Mad Son-in-law

The next day was the birthday of Wang Jie's mother, Wang Yajun, which is the so-called day of death.

The first death day of the deceased is the big day second only to the anniversary.

Wang Bojun showed full sincerity.

In addition to the Wang family's clan members, those invited were all large families who had been in friendship with the Wang family for decades.

The entire commemoration process was arranged by Fu Gui himself, and the event was hosted by Wang Bojun's second aunt, Yang Wanwan.

At nine o'clock in the morning, when it was time, all the Wang family members gathered outside the Wang family's ancestral hall.

As the chief priest, Wang Jie brought Zhang Dabiao, Lin Huang, Zan Xichuan and Hao Meng as his slave sacrifices.

Originally, Fu Gui arranged for him to worship Wang Yuan, Wang Yi, Yang Ding, and Hao Zhichen. Wang Xuan and Xiu Mo are bigger than Wang Jie, so they are not suitable for sacrifice. However, when things came to an end, Wang Jie refused.

Before the cause of his mother's death was found out, he didn't want anyone related to the Wang family to sacrifice to his mother. What if one of them was his enemy? Isn't that a kind of disrespect to the mother?

Because it was a sacrifice to his daughter-in-law, Wang Bojun was inconvenient to be there, so the scene was handed over to Yang Wanwan. Yang Baiwan is the outstanding one among the relatives of the Wang family, and he has a very high status in Wang Bojun. Otherwise, such a big ceremony would not be entrusted to him.

Before the sacrifice, Wang Xuan walked up, specially hugged Wang Jie, and comforted him in a low voice: "Nine-nine, do everything! Obey the destiny! Everything has a beginning and an end! The sorrow and change, if the second aunt is alive in the sky, I don't want you to be too much. Sad."

"Thank you, big brother!" Wang Jieruo said profoundly: "Unfortunately, I failed to do everything, let alone understand the destiny. Yesterday my mother gave me a dream and said that she was in pain all over her body, but I couldn't comfort her. I was surprised. , Why does my mother say in her dream that there is a fire next to her?"

Wang Xuan frowned and said, "Thank a dream? Did you really dream of your second aunt?"

"Yeah!" Wang Jie nodded and said sadly: "In my dream, there are black and white impermanence walking with my mother. The two ecstatic messengers apologized to me again and again, saying that my mother's life is not exhausted. The wicked make trouble from it. Brother, what do you think I should do? How can I relieve her pain."

Wang Xuan had just returned from abroad, and actually didn't know the truth. Hearing what Wang Jie said, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Brother, probably you think about it day by day, and you will have more dreams at night. Relax! Everything will pass. "

Speaking intentionally, the listener naturally thought, Fu Gui frowned on the side, his face changed.

"The hour has come, and the memorial ceremony begins!" Yang Baiwan exclaimed: "Play mourning music, fire cannons. Happy stop."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole ancestral hall was filled with solemnity.

"Open the curtain and give a big ceremony. A filial son will be mourned when he starts to prostrate. Everyone from the ceremonial court bows their heads!"

Wang Jie knelt in front of the ancestral hall, and the four Zhang Dabiao began to thank everyone in Wang Jie's court.

Just when the four people had bowed their heads for three times, and everyone should pay back, Yang Wanwan suddenly smiled in secret, and then said solemnly: "Wait a minute, what is your zodiac sign for the five-big and three-crude slave sacrifice?"

Zhang Dabiao was startled, obviously talking about himself, and hurriedly said, "I belong to the tiger."

"Oh, then I'm sorry, the tigers and monkeys are facing each other, you and the deceased are not in the same zodiac, you can't be sacrificed." Yang Wanwan lightly raised the corner of his mouth and said seriously.

Wang Jie frowned, unhappy, Yang Baiwan seemed to be deliberate. Why didn't he say when he was choosing people just now? Also, he remembers that Mingming Wangxuan is also a tiger, why can he be sacrificed?

"Little girl, excuse me, are you going to have a good time?" Yang Baiwan asked quietly.

Hao Meng blushed a little, and in the crowd, why did he even ask about this? But for Wang Jie, she still blushed and whispered: "Five days have passed!"

"No!" Yang Wanwan's face condensed, fearing that no one in front of the temple could hear the ordinary, and said loudly: "Women who are filthy, can't enter the temple for seven days. And you, this older friend, your eyebrows The red dot is..."

"You..." Hao Meng was anxious and almost had an attack on the spot.

Zan Xichuan sneered in his heart and said lightly: "I got angry and got an acne."

"Ah, that won't work!" Yang Wanwan said, "Brows are red, and misfortune arises from it. Although it is a common saying, to show respect for the deceased, you should go out and wait!"

Zan Xichuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He is well versed in the principles of Buddhism and is familiar with the six funeral methods. This is the first time I have heard that because he has an acne, he will not be allowed to sacrifice.

"This gentleman, yes, that's you!" Yang Baiwan set his gaze on Lin Huang and smiled: "It stands to reason that there is nothing wrong with you, but you and the three just now have been together. , Youdao is a simple blessing and a lot of bad luck, so you also..."

"So, I can't sacrifice to Mr. Wang, right?" Lin Huang forced.

Yang Wanwan nodded, glanced contemptuously, and stopped speaking.

Asshole, this is obviously intentional.

"Second-uncle, according to what you said, I and them are also together all day long, can't I also make sacrifices?" Wang Jie said coldly.

Yang Wanwan smiled and said, "Why? Although you called me uncle, I should have called your nephew, but you are the young master of the Wang family, and you are also the vice president of the group. Confronting you. Besides, today is your mother's big day. You are the chief priest. What is the point if you are not allowed to go on?"

"You still know that I am the chief priest!" Wang Jie said grimly: "Please respect my friends. If you think they can't join the priesthood, why didn't you say it earlier, have to wait for them to bow before everyone before driving them out? "

"Don't you just knocked three heads? They wouldn't care!" Yang Wanwan said innocently, "Little Master, this is how you think about it. I didn't think about it so much. I also wanted to ask them temporarily. Yes, who knows that they are not eligible for sacrifice. Or, you choose four more from the clan descendants?"

"Forget it!" Wang Jie gave Yang Wanwan a cold look, and said to Zhang Dabiao and others: "You guys just wait here."

"Yes, Brother Jie!" Zhang Dabiao nodded.

Wang Jie had already heard about it. Originally, Yang Baiwan was one of the candidates for the vice president. He was the first to jump out and attack himself, relying on himself to control the human resources of the Wang family. There is no doubt that it was because he took the position of vice president and replaced him.

Fortunately, before returning to the Wang family, the Wang family clan can't move his hands for the time being, so let's practice with you Yang Wanwan!

"Young Master, please!" Yang Wanwan squinted his eyes and said loudly with a smile: "Shangxiang, Xianjue, and kowtow."

Wang Jie held back his anger and walked towards the ancestral hall.

At this moment, Yang Baiwan suddenly spoke again: "Wait a minute, little master. Come on, clean water and fire."

As soon as the voice fell, four people put on two shelves.

The one in front is a basin of golden water, it should be something like sulfur dan sand placed in it. The shelf behind is a pot of charcoal fire, and the scarlet charcoal is also braving the blue flame.

"What does this mean?" Wang Jie turned his head and looked at Yang Baiwan and forced him to ask.

"Young Master, don't get me wrong!" Yang Wanwan said politely: "Back then, you caused the ancestral hall to be flooded, do you remember? A fire burned the ancestral hall and caused your father's bad luck. Eight years later, you came back for the first time. When you enter the ancestral hall, you should use water, clean your hands to show your heart of repentance, and clean your body with fire, which means removing filth. Would you care? This is for the royal clan and for your own good."

Zhang Dabiao and Lin Huang clenched their fists when they heard this. Isn't this a naked humiliation?

The son offered sacrifices to his mother and had to cleanse his hands and body. What's more ridiculous is that to mention what happened back then was not just to sit on the name of Wang Jie's broom star, and then sprinkle salt on the wound?

"Take these things away!"

Wang Jie said coldly.

Yang Wanwan said loudly: "Why?"

"Because Lao Tzu's surname is Wang, and your surname is Yang. This is the ancestral hall of the Wang family. The surname of the king has the final say!" Wang Jie said grimly, "Now it is the royal sacrifice. I am happy and call you uncle. I am not happy. You... yes. For me, it's nothing!"