and the three of them were stunned:

A Taoist priest and a monk are performing rituals in the room. This is not the point. The point is that a dark red hydrangea is hung on the crystal coffin where the corpse is placed, and a picture of Wang Ping and a young man are placed side by side on the table of the Eight Immortals. , there are two tablets in the middle, with the names and birth dates of the two people written on them.

There are a pair of red candles on both sides of the photo, and three pots of offerings in front, covered with red cloth.

The monk beat the wooden fish on the side, and the Taoist priest rang the bell, scattered paper money, and muttered words.

Standing next to them were two middle-aged men and women, one pair wore black armbands on their arms, covering their faces and crying.

"What is this for..." Xiao Ma was stunned.

"Ghost marriage." Lao Guo said, "There is a custom of matching ghost marriages in the local area. If unmarried men and women die, they will usually find a deceased of suitable age to match ghost marriages."

While talking, a girl came over and took the pony to the outer room. Before he could speak, the pony said first: "What is this for?"

"It's a ghost marriage. We have this custom."

When Xiao Ma heard this, he was anxious, "How can this be possible! I am an ordinary boyfriend, how can I let her marry someone else!"

The pony's voice was a bit loud, which startled the people in the room, and they all looked this way, and the pair of monks and priests who practiced the ritual all cast annoyed glances.

The girl made a silent gesture to Xiao Ma, and said in a low voice: "You two are not married, both of you are dead, it's just a ceremony, to make the living feel at ease..."

Old Guo said: "Little girl, that's not what you said. The dead are married to the dead, and they are married to the afterlife."

The girl was taken aback, looked at him suspiciously, then at Ye Shaoyang, and said, "Who are you?"

"Wang Ping's friend, here to pay tribute to the funeral." Ye Shaoyang replied.

Xiao Ma grabbed the girl's hand, pointed to Ye Shaoyang, and said, "This is Maoshan Heavenly Master, he can save Pingping, hurry up and make them not worthy of ghost marriage, let Shaoyang go and save him!"

The girl was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Shaoyang, then at Xiao Ma, sighed and said, "Brother Ma, calm down, you can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad and let others deceive you."

Ye Shaoyang was not angry when he heard this, but Xiao Ma was anxious.

"No, no, this is my brother. Bringing the dead back to life is nothing to him. Let me in quickly. Cousin, I beg you!"

Ye Shaoyang secretly sighed from behind.

Wang Ping's cousin was so entangled by the pony that she couldn't help it, and said, "I'm just her cousin, I'm not in charge of the house, you wait a while, the wedding ceremony will be over in a while, outsiders can't enter now."

After speaking, he walked into the mourning hall.

Xiao Ma also wanted to follow in, but was held back by Lao Guo, saying: "You don't care about this for a while, just wait."

Ye Shaoyang stood outside the door, looked towards the crystal coffin, and saw a power cord plugged into a power socket underneath, so he asked, "Can this crystal coffin be kept warm?"

"Yes, I rented it specially. The temperature is set to zero, so that the corpse will not rot or freeze for a while, so that you can bring her soul back to life before she can be revived."

After Ye Shaoyang heard this, he didn't know how to answer.

After waiting for a few minutes, the ceremony in the room ended, and the monks and priests left one after another. The pony rushed in immediately, threw himself on the crystal coffin, and beckoned Ye Shaoyang to come over while wiping tears.

Ye Shaoyang walked up to him, and saw Wang Ping lying on his back in the crystal coffin. She was beautiful and moving before her life, but now her face was blue with a dead look on her face.

Seeing this scene, Ye Shaoyang felt very uncomfortable.

Xiao Ma turned back and said to Ye Shaoyang: "I'll open the coffin, how about you take a look at her first, and then think of a way to save her?"

After speaking, without waiting for Ye Shaoyang to answer, he reached out to lift the coffin lid.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

The middle-aged couple next to him immediately came up to stop him, and Xiao Ma repeated the words that Ye Shaoyang could save Wang Ping.

The middle-aged woman was furious after hearing this, and cried and said: "Stop messing around here, Pingping never told us that she has a boyfriend, we don't know you, everyone is dead, you still have to play tricks on him Corpse, what on earth are you going to do, get out quickly!"

As he spoke, he came up to push the pony.

"Wait a minute!" The middle-aged man next to him suddenly came over, grabbed the woman, glanced back and forth at Ye Shaoyang with his eyes, and asked, "Is your name Ye Shaoyang?"

Ye Shaoyang was taken aback, and said, "You know me?"

"Pingping said several times before that she and you are good friends, and you are a Taoist priest from Maoshan who knows magic."

Ye Shaoyang wondered, Wang Ping didn't mention the pony to her parents, but he often mentioned himself?

"Can you save Pingping?" Wang Ping's father was full of excitement. Although everyone knew that people could not be brought back to life after death, as a father, as long as he had even the slightest hope, he wanted to try it.

"I can't do it." Ye Shaoyang answered frankly.

"You can do it, you must do it!"

Xiao Ma couldn't help but open the crystal coffin, this time Wang Ping's parents didn't stop him.

Ye Shaoyang looked closer, his brows furrowed, and he let out a "huh".

Lao Guo waved his hands and said, "What a strong evil spirit!"

Ye Shaoyang took a closer look at Wang Ping, stretched out his hand, and lifted her eyelids, her eyes were bloodshot, looking a bit cautious.

Opening her mouth again, she looked into her mouth, then took out a bunch of incense from her backpack, lit it and held it in her hand.

A lot of Wang Ping's relatives gathered around, watching the excitement.

"Daozhang Ye, what is this for?" Wang Ping's father asked timidly.

Ye Shaoyang ignored it, waited for the sandalwood to burn a piece of incense ash, flicked the incense ash into a magic talisman, wrapped a five emperors coin in the middle, folded it into a fingernail size, stuffed it into Wang Ping's mouth, and closed his mouth.

"Is there any sesame oil?" Ye Shaoyang asked, "Another bowl."

Wang Ping's father nodded repeatedly, ran out, brought a bottle of sesame oil and a bowl, and handed them to Ye Shaoyang.

A group of people looked at him silently, not daring to speak.

Ye Shaoyang poured the sesame oil into the bowl, then opened Wang Ping's mouth, took out the magic talisman, unwrapped it, and threw the five emperors' money into the bowl of sesame oil, and the incense ash floated on the oil surface.

(Let’s post two chapters first. I’m going to the studio. I don’t know how long I will be busy. If I come back early, I will definitely update another chapter)