After learning more about him, I found out that Wu Xinwei had not had a good time in Hong Kong this year. He did not hear any unusual sounds, but every night as soon as he fell asleep he would feel like he was falling into an ice cellar. After waking up, his hands and feet would be numb for a long time due to the cold. At first he thought he was sick, but after examination, no problems were found. Later, even the functions of his hands and feet were impaired. He had no choice but to go to Thailand to seek help from a famous Dharma King after being introduced by a Taiwanese colleague.

Unexpectedly, he was turned away. The King of Dharma did not want to see him, but only gave Wu Xinwei two pendants and asked him to wear them on his left wrist and right ankle respectively. After Wu Xinwei did as he was told, the coldness in his hands and feet did disappear, but a few days later, a dark blue mark inexplicably appeared on his chest. At first, he thought he had accidentally bumped into something, but as time went by, the dark blue mark did not disappear, and even gradually turned into the shape of a baby's palm.

He sat down on the sofa and sighed dejectedly, "At this point, I vaguely guessed it might be related to... the child we aborted. I came back this time to find a way to put this matter to rest. I've been looking for you, but I can't find you." Wu Xinwei looked up at Sisi and said, "I'm sorry, Sisi, I've hurt you."

Sisi's expressionless face finally became moved, and two lines of tears flowed out, but neither of them had any further emotional outburst. One stood silently crying, and the other sat on the sofa dejectedly like a wilted eggplant.

I said, "We are here for this matter. The two masters outside the door are knowledgeable masters. If Mr. Wu really wants to resolve this trouble, please invite them in to talk."

"Will it be useful? The Dharma King of Thailand is highly renowned throughout Southeast Asia, but he can't solve my problem."

"What he can't solve may not be unsolvable by us. We each have our own way."

After hearing what I said, Wu Xinwei hesitated for a moment, but finally notified the security guard through the access control system to let them in. After Wu Tianxiong and Luo Tianbao entered the room, Wu Xinwei became much more polite. He stood up and asked, "Would you like coffee or tea? Sisi wants Blue Mountain coffee."

Sisi said calmly, "Mineral water is fine. I haven't drunk coffee for a long time."

After brewing the tea, Wu Xinwei said, "It's meaningless to say who's right or wrong now. I'm not a heartless bastard. I will do my best to make amends to the child and Sisi. Do you have any ideas for solving this problem?"

"Since Mr. Wu already knows what's going on, I won't explain it again. However, you must understand one thing: we're not exorcists, but rather funeral facilitators. So, our method is to bury the child's body and then invite a high monk to perform a ritual . In other words, we're building a grave for the child."

Wu Xinwei nodded and said, "You guys can do whatever you want. I will fully cooperate."

"This child died unjustly. He made trouble because he had nowhere to go. After he is buried, his soul will have a resting place and will not bother you anymore." Wu Tianxiong said.

"Okay, then let's build a grave for the child as soon as possible. We have killed his life, and we must not let him become a wandering soul again." Wu Xinwei said something sensible.

Wu Tianxiong said, "Okay, since we've reached an agreement, let's do it this way. But first, we have to hold the ceremony in this room. Except for the two of you, no one else can stay."

The "irrelevant" person he was referring to was the "substitute player". Wu Xinwei immediately went upstairs to communicate with her. A moment later, he heard quarreling sounds coming from upstairs. The woman was shouting and scolding in a sharp tone.

Wu Xinwei was able to speak calmly at first, but later, out of anger, he shouted, "I can no longer tolerate you. Get out of here."

"So easy to get out? How am I going to handle the days you've been messing with me?"

"You just want money, I'll give it to you." After about four or five minutes, we heard hurried footsteps. The woman, neatly dressed, came down from upstairs carrying a bulging package, walked past us arrogantly, and slammed the door and left.

Then, Wu Xinwei, looking haggard, staggered down from upstairs and asked, "Can we do it now?"

Wu Tianxiong said crisply: "Open the altar."

The so-called "opening of the altar" is to set up a Dharma altar. This is the first time I have seen a Dharma altar in real life. This kind of Dharma altar set up according to local conditions is actually not complicated. It is just a pair of bedside tables put together, covered with red cloth, and various fruits and offerings are placed on it. Wu Tianxiong changed into a gray Taoist robe with gold and silver threads, and then he assigned a "task" to each of us. Sisi and Wu Xinwei wore mourning clothes, holding lanterns, and calling the children to come home after the ritual. The voice should be sad and miserable. Luo Tianbao and I were on both sides of the altar, waving the soul-calling flags.

The spirit-calling banner we used was a triangular flag with black writing on a white background. The word "return" was written on each side. After everything was arranged, Wu Tianxiong instructed the two men, "After I light the incense and pray, and insert the incense into the incense burner, you will begin calling the child home. Don't stutter. The call must be effective in calling back the child's soul for burial."

After saying this, he placed the jade box containing the child among the offerings. Looking at this "small coffin ", I suddenly felt extremely sad. A life was killed so casually. If that was the case, why create it?

Wu Tianxiong closed his eyes and chanted the "Purifying Mouth Mantra" before starting the fasting and offering ceremony.

The house was not big, and his movements were not big either. He just walked back and forth along the altar with strange steps, as if he was dancing an extremely clumsy Latin dance. I wanted to laugh several times, but held it back.

Then he began to chant a spell, and I couldn't understand what he was chanting. After he finished chanting the spell, he shook his left hand, and a flame suddenly ignited between his two fingers. He lit three incense sticks and shook his hand, and the flame turned into a black gas that curled up.

When Wu Tianxiong bowed three times and inserted the tribute incense into the incense burner in front of the jade coffin, Wu Xinwei and Sisi began to shout repeatedly, "Child, come back...." And we also began to wave the command flags in our hands in response to these calls.

At first, their voices were a little dry. After shouting for a while, perhaps because of the sadness, Sisi's voice became more desolate and painful. Wu Xinwei was infected by this and shouted more and more sadly. It made my back teeth numb.

Strangely enough, as the two people cried out in sorrow, the flames in the room began to flicker more and more frequently, and the three incense sticks burned at a speed significantly faster than normal, as if someone was blowing hard at the burning point with their mouth. What was even more strange was that the incense ash did not stop, and after burning for a long section, the incense ash stood straight up and could be seen very clearly.

Later, the white lanterns in the hands of the two people suddenly went out, and the incense ashes collapsed into the furnace.

Wu Tianxiong signaled us to stop, then respectfully covered the jade coffin with a white cloth and said to him twice, "The child's soul has taken over."

Although we didn't understand the ritual of summoning the dead, everyone saw the strange vision clearly, so they naturally had no doubts. Sisi then knelt in front of the jade coffin and burst into tears.

After she finished crying, Wu Tianxiong said, "It's not over yet. Tomorrow we will go to your hometown to build a mourning hall and perform rituals. You will be buried in the grave seven days later."

Wu Xinwei nodded with red eyes and said, "Master, just tell me what reward you need."

Wu Tianxiong didn't hold back and said, "The fee for setting up the altar is 30,000, the cost of making the coffin will be calculated separately, the fee for setting up the mourning hall is 8,000, and the daily ritual is 7,800. You need to give me 92,600 first."

This price shocked me. It was equivalent to the cost of renovating two luxury houses. My work was dirty and tiring, and I often encountered unreasonable homeowners who found fault and deliberately paid less or even no money. However, a ritual only took one or two hours from start to finish, and I easily earned more than 90,000 yuan.

It's really frustrating to compare yourself with others .

Sisi sighed slightly and said, "Why bother changing the coffin? Isn't the material of this jade coffin good enough?"

Wu Tianxiong said, "This child was strangled by his parents before he was even born. His soul, devoid of any blessings, cannot bear the thought of being buried in a jade coffin. He must be buried simply, otherwise something bad will happen."

A simple burial would already cost over 90,000 yuan. What about a lavish burial? How much would that be? I speculated inwardly.

Wu Xinwei walked behind Sisi and wanted to help her up and said, "Sisi, let the master take care of everything." Sisi immediately broke free, then got up and sat down on the sofa in the corner of the room, away from him.