Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 469 A strange funeral ceremony for a man who died suddenly
The small shop was quiet. Wu Jiayou's breathing became rapid. He was keenly aware of the meaning of Zhang Xiao's words.

If you work in a certain industry, you will more or less encounter things that you can't explain clearly. If you haven't encountered them before, it can only be said that you have only been in the industry for a short time.

Just in case, good luck never comes to you, but there must be some around you.

"Taoist Master——" Wu Jiayou's voice couldn't help but become softer: "What you learned in Longhu Mountain was the ability to command soldiers and horses, and to set up altars and perform rituals?"

Zhang Xiao scratched his head, his expression a little subtle:
"Uh, almost?"

Wu Jiayou continued, half excited and half serious:

"Taoist Priest, this can't be the same. This kind of thing is not a joke, nor is it for those children who don't understand anything to test their courage or treat it as a strange story."

He paused here and said solemnly:

"This is a matter of life and death. If you don't do it right, someone may die.

As the saying goes, don't teach things lightly, and sometimes it's hard to even ask. It's definitely not appropriate for me to ask you what you have learned here.

So, Taoist Master, I, Wu Laoer, would like to boldly ask a question here.

Are you really sure? "

Zhang Xiao put away his smile, with the same serious expression, and said solemnly:

"Mr. Wu, if you don't have diamonds, you won't do porcelain work!"

"Okay!" Wu Laoer clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Don't tell me, I really have a matter that has been dragging on for a long time. The evil sect is very powerful. My main business is Feng Shui. I also do weddings and funerals, but I only preside over funerals.

I'm really a bit scared to ask you to calm down. Come on, Taoist Zhang, let's sit down and talk. "

Wu Jiayou led Zhang Xiao to the table. After the two sat down, Wu Jiayou made tea. The technique was quite performative even if it was not smooth and smooth.

The audience in front of the magic projection watched with gusto. Of course they also drank tea, but as the birthplace of tea and the ancestor of tea, it can only be said that these folk cultural workers are quite capable.

The wizards watched it with great interest. Except for the words they couldn't understand, everything else was perfect.

Only Dumbledore had sat up straight and opened a new snack box.

What Zhang is going to do next is probably what Eastern Taoist priests often do, Dumbledore thought, twisting a handful of melon seeds and lightly cracking one open under the strange looks of the other principals.

Feeling the sweetness of the spiced melon seeds, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes comfortably.

This is a rare scene. Sometimes the real way to understand a nation is hidden in the life events of these ordinary people, rather than in those cold words.

As for whether others can understand it, what does it have to do with me?

Dumbledore picked up another melon seed and knocked it gently with his upper and lower teeth. The crisp cracking sound made people feel a strange sense of pleasure. The melon seed kernel fell into his mouth and just chewed it, which filled his mouth with fragrance.

"Headmaster Dumbledore. What did you eat?"

The headmaster of Ilvermorny finally couldn't bear it any longer. He turned sideways and looked at Dumbledore enjoying himself, and couldn't help but ask.

"This is melon seeds. People in the East like to eat them very much. Do you want some?"

"If that's okay - I mean - that would be great."

As we all know, eating melon seeds is 'poisonous'. After a while, a small plate of melon seeds was placed in front of each principal. They knelt on it awkwardly. Obviously they couldn't eat anything, but the strange thing was that can not stop.

In the Feng Shui shop, the two finally began to talk about the commission Wu Jiayou received.

"This matter is actually quite a big deal here. We have a Wang family in Chinatown. Their business is doing quite well, but they have actually moved out.

But they have a habit of returning to their old house to get together during holidays. It is said that this was a rule they set when they first came to New York. "

Zhang Xiao held the tea cup and listened quietly. This is the ins and outs. To do a job, you must understand it clearly, otherwise you are likely to get involved in something strange.

Now that the background is out of the way, let’s get down to business.

Wu Jiayou took a sip of tea and sighed:
"Two years ago, the old man of the Wang family suddenly died suddenly during a party. The Wang family didn't think anything about it at first. After all, the old man was old.

But at the second party later, another person died. The Wang family was frightened, thinking that the house was unclean or that they had been tricked.

I looked around for a lot of people and even invited people from Xiangjiang, but I couldn't see anything.

In the end, they had to be buried. The Wang family was more traditional. Their family had a medium-sized estate in New Jersey. Whenever someone in the family died, they were buried there.

The problem lies in this funeral——"

Wu Jiayou looked around and said nervously:

"Isn't it according to the rules to stop the spirit and then do a white matter? But this white matter can't be done. The incense candle will be extinguished when it is lit, and the ashes of the paper money will not fall to the ground. The most important thing is, who is in charge of the white matter? It's unlucky that the two gentlemen who presided over the wedding were seriously ill and almost died! "

Zhang Xiao became more energetic. Seeing this, it was indeed not normal. Although he didn't know much, it would be a big disaster if the incense candle went out and the paper money didn't fall to the ground.

In ancient times, it was resentment and unwillingness to accept.

But how could someone from the Wang family cause such a scene? Could it be a spirit child?

That's not right. If it is really a spirit child, Ilvermorny will not refuse to accept it. There are only 120 million Chinese in the United States now, so the number of spirit children is not large.

Ilvermorny will definitely accept them, and Zhang Xiao has also talked to people in Ilvermorny, and there are indeed Chinese students.

It's not a spirit child. It can't be a trick either!

Zhang Xiao was really confused, what was the situation of this funeral?
This all happened two years ago, so it can’t be that he hasn’t been buried yet, right?

Is it
Sure enough, Wu Jiayou continued:

"They didn't dare to gather anymore. As a result, the third son of the Wang family came to the ancestral house to pack his things and was prepared not to come back at all. But he died again.
Now the Wang family is looking for someone to organize the funeral, but no one dares to take over. They have been waiting for a few days. The reward is very high, up to 10 US dollars! "

"No, why is their family so obsessed with organizing funerals?" Zhang Xiao asked in confusion. This is obviously something wrong. Either find someone to investigate the cause of death, or bury him first.

If we insist on holding a funeral instead of a burial, the timing is wrong.

Wu Jiayou shook his head and said with a wry smile:

"Don't mention it. The Wang family was scared to death at the beginning. Now that the third child is dead, it seems that things will turn upside down. Now it's a big deal. They want to hold funerals and lure out the things hidden in the dark. They offer such a high reward. It's not just about doing simple things.

Even the money to get rid of the opponent is included. I think there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and someone with real ability must appear. "

Zhang Xiao frowned and shook his head:
"Those who are truly capable. To be honest, those who follow the right path really won't be rewarded just because of some big reward——"

At this point, he suddenly realized what he was looking at when Wu Jiayou's face was almost unbearable.

Am I not that 'truly capable brave man'? ? ? ?
"Ahem -" Zhang Xiao coughed a few times tactically, picked up the tea cup, pretended to take a few sips, and then sighed:

"Okay, you're right, it's true. If it were normal times, I might get involved out of interest, but right now it's really just for money!"

Wu Jiayou nodded repeatedly: "Well, a penny can stump a heroic man. Everyone has difficulties, it's understandable, it's understandable!"

After saying that, he put down the tea cup, calmed his expression, and said with an extremely cautious expression: "If there is no problem with the Taoist priest, then I will contact the Wang family?
Zhang Daozhang, don't blame me for talking too much. This is not your business alone. If you accept it, then I will definitely go too.

Although the first two people who presided over the wedding did not die, they also fell seriously ill. To be honest, I was not willing to get seriously ill. "

Zhang Xiao nodded. He was not disgusted with Wu Jiayou's caution and repeated confirmation. Thinking about it from his perspective, if someone suddenly came out and said this to him, he would most likely think he was a madman.

Wu Jiayou is already very bold.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xiao stretched out an index finger. Under Wu Jiayou's puzzled eyes, a hazy golden light suddenly lit up on the index finger.

This. What is this? Why is there golden light?
Wu Jiayou stood up suddenly, with a horrified expression on his face, staring straight at the golden light.

His body was trembling, and even his voice was trembling:
"immortal?"

"No"

"monster?"

"no."

"Thank you"

Zhang Xiao dispersed the golden light and watched helplessly as Wu Jiayou, who looked in a daze, staggered to the landline, picked up the phone, and even dialed several times but failed to press the right button.

After he finally calmed down and finally got through the phone, the following conversation took place.

"Hey, I'm a friend of the Wu family, help me contact the Wang family."

"What's the matter? I want to accept the commission from the Wang family!"

"Am I crazy? Of course I'm not crazy!" Wu Jiayou's expression suddenly became excited. His face turned red, he stepped on his stool, rolled up his sleeves, and yelled at the phone:

"Hey, I'm telling you, I'm going to kill everyone this time!

If gods stand in the way, they will kill gods; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha! "

Zhang Xiao:.
"I didn't drink! I'm done with you! Contact me quickly, hang up!"

Wu Jiayou hung up the phone excitedly, walked to Zhang Xiao's side while rubbing his hands, smiled with him, and said flatteringly:
"Um, Zhang Shenxian, can this mortal practice?"

As soon as these words came out, Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious, and he suddenly discovered a detail that he had not noticed before.

In the East, wizards there are called Taoist priests or something else, but even an ordinary person seems to have an understanding of Taoist priests, gods and the like.

And not afraid, even a little envious!
This is completely different from the West. It is difficult for a wizard to chat with Muggles without any scruples like Zhang did with this friend of the Wu family.

It seems as if our counterparts in the East have always been one with the Muggles from beginning to end, and there has never been any so-called separation.

It is undoubtedly very difficult for the West to explain clearly to Muggles what a wizard is. It is impossible to do it like the East!

Where is Zhang? How would Zhang answer this question? Muggles will definitely be disappointed if they know they cannot become immortals, and this disappointment will most likely turn into negative emotions such as envy and jealousy.

How does the East deal with such negative emotions among Muggles?

Dumbledore put down the melon seeds in his hand and waited seriously for Zhang Xiao's answer.

"Cultivation?" Zhang Xiao sighed softly. Why does Taoist sects dislike showing their saints in front of others? It's because as long as they show their saints, there will be people chasing after them and asking to become their disciples.

I also want to follow the path of cultivating immortality, but becoming an immortal is not something you can cultivate if you want to. In the novel, cultivating an immortal requires spiritual roots.
"Mr. Wu -" Zhang Xiao said slowly, and he suddenly remembered a question he once asked his father.

Some people can cultivate, and some cannot. Then this world is too cruel, isn't it just destiny?

Zhang Xiao still remembers his father’s answer after a long silence:

"Xiaoxiao. In fact, the higher the cultivation level of people in my Taoist sect, the more they hope that they are just ordinary people and cannot practice.

You said it's cruel to mortals, but what if it's luck?
You said that cultivation is a kind of superiority, but what if it is just a simple responsibility? "

responsibility? Lucky? cruel?

Zhang Xiao couldn't tell the difference, so he simply didn't distinguish it. But at this time, he wanted to tell Wu Jiayou in one sentence:

"Mr. Wu, actually... well, it can't be repaired. This thing requires fate."

Look, there is actually no big truth, or Zhang Xiao hasn’t figured out the big truth yet.

So he simply told the truth.

Wu Jiayou looked disappointed, but he just shook his head:

"Hey, fate, immortal fate. You can't force this thing. It's an eye-opener for me to see it today. Thank you, Daozhang Zhang."

Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched twice, showing his inner uneasiness.

It was difficult for him to understand why Zhang Mingming said it so straightforwardly, but this Muggle was just a little disappointed but didn't take it to heart.

Could it be that something like 'fate' has such great power?
Why?
Wu Jiayou was just lost for a short while. It was really a short while. Zhang Xiao felt that he didn't even have a few minutes. He cheered up again and was immersed in the excitement of leading his boss to catch ghosts.

He walked around his small shop, anxiously waiting for the call.

When the old-fashioned telephone rang with a harsh ringtone, Wu Jiayou rushed over, picked up the phone and asked impatiently:
"How's it going? Is it done?"

"Okay! Where is the address? I'll remember it, um, um, I understand. I'll treat you to dinner later. Thanks, Lao Zhang!"

Wu Jiayou hung up the phone, waved his fist fiercely, and then picked up the phone again:
"Hey, my friend Wu!
Hmm, help me prepare some funeral supplies. There is a lot of them. Whose supplies are they? From the Wang family!

Yes, that’s the Wang family!

Don't want to die? Hehe, let me tell you, wait and see the big news in our Chinatown, I'm guaranteed to win!
OK, that's it, hang up!"

Wu Jiayou rubbed his hands and looked at Zhang Xiao expectantly:

"Daozhang Zhang, shall we set off?"

"Where? Not Chinatown?"

Zhang Xiao put down his cup and asked curiously.

"No!" Wu Jiayou shook his head: "On the edge of New York, in New Jersey, the Wang Manor!"

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