Wang Fu chatted with the Queen Mother for a long time, until his father came back and urged the Queen Mother to prepare dinner.
To be honest, if you want to get information, neither Father Wang nor Wang Daniu can be trusted.
Only the Queen Mother, as the village's intelligence unit, could fly in the sky, swim in the water, even if it was buried in the soil, but nothing that could move could escape their eyes and ears.
After a long time, Wang Fu had almost found out everything.
The second brother's bride is seventeen or eighteen years old this year, a full seven or eight years older. The cow is not old, and the grass is really tender.
When Wang Fu thought about it, Da Niu sniffed and covered Niu Niu, facing the delicate and pretty woman's sad and angry look, he felt like laughing inexplicably.
"Pfft!"
At the dinner table, Wang Daniu raised his head, "Brother, what are you laughing at?"
Wang Fu looked at this kid and shook his head with a straight face, "It's nothing!"
"Xiao Fu'er, you eat meat."
"Thank you, I don't eat beef."
"Brother, where is this?"
"I won't eat carp either. As Taoist priests, we have a lot of taboos. I'll eat whatever I want. Mom, Daniel, don't pick up the food for me."
It was a boring meal.
Wang Fu was keenly aware that the distance between himself and his family was getting farther and farther.
While eating, Father Wang and Queen Mother looked worried.
The matchmaker's death had a direct impact on their family's marriage.
The matchmaker was buried yesterday. Just after the first seven days, white lanterns must be hung at home and paper money scattered. From then on, until the last seven days, there will be various twists and turns.
The collision of red and white is inevitable!
Lao Wang's family is just worried that if the bride's family's team is sent to the village and sees traces of an affair, they will feel uncomfortable.
"Mom, it's okay. The bride's family is well-educated and she won't be angry over such a trivial matter!"
Wang Fu comforted the Queen Mother.
"I saved some money at the Taoist temple to buy a set of jewelry for my younger siblings. I will keep it and their family will not say anything."
After hearing this, Father Wang raised his head and asked, "Have you made a lot of money?"
"fine!"
Wang Fu said cautiously.
"If you have money, don't take it home. Show respect to the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple and the county magistrate. You should also treat him to dinner and drinks, and maintain good relations with him!"
Wang Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to explain to his father that under normal circumstances, he was the one receiving gifts and being treated.
"knew!"
…
The next day, Wang Fu got up early, washed up, and walked towards the matchmaker's house.
The weather was cold and it was still early. In front of the matchmaker's house, there was only a pergola blowing in the wind, and a few Taoist priests sat inside with their eyes closed to meditate.
It seems that after a busy day yesterday, the relatives also went back to rest.
In front of the Taoist priests, there were yellow rice steamed buns and pickles in pottery bowls, but most of them were eaten.
"Is there something wrong with the donor?"
Wang Fu stopped and realized that he was wearing regular clothes when he returned home.
"I'm down at Yunyang Temple, Wang Fu of the Thunder Fire Hall, and I've met a few fellow Taoists."
The old Taoist priest at the head opened his eyes, stood up and saluted Wang Fu, "It turns out to be a fellow Taoist from Yunyang Temple. I'm a poor Taoist."
Since Wang Fu traveled through time, he has rarely heard the word "pindao" as a title, which seems to be inconsistent with the movies and TV shows in his previous life.
Now, when I see the old Taoist priest in front of me, I realize that this title is not something that can be used casually.
These people, all of them were tired from work, their faces were dusty, their robes were all patched, and they ate only the simple meals served by the master's family, so they lived a very poor life.
In comparison, Yunyang Guanli is like a bunch of landlords.
The old Taoist priest and several young Taoist priests began to introduce themselves.
The old Taoist priest who took the lead, whose Taoist name was Yunjian, belonged to the Sanqing lineage, and behind him were several of his juniors.
They came from other places, and the purpose of their trip was to visit Master Yunyang, a senior from the same lineage of Sanqing.
"To tell you the truth, we didn't bring much with us along the way. We just relied on doing things and getting married to earn some food and travel expenses."
Yunjian is also free and easy, showing the spirit of "working and living a shabby life".
Seeing how miserable they were, Wang Fu couldn't bear it and asked, "Why not inform them in advance and let the Taoist temple come to greet them and send them some money?"
Being of the same lineage as Sanqing, Taoist temples will not be reluctant to spend this money.
"No need!"
Yun Jian chuckled and said, "We cultivators, what we eat with our mouths and clothes on our bodies, can't be earned with our hands?"
"Being poor and enjoying the Tao is also practice!"
Wang Fu was in awe after hearing this and saluted Yunjian.
Well, he still chooses the material life of Yunyang Temple.
"By the way, what does Taoist Master Yunjian have to say about the death of this matchmaker?"
Let’s exchange a few words and get down to business.
Wang Fu asked Yunjian about the matchmaker, and glanced at her inadvertently, his hair standing on end.
It turned out that there was a coffin placed next to where they were talking.
Why wasn't the coffin buried yesterday?
"Wang Fu, a strange thing happened when I was burying the tomb yesterday."
Yunjian began to explain, "Pindao has also calculated that there will be no problem with auspicious days, auspicious times, and the feng shui of the tomb."
"However, when the coffin was being buried, a strong black wind immediately blew out the hanging ropes, causing the coffin to spin and lie on top of the grave, refusing to fall."
"The surrounding relatives and friends were so frightened that they quickly brought the coffin back."
"They say he died too resentfully and refused to be buried, is that true?"
Taoist Master Yunjian shook his head, "This is an evil spirit secretly working to confuse people's hearts and want to cause chaos."
Upon hearing this, Wang Fu walked to the coffin, folded his hands and saluted, and then opened his Dharma Eyes.
"Well!"
Wang Fu turned to Taoist Master Yunjian and said, "Taoist Master, what do you think of this matter?"
Several young Taoist priests behind Taoist Master Yunjian were eager to try when they saw this, wishing that their uncle would join them on the spot and lead them to subdue the ghost.
Yunyang Temple is very famous, but their lineage also has a glorious history, which is just for the other party to know a thing or two.
"We are here to pay homage to the temple master, and we must not create unnecessary complications."
Wang Fu frowned slightly, saying he didn't want to care anymore! It didn't matter.
"Pindao estimates that the ghost behind the scenes is at least at the level of an old evil ghost, and there is nothing Pindao can do about it."
"It's better to go back to Yunyang Temple first and ask for reinforcements."
This sentence is mature and prudent, and there is nothing wrong with it.
only……
Wang Fu's whole family is here. They heard that there are ghosts causing trouble, so how can they just leave?
"Are you a sinister old man?"
He sneered twice, worried that he didn't have anyone to try his hand at, so he came to his door.
In the Ghost Suppressing Cave, the ghosts are all public property, and damages must be doubled, so we can only hold back.
This time it's different, it's wild ghosts that are causing trouble, and they can attack at will.
"Taoist Master's kindness, I appreciate it!"
Seeing that Wang Fu refused to listen, Taoist Yunjian shook his head and took out a wooden talisman with his backhand, "Put it away and hang it in front of the door to ensure the peace of the whole family!"
Wang Fu glanced at the wooden talisman. It was an intermediate talisman, called "Shen Shou". It was not enough to kill the enemy, but it was more than enough to protect itself.
The other party also had good intentions, but he didn't know that with Wang Fu's own strength, not to mention the old and evil ghosts, even if the fierce ghosts came, he could give him a fight.
"This trip back to my hometown is a coincidence!"
Wang Fu's face was full of excitement, staring at the coffin in front of him.