"We need to pray sincerely later. After all, it's not easy for them to work overtime during the Chinese New Year. We need to be respectful!"
Uncle Jiu was setting up an incense table in the yard. He seemed to have thought of something and turned to warn Qiu Sheng and Wencai behind him.
The two of them nodded helpfully, covered their left eyes with their hands, shook their heads in panic and said nothing.
Their left eyes are now swollen because they accidentally fell and landed on Uncle Jiu's fist.
If I talk nonsense again, I will probably fall again and get my right eye swollen.
Oh Heaven, Oh Earth, we really didn’t know that Master was going to practice today.
Moreover, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a little zombie riding on him. How could we tell
The two of them felt aggrieved.
Uncle Jiu shook his head and continued his journey of burning incense.
"People are afraid of something bad happening to them, but do you know what Xiang is most afraid of?"
"Naturally, two short and one long."
"Because, either something bad will happen, or you will encounter a ghost..."
When Uncle Jiu talked about ghosts, his tone was so eerie that Qiu Shengwencai shivered.
"Are you afraid of ghosts? Go back to your room!"
Following Uncle Jiu's scolding, Qiu Sheng and Wencai nodded and ran into the room in a panic.
Simu smiled and shook his head, and also used his hands to urge his wife and daughter to quickly go into the room.
Otherwise, when the ghost messenger comes, it will not be a good environment for those of them who are weak in cultivation.
It also prevents them from being ignorant and causing trouble.
The originally bustling yard was now left with only Uncle Jiu, Simu and Russell.
The little zombie would occasionally stick its head out and look around the yard curiously.
And on the little zombie's head, there were two restless heads, and two hands were unconsciously placed on the little zombie's shoulders.
The weight made the little zombie groan and put his hands on his hips, protesting to the two people above.
The paper figure on the forehead changed its shape, showing two little people hugging each other with a huge egg behind their backs.
"What is he talking about?" Qiu Sheng scratched his head and couldn't help but frowned and asked Wencai.
Ever since they adopted Russell at home, they understood one thing: in the charity cemetery, the younger the child, the harder it is to mess with.
Especially Uncle Jiu’s attitude, which shows that this little zombie is the master’s new son and he cannot be offended.
Wencai stared at the paper man carefully. The little zombie became more and more anxious. The paper man on his forehead kept changing, and the huge egg not only hit the little man.
It suddenly dawned on him and he understood!
Zhi Jianwencai clapped his hands and said, "Qiu Sheng, do you think the little zombie wants to eat eggs? Look how anxious he is."
Little Zombie: (?)
"Yeah." Qiu Sheng nodded, "You're right. Let's go get him some eggs. We can't let him go hungry."
"Walk!"
The two men carried the little zombie away. The master was busy now, and they, the apprentices, must not cause any trouble.
We help the master take care of the little zombies. We are really good and filial disciples of the master!
"Eeyah, eyah, eyah!"
The little zombie desperately dug into the ground with his hands, but there was no way and he was dragged away.
If he could speak, he would surely sing the most beautiful national quintessence in the world and the warmest greetings to Qiu Sheng Wencai's eighteen generations of ancestors.
...
Uncle Jiu flicked his fingers, and the paper money he was holding suddenly began to burn. It was drawn downwards and slowly fell to the ground.
The wind came from somewhere and caused the paper money to slowly spin, forming a small vortex visible to the naked eye.
The yard gradually became cooler. Russell looked up and saw some dark figures slowly entering the courtyard.
Uncle Jiu looked solemn. He scooped up a mouthful of soil from somewhere and put it in his mouth, then started to negotiate with the man in a sobbing voice.
Judging from the uniform, he should be a Yinchai, and his rank is not low.
Russell couldn't help but sigh with emotion. The New Year would be here in a few hours, and this ghost was still working. He was simply the legendary moral model.
What is 996? It’s simply a blessing.
007, get up at 0 o'clock, rest at 0 o'clock, work 7 days a week.
Hiss, no time to die!
Uncle Jiu chattered with the ghost for a long time, and it was unknown what benefits he promised, but the ghost smiled happily.
After a while, the ghost was seen sitting beside the incense table, eating the offerings on the incense table happily and drinking two cups of wine with satisfaction.
"Alas, it is more comfortable to deal with you ascetics."
The ghost sighed, saying that those who practice Taoism know the rules, the money they give is real money, and they can also eat the offerings they give.
Those mortals just spend tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of dollars. Wow, it looks good and big, but it is not worth the money.
There's inflation in the underworld. Tens of millions of dollars can't buy a glass of wine. It's so rubbish.
Russell was not surprised by his words, because the ghost messenger would always speak in two different ways, and this was what he heard from his uncle Jiu.
It seems that because the underworld and the human world are not two different worlds, the words spoken are different, which is the legendary ghost language.
As the ghosts often travel between the underworld and the human world, they will naturally speak both languages.
It was perfectly normal for him to speak in ghost language when talking to Uncle Jiu.
Who would use public funds when making extra money
Uncle Jiu smiled and handed the Acacia copper coin wrapped in a yellow talisman to him.
This ghost messenger is a connoisseur of valuables, or perhaps the reputation of the Acacia Coins in the underworld is simply too high.
As soon as he opened it, his expression suddenly became much more solemn. He looked at Uncle Jiu and couldn't stop shaking his head and sighing.
"You've finally made it big this year!"
If this magical weapon could be sold, I would have a life of wealth and glory for the rest of my life, which would directly replace the performance of one or two years.
He and Uncle Jiu are old acquaintances, and they have been together for nearly seven or eight years.
Uncle Jiu is quite hardworking. He goes to catch ghosts every few days. He only catches seventy or eighty ghosts a year, which is considered quite impressive.
This love copper coin is equivalent to one and a half years' normal sales performance. Isn't it paid out
Uncle Jiu shook his head. This was not his, but Russell's.
But he didn't explain, instead he asked another question.
"I want to rescue the soul trapped in the Acacia Coin and send them to reincarnation. Is that possible?"
That’s right, after the person whose love power is absorbed dies, his soul will be trapped in the love copper coins and he will not be able to reincarnate.
This was also the reason why the ghost could not find the ghost of Mr. Zhou and why Miss Lin suddenly disappeared.
"This is a waste of virtue. The people here have nothing to do with you..."
Yinchai said it very cryptically. Is it worth it to do good deeds for someone you don’t know
As long as Uncle Jiu sells it, he can make 1,000 good deeds for free.
"Save him!"
Uncle Jiu was very calm, "Who made me a Taoist priest?"
Yin Cha was stunned and added silently in his heart, who made me Lin Jiu!
Lin Jiu is a Taoist priest, but a Taoist priest is not Lin Jiu!