"You haven't eaten half a grain of rice for three meals. No matter what, you have to go downstairs and eat some porridge." Yang Ruoqing said to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu said: "At this time, I don't feel hungry even if I don't eat for three days. Qing'er, please don't force me. I really have no appetite."

Yang Ruoqing said: "If you don't have breakfast, I won't take you there."

Xiaoyu frowned, having no choice but to follow Yang Ruoqing's arrangement and go to the hall downstairs.

In the hall, many diners who came to have morning tea and breakfast had gathered, and everyone was discussing the same thing.

Regarding the Ning family, it has been a hot topic in Qing'an County these days.

"Did you hear about it? The short-lived young master of the Ning family died suddenly early yesterday morning. I heard that his ghost lingered after his death and made a lot of noise!" said diner A.

"Ah? Is there such a thing? How to make a scene?" Diner B asked curiously.

Diner A lowered his voice and said, "It's haunted!"

"What? It's haunted?"

"Well, it's just haunted."

"I heard that last night, the whole Ning Mansion was in a state of panic. It was so fierce!"

"Oh, is there really a ghost in this world? Stop being alarmist, it will make people's hair stand on end!"

"I'm not lying. My brother works as an errand in the inner courtyard of Ning Mansion. He said it."

"I also heard that the housekeeper of the Ning Mansion went to a temple in the suburbs of the county today. I am afraid that he will invite Abbot Cining to come over to calm things down..."

"Abbot Cining? He is an eminent monk. Most of the officials and wives in the county believe in him."

"Even Abbot Cining was alarmed. This shows how violent the Ning Mansion was last night!"

"Can it not be cruel? That Mr. Ning died without a cause at such a young age. How can this resentment not be heavy?"

"Hey, it's a pity for Mr. Ning, but it's even more pity for Miss Han. Her husband died suddenly before she even entered her husband's house. Hey!"

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, sighed, and talked endlessly.

At the table here, Yang Ruoqing, Xiao Yu and others also listened to every word.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Xiaoyu worriedly, and saw Xiaoyu's tears falling again.

"Brother Ning must have a lot of unwillingness to do this. Qing'er, I want to see Brother Ning!" Xiaoyu cried.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Let's go there together."

This time, the three of them were once again blocked at the gate of Ning's house.

"Why aren't we allowed in to pay our respects?" Xiaoyu asked anxiously, "Didn't Tangyazi show his identity token? Why aren't we allowed in?"

Yang Ruoqing comforted Xiao Yu: "It's not specifically aimed at us, but no one can enter."

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang quickly took over the conversation: "Yes, the housekeeper told me earlier that Abbot Cining is in the mansion, and the funeral has to be postponed. Relatives and friends will be notified later."

"I've arrived at the door, but I still can't see Brother Ning, Brother Ning..."

Xiaoyu's vision went dark and she almost fainted again, but fortunately Yang Ruoqing caught her in time.

"Let's go back first and wait for the news after we get back." Yang Ruoqing said.

Xiaoyu shook her head, "I won't go back, I'll just wait here..."

"There's not even an inn on the road here. If you just stand here and wait, you'll get sick." Yang Ruoqing advised.

Xiaoyu shook her head.

So what if you get sick? It would be better if you died...

Yang Ruoqing tried to persuade her again, but Xiaoyu still refused to leave.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to ask Luo Fengtang to drive the carriage over, and sat on the carriage with Xiaoyu to wait.

Opposite, the door of Ning Mansion was kept tightly closed until dark...

Xiaoyu just kept sitting on the carriage, looking at the gate of Ning Mansion, looking at it dreamily, as if she was stupid.

In Ning Mansion, sadness and fear shrouded the whole house like an invisible veil.

Under the corridor, the white lanterns swayed in the night wind.

A gust of wind came, and white flags danced wildly, casting ferocious shadows on the ground and walls. A thick smell of death came, and the entire Ning Mansion was like a hell haunted by ghosts.

The maids and servants did not dare to walk alone. At this time, in the extremely depressed atmosphere in the mourning hall, the cries of the women sounded so miserable and tragic.

"Su'er, my son..."

"You are so cruel. If a white-haired person gives a black-haired person, how will your mother survive? My son..."

Mrs. Ning sat beside the golden nanmu coffin and burst into tears.

He slapped the coffin with both hands, and no matter how many daughters around him tried to persuade him, they couldn't stop it.

"Mom, my brother's bad fortune and short life are his fault. There's nothing we can do about it!"

"Mom, please show your condolences and take care of yourself. My brother is gone. If you do anything bad again, what should we do..."

"Sister is right, mother, you can't cry anymore. Grandma can't bear the blow and has fallen ill."

"My mother has to make the final decision regarding my brother's death. What should I do if my mother falls ill again?"

Several girls were crying and persuading. Looking at the coffin of their only brother, the women cried together.

"Madam, Master, we are coming to the mourning hall with Abbot Cining." The housekeeper hurried in to deliver the message.

Mrs. Ning and others quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, moving to one side of the mourning hall.

Soon, a middle-aged man came in accompanied by a monk dressed as a senior monk.

Behind the two of them, there were two young novice monks.

After entering the mourning hall, no one spoke. The monk went straight to the coffin and walked around the coffin with lotus steps.

Then he stretched out his hand to touch the coffin, nodded, squinted his eyes, and muttered something, as if he was reciting some spell.

In the mourning hall, no one dared to make any noise, and everyone stared at the monk without blinking.

Even Mrs. Ning stopped crying.

After a while, the monk withdrew his hand and walked back to the middle of the mourning hall.

Master Ning and Mrs. Ning looked at each other, and the couple hurried over.

Master Ning put his hands together and bowed to the monk in front of him: "Master Cining, look at this..."

Master Cining raised his hand and recited a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Master Ling's wish is unfulfilled, so his ghost remains."

"Unfulfilled wish?"

Master Ning and Mrs. Ning looked at each other and looked at each other.

Master Cining continued: "The young master died without illness and died young, and because he had parents and grandmothers, this is his karmic debt."

"After a person dies, if he wants to go to the world of the afterlife, he needs to settle his past affairs and repay his karmic debts. If the obsession is not eliminated and the ghost lingers, he will not be able to go where he should go and will stay in this world."

"As time goes by, the restlessness in the family home is really detrimental to himself."

"A lonely ghost wanders by the Naihe Bridge, suffering from the rain and wind."

"The unwillingness to reincarnate is extremely detrimental to the entire family's descendants."
Chapter completed!