Master Bama walked around a wasteland on the outskirts of Qingyang Town for a long time, frowned and asked me: "Donor Mo, are you sure you saw that ghost villa here last night?"

I thought carefully about it for a long time and nodded affirmatively. Seeing my pile of US dollars, Master Bama heard that I just wanted to perform a ritual for Xiaomei and her ghost husband. He was so happy that he immediately agreed to me.

The request. Master Bama and I wandered around the outskirts of the town for a long time before I determined the location of the ghost villa last night based on my memory.

But we couldn't determine the specific location of the ghost villa, and Master Bama couldn't start to do anything to save us. Just when we were running out of ideas, we saw an aunt working in the field not far away.

I suddenly had an idea in my mind and said to Master Bama: "Master Bama, since this ghost villa is a burned paper warehouse, it means that the home of Xiaomei and her ghost husband is not far from here, and they are their relatives.

Burn it for them. Why don’t we ask the aunt, maybe she can provide us with clues!”

Master Bama nodded and said: "What Donor Mo said is very reasonable, but I don't speak Mandarin very well. I would like to ask Donor Mo to come forward and ask me!"

I came to the edge of the field and shouted to the aunt: "Aunt, can you spare a few minutes? I want to ask you something!"

I shouted several times before the aunt noticed me. She looked at me and Master Bama from a distance, but did not answer my words. I guess the aunt saw me and Master Bama who were dressed weirdly.

I was doubtful, so I asked Master Bama to wait at the head of the field, and I walked along the narrow field ridge alone to the aunt.

When the aunt saw me walking towards her, her face was full of nervousness, she held the hoe tightly in her hand, and looked at me warily. I saw that the aunt was very guarded, and I knew that she would not believe what I said. It's just that

I grew up in a rural mountain village, and I know that although country people are simple, they love to take advantage of small things.

When I approached the aunt, I kept a smile on my face, took out a hundred yuan from my pocket, and said to the aunt: "Aunt, I am not a bad person, and that guru is also an eminent monk. We have a question to ask.

Auntie, I’m just sorry to see you are busy. This little money can be regarded as the lost wages we give you!”

The aunt was stunned and said in surprise: "Young man, you mean you just need to ask me a few words and you'll give me the money?"

I smiled and nodded and said, "Of course! Auntie, please keep the money first. I just need to ask a few questions."

The aunt put down the hoe in her hand, and although she was less alert, she still walked to me nervously. I handed over the banknote, and the aunt touched it uneasily, and looked at the sun a few more times.

Then he stuffed it into his pocket neatly, and said as if he was afraid that I would regret it: "Young man, does this money really belong to me? Don't ask me for it again after you finish asking!"

I chuckled and said, "Auntie, do you think I look like that kind of person?"

The aunt looked me over and said: "Young man, you look very handsome, you don't look like a bad guy. Tell me, what do you want to ask me? But the ugly thing is ahead. I am an old country woman, what can I know?

What happened? Don’t regret it!”

I made up a white lie and said: "Aunt, this is the case. This friend of mine is an eminent monk. Don't look at his weird dressing up. In fact, he is also a monk, but he is a Tibetan monk. Aunt, this Ba

Master Ma is a practicing person. He dreamed last night that there were two dead young men here and they were not living a good life in the underworld. Therefore, Master Bama was very kind and wanted to do some spiritual work for them to save them."

After hearing what I said, the aunt looked surprised at first, and then suddenly became alert: "I understand, no wonder you are so generous and gave me a hundred yuan. It turns out that you want to find out if there is anyone here who has done nothing for nothing.

, do you want to perform a ritual for others? I don’t know if that Tibetan monk is really capable. I think you two are just doing this job to deceive people, right?"

I couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Auntie, you misunderstood! What I said is true. Don't worry, my friend Master Bama will never charge a penny for helping this family. Auntie, if you do this

Will you still believe me?"

The aunt asked doubtfully: "Is there such a good thing? You really don't want to charge money?"

I nodded firmly. My aunt looked at me for a long time and seemed to have begun to trust me. She sighed and said: "There is indeed a death in a family here, but that was seven days ago. That was from the east of the village.

Aunt Wang’s family, alas, she is so pitiful, her only son died seven days ago. Yesterday was the seventh day, and Aunt Wang just burned a paper warehouse for her son.”

I became excited all of a sudden, knowing that this matter had already been revealed. Before I could ask in detail, the aunt had already opened up her chat box and told me everything about Aunt Wang’s family.

It turned out that Aunt Wang had an only son, Wang Xiaogen. Aunt Wang lost her husband in her early years, so she raised Wang Xiaogen up all by herself and married Wang Xiaogen to a beautiful wife, Ding Xiaomei, four years ago.

Unexpectedly, there are unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and misfortunes. Wang Xiaogen, who had just been married, fell ill one day, and it was only after he went to the hospital for a check-up that he found out that he had a terminal illness. The family was very sad.

Even if the disease cannot be cured, it will lead to poverty.

In desperation, Ding Xiaomei, the newly married wife of Wang Xiaogen, decided to work outside alone to earn money for her husband's medical treatment. Wang Xiaogen was bedridden, and his condition worsened day by day. He knew that his days were numbered, and he missed working alone outside.

His wife, Ding Xiaomei, begged Aunt Wang to call Ding Xiaomei and ask her to go home.

Ding Xiaomei received a call from Aunt Wang and vaguely heard something bad from Aunt Wang's sad tone. She knew that her husband Wang Xiaogen was terminally ill, but she didn't expect that Wang Xiaogen's condition would deteriorate so quickly. Now Aunt Wang is calling

Her phone call asked her to go home quickly, which was a clear hint to her that her husband Wang Xiaogen was critically ill and she was asked to rush home, perhaps to see him for the last time.

Ding Xiaomei wanted to rush home anxiously and got on a bus. Unexpectedly, this bus did not go to Qingyang Town at all. Ding Xiaomei only realized it when she got on the bus to buy a ticket. But at this time, she was already on the highway.

On the highway, the car owner was no longer as kind as he was before he coaxed her into the car.

Ding Xiaomei was afraid and did not dare to say anything. Fortunately, the car had to pass through the Qingyang Town area. Ding Xiaomei thought about waiting for the car to arrive in Qingyang Town, then get off the highway and walk home.

Late at night, the car had reached a place not far from Qingyang Town. The car owner woke up Ding Xiaomei who was sleeping, told her that Qingyang Town had arrived, and asked her to get out of the car and climb over the railing from the highway.

Ding Xiaomei was confused. She got out of the car and took out her luggage. Then she realized that the surroundings were dark and she didn't know where she was.

While she was wandering on the highway, a car came quickly, and she was suddenly surprised to see a woman on the highway. She could not brake in time. Poor Ding Xiaomei did not react at all, and fell on the highway, with her head just running over the wheel.

, died a horrible death.

It was not until later that a car passing by that there was a car accident and the police were called, but the car involved in the accident had already fled. Although the police have been tracing the whereabouts of the car involved in the accident, they have still not found any clues.

The traffic police found Ding Xiaomei's ID card on her body and confirmed her identity. When the bad news reached Aunt Wang's house, Aunt Wang suddenly fainted. Wang Xiaogen also regretted himself because of the loss of his beloved wife.

Because he missed his wife and asked her to come back, this led to a tragic disaster. His condition worsened rapidly, and he finally passed away seven days ago.

The aunt was wiping away tears when she talked about the emotional part. I was also lamenting over the tragic experiences of Ding Xiaomei and Wang Xiaogen. After pondering for a long time, I said to the aunt: "Aunt, they couple are really miserable people. You know that Aunt Wang burned her

Where is the paper warehouse? Please tell me, and I will ask my lama friend to perform a ritual for them to liberate them."

The aunt led me to a piece of grassland beside the field with suspicion, pointed to ashes and said, "It's right here. Look, the ashes are still there!"

I said to Auntie: "Auntie, thank you! Now let's ask Master Bama to do some spiritual salvation for them!"

Auntie looked at me doubtfully and left quietly. I called Master Bama and told him what Auntie had just said. Master Bama said: "If there is a place for him to burn paper, then

Easy to handle! It turns out that yesterday was Wang Xiaogen’s first seven, no wonder his ghost is so ferocious, trying to find you as a scapegoat!"

I said in confusion: "Master Bama, why do you say that the ghost of the first seven is very fierce? If he is really so powerful, how could he be able to disperse my soul with a golden light forced out of my body?"

Master Bama said: "Donor Mo, after this person dies, his soul starts to wander around. Only on the seventh day will there be ghost messengers to guide them home to see their relatives. If this person died with resentment,

Then his soul is full of hatred, and it will appear particularly fierce during the first seven days. If you said that a golden light in your body dispersed his soul, it may be because you have super spiritual power in your body. Anyway, I don’t know the specifics.

can not say it clearly."

I hesitated for a moment and said to Master Bama: "Master Bama, you said that the scattered souls will be reunited after seven days, right?"

Master Bama nodded, and I quickly said: "Master Bama, this Wang Xiaogen is also a pitiful person. He turned into a ghost and wanted to find me as a substitute. I don't hate him. Now I want to ask Master Bama to do a Dharma.

Let’s eliminate Wang Xiaogen’s resentment so that he can be reincarnated as soon as possible, okay?”

Master Bama praised me very much and always praised me for having a bodhisattva heart. He smiled and said: "Donor Mo, that is absolutely no problem. Although I don't have clairvoyance and supernatural powers like you, I have been practicing since I was a child and doing deeds to ghosts.
Chapter completed!