"Today is Ghost Festival. The ghosts who remain in the underworld can come back to the world of the living to have a look. What they want most is the paper money burned by their relatives. If they burn more paper money, they will suffer less in the underworld."
Uncle Jiu took A Lian for a stroll on the street, explaining the knowledge to her in detail, and looking around to see if there was anything strange.
"Well, you mean I've been through more than thirty near-death experiences, and more than twenty of them went wrong, so I have to be extra careful this day."
"But in the future, there may be no such thing as the gates of hell."
Uncle Jiu suddenly sighed and thought that perhaps after a period of time, he would no longer be able to sense the existence of the underworld, and then there would be no such thing as the gates of hell opening.
Human souls cannot go to the underworld, and ghosts cannot go to the human world. There is no reincarnation, no rebirth. When a person dies, it is like a light being extinguished. There is no more thought, and no one knows whether it is good or bad.
A Lian didn't know the answer, she just knew that Uncle Jiu was in a bad mood, so she was quick-witted and tried to change the subject.
"Uncle Feng, today is Ghost Festival, why haven't we seen Brother Luo come back?"
She pretended to ask casually. As a person of the same age, the person Qianhe mentioned most in front of her was Uncle Jiu's little apprentice, the super genius Russell.
I want to praise it to the sky.
There is no other existence in the world.
This time I came here not only to find a job, but also to take a look at these other people's children.
"Him~"
Uncle Jiu shook his head but didn't elaborate. He had mentioned it to Russell before, but Russell was obviously not interested. The gap between them was too big, and it would not be a good thing for them to know each other, so it was better not to talk about it.
Seeing that Uncle Jiu didn't say anything, A Lian was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, she pointed to the distance and said, "Uncle Feng, look, Auntie San is burning paper over there."
Before she knew it, she was almost at her own store. At the corner of the street, her neighbor, Grandma San, was burning paper. A-Lian had a very good impression of this old lady.
Uncle Jiu also nodded. He didn't see anything unusual along the way and was in a good mood.
At the street corner, Grandma San was squatting there burning paper money, and at the end she was still chanting, "Son, Zhuzhu has found a job, and also found a boyfriend. I heard he is very handsome. You can bless her from below."
The fire in the brazier was still burning brightly. Uncle Jiu originally wanted to go forward and say something, but he saw a naughty child taking off his pants and preparing to urinate into the brazier where paper was burned.
Boy's urine has a very strong smell and is full of yang energy. If it is poured on a little ghost, it will cause serious injuries to the little ghost, and the surrounding ghosts may also be full of resentment.
This is not a good thing.
This naughty kid!
Uncle Jiu was quick-witted and moved quickly. He lifted the naughty kid with one hand and turned him to the side. He peed on the side. He flicked his finger and the naughty kid cried, "I told you not to pee anywhere. Don't be so naughty in the future, or I'll flick your finger every time I see you."
"Wow...bad uncle..."
The naughty child ran away crying, and Uncle Jiu smiled and shook his head. It turned out that he had not done anything serious. But just as he was relieved, he raised his head again, only to hear A Lian's frightened cry behind him.
"Uncle Feng, Uncle Feng, come quickly, something bad has happened!"
"What's wrong?"
Uncle Jiu quickly turned around and saw the burning cabinet. The fire was extremely fierce. Going upstairs, he realized that it was someone else's house.
Grandma San was crying anxiously. Her granddaughter had just found a job outside. If she set fire to someone else's house, she would have to pay a lot of money.
"Damn it! When you get old, you're really useless..."
Allen scooped up a bucket of water from the nearby water tank and was about to pour it on the fire to put it out, but Uncle Jiu from Redemption quickly reached out to stop him.
"The worst taboo when burning paper money is to leave it halfway burned. Either don't burn it at all, or burn it all the way through. Giving up halfway is the easiest way to incur resentment."
It's like playing a game halfway.
Halfway through applauding for love.
The feeling of anger at being interrupted is simply self-evident.
Uncle Jiu pressed his palm against the wall, and something happened that stunned A Lian. The fire that had spread on the wall actually retreated. He stuffed the burning paper products into the brazier, and the original raging fire was confined to the brazier.
"this… "
Ah Lian was shocked and asked hurriedly, "Uncle Feng, how did you do this?"
"It's just a subtle technique of Taoism. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning."
Grandma San, who was standing by, suddenly touched her chest with her hand. She almost couldn't breathe just now, and she was scared.
She is old now, and her biggest wish is no longer for her grandchildren to take care of her every day, but to pray for herself to be healthier and not cause any trouble to her children.
When you leave, walk quickly and don't lie down on the bed and make things difficult for them.
"Thank you very much. Thank you very much."
Grandma San was really scared and kept thanking Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu smiled and comforted her, "Grandma San, go back to the house. You are so old, you should rest early. I will help you burn it before that."
"well."
The third grandma clasped her hands together and bowed to both sides with a look of panic, muttering to herself, "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it." After bowing for a while, she returned to the house with a sense of relief.
"Master, Master!"
At this moment, Zhong Bang ran over from a distance, panting and wiping the sweat from his head, "So you are here, I'll be looking for you for a while, Master."
"What happened?"
"It's not a small matter. Today, I was on duty and got a tip that someone was transporting drugs. Then I caught that person and seized a lot of drugs on the spot."
"Get to the point."
Uncle Jiu was not interested in this news at all. He also knew that Zhong Bang would definitely not say useless things. He had already made a rough guess in his mind, "Is there something wrong with that woman?"
"Master, you are truly a prophet!"
Zhong Bang took out some photos from his pocket and handed them to Uncle Jiu. There was a woman in the photo. "It was this woman who was carrying the poison. When we caught her, we shot her and broke her leg. But she didn't say a word. It seemed like she had no reaction at all."
"She was hit by a truck and the front of the truck was shattered, but she was not hurt at all."
"So, Master, I suspect she looks like a zombie."
Zhong Bang expressed his guess. According to his observation, the creature had no expression on its face, walked stiffly, and was invulnerable to swords and guns. Except for its short nails, no sharp teeth, and the fact that it could not jump when walking, it was basically no different from a zombie.
He couldn't make up his mind. After all, he had seen very few zombies, only two or three, and they were very strange. They were not normal zombies at all.
So he wanted to ask Uncle Jiu for advice.
Uncle Jiu took a look at the photo and said lightly.
"This is the method of the Jiuju School."
"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect?"