The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is the Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the Ghost Festival.
The two days before and after the Ghost Festival, that is, from the 14th to the 16th of the seventh lunar month, are the days when the gates of hell are wide open.
At this time, those ghosts wandering in the underworld who have been working hard to earn good karma and have not yet been reincarnated can return to the world of the living and meet their relatives.
Every household burned paper money at the door to attract wandering ghosts back home.
This day is not only an important day for ghosts, but also an important day for the underworld.
Because on this day they will get their salary, the kind that is paid once a year. How can they not be happy on this day
They were happy, but Uncle Jiu was very busy, since he was the manager of a bank.
Other bank managers are indifferent to retail investors, but if their clients are replaced by Yinchai, do you think their attitude will be better
It’s terrible that this customer gave a bad review!
Uncle Jiu was busy all day yesterday, and he was busy printing money today. He even asked his two apprentices Qiu Sheng and Wencai to come over. His hands were almost sore from printing.
Until Russell looked at them like idiots, Uncle Jiu also learned a foreign word from that moment.
assembly line…
Watching the paper man working tirelessly and diligently printing paper money quickly, an hour's work was equivalent to a day's work.
Uncle Jiu has expressed this sentiment countless times. Damn it, why did I have to learn talismans in the first place? Aren’t paper figures better
With such a good thing, why not bring it out earlier
Uncle Jiu looked at Russell with resentment in his eyes, and his fingers were numb.
Russell blinked and pretended not to care.
At this time, Wencai looked at the paper money that kept piling up and raised his head curiously, "Master, are there too many paper money printed this year?"
There was more than just a lot of it. The paper man's work efficiency was really too fast. Looking at the paper money stacking higher and higher, Uncle Jiu asked Russell to stop.
If too much paper money is printed, what is the difference between it and waste paper
“That’s a lot of money!”
Qiu Sheng picked up a piece of paper money with a few large characters clearly printed on it, which fully demonstrated its great weight.
"Wow, four thousand taels!" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but exclaimed, my goodness, how many wives can he marry with this money
Let me count on my fingers. One seven equals seven. Two seven equals forty-eight. Thirty-eight...
Russell touched his chin and said seriously, "Actually, this money can still be used. If you die and become a ghost, won't this money become real money?"
"When the time comes, you will be rich, and you can go to the underworld to buy a few haunted houses, some good land, and marry a few wives!"
"As long as you save for a few decades, after you die, this pile of paper in front of you will be worth a mountain of gold and silver!"
this…
Wencai and Qiu Sheng looked at each other. What the junior brother said made a lot of sense.
Russell even gave Uncle Jiu a look, signaling him to cooperate, "Isn't that right, Master? The money you printed can definitely be spent in the underworld."
"You don't mind your apprentice spending some money, do you?"
Wencai and Qiu Sheng were already moved by what was said, and they looked at Uncle Jiu in unison.
Uncle Jiu was a little amused and slapped Russell on the head, "You little brat, I tease you every day, do these two brothers have fun?"
Then, he glared at Wencai Qiusheng and said, "I told you two to study hard, but you didn't listen. Can you keep the paper money until next year?"
"If I can put it off until later, then I'll be making paper money every year, but it's useless!"
Can’t it be left until later
Wencai and Qiu Sheng were immediately disappointed, as if they had missed an opportunity to become billionaires.
"Hey, you two!"
Uncle Jiu looked at the two dejected guys and shook his head helplessly. "Don't run around tonight. Just stay in the charity cemetery. I'll give you some pocket money later."
"Okay!"
When they heard that they would get pocket money, they became as happy as children and couldn't help but screaming loudly.
Uncle Jiu quietly pulled Russell aside and whispered, "Don't let them run around for a while, Master, I have something to say?"
He couldn't help but feel emotional. It was ridiculous to let the youngest apprentice take care of two older apprentices!
"Master, do you have anything to do today?" Russell tilted his head curiously, even though the paper money had already been folded.
"It's been a bit uneasy out there lately." Uncle Jiu sighed, "A few days ago, a ghost was killed. The person who did it was so skilled that he didn't even leave any clues."
"The underworld has also issued a bounty order, a full 1,000 Yin De Points!"
That was 1,000 Yin De points. Uncle Jiu couldn't help but smack his lips. As a bank boss, he only spent 10,000 Yin De points.
100 little ghosts are only worth this much. If the manipulator behind this is caught, it will be a huge fortune!
Russell lowered his head guiltily, as if he might be the walking 1,000 Yin De Points.
"Master will have a drink with those ghost messengers later to learn about what happened outside recently."
Those ghost messengers travel far and wide, taking souls and lives everywhere, and they are extremely well-informed. The secrets that you, the living, don't know, may be known by the dead.
Uncle Jiu was in Renjia Town, and he learned about the changes in the outside world through the Times, the news from his fellow apprentices, and the third one, chatting with these ghost messengers.
Not only do we hear about major events in the world of the living, but we can also get a glimpse of things happening in the underworld.
"Okay, Master, I will take good care of the two brothers!"
Russell nodded. He couldn't let Wencai and Qiu Sheng, two scumbags, go to the stage and make a scene and then let the ghosts go.
Although killing ghosts can gain energy points, the price is also extremely high. Uncle Jiu summoned his fellow disciples to help, but was ridiculed by Shi Jian.
When the ghost came to question him, Uncle Jiu kept speaking good words to his two apprentices. He didn't know how much good karma he had to accumulate before the matter was settled.
Otherwise, I don’t know how many times Qiu Shengwen would have gone to the eighteen levels of hell for this matter
This caused the ghosts guarding the underworld to escape, which was just like robbing a money truck, and the key was that they actually succeeded in robbing it.
It doesn't matter if the person ran away, but the two of them were caught stupidly...
Uncle Jiu didn't know that his two apprentices were such idiots, and he was still telling Russell, "Come to my room later. I'll give them some pocket money from the big yellow croaker."
Russell nodded. Just as Uncle Jiu was about to leave, he stopped and reminded him, "Remember to use your fingers to pick a little bit, not too much!"
"I know!"
Russell rolled his eyes, and Uncle Jiu stopped his nagging like Tang Seng, waved his hand, and walked into the inner room.
On the day of the Ghost Festival, printing paper money is only a small part of the busy day, and even busier things are yet to come.
As soon as the door was opened, the originally deserted entrance was already filled with a long queue and crowds of people.
Russell has long been accustomed to it. After all, today is the Ghost Festival, and every household has to burn paper money for their ancestors or relatives, which can be used as a guiding light at night.
Not everyone can print their own paper money, and even if they can, they won’t do it.
Because they know that the paper money they print is just paper.
In the past, some of these people would go to the provincial capital to buy some paper money, but this year is different.
Because almost everyone knows that there is a god behind Uncle Jiu, no, there is a god underground.
This is much more useful than any advertisement.
"Be quiet, be quiet!"
Qiu Sheng is particularly high-spirited now. It is only at this time that he feels the charm of being Uncle Jiu's apprentice.
He waved his hands violently, waving his crossed arms open, "Everyone, divide into two rows. Men stand on the left, women stand on the right, and those who are neither male nor female stand in the middle."
As soon as these words were spoken, the people in front of the charity cemetery were in an uproar and looked at each other in confusion.
Russell coughed awkwardly, and Qiu Sheng suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and told his former junior brother a joke.
He hastily corrected, "I just said it wrong. Those who buy paper money should stand on the left, and those who come to write letters please stand on the right."
This time, everyone started to stand in separate lines, with those who bought paper money standing on the left and those who wrote and delivered letters standing on the right.
That’s right!
It is true that letters can be written and sent, but not to the living, but to the dead.
Uncle Jiu's business is extremely wide-ranging. He can not only catch ghosts and goblins, but also read Feng Shui, sell talismans, sell herbs, treat illnesses, sell paper money, and work part-time as a deliverer of letters to the dead.
In the past, this job was always done by Uncle Jiu, but this year.
Russell sighed. There was nothing he could do about having such a lazy master.
He remembered yesterday afternoon, when the sun was setting, Uncle Jiu gave him this important task.
He said that it was to give him some experience, but in fact he just wanted to be lazy.
Russell still remembered that Uncle Jiu was saying with emotion that he was fooled when he went to Maoshan to learn Maoshan magic.
As long as you learn the Maoshan technique, you can eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks, and lie on a chair to bask in the sun.
Unexpectedly, he is now getting further and further away from his dream.
Russell's three views were completely destroyed. He originally thought that Uncle Jiu learned Maoshan magic in order to take the world as his responsibility and protect the people from being bullied by demons.
Never expected...
Uncle Jiu's dream is so simple, to eat delicious food, drink spicy drinks, and lie on a reclining chair to bask in the sun...
"Little fairy, I want to write a letter to my husband and tell him that Er Gouzi gave birth to a boy, and our Su family has an heir."
An old woman said anxiously, interrupting Russell's recollection.
Russell nodded and sat in the chair, his legs flapping in the air and his hands writing steadily on the paper.
It was easy for him to control the long brush, and his scribbles were not really scribbles!
In order to avoid being drawn, he turned into a panda and hid on the roof to bask in the sun.
Why!
My lost youth!
As Russell was writing, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Is this Er Gouzi your son?"
"Of course!"
“…” Russell nodded silently. What a nice name. It reminded him of a guy named Chen Ergou.
After writing the letter, Russell folded the paper, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the chopping board with his left hand, and picked up a bowl from the side, which was half filled with water.
He placed the chopsticks upright in the bowl and poured a little water on them. The old woman looked at him nervously.
The chopsticks stood there and did not fall.
Russell nodded, "The ghost is still there, and has not been reincarnated. I will send the letter over now."
As he spoke, he pinched two fingers and the envelope suddenly caught fire and turned into ashes in the white flames.
The old woman left with many thanks and left behind a large sum of money, which was the basic cost of materials.
Ordinary paper cannot reach the underworld!
Russell continued to get busy. In front of him was a long line of people, at least thirty or forty in number.
Write them one by one, but not everyone is so lucky. Some chopsticks fall down just after they are erected. Then it is believed that the person has been reincarnated.
However, this kind of thing is rare. Most people have to work in the underworld for more than ten years before they can earn enough merit for reincarnation.
If you want to be born into a good family and not die suddenly in the womb or starve to death at a young age, you can only work for a few more years.
Their annual salary is probably just a bit of good karma. Anyway, ghosts don’t need to eat, drink, or sleep, so all the money can be saved.
Russell worked for a while before finishing his work. He looked to the left and saw two guys busying themselves.
"Hey, I'm done here, brothers, you two should work harder!"
Russell gloated for a moment, and was met with two big eye rolls. He looked at the long line and realized it would take a long time for all the items to be sold out.
Let me go to the bathroom!
Russell no longer dared to fertilize the sapling, because under the watering of his love, the sapling turned more and more yellow
Fortunately, the tree can’t speak, otherwise it would point at Russell’s nose and curse his ancestors for eighteen generations!
After a while, Russell finished his work and accidentally took the wrong road, ending up outside Uncle Jiu's room.
I quietly put my ear close to listen to the conversation between Uncle Jiu and those ghost messengers.
You can't blame him for this. As the saying goes, curiosity is a man's nature.
But to his disappointment, the conversation between Uncle Jiu and the ghost messengers was very normal and there was no explosive news.
"Hey, Brother Dao, it's not peaceful out there right now. People are dying every day. Our legs are almost broken from exhaustion."
A ghost was complaining that the environment outside was not friendly to them.
The world was filled with resentment. When they walked between heaven and earth, they felt as if they were being exposed to the sun. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"The evil spirit of heaven and earth is getting heavier and heavier. It will probably not be long, at most two or three years, before the great catastrophe of the millennium will begin. By that time, I'm afraid even more people will die."
"Who says it's not?"
Another Yinchai sighed helplessly, work is not easy.
As he was talking, Russell's expression couldn't help but become solemn. He only heard a ghost messenger say, "Now, this matter is known. Not long ago, a village disappeared in the neighboring province. Black air lingered, and the whole village disappeared."
"Ah?" This was obviously Uncle Jiu's surprised voice.
"Your is nothing, mine is amazing."
"There's another town not far from Renjia Town, called Teng Teng Town. Guess what, they'd rather have all the damn zombies in it!"
Tenten Town
Interesting