Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 670
Ding Ermiao had no choice but to cheer up and continue doing the dojo, ringing the bell and singing.

Suddenly, with a casual glance, he found that Gu Qinglan and Ji Xiaoxiao were looking at him, with a little smile on their lips.It must be that his attempt to save his own life was a bit like the virtue of a dancing master, so that made them laugh.

Looking back, he saw Wan Junming kneeling at the end of the crowd, also looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"Watching me sing Lotus Falls, you are happy to hear it, right?" Ding Ermiao thought to himself and said to himself, you can watch it later.

Ding Ermiao continued to die amid the ringing of the bells, which sounded tight and loose.

"A glass of wine is worthy of praise. In the past, Peng Zu had a long life, but now it is not in vain. His life span is [-] years, and he will inevitably run into life and death. Life and death are in vain, and they will never leave a trace unless they draw their voices and faces on paper. Offer a glass of wine to the soul of the deceased, and give it to him as a gift. Go to the Heavenly Palace.

Two glasses of wine are worthy of praise and joy. The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have made great achievements, but now it is not seen that their efforts are in vain. The master of the mountains, rivers, society and the land cannot help but run for life or death.A break between life and death, a dream to Zhuang Zhou, even a pile of gold and jade can hardly be retained.Offer two glasses of wine to the soul of the deceased and send them to Daqiu.

Three glasses of wine is a great pleasure. Kong Xueyan is very talented, but now his efforts are in vain. He will die at the age of 32, and he will inevitably run into life and death.Life and death are in turmoil, the soul is dead in Nanke, and the cuckoo weeps and laments.I offer three glasses of wine to the dead souls and send them to Da Luo..."

Every time he sang a verse, the filial nephew would toast another glass of wine.

Ding Ermiao looked at the child. Kneeling for more than two hours was already tiring enough. Then she waved to Mr. Geography and motioned for the child to leave.

Then, Ding Ermiao pointed his hand and asked Wan Junming to kneel in front.

"I...?" Wan Junming was surprised and asked, pointing to his nose.

Logically speaking, I am a distant relative, and I belong to the soy sauce role in the funeral procession. How could it be my turn to toast and worship?
Ding Ermiao nodded with a solemn expression.

"Hurry up!" Mr. Geography also urged.

Wan Junming had no choice but to stand up, walk forward, and kneel down in front of the memorial tablet.

Seeing Wan Junming kneel down, Ding Ermiao continued to ring the bell and sang:
"The peonies are gorgeous, the flowers are not as red as a thousand days, and the man is handsome, how can he live for a hundred years? The blue luan cries, the white crane dances, the sun and the moon are as bright as the present and the past, the boy from the horizon comes to welcome him, drink three cups quickly and ascend to the purple mansion... ….The first sacrifice of oneself is completed, and the second sacrifice should be done.”

Mr. Geography was giving instructions and said to Wan Junming: "Pour the wine quickly and make a toast!"

In full view of everyone, Wan Junming didn't dare not listen, so he had to kneel on the ground, pour a glass of wine, and then pour it on the ground.

"The bright moon is in the sky, and it is round and missing. In life, it is inevitable to die and live again, and the change of life and death is like the cycle of the sun and the moon. Pay tribute to the souls of the dead, and offer two cups of wine..."

Wan Junming poured another glass of wine and made a toast.

Ding Ermiao continued to ring the bell and sang: "With a glass of wine and singing loudly, what happened in the past and present? The red sun sets in the west and the chariot arrives, and there are many tears on the fragrant grass at sunset. Take a cup of wine first, drink it drunkly, and don't say anything when it's full. Cup. Pour three cups of wine before the funeral..."

In the ringing of Dangdangdang, Wan Junming toasted for the third time, thinking in his heart, after this toast, he should have nothing to do with himself, right?
Who knows that Ding Ermiao shook the bell and opened his mouth again:
"A libation, a dream of yellow beams, where are the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors? Peng Zu lived a long life in eight hundred years, and Yan returned to his fairyland in four eighty years. Gan Luo was the prime minister in twelve years, and Taigong met King Wen in eighty years. The sea was boiling several times, and the mulberry fields were changing several times. Believe in knowing that there are cycles in nature. Life and death are destined, and wealth is in heaven. It is the same thing in ancient and modern times, and there is no need to regret it. Before preparing for the good results and dedicating them to the soul, there are thousands of words that are beyond words. I hope all your wishes will come true, and the money will be turned into paper. Before the spirit..."

Mr. Geography hurriedly handed the paper money to Wan Junming and pointed: "Burn the paper, burn the paper."

Wan Junming had no choice but to take the paper money and throw it into the brazier one by one.

"Two libations, Dream Village Zhou, who can live for hundreds of autumns? The water flows eastward under the sunset bridge, I advise you not to force it. Since ancient times, the country has remained the same, and the sorrow is thousands of miles long. Where is Shi's pavilion? Where does the Liangwang Garden exist? ? The vicissitudes of life have changed in Jiujiang Village, and it was a waste of time to settle down. Drink a pot of turbid wine, and the sun and the moon will grow longer while drunk. I will stop talking about my life and career, and seek the path to birth and heaven. Before I prepare shortbread cakes to offer sacrifices to the soul, there are thousands of words that I can't talk about. But May you be safe when you go in and out, and burn money to turn into paper in front of the soul..."

Wan Junming knelt so stiffly, but he didn't dare to get up, and continued to burn the paper following Ding Ermiao's command.

"Three libations, dreaming of Nanke, a hundred years passed by in an instant. The two suns and the moon rushed like a shuttle, jumping out of the sea of ​​suffering and leaving the river of love. Reciting the holy name and reciting the Jinke, all the sins were wiped out. Prepare the fragrant tea before offering the soul, There is no way to talk about it in a thousand words. But I hope my wish can come true, and burn money and turn it into paper in front of the soul..."

dang dang dang...

Ding Ermiao tortured Wan Junming while paying attention to the situation on the tablet.

After such a long period of chanting sutras, chanting mantras, toasting wine and offering tea, the tablet gradually stopped trembling. It seemed that the great achievement was in sight.

Hearing Ding Ermiao's funny and rhyming songs, the room was completely silent, and everyone listened attentively.Gu Qinglan and Ji Xiaoxiao became more energetic and came forward to listen to Ding Ermiao continue singing.

"A white cloud is floating in the sky. Yesterday, the fairy family went to Pantao. At dawn and dusk, there was no trace. Suddenly, I heard the sky calling for labor. I drank tea and dreamed of Huangliang. How often is life? Yan returned to the fairyland on the [-]th. Since ancient times, the three emperors and the five emperors have inevitably... Impermanence.”

Mr. Geography came again to give Wan Junming some advice and said: "Prepare tea, offer tea!"

Wan Junming almost collapsed. He supported the ground with one hand and poured tea with the other. He wanted to pour the tea in Ding Ermiao's face.

"A round of red sun sinks to the west, and the voice is full of voices outside the sky. Unconsciously, the colorful clouds give birth to feet, and go to Pengying with the fairies. Erdiancha, Mengzhuang Zhou, how autumn is life? The water flows eastward under the sunset bridge, and there are flowers and weeds everywhere. , always floating..."

"More tea, more tea!" Mr. Geography came to give instructions again.

Wan Junming poured another cup of tea and poured it on the ground.

"Yesterday, I practiced the catastrophe at home, and white flowers bloomed under the winter moon mountain. There are no shops on the road to the underworld, and my soul offers three cups of tea. Three cups of tea, Meng Nanke, what is the shape of life? The two rounds of the sun and the moon are as fast as a shuttle, and the mulberry fields and the sea are full of changes. Time is passing away..."

This time Wan Junming had mastered the rhythm. Without waiting for Mr. Geography's instructions, he poured a cup of tea and poured it on the ground.

Then, Wan Junming straightened up and whispered to Mr. Geography: "I... need to urinate urgently. I need to go to the toilet!"

Mr. Geography didn't dare to make decisions, so he looked at Ding Ermiao with his eyes.

Ding Ermiao glared at Wan Junming and said, "Kneel down and don't talk nonsense!" Before Wan Junming could speak, Ding Ermiao rang the bell again and continued to save the souls.

While singing on his lips, Ding Ermiao was smiling evilly in his heart.This Wan Junming, if you give him cabbage, he won't accept it. Today, I want to show him how powerful he is.He just happened to take this opportunity to avenge himself, which made him wet his pants!

Wan Junming's face turned blue from holding back, and he knelt on the ground, his body swaying, as if he would fall down at any time.

Ding Ermiao recited the scriptures for another half an hour, looking at the tablet of the deceased, there was already a peaceful atmosphere.Looking at Wan Junming in front of him, he couldn't hold on any longer, so he sped up his speech, and thus ended the Doom of Death.

"We bid farewell to the souls of the dead, and we will never see you again in the Huatang. The dojo is full tonight to send the souls to the Nangong. We have always summoned the souls of the dead, and they go as they go, and go as they go. There is no need to hesitate this time. Langyuan Penghu has a different world, and this is not where the souls are left. Earth! - The Three Pure Ones are as urgent as laws and regulations!"

dang dang dang...

After a few more bells, Ding Ermiao waved and said, "The dojo is complete, everyone get up."

It was already dusk outside the door, and I had been doing it for several hours in a dojo of death.

Wan Junming stood up as if he was receiving an amnesty.Who knew that he had been kneeling for a long time and his legs were already numb. As soon as he got up, he fell to the ground with a plop.

Mr. Geography beamed with joy and commanded the master, saying: "Now there are no restrictions and the mourning hall can be removed. Thank you so much to this master, otherwise we would be in big trouble today!"

Ji Xiaoxiao also came up, took Ding Ermiao's hand and said, "Ermiao, you sing so well. Your lyrics, if paired with music, are guaranteed to be better than pop songs."

Ding Ermiao fainted and couldn't laugh or cry.Gu Qinglan also pursed her lips and smiled.

The host family is delighted to have a son and has saved the souls of the dead, so it is natural to express a lot of gratitude.When the food and wine were served, Mr. Geography and the host stood up and toasted with great respect.

Mr. Geography held the cup and said: "Master Ding, you saved this child. Why don't you give the child a name?"

"Yes, yes, please ask Master Ding to give the child a name." The host agreed repeatedly.

"This child's life should not have been cut off. It was also a gift from God. Let's call it God's gift." Ding Ermiao said.The owner's surname is Huang, Huang Tianci. This name is catchy and quite majestic.

So everyone was happy, and the host and guest parted happily.The host family gave me several thousand yuan as a thank you fee.But Ji Xiaoxiao saw that the Huang family was not wealthy, so he declined the money.

Back at Zhou Laifeng's house, it was already twelve o'clock at night.

Ding Ermiao released Miao Caigu and said, "You can go to Wan Junming's house. Gu Zixuan has already agreed, so go ahead and do it."

Miao Caigu blushed, nodded, and walked away.

Ding Ermiao worked hard all day, so he went to bed without waiting for news from Miao Caigu.

Nothing to say all night.

But early the next morning, Ding Ermiao was woken up by Lao Zhou.

"Brother Ding, Wan Junming from the village ahead is here to beg you for help. Do you want to go take a look?"

That arrives so fast?Ding Ermiao smiled, got dressed, washed up, and then went downstairs.

When he came downstairs, Ding Ermiao was surprised when he saw Wan Junming's virtue!
This guy was originally fair and tender, but overnight, he shriveled up a lot. His face became sallow and thin, his eyes were sunken, and his hair was as messy as a chicken coop...

Let me go, Miao Caigu went a little too far and actually sucked her into a human and fucked her!
Also coming with Wan Junming were Wan Junming's parents. The family of three looked sad and sighed.

As soon as they saw Ding Ermiao, they were like seeing a savior. They hurried over and said with a smile: "Hello, Master Ding, we meet again. We are..."

Ding Ermiao waved his hand and said, "I know, I know you. Aren't you the relatives of the Huang family yesterday? I saw you at the Huang family yesterday."

"Yes, yes..." Wan Junming's father took out a cigarette and said with a smile: "Master Ding, there is a ghost in our house, and we have come to ask for your help."

"Ah? Is there such a thing?" Ding Ermiao pretended to be surprised and said, "Don't be impatient. Speak slowly and tell me."

(End of this chapter)