In the cafeteria, Uncle Jiu, Russell, and Wencai sat at the table and started to eat breakfast, but it was a little late.
On weekdays, I usually have breakfast at six in the morning, but today it was delayed to seven.
Don’t talk while eating and don’t talk while sleeping.
This was Uncle Jiu's usual tradition, but today he felt very uncomfortable, twisting and turning in his chair as if he had hemorrhoids.
After a while, Uncle Jiu finally spoke, "Russell, what did you encounter outside this morning?"
Russell was trying to hold back his laughter, but his master couldn't help it in the end.
He also understood that the master was worried about his young age and lack of consideration, and was afraid that the same incident as Wang Er would happen again.
Russell told Uncle Jiu what happened in the morning in detail. When he talked about how he bent down to pick up the money, which led to the female ghost's death at the hands of Li Si, Uncle Jiu laughed.
He laughed and scolded, "You little bastard! You're hiding something from your master!"
From childhood to adulthood, Russell was raised by his uncle Jiu. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are master and apprentice, or father and son.
Uncle Jiu already knew Russell's personality and habits very well.
This is a man who never carries any money with him. I don’t know where he developed this bad habit of never carrying any cash with him.
The so-called bending down to pick up money is just an excuse.
Russell chuckled and said nothing. Uncle Jiu looked at him helplessly but didn't say anything.
This is his apprentice.
That was a female ghost I had never met before.
Is there any need to say who is important
The world is big, but our little apprentice Russell is the biggest!
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, "What are your plans, Li Si?"
"The master has the final say."
"Okay." Uncle Jiu nodded. "It happens to be the 15th day of the lunar month today. The ghost messenger will leave from here and take Li Si back to the underworld. When the time comes, I will give him some instructions so that he will suffer less."
In the eyes of outsiders, the so-called salvation of the dead souls means that Taoist priests and monks recite long spells and pray to God to help the dead escape the sufferings of hell.
In Russell's eyes, to liberate the souls of the dead, all they had to do was talk to the ghost messenger and ask him to take care of them.
As for the extent of care
It depends on the intention. If the intention is big, we will take big care of it. If the intention is medium, we will take some care of it. If the intention is small, we will not take care of it.
Of course, it also depends on the face of the person who is doing the salvation of the dead. If the person has a great face, sometimes even small things will be given special consideration.
If it's not interesting, do you still want to care about it
So what do you mean
Those spells that outsiders can't understand are actually nonsense. If you speak quickly, it's the so-called nonsense.
The ghost catcher couldn't understand what people said, as if the underworld and the human world were two completely different worlds.
At this time, you need an intelligent translation machine.
Grave soil.
Eating dirt can perfectly solve these problems. You can speak the truth to people and lies to ghosts.
“Eat quickly!”
Uncle Jiu urged, "Change your clothes and take a shower later. I'll open a bank account for you tonight."
"Bank account?" Russell couldn't help but blinking when he heard this strange yet familiar name.
"It's the Bank of China opened by Mr. Sun in Peking." Uncle Jiu seemed to think that Russell didn't understand, so he explained it again, "It's similar to a bank in a provincial capital, where you can deposit and withdraw money."
"oh."
Uncle Jiu looked at the stunned Russell and couldn't help feeling a little proud. He was also a trendy person. Although he had never been there, he had heard of it.
It's easy to fool a young apprentice who has never seen the world.
"When the ghost messenger comes tonight, I will open a separate bank account for you. From now on, the good deeds you earn will be yours to manage."
Russell's eyes were dull. What was this all about? Why couldn't he understand
Uncle Jiu didn't explain much and just lowered his head to eat. Russell suppressed his curiosity and would know the answer in the evening.
On every full moon night, there are always some people holding ancient rituals.
Uncle Jiu held the incense in both hands and inserted it steadily into the incense burner. The table was filled with pastries and some tea, and he sat beside the table with his arms and legs spread out.
Russell leaned on the table with his head resting on it, and with his other hand, he played with the katydid on the table.
This was a big one, jumping very fast. Russell had snatched it from Xiao Hei's mouth. Xiao Hei was very upset about it, so he stood in the yard, with his wings akimbo, and cursed for a long time.
Finally, Uncle Jiu glared at Xiao Hei, and Xiao Hei immediately walked away dejectedly. This little kid was unbearable!
The wind started to blow at night, and Russell felt a gust of wind blowing, and his whole body felt a little cold. Uncle Jiu whispered, "Here it comes, don't say anything!"
Russell nodded and blinked, his eyes sparkling, and the moment he saw was different.
I saw black fog rolling in the yard, filled with ghostly aura, and it was extremely eerie and terrifying.
There were sounds of footsteps coming closer and closer, and the uniform pace seemed to shake the earth.
This is something ordinary people cannot feel.
One figure after another passed through the courtyard, teams of soldiers. These soldiers were wearing standard armor, holding long spears in their hands, their steps were neat and powerful, and their bodies were filled with a murderous aura.
The yard, which was originally somewhat empty, was instantly filled with them, with at least dozens of people.
We don’t know how many are out there.
Uncle Jiu stood up with a solemn expression, and two soldiers wearing other clothes walked out, who looked like the leaders.
The two leaders didn't hesitate to see the food on the table. They just sat down beside the table and started eating. They couldn't eat the food from ordinary people. Only monks who knew the rules could taste the food of the human world.
The two of them ate happily, but there was still a lot of food on the table, whether it was cakes or tea.
Russell was not surprised. People eat food and ghosts eat air. They had eaten the air in the cakes and tea. The cakes became like tofu dregs and the tea became colorless and tasteless.
He just stared at the two men with wide eyes. The two ghosts subconsciously glanced at him and stood up in fright.
One of them grabbed Uncle Jiu's arm and whispered, "What's the relationship between this kid and that gentleman?"
"Master uncle thinks highly of him. He has good talent and is willing to cultivate him."
Uncle Jiu naturally knew what the ghost was asking, but Russell himself didn't know. His soul was shining with golden light, and a rune was attached to his forehead.
"This kid, I'm protecting him!"
Anyone with a bit of discerning eyes and who has been to the underworld will know who this is.
The ghost messengers gasped. Although this kid is small, he might become their leader in a few decades.
You know, it took them more than two hundred years to climb from ghosts to the position of underworld officials, and ghosts don’t know how long it will take to climb higher.
"I plan to open a bank account for my apprentice and send this ghost there at the same time. Don't make it too hard on him, he is also a miserable person."
"Sure, sure."
A ghost picked up a token and, under the guidance of Uncle Jiu, slowly carved Russell's name.
"Big ghost 20, small ghost 10, this one counts as half a big ghost, let's call it 15 points, take care of it, um, it's free."
The ghost took his token and made a stroke on it, then handed the token to Uncle Jiu and hurried away while holding Li Si at the side.
It is not advisable to stay here for long.
Russell looked at the departure of the ghost soldiers in some confusion. Why were they running away? Was there a tigress here
"Russell, this is yours. Take it. From now on, all the merits you earn from helping the dead souls to be reborn will be on it."
Uncle Jiu began to introduce Russell, the newbie, "Yin De is the currency of the underworld Yin Cha, which is controlled by the underworld and can be exchanged for various treasures and even positions."
He couldn't help but feel proud, "Your master is the boss of the underworld. I spent a full ten thousand Yin De in the beginning."
"so much?"
Big ghosts are 20, small ghosts are 10, and ten thousand good deeds are enough to save a thousand ghosts.
"Not much." Uncle Jiu coughed, "I worked hard to earn a thousand, and your master gave me a small contribution of nine thousand Yin De."
Russell: (￣▽￣)
I'd like a little support too!