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A newly widowed woman, stunningly beautiful, remembering her deceased husband's tender love, decided to invite a Taoist priest to her home to perform rituals and pray for his soul. Unexpectedly, this led to a bizarre and scandalous case, culminating in a lawsuit between mother and son, causing a sensation throughout the city. Due to the case's convoluted and fantastical nature, it became a popular topic for storytellers… I.

During the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, a bizarre and convoluted scandalous crime occurred in Bianliang (Kaifeng), instantly shocking the court and the public.

There was a woman named Wang, nearly thirty years old, yet exceptionally beautiful and graceful.

Perhaps due to the saying "beauty is often short-lived," her husband, in the prime of his life, suddenly contracted a terrible illness and died, leaving behind a twelve-year-old son to raise on his widowed wife.

Wang and her husband were a deeply loving couple. At the height of their intimacy, her husband suddenly passed away, leaving Wang heartbroken. She spent her days weeping and embracing his ancestral tablet. If not for raising their young child, she would have wished to die immediately and be buried with her husband.

In eight days, it would be the 100th day since her husband's

death. Remembering her husband's boundless love and kindness, Wang decided to hold a grand Buddhist ceremony to help his soul find peace.

She inquired everywhere about the most sacred temples and monasteries. Later,

she heard of a Taoist temple in the Western Hills that offered rituals, so she prepared gifts and went to pay her respects. Dressed

entirely in white mourning clothes, Wang went up the mountain alone.

The mountain breeze made her clothes flutter and her skirt billow, making her appear like a white-robed Guanyin, attracting envious glances from many ladies along the way.

As Wang entered the temple, the young Taoist priest, seeing such a beautiful and aloof woman in plain clothes entering alone, hurriedly ran to inform the abbot.

The abbot, surnamed Liu, with the Buddhist name Longyang, was just over thirty years old and also handsome and dashing. Upon hearing the news, he rushed

out to greet her. Wang gracefully bowed and paid her respects.

Longyang's master stared at her, his eyes widening in disbelief. He thought to himself, "What a stunning beauty! If this weren't a Taoist temple, I would surely mistake her for the White-Robed Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy descended to earth!" Only when Wang Shi gracefully bowed did he realize his mistake and quickly returned the greeting, bowing his head in return. "May I ask where you are from, madam, and what brings you to my humble abode?" Wang Shi glanced at the abbot, seeing his ethereal and elegant bearing, and secretly admired him, thinking, "Truly a highly accomplished Taoist master; I haven't chosen the wrong person." She then replied in a melodious voice, "I am Wang Shi of the Huangmen clan. My husband has recently passed away, and I wish to request the abbot to perform a ritual to help his soul find peace." The abbot of Longyang Temple asked, "When did your husband pass away? Would you like to hold a ritual at our temple, or perhaps have an altar built at your residence?" Wang Shi replied, "My late husband has been gone for some time now..." "It has been more than three months. May I ask the Abbot, what is the difference between holding a ritual at your temple and setting up an altar in my humble abode?" The Abbot replied, "Since your husband has recently passed away, the mourning hall must still be there. Setting up an altar and holding a ritual there will benefit the deceased's soul. If the ritual is held at my temple, it may not be as beneficial." Upon hearing this, Wang quickly bowed and said, "If the Venerable Master were to personally descend upon my humble abode, I would be deeply grateful. I will immediately return home to clean the mourning hall and await your arrival." The Abbot asked, "When will you set up the altar at your residence?" Wang replied, "It has been ninety-two days since my late husband passed away. I plan to perform seven days of rituals and then request your presence tomorrow, which will mark the hundredth day of his death. I hope the Venerable Master will arrive on time." The Abbot said, "A monk cannot lie. You will arrive tomorrow." Wang then took out two taels of silver as a deposit, bid farewell, and returned home to prepare everything.

The next morning, Wang had already cleaned the mourning hall. Since there were no in-laws or relatives, she had to arrange everything herself, with her maid, Xiao Cui, helping her.

A short while later, the abbot of Longyang Temple arrived with two young Taoist boys and a fire-worker, carrying scriptures and ritual implements.

Wang welcomed them, had her maid serve tea, and then called her son, Huang Jie, to pay his respects. After

some pleasantries, the abbot led the boys and fire-worker to hang the images of the Three Pure Ones and set up the altar.

Soon, everything was ready, and the abbot immediately burned incense, prayed, and chanted incantations and talismans.

Afterward, holding a peach wood sword in his left hand and shaking a soul-summoning bell in his right, he performed rituals throughout the temple. While performing the ritual, he secretly observed the Huang family's movements. Seeing that the household was small and there were no suspicious people,
he performed a round of incantations and then instructed Wang to burn incense and worship with him.

The two knelt side by side, Wang praying with her eyes closed and her heart sincere, but the abbot of Longyang Temple kept glancing at her.

As Wang prayed, she was filled with sorrow for her life, and tears streamed down her face.

As the saying goes, "To be beautiful, one must be three parts filial piety." Wang was naturally beautiful, with a rosy face and peach-like cheeks. Dressed in plain clothes, with two lines of clear tears, she truly resembled a pear blossom in the rain, making her even more poignant and beautiful.

Seeing this, the abbot of Longyang Temple felt an indescribable pity and gently advised, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. I hope you will accept this loss with compassion." He deliberately drew out the word "result," but Wang seemed not to notice. She simply called her son forward to worship in a mournful voice.

After they finished worshiping, everyone rose, and Wang went to offer incense and kowtow before the statues of the various deities.

Two young Taoist boys diligently stepped forward to explain to Wang which deity each statue belonged to.

Wang noticed that the two boys had long black hair, each wearing a small crown on their head, and were both handsome with red lips and white teeth, their eyes sparkling. She couldn't help but be secretly surprised: "How come even his two disciples are so fair-skinned and handsome!" After the evening meal, Wang prepared a quiet room for the abbot and his disciples to rest in.

The abbot of Longyang Temple told the fire-worker to return to the temple alone, while he himself wandered into the room, his mind elsewhere.

The two young Taoist boys had already removed their robes and huddled under the covers. Seeing their abbot enter the room, looking preoccupied, they secretly chuckled.

Abbot Longyang, frustrated at not being able to find a way to get close to Wang, was annoyed by the boys' smirks and snapped,

"You two little brats, what are you laughing about?" The older boy, about fifteen or sixteen, had the Buddhist name Xuanji; the younger boy, about fourteen, had the Buddhist name Miaoji.

Both had been adopted by Abbot Longyang since childhood. Since the abbot rarely had the opportunity to steal incense or jade, he would often seduce them, so despite their young age, they were quite mischievous.

Seeing his master lost in thought, Xuanji laughed, "Master must be grieving over that Lady Wang. No wonder, such a beautiful widow sleeping in the next room—even I, Xuanji, am itching to get her!" Miaoji reached out and flicked his cheek, saying, "Shame on you! Shame on you! Master hasn't even gotten a chance, when will it be your turn?" The abbot removed his robe, climbed onto the bed, and embraced Xuanji, saying, "You little brat, Master's been holding back a lot of fire, I'm going to get my hands on you soon enough." "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll rip your asshole open!" Miaoji laughed and said, "That's right, that's right, before you even get into someone's wet hole, your own ass is already blooming!" Xuanji was both angry and anxious, and hurriedly said, "Master, do him first, and see if he's still greedy!" The abbot said, "Don't make a fuss, wait until I'm done with him, then you can do him!" As he spoke, he unbuckled Xuanji's belt, pulled down his pants, reached out and grabbed Xuanji's penis, stroking and squeezing it.

Xuanji turned around, pulled down his master's pants, took out his already erect penis, and said with a smile, "Master has really stored up enough fire tonight, no need for your disciple to tire it out." The abbot grabbed Xuanji's buttocks with one hand and vigorously rubbed his penis with the other, saying, "Xuanji, if Master can seduce Lady Wang, you will surely benefit!" Then, he called out, "Miaoji, come and play the flute with Master!" Miaoji responded, stepped over Xuanji's body, rested her head on the abbot's lower abdomen, lifted his penis, opened her mouth and took it in, slowly stroking his penis up and down with one hand and caressing his scrotum with the other.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xuanji sat up, dipped his finger into the lamplight on the table, dabbed some sesame oil, and then smeared it on his anus. He muttered to himself, "Master won't be able to enjoy tender mutton tonight, so he'll be covered in stench. I'd better take precautions early to protect my anus." Xuanji hadn't been sucking on it for long when he felt a sticky fluid gradually seeping from his master's glans. He couldn't help but click his tongue and say:

"So salty! So salty!" The abbot's lower abdomen grew increasingly hot. Thinking of Lady Wang, who was probably already undressed and sleeping alone under the lamp, his desire grew even stronger. He then ordered Xuanji to lie face down on the bed, arching his buttocks, while he guided his penis in, slowly forcing it in.

A cry of "Ouch!" was heard, and Xuanji trembled as the abbot inserted his entire magnificent penis to the hilt.

The abbot pressed one hand against Xuanji's lower abdomen, while the other continued to fondle Xuanji's penis and scrotum, thrusting rapidly.

At first, Xuanji felt a tightness in his anus, as if it were about to burst, so he frowned and moaned softly.

But after a few thrusts, his anus began to secrete fluid, making the movement smoother and producing an indescribable pleasure.

At the same time, Xuanji's penis, under the abbot's constant caressing, had become erect!

As the abbot thrust rapidly, he intensified his manipulation of Xuanji's penis, excitedly exclaiming, "Xuanji... Master, I... I feel so good! Are you... comfortable? Oh, oh... your little darling is erect too! So hard, so hot!" Xuanji, feeling the waves of intoxicating stimulation emanating from his anus, and his own penis throbbing and swollen under his master's vigorous manipulation, couldn't help but cry out excitedly,

"Master, your disciple is also enjoying it! Oh, oh, thrust faster... um, um, that's right... your hands should speed up too!" Both master and disciple were immersed in the rough and pleasurable masculine pleasure!

About half an hour later, Abbot Longyang was already aroused. His hand, which had been supporting Xuanji's buttocks, now gripped his buttocks tightly. His boiling blood clouded his judgment, and he threw all dignity to the winds, shouting despicably, "I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you! I'll fuck your cunt, you wretched Wang!" Xuanji, also under the double stimulation, trembled with excitement. His hard, swollen penis quivered. Looking up, he saw Miaoji playing with his penis and, on a sudden inspiration, said, "Master, my hands and feet are a little sore. I imagine you must be tired too. Why don't we lie down and do it?" Abbot Longyang, in the throes of passion, thought that lying down would allow him to... Physical contact increased the pleasure of their intimate contact, just like holding Lady Wang in his arms. He nodded and said, "Alright." The two continued their work lying on their sides. Xuanji then called out, "Miaoji, quickly take off your pants and let your senior brother relieve his fire!" Miaoji was unwilling, but fearing her master's scolding, she obediently took off her clothes, lay on her side, and arched her buttocks toward Xuanji's lower body, whispering, "Senior brother, be gentle, it would be best to spit some saliva to lubricate my anus first." Xuanji chuckled wickedly, "I'll take care of you, don't worry!" Hearing her senior brother's tone, Miaoji knew he had ill intentions, so she spat some saliva into her palm, then dipped her fingers in it and inserted it into her anus for lubrication.

Xuanji spread Miaoji's buttocks apart with both hands, then, holding his already erect penis, forced it into Miaoji's anus.

The three of them, master and disciples, were like fish swimming side by side, groaning and moaning as they clung to each other, creating an extremely absurd and lewd scene.

This, however, captivated the voyeur standing outside the window!

It turned out that before going to sleep, Wang had gone to the mourning hall again to check for any fire hazards and to offer incense before her late husband's ancestral tablet and the other deities.

Just as she was about to return to her room, she heard a series of soul-stirring moans coming from the guest room. Quite surprised, she tiptoed forward to eavesdrop.

At first, she thought someone was ill, but after a while, she found the sounds incredibly alluring, vaguely resembling the moans she and her late husband made during their intimate moments. She couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that Xiao Cui, seeing these three handsome and dashing Taoist priests, has become so lustful that she's come to meet them in secret and commit this lewd act?" So, she stuck out her tongue, dampened a hole in the window paper, and peered inside. The sight inside immediately made her blush and stare in disbelief!

Madam Wang had sincerely invited these Taoist priests to build an altar and perform rituals to help her late husband's soul find peace; who would have thought they would engage in such lewd acts?

She wanted to rebuke them, but then realized it was inappropriate.

First, she was a newly widowed woman and shouldn't be standing alone outside the guest room at night spying on others' privacy; second, they were only indulging in their own lust, not seducing the Huang family's servants—"What's it to you?"

Moreover, at that time, it was common for men to engage in mutual illicit sexual relations, or even to abduct and molest children. What right did she have to reprimand them?

She wanted to turn around and go back to her room immediately, but how could she move?

She heard the increasingly lewd cries from inside the room, which made Wang's soul fly away, her spirit scatter, and her whole body go limp!

So she couldn't help but look down again, and this time she was like a fly landing on blood, unable to bear to leave.

Three naked, handsome men!

Three snow-white buttocks!

Three hard, fleshy rods!

They were now intertwined, pushing and thrusting, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like the rise and fall of waves!

Wang, a young widow, was in the prime of her youth. For the past three months, her desires had been dulled by her grief, but now the absurd and lewd scene in the room made her heart pound like a deer, her blood boil, and her thoughts become restless.

After watching for a while, all three men in the room ejaculated one after another. Guanzhu ejaculated into Liji's anus, Xuanji ejaculated into Miaoji's anus, and Miaoji's penis was ejaculated into the air by Xuanji's ten fingers stroking, rubbing, kneading, and pinching.

Wangshi watched as her lower body was filled with lustful fluids, and her vagina was extremely itchy. She had to suppress her lust and returned to her room in a daze.

When she got back to her room, she found that Jie'er was already fast asleep. She gently took off her plain dress, turned off the light, and quietly got into bed. However, her lust was still burning, and she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The lewd scene she had just witnessed kept floating in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, it was still vivid in her mind.

Recalling the deep affection she had shared with her late husband, the itching in her vagina became even more unbearable. She involuntarily inserted her fingers into her vagina and began to stroke herself until after midnight before she finally drifted off to sleep.

While still half asleep, she suddenly heard footsteps by the bed. Looking up, she saw a naked man leap onto the bed.

Before Wang could cry out, the man had already pressed his lips tightly against her cherry-like breasts.

Wang struggled frantically, but the man pressed her naked body down, rendering her immobile.

The man said in a slightly trembling voice, "Wife, beauty, I've missed you terribly!" Judging from the voice, it seemed to be the abbot of the Longyang Temple. Wang tried to push him away with all her might, but her body was weak and languid. In the struggle, her underwear was removed, and the hot, hard penis pressed against her vulva.

Wang's vulva was already unbearably itchy, and now, with the burning penis rubbing against her crotch, the tingling sensation became even more intense. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the penis slid into her already wet vulva with a "tsk."

Wang's body trembled, no longer able to struggle. She narrowed her starry eyes, softened her body, and allowed the abbot's naked body to press against hers, thrusting wantonly.

As he thrust, the abbot's tongue darted out, snake-like, swirling within Wang's cherry-like breasts, while his hands kneaded her full, elastic breasts and caressed her naked body wantonly.

Gradually, Wang's instinctive resistance turned into active swaying of her hips, welcoming the abbot's thrusts.

Her hands involuntarily wrapped around the abbot's waist, feeling a sense of complete relaxation and pleasure coursing through her body, waves of pleasure rising from her vagina to her heart.

Suddenly, the abbot cupped her buttocks in his hands and thrust forcefully, like a raging torrent, each strike reaching the very core of Wang's being.

Wang Shi was so overwhelmed with pleasure that her vaginal muscles twitched rhythmically. Unexpectedly, just as she was experiencing the most intense pleasure, someone suddenly lifted the curtain… Wang Shi, who was being pleasured to the point of ecstasy by the abbot, was startled to see someone sneak into the room and lift the curtain. Opening her eyes, she saw it was the young Taoist boy, Xuanji, and blushed crimson with shame.

Seeing the two of them naked and engaged in passionate lovemaking, Xuanji grinned and said, “What a newly widowed Wenjun! Using the excuse of performing rituals for her husband, she's seducing my master, engaging in such immoral acts! Now that I've caught her red-handed, I'll at least make a little profit, so I won't tell anyone!” As he spoke, he reached out and began groping and kneading Wang Shi’s breasts.

The abbot of Longyang Temple sternly shouted, "Master is here! How dare you be so rude!" Wang, caught up in the throes of passion and about to lose control, was suddenly startled, breaking out in a cold sweat. She abruptly sat up, realizing it was all a dream. She sighed, "What a strange dream! How could it be so unbelievable?" She felt her genitals twitching incessantly. Reaching down, she found a wet patch. She lay back down, masturbating until she reached multiple orgasms and ejaculated profusely, finally finding relief and falling into a deep sleep.

At dawn, she heard the sounds of bells and drums outside. She hurriedly got up, calling her maid, Xiaocui, to bring soup and tea to serve the Taoist priest.

She quickly washed and dressed, then went to the mourning hall to offer incense and prayers.

She noticed the abbot of Longyang Temple constantly glancing at her while performing rituals. Remembering her dream, she felt a surge of heat, her face flushed, and she awkwardly went to the back hall.

Two young Taoist boys, still quite young, followed her into the back room to ask for candy.

Seeing that they were gradually becoming more familiar, Madam Wang pulled Xuanji aside and asked, "My humble abode is so simple, it must have been unsettling for you three to share a bed last night. I wonder if you slept well?" Xuanji laughed, "Don't be so polite, Madam. We've always slept in the same bed with our master since we were little, how could we not sleep well?" Madam Wang, wanting to gather more information, feigned to ask again, "Which one slept with the master?" Xuanji replied, "It's hard to say, why do you ask, Madam?" Madam Wang said, "I'm afraid your master is a little immature." Xuanji grinned at Madam Wang and said, "Madam, you're quite the teaser!" With that, he bowed to Madam Wang, pulled Miaoji back to the mourning hall, and quietly told his master about their conversation.

Upon hearing this, Abbot Longyang's heart stirred. He thought to himself, "Wang's words must be quite amusing. When she arrives at the mourning hall later, I'll have to find a way to stir things up." After pondering for a while, he suddenly smiled broadly and exclaimed, "I've got a plan!" A moment later, Wang came out to offer incense. Abbot Longyang, sword in hand and bell in hand, walked around the mourning hall. When he approached Wang, he stopped and chanted, "I bow to the Great Heaven, why did you break up this good marriage? Your beauty is in its prime, how can you sleep alone under the lonely lamp? Why do you suffer so much? Therefore, I set up this altar to pray for your soul. O soul, return to the Blue Bridge and become immortals!" Abbot Longyang's chant was clearly intended to provoke Wang's heart. Seeing him singing and giving her a meaningful look, how could Wang not understand his intention? So she smiled slightly and said, "Why is the Master's prayer so convoluted?" The Abbot of Longyang Temple replied, "This humble Taoist's prayer comes from the utmost sincerity. I hope the deceased's spirit can be saved and reunited with my wife." Wang understood perfectly well that the Abbot's words were a veiled declaration of love for her. Therefore, she remained silent to avoid being seen through, and went into the back hall. She personally prepared a dish of fruit and brewed a pot of fine tea, instructing Xiao Cui to serve the Abbot. She also told Xiao Cui to tell the Abbot, "Seeing how devoutly and earnestly you sang just now, I specially prepared the offerings..." "The immortals have brought melons and fruits to soothe the abbot's throat." Upon hearing this, Abbot Longyang was overjoyed, as if receiving a divine decree. He repeatedly thanked Xiaocui, saying, "Please tell my sister that my worship of Buddha and gods has always been sincere and earnest. I will be deeply grateful for your kindness!" Why was Abbot Longyang so delighted? It turned out that the words Wang had asked Xiaocui to convey subtly echoed his earlier chant, a silent reciprocation of her tender feelings. How could Abbot Longyang not be overjoyed? He danced with delight, no longer caring about the "Lingbao Daoist Scripture" or the "Zixiao Immortal Record"! His mind was solely focused on the "Mirror of Love and Lust" and the "Springtime in the Jade Chamber."

Therefore, he immediately ordered Xuanji to secretly investigate the situation in Wang's bedroom.

A moment later, Xuanji reported to Abbot Longyang, "Lady Wang spent the night in the same room with her beloved son, accompanied by her maid, Xiaocui." Upon hearing this, Abbot Longyang felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He stood there dumbfounded for a long time, unable to utter a sound. He pondered

repeatedly, "How can I arrange a secret rendezvous and make it happen?" He racked his brains but could not come up with a good plan to cross the Milky Way. Frustrated, he listlessly finished his rituals and went to bed with the two young Taoist boys that night, feeling sullen.

Thinking of Lady Wang's subtle and reserved manner, he became even more aroused and couldn't help but embrace Xuanji to vent his desire.

This caused Xuanji great suffering. His master, consumed by lust, became even more frenzied and reckless in his actions, causing the bed to creak and groan. Xuanji's anus was nearly burst from the penetration, and he cried out, "It hurts so much, Master! Please, spit some saliva on my glans and penis, and gently thrust a few times before continuing!" The abbot of Longyang Temple, who was holding back his anger, didn't care whether Xuanji could endure it or not. He thrust wildly while grabbing Xuanji's penis and rubbing it violently, leaving Xuanji restricted from both ends and screaming in agony.

Master Longyang, rubbing Xuanji's penis with one hand and playing with his scrotum with the other, whispered, "My dear disciple, let's discuss this. Judging from Madam Wang's attitude, she's clearly developed feelings for me. If I can get her, you two can both enjoy some pleasure. But we're separated by the outside world. She has her son and maids to keep her company in her room, and I have you two here. What should we do?" Liji replied, "Master, don't worry, Miaoji and I will be no problem." Master Longyang said, "She's just starting out, so she's naturally more timid and shy. Having a third party present will only frighten her more." Xuanji pondered for a while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "There's a soul-summoning bed in the mourning hall, with curtains and bedding, all clean and tidy. This place is neither inside nor outside; isn't it a perfect spot for a tryst?" Master Longyang was overjoyed and said, "My goodness, you've thought of that... But how can we avoid being seen by strangers?" Miaoji suddenly interjected. "Master, why are you so confused? The soul bed is for the living to meet the dead. Unless they are close relatives, they must avoid it. The Wang family is so small, how can it be easy?" The abbot laughed and said, "On the contrary, outsiders see clearly, while those involved are confused. If that's the case, I have a plan." So he ordered Miaoji to come closer and whispered in their ears, "Tomorrow, just do this and that, and it will surely be a good thing." Xuanji and Miaoji clapped their hands and laughed, "Wonderful, wonderful, truly a wonderful plan." Hearing his two disciples praise it, the abbot was overjoyed. The more he thought about it, the more excited and aroused he became. His penis was particularly hard and he treated Xuanji's anus as if it were Wang's ecstasy cave, thrusting hard into it. He kept shouting, "My beauty, my darling, come closer, I'm going to fuck you to death! Oh, I... I'm so happy!" While he was fucking, he used his elbows to hold Xuanji's lower body tightly and his hands to grab Xuanji's penis and stroke it wildly.

Xuanji, thinking of Lady Wang's beautiful face and voluptuous figure, and the thought of soon being able to enjoy her company, felt his desire surge. Adding to this, his master had already ejaculated profusely, his hot semen shooting into his anus, a sensation of unparalleled pleasure. He couldn't help but grab his master's hands and rapidly stroke his trembling, swollen penis up and down.

His plump, white buttocks pressed tightly against his master's penis, swaying back and forth. After a moment, he finally shuddered, and a thick stream of semen shot out.

Seeing her master and senior brother so excited and engrossed in their play, Miaoji couldn't help but feel aroused. Hugging a pillow and impersonating Lady Wang, she murmured to herself, "Pretty widow, seductive beauty, Miaoji is getting ahead of you, master and senior brother, to have my way with you first… Ah… Oh… Miaoji has shot her hot semen into your blissful cave!" The three of them then went about their own business, embracing each other as they fell asleep.

2.

After a silent night, he got up early the next morning and pretended to perform some rituals.

When Wang arrived at the mourning hall to offer incense, the abbot of Longyang Temple said to her, "Today is the third day of the ritual for the deceased's soul to be delivered to the afterlife. I am deeply moved by your longing for your husband, and I wish to use a little magic to summon his spirit to meet you. What do you think?" Wang happily replied, "Master, your divine power is truly admirable. If I could meet my late husband's spirit, I would be deeply grateful. But what do you require? Please instruct me." The abbot of Longyang Temple said, "You will need some white silk to build a bridge in the mourning hall. That will suffice." "The method of delaying the procession will summon the spirit of the deceased to cross the bridge and meet with the lady. However, only one close relative of the deceased is allowed to remain in the mourning hall. If there are too many people, the yang energy will be too strong, and the ghost will not dare to descend. Furthermore, all the doors and windows must be tightly closed, firstly because ghosts are afraid of light, and secondly to prevent people from peeping and revealing heavenly secrets!" Wang said, "This is easy to do. My deceased husband only has me and our young child as his relatives. The child is still young, so we don't want to frighten him. I will guard the hall alone." The abbot secretly praised this and said, "That's best. Please give your instructions, lady, not to let anyone..."

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