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Chapter 252 Don't mind your business

As soon as Wang Fu stepped into the village, he heard the shrill sound of the suona and a few snowflakes blowing in the wind.

When I took a closer look, I realized that it was not snowflakes, but fluttering paper money.

"Is anyone in the village gone?"

Wang Fuzheng was wondering, when he heard the sound of mourning in his ears, and the whole family, men, women and children, began to sing loudly.

The drummers played so hard that the frozen ground beneath their feet trembled.

Good guy.

It’s not easy to have a sudden death in your family as the New Year is approaching!

Wang Fu sighed a few times, and suddenly his eyes froze, and he saw the voices of several Taoist priests in the funeral procession.

"Come with us?"

I had to look again, and the team had already arrived in front of me. The leader was holding a mourning stick and waving the white silk on it, "Please give way!"

Wang Fu took a few steps back, only to see paper money flying and several Taoist priests holding utensils and chanting scriptures to save the souls of the dead.

The team walked along and quickly disappeared from sight.

"The oldest person taking the lead is already in Ququ cultivation, and the other younger ones should also be in Yangguan Dao cultivation."

"With such a level of cultivation, is there any purpose behind hiding in a funeral procession?"

Wang Fu felt uneasy when he thought that a practitioner had appeared in the village.

The Taoist priests in the funeral procession also noticed Wang Fu just now.

"Uncle Master, that young man just now is also a practitioner."

The old Taoist priest who led the team held a bell and rang it while walking, chanting, "Lonely souls and wild ghosts walk on both sides, don't block the master's path to reincarnation."

Hearing this, he opened his eyes, "So what?"

The voice of the old Taoist priest can only be heard by a few young Taoist priests.

"This time at the Baishi Dojo, we will only do our duty and ignore other things!"

Several young Taoist priests looked at each other, and one of them, a young man with a slightly purple face, said hurriedly, "Uncle Master, I don't believe you can't see that the dead body in the coffin, riddled with resentment, was basically caused by evil spirits."

"How can we, as Taoists, sit idly by and ignore when we encounter ghosts harming people?"

The old Taoist priest said angrily, "Stupid."

"Catching ghosts and eliminating harm should also be done according to the occasion. This place is under the protection of Yunyang Temple."

"I'm a guest from afar. I haven't come to visit the mountain to pay homage. I rush to deal with the ghosts. It's a dilemma between success and failure. It's a thankless effort!"

The young Taoist priest didn't understand, "Why is there a dilemma between success and failure?"

The old Taoist priest took the trouble to explain, "The evil ghost's aura is extremely strong. Even if the old Taoist takes action, the outcome is only 50-50."

"If we fail, you and I will die without a burial place."

"If you win by luck, you and I will destroy the ghosts on the ground without even saying a word. Wouldn't it be a slap in Yunyang Guan's face?"

The young Taoist priests found it difficult to understand, "Why is this happening?"

"You are still young, and you only see black and white in your eyes, but you don't know the truth of 'the rules are as big as the sky, don't interfere in other people's business'."

After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he glanced in Wang Fu's direction.

"The practitioner just now may not be here to solve the problem."

"I've made inquiries. There are people in the village working in Yunyangguan. I heard that there is something going on in my hometown. I can't just sit idly by and ignore it."

The group of people walked and talked, and soon arrived at the tomb. Fresh soil was piled around, just waiting for the coffin to be lowered.

"let's start!"



"Xiao Fuer, I'm finally back."

The Queen Mother brought a ladle of boiled peanuts and handed them to Wang Fu to peel and eat.

At this time, Wang Daniu went out to call his father to come home, while Wang Ermei sat quietly beside him, helping with needlework.

"Mom, when I came here, I saw a white lady on the road. What's going on?"

Wang Fu threw a few peanuts into his mouth. They were so delicious.

"Why!"

Wang Mu sighed, "It's a coincidence that she was the matchmaker who arranged for your brother to marry her. She was also unlucky and died of illness before even drinking the wedding wine!"

"Died of illness."

Wang Fu had a flash of doubt in his heart, why the smell he noticed when passing by was the obvious trace of a violent death.

"Stop talking about her, boss, your brother is getting married!"

Wang Fu subconsciously asked, "When?"

I thought it would be the year after next year, but I didn’t expect the Queen Mother’s reply to be very sharp, “Just before the Chinese New Year, you came back just in time.”

"Pfft!"

Wang Fu's eyes widened, "Mom, Daniel is only ten years old."

"You kid, what's wrong with you at ten years old? You can't get married at ten years old."

The Queen Mother was angry, peeled off the peanut shells, and handed the peanuts to Wang Fu.

"Everyone in the village, young and old, who has a well-off family, will marry a wife at the age of ten."

Indeed, these days, what affects the sooner or later of marriage is not education level, but family situation.

The richer the family, the earlier they get married, and the resources are better picked. The poorer the family, the more they need to save money and food, and they have to be in their thirties at the latest before they can get married.

Marriage is a costly luxury at any time, without exception.

"It's all thanks to you!"

Hearing what the Queen Mother said, Wang Fu raised his head and said, "Mother, what are you talking about? I didn't force Da Niu to get married at a young age."

"Originally, the marriage of our big boss is a problem, and your dad is also useless!"

"If this kid Daniu didn't have you as his brother, I'm afraid he would be like the rest of the village. He would have to wait for his second sister to grow up and find a similar family to marry him!"

The Queen Mother wiped her eyes and said with emotion, "After you came back, you left some money for the family, bought a calf, and established a relationship with the county magistrate. Now that our family has an official relationship, our life will get better and better."

"

"No, a few days ago, I asked the matchmaker to choose a good family."

"Now that you have become a monk, the burden of growing our family will be left to Daniel."

Wang Fu deliberately explained to his mother the difference between the Sanqing and Five Emperors schools. In theory, he could also find girls.

I didn't see this kid Lu Hansheng. He has five wives and concubines at home and just gave birth to his third child.

However, thousands of words turned into silence in the end.

"Mom, what do you think of the family Daniel chose?"

As the eldest brother, Wang Fu needs to be concerned about the character of his future siblings.

"That's right. It's rare for the matchmaker to have a conscience this time. She took my mother to see the girl. She looks just like the fairy in the painting. She is also well-educated and sensible, and she looks like a lady."

"Also, the dowry is also very generous..."

As the Queen Mother spoke, she glanced at Wang Fu and said, "For my mother's sake, this is the most suitable one for you to marry."

Wang Fu's mind was shaken, why don't you take a look, cough, cough, what are you thinking, shameless!

Suddenly, he thought of the Taoist priests he met on the road and asked, "Did the matchmaker's family invite Taoist priests to do some white things?"

"The matchmaker's nephews, looking for advantages, found some wild Taoist priests from out of town."

"Let me tell you, the Taoist priests from Yunyang Temple are the best. Please trust them."

Wang Fu smiled, those people were by no means ordinary wild Taoists.

In retrospect, Wang Fu had smelled a similar scent from the disciples of Sanqing Hall.

That's right, those Taoist priests should be practitioners who follow the path of Sanqing.

It seems that something extraordinary has happened in my village recently.

In this case, the matchmaker's death was definitely not an ordinary sudden death due to illness.


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