Three, life and death face to face, look carefully

The fishing girl shouted so hard that Jiang Lang was so excited that he heard it. However, there was no way, he could only rush over with the bullet and saw a fishing girl with a gray face, her eyes full of panic.

"Fisher girl, are you sick? I'm just talking nonsense here, and besides a grave, where are there living people?" Jiang Lang hugged the fisher girl, comforting her and looking around.

"No, there are really three people. They took out a piece of porcelain plaque that was exactly the same, just put it together with that piece. If you don't believe it, look." The fishing girl calmed down and took Jiang Lang to see the foundation of the tombstone.

When Jiang Lang saw that there was indeed an extra porcelain card, and it was exactly the same, a man and a woman seemed to smile at him.

Jiang Lang was stunned for a moment. He reached out to touch it. The porcelain card was cold and it was really not fake. Am I dazzled?

Looking at the wild chrysanthemums next to the tomb, they suddenly grew wildly, forming a dense circle around the tomb, forming a huge wreath in yellow.

At this moment, a breeze blew across the sky. Jiang Lang and the fishing girl couldn't help but look up at the night sky, but saw a flash of stars, and the drizzle instantly sprinkled on the earth like a meteor. The fishing girl's eyelashes were wet, and Jiang Lang's hair was dripping. Looking at the chrysanthemums again, they were welcoming this rare nourishment.

In fact, it was Xiaojun's tears. She waved goodbye to Cheng An's tomb in the air. No matter how the drunkards beside her persuaded her, she couldn't stop crying.

Cheng An, please sleep well. When you are reincarnated, I will definitely take you to worship your previous life, come and see our couple's porcelain plaques, and enjoy the cute wild chrysanthemums together. Xiaojun is praying silently.

"Where are we going now?" the drunkard asked Meng Gong.

"Listen to Xiaojun." Meng Gong turned to Xiaojun.

"Well, I'm going to see where my body is placed and see if it's still as beautiful as before. I don't want to look ugly." Xiaojun stopped crying, she was going to face her body.

But Jiang Lang and Yumei below were in a mess, and they could not face everything that had just happened.

"Fisher girl, I heard before that some people have yin and yang eyes and can see ghosts. Now I believe it, so you can do it."

"You mean, you mean I saw the hell just now, right?"

"It's true, but don't be afraid. I believe those who are not evil spirits are just visiting the poor man."

"That's right, that girl is so beautiful and loves the man in the tomb. I don't believe how she is a ghost."

"Everyone said it was a sacrifice for love. Look, the chrysanthemums are all surrounded by a wreath. I think, let's leave here and go elsewhere. Qiantang River is so big, where is there no place to fish?"

"Okay, let me listen to you. God bless us and bless the man and woman who have committed suicide! If I have the chance, I will come to visit this cemetery, after all, I have a destiny to be with us."

"Fisher girl, you are the kindest. OK. Listen to you, let's drive the boat."

The fishing boat left and the river surface returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

It is late autumn now, and the maple forest in the west is red. Plums are a little intoxicated when they look at the red maple in the garden.

"It would be great if Sister Xiaojun could open her eyes to see it. She would definitely like the scenery here." Meizi was walking alone in the backyard. She was dressed in a nun now. Her braids had been slandered as bald, but she didn't care at all. As long as she could stay by Xiaojun's side, she would be satisfied.

Her favorite thing is to enter the stone chamber to accompany Xiaojun, lit the red candle inside and lit it brightly. It was just that Sanskrit secret order was needed to enter it, but she didn't. Therefore, only if the master is there, she could go in.

That day, the master suddenly said to her: "Miss Meizi, do you want to see your sister Xiaojun again? Do you want her to get up and talk to you?"

"Of course, I really want to do it, but Sister Xiaojun is dead, how could she talk to me?" Mei Zi nodded while looking at the Master in surprise.

"Hahaha, I thought to myself, it's all done. Look, they're here." The master smiled slightly, turned to the door of the stone chamber and said, "You're here, please come in!"

A shadow flashed and the three who came were Xiaojun, Jiugui and Meng Gong.

Although they are ghosts, the gesture that only requires a space conversion in front of the Master.

"Show up!" As the master roared and flicked his finger, Meizi suddenly saw Xiaojun walking towards her.

"Wow, Sister Xiaojun, you're back!" Meizi rushed over without hesitation, hugged Xiaojun and started crying.

Everything happened so suddenly that Xiaojun suddenly didn't recognize who the nun in front of her was, and there were still a few blood marks on her face, but from the sound she still knew that it was Miss Meizi.

"Plum, it's you!" Xiaojun also cried in tears, hugged Meizi and cried wildly.

However, when she saw her body lying quietly in the glass cabinet, Xiaojun became even more devastated. She walked over, stroked the cabinet, looked carefully and then, wanting to see how different she was in the past and now herself.

Fortunately, she slept peacefully, just like herself, her face was even a little rosy, but her tightly closed eyes became a thin line. Xiaojun still couldn't help crying as she looked at her body. Alas, her soul was watching her body through the glass. What kind of scene was that?

Don’t talk about Xiaojun himself or Meizi. Even the master, who is as stable as Mount Tai, is jealous and can’t help but want to come forward to help Xiaojun up.

The drunkard looked at the Master's appearance, but he felt a little familiar, so he unconsciously took a few more glances.

"Why, I won't recognize me so soon?" The master felt that the drunkard was secretly looking at her, and couldn't help but glance at him, "You should have returned the feather fan in your hand, right? How about it, is it working?"

"Ah, ah, sister nurse, it's you. No wonder I look so familiar. Remember, how dare I forget you?" The drunkard suddenly realized when he heard the master say this, "It's so useful, that fan is easy to use. I blew a crane into the sky with one wave."

"Haha, do you like the nurse sister or the teacher?" The teacher smiled.

"It's the same. I'll listen to your words anyway. I found the girl Dizi you mentioned and accompanied her here all the way. I did not let you down. If you don't do it well, please give me advice and I will do it." The drunkard said as he nodded and bowed.

"Fate is all fate! Did you find Miss Dizi? Very good! Whether it is a person, a ghost, or a god, it is fate that everyone can get together. Meng Gong, do you have the confidence to bring these two disciples?" The master asked Meng Gong, who was standing next to him, who had been silent.

"Ah, please don't worry, great god, I will do my best." Meng Gong bowed and replied. Although he didn't know what the master in front of him was, based on his intuition, she must be an unfathomable master. Otherwise, how could she easily convert the space between humans and ghosts? Perhaps, as soon as she took action, she might not be able to be destroyed. What is her ghost king?

"Okay, I'm relieved if you say that." The master nodded, then turned to Xiaojun who was crawling on the glass cabinet: "Xiaojun, you don't have to be sad. Things are not over yet. Look, aren't you very good now?"

"Master, I know you have always cared about me. This jade flute is also a gift you gave me. I like it very much, but now my husband is dead. His grave is on a grass slope by the river, but his soul has been reincarnated. I don't want to be separated from him, so I must wait until he is reincarnated and find me later. I also want my own body to be resurrected. No matter how I can't reunite with my husband, right?" Xiaojun raised her head and looked at the master. From the teacher's concerning eyes, she hoped to find an answer.

"Everything is possible, as long as you work hard," Master looked at Xiaojun and nodded affirmatively.

"Really, can I still be resurrected?" Xiaojun was really overjoyed.

"So, Sister Xiaojun isn't human now?" Mei Zi was confused when she heard it.

"Haha, of course not. Have you seen them?" The master smiled and waved his hand.

When the breeze blew, the surroundings were empty, and there were only Xiaojun lying in the quiet glass cabinet. Where were the three figures just now? Meizi suddenly realized.
Chapter completed!