"By Supreme Decree, I deliver your lonely soul. May all ghosts and demons, and all four forms of life, receive this grace..."
"Whether you died in the open or in secret, wronged and maligned; whether by creditor or foe, or by those who came to claim your life. Kneel before my altar as the Eight Trigrams shine. Rise from the Kan and depart, to be reborn in another place..."
A Daoist in ornate robes shook a Copper Bell and a Scripture Banner, chanting a Spell to guide the soul of the departed.
Several members of the Zhu Family's younger generation, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt on straw mats, kowtowing in thanks to those who came to pay their respects.
The mourning hall.
"Young Master Zhu."
Shopkeeper Lin from the coffin shop was bowing and scraping, his face plastered with a fawning smile.
