Burning Incense In The bedroom Was Mistaken As A Fortune Teller

Chapter 266 Give my son three sticks of incense

On the west side of the compound, there is a temporary shed.

There was only one thing in it, and that was a coffin.

The vermilion lacquered coffin was placed in front of the crowd.

This has already made today’s atmosphere even more eerie.

Mr. Fan has a wide range of contacts in the circle, and most of the people here know Mr. Fan.

And Zhang Erzhi is also known by many people, but now these people have not said hello.

Just a look to say hello.

This is out of respect for the dead.

No matter what happened to Chen Gaohao during his lifetime, making noise in front of the dead is disrespectful.

The people present are all Taoist people, and they are all about this rule.

Of course, more than anyone else, must obey.

However, these people are more focused on Wang Daye.

These people know what’s going to happen today.

They were very curious who Wang Daye was.

Where did the news come from the south.

That Wang Daye was a young man, and now Wang Daye is in the group.

Only Wang Daye can be considered a young man.

At this moment, Chen Mangfeng was standing beside the two old men.

Today he is also wearing a white linen shirt with black circles on his arms.

I saw Wang Daye and his group walk in.

210 Chen Mengfeng’s eyes flashed a vicious look.

But it was captured by Wang Daye.

The eyes of the two exchanged, and both sides saw murderous intent in each other’s eyes.

Chen Mangfeng wanted to kill Wang Daye to avenge his son.

Wang Daye wants to get rid of Chen Mangfeng and solve the threat to his family.

Today, the two are destined, only one of them can leave alive.

Wang Daye and his party sat down on a row of tables and chairs on the left.

The two old men, Zhang Erzhi and Fan Lao, walked towards the two old men beside Chen Mangfeng.

At the same time, two other old people also walked out from the crowd.

The six of them gathered together and were discussing something in a low voice.

“Four of the six are directors of the Taoist Association, and two of them are on Chen Mangfeng’s side.”

Just when Wang Daye was curious about the identity of the remaining four old people.

Old Man Fan leaned into Wang Daye’s ear and explained to Wang Daye in a low voice.

The six old people were still discussing there.

On the field, Chen Mangfeng also took action.

He led a group of Chen family disciples to the coffin.

There were several men wearing Taoist talismans, who were gently playing flutes and suonas.

Suddenly, Chen Mangfeng held the coffin and burst into tears.

A middle-aged man on the side said: “Wuhu, the sky is ruthless.”

“Wicked people make mischief, bring disasters or not, and relatives mourn, they can overcome.”

“My biological father is sad, what a pain!”

“Ancient mourns the earth, Fusang rests in heaven, and the Yellow River mourns for a long time.”

“Shanchuan’s heartbroken, heir of the Chen family.”

“Honorable name Wei, loyal and kind, diligent, kind to others, and lofty aspirations.”

“It’s helpless that the sky is unfair, and people are plotting against it, and I’m so sad.”

“When the autumn wind rises and the autumn sun is cool, my son will not return when he leaves.”

“The grief is desolate, and the relatives are heartbroken.”

“Woohoo! The first time I heard the bad news, the cold wind even made me cry, and the snow was filled with sadness.”

“The cloud of sorrow and sorrow, the desire to go is often, my son Chen Gaohao pursues the affairs of the masses.”

“Following the principles of righteousness, imparting pen powder to fans, calling books in a clear voice, honoring the virtuous and loving the father’s longevity, and discussing the quality of the teacher…”

The entire compound was very close, and only the chants of middle-aged men drifted slowly in the compound.

It was complemented by the low wailing music.

Many people’s emotions have been infected and become depressed.

“This Chen Mangfeng is too shameless. He doesn’t know what kind of virtue his son is.”

“This sacrificial text writes about his son’s first-class loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness.”

Su Chen also followed, and he couldn’t help but spat.

However, Wang Daye has no interface, Su Chen doesn’t know the rules, but he can’t talk randomly.

When a person dies like a lamp goes out, it is taboo to speak ill of each other in front of a person’s coffin.

Even the ceremonial text of Chen busy (cgbe) peak is simply made up.

Wang Daye could not refute either.

After the middle-aged man read for a while, suddenly, his eyes turned to Wang Daye’s side.

The voice turned and became high-pitched and angry.

“Killing to pay for life, paying back debts, injustice in heaven, and wicked people still exist.”

“The dead are uneasy, the relatives are mourning, and the long song should be crying.”

“If forgetting people have a spirit, you should return on the Huangquan Road, and your soul will return to take revenge!”

The last syllable of the middle-aged man’s Xi character dragged on for a long time.

A person beside Wang Daye suddenly stood up.

He said in a low voice, “The Chen family still wants to call for their lives. I really think Wang Daye is easy to bully.”

Wang Daye said lightly: “Don’t be impulsive, if he wants to summon his soul, let him do it.”

“Black and white have their own destiny. Chen Gaohao’s ghost can do anything to me.”

Wang Daye sneered, watching the middle-aged man chanting the Spiritual Charm.

He is not afraid of Chen Gaohao’s life, let alone a ghost.

Woohoo!

As soon as the middle-aged man’s spirit spell came out, a gust of wind blew in the mourning hall.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the makeshift shed was blown loudly.

Seeing this, Chen Mangfeng cried even more with grief.

People who don’t know it will really think how innocent his Chen family is.

At least, there are quite a few people here now.

Looking at Wang Daye’s eyes a little bad.

These people don’t know what Chen Gaohao is like.

But Chen Mangfeng’s grief from the white-haired man to the black-haired man was right in front of them.

Compared with Wang Daye’s expressionless face, these people will naturally stand on the Chen family’s side.

“Mr. Wang, my son is dead, no matter what kind of grievance you two have.” “You are willing to give my son three incense sticks.”

Chen Mangfeng suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red, he looked at Wang Daye, and asked loudly. “Chen Mangfeng is trying to get a head start, and wants to overpower you first.”

“Don’t be fooled by him. Anyway, you and Chen Mangfeng will never die. Don’t pay attention to his words.” The person beside Wang Daye discouraged Wang Daye.

However, Wang Daye smiled and gave them a reassuring look.

Chen Mangfeng wanted to use this to attack his aura.

You can only shoot yourself in the foot.

“What’s wrong, it’s just that I’m afraid of Chen Gaohao, he can’t bear my three sticks of incense.” Wang Daye stood up and slowly walked towards Chen Gaohao’s mourning hall.

The deceased is the greatest.

After a person dies, everything should be put down.

Chen Mangfeng knew this, so he would say such words to Wang Daye.

If Wang Daye really worshipped, his momentum would be suppressed by Chen Mangfeng.

If you don’t worship, it will inevitably give other people a stingy feeling. .