Taishang asks longevity

Chapter 33 The Cremator

After leaving the door of the morgue, there was a bang, and after closing the door, Li Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

In the morgue just now, there were too many ghosts, they all seemed to be staring at Li Changsheng and the three of them, and the ghosts inside were simply too courageous.

Ordinary ghosts, as long as they feel the breath of Taoist priests, will try their best to hide, but just now in the morgue, a ghost threatened Li Changsheng with words.

Now Li Changsheng understood why the funeral home had invited so many Taoist priests, but none of them could solve the problem of haunting.

Dare to feel that this haunted thing is not caused by one or two ghosts, but gathered together in batches.

Such a thing, if any Taoist priest came to encounter it, it would probably be a headache.

Because you have no way of knowing whether you can eliminate all the ghosts when you face the conflict directly. If you leave troubles behind, you will be easily retaliated.

People who cultivate the Tao are mostly lonely and poor, and that is what they are referring to.

People who practice Taoism do too much killing of demons and ghosts on weekdays, which will cause ghosts to retaliate, and often they cannot directly retaliate against Taoist priests, so they will pick people around Taoist priests to attack.

As the saying goes, "The king of Hades is aggressive, but the little devil is difficult to deal with", this is what he is talking about.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang saw something wrong with the expression on Li Changsheng's face, and asked, "Brother Li, what's wrong with you?"

Li Changchang let out a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid you don't know that there were a few ghosts lying on your backs in the morgue just now."

"what?"

Director Chen and Secretary Zhang's expressions changed drastically, and they were all stunned.

"This...Brother Li...don't scare us..." Secretary Zhang said tremblingly.

Li Changsheng sneered, and said, "I see that this funeral home of yours may not be so easy to resolve."

Curator Chen's complexion changed, and he said, "Brother Li, as long as you can help us solve the problem, I will give you any money."

Li Changsheng glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Tell me, how many Taoist priests were invited?"

Secretary Zhang said: "The funeral home invited three Taoist priests, and after they came, they all performed rituals, but this weird thing still happened. One Taoist priest was so frightened on the night of performing rituals. As if in a trance."

Li Changsheng nodded.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the Taoist priests invited probably also saw that there were a lot of ghosts in the funeral parlor, and they probably couldn't solve this problem, but in order to make a living, they just did a ritual ceremony to fool them around, just Get out of here quickly.

Curator Chen said cautiously: "Brother Li, what you just said didn't lie to us?"

Li Changsheng said: "Of course not. I chanted a mantra just now and grabbed your wrists just to drive those ghosts away."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Secretary Zhang and Curator Chen looked at each other after listening, with terrified expressions in their eyes.

I'm afraid after this time, the next time the two of them are asked to come to the morgue, they probably won't even go in if they are beaten to death.

Li Changsheng said, "Come on, take me to the crematorium."

"Okay, okay." Secretary Zhang nodded.

Curator Chen paused for a moment and said, "Brother Li, the cremator is not as evil as this morgue, is it?"

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

"it is good."

The three of them headed towards the crematorium.

The cremator is placed in a relatively large room. On weekdays, the cremation of corpses is sent here. It is relatively close to the hall of the funeral parlor.

Li Changsheng came here and took a look around, but he didn't see any major problems.

The room of the crematorium is relatively not overcast, and there are no traces of ghosts staying.

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang were a little worried.

Director Chen asked carefully: "Brother Li, is there anything here that needs our attention?"

Li Changsheng shook his head and said, "Go and get some orange leaves, use them to soak in water, and make it clear to the staff that before sending the corpse to the cremator, sprinkle the water soaked in orange leaves on the corpse, OK."

"Okay, okay, no problem."

Curator Chen and Secretary Zhang nodded quickly after hearing this.

Li Changsheng paused, and said: "Let's do this! I will do a ceremony for you in a few days. Before that, you should do as I said, that is, cut down all the locust trees in the yard and replace them Put up the pines and cypresses, and then ask someone to buy a statue of Guan Erye, and place it at the entrance of the morgue."

"Okay, okay, it's simple, I'll order someone to do it right away." Director Chen said.

Seeing that the matter was dealt with, Li Changsheng left the funeral home without staying too long.

Secretary Zhang arranged a place for Li Changsheng to rest. It was a small hotel above the town, but the facilities and environment were not bad.

After leaving the funeral home, Li Changsheng headed towards the hotel where he rested.

At this time, it is the afternoon time period.

On the streets of Qingshui Town, there are quite a few people coming and going.

This small town looks like a peaceful and tranquil place.

But Li Changsheng could feel that there was a strange aura hidden in the small town.

These auras seemed to have been hidden in the small town for a long time. With his sensitive intuition, although Li Changsheng could feel them, he couldn't find these weird things for a while.

"Hey, hey, little brother, I see you came out of the funeral home. Could it be that you are a Taoist priest hired by the funeral home?"

A voice sounded beside Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look.

I saw a middle-aged man with a mustache squatting on one side of the street, looking at Li Changsheng.

In front of the middle-aged uncle, there was a piece of yellow cloth with a big gossip drawn on it and the word "fortune-telling" written on it.

Li Changsheng was a little surprised that he did not expect to meet his peers.

It's just that I don't know if this charlatan is a liar, or a Taoist priest with some skills.

Li Changsheng smiled slightly, walked up to the man, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Your eyesight is quite good, I don't know what your name is?"

"It's easy to say." The middle-aged uncle smiled and said, "All the folks in Qingshui Town know me, just call me Wu Xianren."

"Wu Immortal?" Li Changsheng was taken aback for a moment, and said, "You often set up a fortune-telling stall here?"

Wu Xianren nodded and said, "Of course, and my fee is not expensive, and the quality is cheap."

Li Changsheng smiled and said, "Since you can solve the problem, why didn't the people in the funeral parlor come to you?"

After Wu Xianren heard this, he waved his hands and said, "No, no... This funeral parlor is too dark, so I won't cause trouble for myself just to make this money!"

"It seems that you know about this?" Li Changsheng was a little surprised and was taken aback.

"The whole town knows about the haunting of this funeral parlor." Immortal Wu slapped his thigh, and laughed "haha".

(End of this chapter)