Tianlu 37th year.

Clear, no rain.

The moon, like the eyes of a fox, hangs high in the night sky, looking indifferently at the world.

Whispers and cries could be heard from the Dead Man Hill. Paper money flew everywhere, white flags were raised, and clear bells rang..

"It's the first time I've seen a funeral at Qingming night..

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Eighth Master Ji stood in the distance, watching the funeral procession leave, stroking his beard..

" Whose family is this?!"

Wang Hun walked over from behind Eighth Master Ji. Looking at the majestic funeral procession, he revealed a curious expression..

It's been exactly 16 years since he crossed over..

The ordinary Wang Hun has nothing outstanding in this world where gods and Buddhas are everywhere and demons and ghosts are everywhere..

Since he was seven years old, he had been wandering around the market to make a living. He had collected corpses, beaten the night watchmen, pimped, stolen needles, rubbed his back, pushed oil, stole graves, played monkeys...

Two years ago, Wang Hun was lucky. He was found by the Wang Family, one of the Nine Families of the Dragon Tiger Dao. He was recognized as the son of a long-lost man. From then on, he lived the life he dreamed of..

Therefore, Wang Hun hasn't gone to the cemetery for two years. He's a little unfamiliar with this scene..

" A scholar from the Li family in East Zhendong. I heard that my mother borrowed money from everywhere and spent 30 taels to get a daughter-in-law, a beautiful virgin girl…In the end, she ran away with the money and lost both her money and her money. My mother was so angry…"

At this point, Eighth Master Ji stroked his beard and grinned." Scholar Li is really tough. He actually found that woman and stabbed her 18 times alive…The knife is stuck in her bone and can't be pulled out…"

"In the end, Scholar Li was on the spot…"

Eighth Master Ji raised his hand and made a gesture of cutting his neck..

" Little Wang Hun, remember, don't covet a girl for her delicate looks. You should find an older one…"

" What do you mean?" Wang Hun glanced at him..

16 years in this world, and still not having sex. It's ridiculous..

Two years ago, when he returned to the Wang family, he secretly went to the biggest bathhouse in the market. The waiter told him that there was no second floor in this place..

Is it still called a bathhouse without a bathhouse on the second floor?

What a fool!

"Little thing, it doesn't look like you've tasted anything fresh..

The eighth master grinned and said,"Haven't you heard of..."

"I'm not afraid of expensive betrothal gifts for women, but I'm afraid of young women who are thirty years old. They know the general situation, know how to advance and retreat, and the saintess can urge all of them. They have a charm to solve the customs, making people infatuated and intoxicated..

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" Hehe, what a pity. You won't be able to taste it in this lifetime…"

As he spoke, Eighth Master Ji looked at the new grave, but there wasn't even a single word on it…He had committed the sin of murder, and even a monument couldn't leave his name behind..

A grave, a tablet, a fruit tray, a pile of ashes.

Wang Hun listened to Eighth Master Ji's chatter and looked around at the old and new graves. Under the pale moonlight, they were especially seductive..

"It's late at night…I'm really sick to come here..

”

" Why are there still people living on that mountain? Aren't they afraid of ghosts?"

Wang Hun hid behind Eighth Master Ji. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the mountain was brightly lit not far away..

" Are you stupid? Are you... annoying me?"

Eighth Master Ji turned around and glared at him." Little Wang Hun, listen to me. Don't go to that mountain. There's no way you can step on horses and make a fuss about Taoist priests…"

"If we meet, the Black and White Impermanents will have to plow two acres before they can leave..

”

" Eighth Master, what are you talking about?" Wang Hun was confused..

"If you walk too much at night, you will always meet a Taoist priest…"

"That's Fang Xian Sect…lonely ghosts like you and me only see ghosts when they see those Dao Masters..

”

Eighth Master Ji turned around and raised his hand to blow his head off..

Wang Hun's eyes widened, and he felt his head buzz. His light body suddenly shook..

At this moment, he was much clearer, and many images came flooding in like a tide..

"I'm dead…"

Wang Hun muttered softly. Three days ago, he suddenly died. His soul left his body and drifted to the [Dead Man Hill], where he met Eighth Master Ji..

This is an old ghost who has been guarding this place for more than 50 years..

Eighth Master Ji once said that after death, the soul leaves the body. This state is called the Yin Body..

At that time, the bardo body's memory of the time of birth will be extremely vague, and some will not even realize that they are dead..

Every seven days, the bardo body would have a chance to reincarnate. If one was lucky, they would find a ray of light and reincarnate, either as a human, livestock, or poultry…

Therefore, the custom of the mortal world is to lead the dead to reincarnation, and a ceremony is held every seven days..

This is the origin of the first seven, the third seven, etc..

After 49 days, if you can't reincarnate, you'll be a ghost..

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Now, Wang Hun had only been dead for three days. Even with Eighth Master Ji's reminder, he often forgot the fact that he was already dead..

" I haven't even gone up to the second floor. How did I die?!" Wang Hun was heartbroken..

As a disciple of the Wang Family, Wang Hun only needed to wait until he was 18 years old to receive his monthly salary from the family. That was a large sum of money, enough for him to get drunk and go to the second floor every day..

But…

"Wang Hun…Wang Hun…"

At this moment, whispers came from the darkness.

" Someone called me!?" Wang Hun raised his head and looked at the graves..

"This is a soul-calling!"

Eighth Master Ji stroked his beard." When someone dies in a mortal family, they have to stay in the morgue for three days. I'm afraid they didn't die completely…"

Then he said,"O Lord, you are the Lord's servant, and tomorrow is the day of your death.".

”

"You…"

Wang Hun can feel Ji Ba Ye's sincerity.

"Go back and take a look..

"The eighth Lord reminds me..

"Follow that ray of light…"

Wang Hun's light body swayed leisurely. He looked carefully and saw a trace of light. Through that trace of light, he saw clearly that it was the candle light above the mourning hall..

People die into ghosts, lead by candles, eat by incense.

In the cold mourning hall, a coffin draped in plain white was placed horizontally in the center. The wood of the tin walnut wood was not expensive, and there were three or five paper figurines that looked like children stacked beside it..

" Why didn't you burn two girls for me?!" Wang Hun was angry..

"Step back!"

At this moment, a handsome young man walked into the mourning hall. His eyes were hidden and his temples bulged. One could tell that he was a practitioner. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the woman who called the soul..

"Wang Qi!"

Wang Hun recognized him as his elder brother. They had the same father and half mother. Although they had a short relationship, their relationship was very good..

Especially after Wang Hun recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan, his elder brother took the most care of him. Even the bathhouse was also taken by the latter..

" I'm dead, Brother Qi will cry to death…" Wang Hun looked at the figure of his loved one and could not help but sigh sadly..

"Hehe, you're finally dead!"

At this moment, Wang Qi, who was standing alone in the mourning hall, laughed..

" Hmm?!"

Wang Hun was stunned..

Don't blame me…Who asked you to be the legitimate son?"

Above the white mourning hall, the night breeze blew, blowing the robe, and the flickering candle light stretched Wang Qi's shadow to an old length.

"If you had extraordinary talent, I would be able to behave myself…but you are a piece of trash…You probably don't know that I usually hate you like I see flies…"

" It's okay now. You're dead…"

As he spoke, the corner of Wang Qi's mouth curled up slightly. He took out a long black nail from his chest. It was seven inches long and wrapped with a bright yellow talisman..

" Brother spent a lot of money to get this Soul-losing Nail. Once it falls into the coffin, the soul will dissipate…"

Wang Qi flicked his finger, and the black spike turned into an afterimage and fell straight into the coffin..

Just wait until dawn, after a rooster crows, the Soul Loss Nail will be able to activate the talisman, allowing the soul to fly and disperse..

Thinking of this, Wang Qi's eyes flashed with a trace of pride and exultation. From now on, he no longer had to worry about being robbed of his family property by that fly-like thing..

"Good brother, don't blame me for being cruel..

The king laughed and turned away..

"Good, good, good…"

Wang Hun's anger flared up. He was heart-to-heart with his brother. His brother used his brain with him. He put his brother in his pocket and his brother kicked him in the ditch..

"Say goodbye to your corpse…Tomorrow, your soul will be destroyed..

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Eighth Master Ji patted Wang Hun's shoulder and comforted him. Then, he turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared. Obviously, even he had given up on Wang Hun..

Even ghosts can't do it under the spirit nail.

" Thieving heavens, blind your dog…"

In the cold mourning hall, Wang Hun cursed.

As soon as he finished speaking, his light body suddenly shook, and a faint light appeared on his chest..

Wang Hun subconsciously looked over. Three feet above the ground, a wisp of fire appeared. Something suddenly appeared in front of him..

It was a three-legged censer, and its light flickered faintly. A strange sound echoed in Wang Hun's mind..

" Burn incense, eat qi, enjoy Yin Lu, sacrifice a [Soul Slaying Nail], enjoy a [Soul Returning Incense]…"