Chapter 69: Lighting the Lamp to Lead

Chapter 69: Lighting the Lamp to Lead

Chapter 69: Lighting the Lamp to Lead
He changed to another place where the water was flowing and dug the mud again. When the mud was almost dried under the scorching sun, Qiu Sheng ran into the woods:

"Master, the silt has dried up!"

Before entering the woods, Qiu Sheng shouted from afar. It can be said that his voice arrived before he arrived.

However, when Qiu Sheng saw the scene in the woods, he couldn't help but be stunned:
"Master, you...you are eating fish...is this fish caught by Wencai?"

When he spoke to the end, Qiu Sheng suddenly felt that he couldn't bear to look straight.

However, Uncle Jiu, who was grilling fish over a fire and had just taken a bite of a large carp, turned around in surprise when he heard this:
"What? Are you hungry too? If you are hungry, come over and try it. This fish is freshly caught by Wencai."

When he said this, Uncle Jiu took the fish off the shelf, took a bite, and seemed to be very proud of the taste.

“…Gulp!”

Looking at Uncle Jiu eating fish, Qiu Sheng swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

At this point, he decided not to tell his master how these fish were attracted, after all, there was actually nothing wrong with the fish.

However, when he turned around and looked at his seventh uncle who was eating a dry biscuit next to him, he was a little surprised:
"Seventh Uncle, why didn't you eat fish?"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng was a little confused.

After all, when he was dredging the silt, he saw his seventh uncle pushing his wheelchair near them to enjoy the cool air.

Does Seventh Uncle know where fish come from?
Looking at Qiu Sheng in front of him, Song Feng broke the dough into pieces and slowly ground it in his mouth, and said casually:
"I don't really like eating fish!"

After hearing this impeccable reason, Qiu Sheng didn't say anything. After all, this was a good reason.

But when it comes to the fish lured out by the butt of Wencai's pants, he will never even touch it.

After a while, Wencai finished washing his clothes and came ashore. The few of them ate some bread and then rested in the woods.

After all, Huangquan Inn is not visible during the day.

They left Huangquan Inn before the sun came out in the morning, so they could only wait until night to go back.

Just at this time.

I only saw Uncle Jiu suddenly speak to Qiu Sheng:
"Qiu Sheng, bring all the dried mud you dug here, I'll teach you how to make clay figures!"

Sitting in a wheelchair, watching Uncle Jiu and his apprentice making clay figures with dried mud mixed with magic water, Song Feng seemed very relaxed:
"There's no need to make this clay figurine so early, otherwise it will be difficult to carry it to the ghost market at night."

"And since you, Uncle Jiu, want to raise those nine little guys in clay figurines the same way you raise spirit babies, then you'll have to pay for the incense and offerings in the future..."

When he said the last words, Song Feng looked at Uncle Jiu with a smile in his eyes. He quite liked seeing Uncle Jiu's reluctant look.

Although the charity cemetery is not considered poor now, every expense costs money, and spending money for no reason is not in line with Uncle Jiu's stingy nature.

Hearing what the old man Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle said while kneading the clay figurine:
"I have decided to build a Spirit Infant Hall after returning to the charity cemetery. By then, I can enshrine all the spirit infants in the vicinity of Renjia Town."

"After we have finished offering sacrifices to the spirit infant, we can then invite the incense of the Goddess of Childbirth to the charity cemetery. Then the money in the charity cemetery will be self-sufficient!"

After hearing this, Song Feng couldn't help but look at Uncle Jiu who was busy making clay figures with some surprise:

“That’s a good idea indeed!”

If a Lingying Hall is built in the expanded charity cemetery and incense is offered to the Goddess of Childbirth, the charity cemetery will become much more powerful.

By then, don’t even talk about being self-sufficient.

I'm afraid it won't be long before Uncle Jiu has all the resources for cultivation. I didn't expect that he has such a brain.

Seeing the surprise in Seventh Uncle's eyes, Nine Uncle wanted to smear the mud in his hands on the old man's face.

I have seen a lot of the world in my past, this old guy is really looking down on people!

The night came as expected.

Uncle Jiu, who had already made nine clay figures and placed them in the Yin-Yang Inn, became excited at this moment.

Seeing the fog getting thicker, Uncle Jiu took out the candle he had just lit, and then hung it in front of the door as before:
"The Yellow Spring Inn hangs up the Samadhi True Fire to prevent ordinary ghosts from harassing it, and hangs up ordinary lights to attract the black market guides."

"So if you have the chance to come across Huangquan Inn in the future, you must be clear about your purpose and never hang the wrong lantern!"

Seeing Uncle Jiu's serious expression, Qiu Sheng asked his own question with a curious look on his face:

"What happens if I hang up the wrong one?"

Seeing Qiu Sheng's silly look, Uncle Jiu casually gave him a slap:
"If you hang up the wrong one and your skills are not good enough, then you can only call the villagers to have a feast!"

After being disciplined by Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng immediately became obedient:
"Master, I remember..."

Seeing that Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai had no objections, Uncle Jiu said to the two greenhorns:
"Hanging up ordinary lanterns is only the first step. Only when you hang up the lanterns at the right time will you be led into the ghost market."

"And tonight is the right time!"

When he finished speaking, Uncle Jiu looked fiercely at Qiu Sheng who was huddled beside him.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's gaze, Qiu Sheng seemed very timid. He took a few steps back and leaned next to Song Feng:
"...The right time is the right time. Master, why are you always looking at me?"

Looking at the guy who was whispering, Uncle Jiu said with a look of disappointment:
"If you hadn't practiced hard and failed to draw out the essence of your five internal organs, and if you hadn't spent all the medicine I saved for you, would we still be using it to exchange for medicine at the ghost market?"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Qiu Sheng became even more cowardly. After all, it seemed that this was really their fault.

Seeing his cowardly look, Uncle Jiu was too lazy to lecture him anymore, and just said seriously:
"Tonight is the right time, so Huangquan Inn doesn't seem so dangerous at night."

"Don't sleep so deeply at night. When the time comes, the guide will carry the coffin and lead us to the ghost market."

"If any of you accidentally sleep in a coffin, you will have to go to a mass grave to find your body..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu say this, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were shocked. Then, Qiu Sheng repeatedly assured them:

"Master, don't worry. Even if I don't sleep tonight, I will never be carried to a mass grave. I will never let you worry about anything more!"

Hearing Qiu Sheng patting his chest in front of him, Wencai also hurried forward to express his loyalty:
"Master, that's what I mean. I'm just not going to sleep tonight and I won't cause you any trouble!"

It was a life-or-death multiple-choice question. No matter how foolishly they tried, they wouldn't dare to make a random choice. Someone could actually die.

Seeing that his words had initially calmed the two of them, Uncle Jiu took out a ball of red string from his pocket:

"Tie our left hands together before we go to sleep tonight, so that we won't be blocked when we enter the ghost market. Remember not to tie a knot!"

When he said this, he tied a knot and then threw the red rope onto Qiu Sheng.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's reminder, Qiu Sheng very seriously tied a slipknot on his hands, even a bow.

After tying the knot, Qiu Sheng threw the red rope to Wencai next to him:

"Wencai, it's your turn!"

After taking the red string, Wencai looked at the bow knot he had tied, and then at the round knot tied by Uncle Jiu. For a moment, he also followed his master to learn:

"Master tied a round knot, so I'll tie one too."

After tying a knot with great effort, Wencai pulled out a section of the red rope and handed it to Song Feng beside him with both hands: "...Seventh Uncle, it's your turn."

After hearing this, Song Feng, who had just dozed off subconsciously due to the influence of his body, came to his senses:

"Oh? Do you want to tie a red string?"

After saying that, he skillfully tied a slipknot on his left wrist.

For a moment, the four people were connected by a red rope.

Seeing that what needed to be done had been done, Uncle Jiu grabbed the quilt and covered his head with it:
"I've finished what I need to do, let's go to sleep!"

After he finished speaking, he actually regularized his breathing and looked as if he had fallen asleep.

Seeing Uncle Jiu fall asleep as soon as he said so, Qiu Sheng and Wencai looked at each other subconsciously, and then lay on the bed with their eyes wide open waiting to be picked up by the guide.

How do you say that?

Only you can understand yourself better.

Both of them are people who can mess things up, so in order to prevent themselves from being thrown into a mass grave, they have to stay awake at night.

After all, your life is your own, so you must protect it well.

Seeing Uncle Jiu fall asleep, Song Feng turned his head to look at the knots tied on the hands of the two people, and then he also lay on the bed and closed his eyes:
"Take some sleep and refresh yourself!"

However, after hearing his reminder, Qiu Sheng and Wencai stared with their eyes wide open and dared not sleep at all.

This is really fatal.

However, time passed quickly, and sometimes the more I didn't want to sleep, the more I stared, and the more lifeless my eyes became.

After a while, the two began to doze off one after another, looking extremely sleepy.

"Qiu... Sheng... How are you?"

When he said this, Wencai’s head was almost touching the quilt, and he was about to fall down.

When he heard Wencai ask this, Qiu Sheng slapped his face and forced his eyes open:

"I... I'm fine... I..."

However, before he could finish his words, his eyes closed instantly and he fell asleep.

"Snoring... snore... snore..."

Just like that, the room fell silent.

More than an hour passed, and when the night became darker, a breeze suddenly blew from the upper floor of the Huangquan Inn.

Then, four paper figures with rosy cheeks were seen floating up from downstairs carrying a thin coffin:

"Woooooooo..."

At first there was only one, but when they looked around, they found that there was only one door with a lantern hanging in front of it on this floor.

Those paper figures that were originally carrying coffins all gathered in front of the door, chattering to each other as if they were discussing something.

"Chi chi chi chi..."

After the discussion was finished, the paper figure at the head slowly opened the door:
"crunch~"

Hearing the door suddenly open, Uncle Jiu, who seemed to be sleeping very soundly just now, suddenly opened his eyes.

But he didn't show it.

He just slowly closed his eyes, and then seemed to have really fallen asleep.

Look inside the room.

When the four paper figures carrying the thin coffin came in, they seemed very happy when they saw four people here.

next moment.

Only a faint light was seen, and then this not-so-big guest room was filled with four coffins.

"……call!!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew out the lamp hanging at the door.

Then, the paper man who had been waiting for a long time quickly moved forward and then skillfully put the person into the coffin:

"Bang! Bang, Bang!"

Four coffins for four people seemed just right, except that the red rope looked a bit annoying.

But now is not the time to pay attention to these, because as the four of them were locked in the coffins, the group of paper figures had no intention of moving at all.

Just at this time.

All I heard was a few soft noises coming from the thin-skinned coffin that held Uncle Jiu:
"Boom boom boom!"

Hearing the sound, the paper figure with round cheeks painted on it suddenly had a bright look in front of its eyes:
"Hey Hey……"

A strange smile spread throughout the room.

Then, the paper man was seen flashing in front of Uncle Jiu's coffin.

Listening to the noise outside, Uncle Jiu opened the coffin lid from the inside, revealing the position of a hand and then rubbed it with his hand:
"Wow..."

A handful of colorful paper money with stamps on it suddenly appeared in front of the paper man who was leading the group.

Seeing this large amount of paper money, the paper man leading the group seemed very happy. He grabbed the paper money and stuffed it into his mouth:
"crunch crunch..."

After tasting the flavor of the ghost money, he threw the ghost money in his hand into the sky:
"Crash..."

Colorful paper money was scattered all over the sky, but then the paper figures carrying the coffins began to chew them. The atmosphere in the whole room was very strange:

“Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch…”

Hearing this strange sound, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, who were sleeping soundly, were awakened:

"...Uh...what's wrong?"

However, when Qiu Sheng moved and found himself in a coffin, he suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet straight up to his head:

"hiss……"

I was completely panicked!

It’s over. Could it be that he overslept and was thrown into the mass grave?
(End of this chapter)