Chapter 150: Watching a Ghost Show on July 7
Chapter 150: Watching Ghost Show on July th
A dozen paper figures.
Bundles of gold ingot candles.
Roast chicken, pig head...
The most important thing is the paper sedan chair.
Burning paper is a strenuous job that requires great endurance. The fire is raging and the person's face will be burned and painful.
"Why does smoke always follow people?"
Fei Bao complained while carrying a stick. He didn't know which wind came from the east, south, west or north, but it blew the smoke from the burning paper over his head, making his eyes tear up.
The guy from the paper-making shop carried the things over and left, leaving only Tan Wenjie, Jingjing and Feibao.
There are more people available, but Mr. Tan doesn't want anyone to run errands today.
"Mr. Tan, who is this young lady?"
Fei Bao had never heard that Tan Wenjie had any relatives named Dong, and the woman on the tombstone looked very young.
When I worship later, I will always have to say something, so I have to make it clear about my identity and status.
Tan Wenjie said casually: "My friend."
It was indeed his friend, Dong Xiaoyu.
He had lost contact with the thousand-year-old fox spirit since the last time he ran into her, and was not sure whether she was dead or alive, so Tan Wenjie took the initiative to come and visit her.
For example, the large sedan chair carried by eight people that he used as compensation was definitely better than the small sedan chair carried by four paper figures that Xiaoyu had used before, and it could accommodate many people.
It was getting dark.
Tan Wenjie's eyes moved, and he saw with his own eyes the paper sedan chair and the paper people turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear into the grave mound in front of him.
And those ingot candles were all sucked in.
As Feibao and Jingjing watched, he walked forward and tapped the tombstone gently: "Is there a ghost at home?"
A hazy ghostly aura dissipated.
In the eyes of Fei Bao and the others, a magnificent mansion appeared. The door of the mansion opened with a creaky sound, and a deep stone road led to the dark depths of the inner courtyard.
The expressions of the two changed. They didn't expect that the friend Mr. Tan was talking about was this kind of friend!
Haunted house.
A faint groan was heard.
"master!"
"Brother Wenjie!"
When the two saw Tan Wenjie walking in, they wanted to stop him, but after thinking about Tan Wenjie's strength, they felt that it would not be dangerous for Tan Wenjie to go into his ghost friend's old house alone.
If they weren’t friends, who would spend so much money to buy paper figures and paper sedan chairs to burn?
Unlike what Fei Bao and the others saw, Tan Wenjie, who had a pair of yin-yang eyes, was hardly deceived by ghosts, unless they were really powerful ghosts to a certain extent.
He heard a sound coming from behind the grave, so he took two steps around it.
In the eyes of Fei Bao and the other two, he walked into the mansion, but in fact he just took two steps around and looked at the grave mound.
"I thought something was wrong with you."
The corner of Tan Wenjie's mouth twitched as he looked at Xiaoyu lying on the Arhat bed, holding a candle in one hand and enjoying it like eating barbecue.
"Thank you, Mr. Tan, for the gift."
Xiaoyu raised her hand and held up the candle: "Are you here to inform me to reincarnate?"
I didn't expect that my empty promises were actually seen through. No wonder Xiaoyu started to slack off.
Tan Wenjie coughed lightly: "Ahem, there is no rush for reincarnation. Once I have established connections in the underworld, everything can be discussed."
Everything is ready. I am just waiting for my master to die, and then help find out what is going on with Xiaoyu.
He added: "But seeing that you are okay, I feel relieved."
This is true.
He doesn't need sedan bearers for the time being, and the coffin spirit can occasionally make a cameo appearance as a flying mount. It's hard to say which one is more terrifying, a paper sedan and a coffin flying in the sky.
There is actually not much to talk about the man and the ghost. Tan Wenjie is a typical beauty-conscious person. Xiaoyu is always without beauty filter in front of him, and half of her face looks prickly and scary. If it was a ghost he was not familiar with, he would have chopped her with a knife long ago.
Xiaoyu said, "I can't go out these few days. I will definitely try out the new sedan chair you gave me in a few days."
“Why can’t you go out?”
"It's the Ghost Festival. We lonely ghosts will definitely hide from the ghost messenger if we encounter one. It's better to have less trouble than more."
I don't believe you, all the ghosts come out for a stroll during the Ghost Festival.
It's obvious that you are treated too well. It's better to stay at home and be a fat houseboy than to hang around outside.
No, the treatment of the ghosts is too good and Xiaoyu has become passive. We have to cut the benefits, otherwise the people and ghosts under me will live too comfortably and won’t want to make progress.
Tan Wenjie felt that Xiaoyu might really like this kind of life and was not in a hurry to reincarnate.
……
On the Ghost Festival, the gate of hell opens.
Half a year had passed since Boss Tan's death. At first, Tan Wenjie was worried that Boss Tan would return to the world of the living on this day, so he spent a lot of money to make sure that he could live a happier life in the underworld, and preferably not want to come back.
There is someone to take care of all the affairs in the family, especially the burning of paper during the festivals.
There were even servants in the Tan Mansion who were waiting to share some of the benefits of worshiping ancestors and gods during the worship ceremony. Tan Wenjie knew all these things. He would never stop worshipping gods, and he didn't want to eat those things. It was a good thing that someone was willing to take them and not waste them.
When the three of them returned to Renjia Town, they saw many people burning paper money at the intersection.
The moonlight tonight was dimmer than usual. The flickering flames in the brazier and the floating paper ashes failed to dispel the darkness. Instead, they divided the darkness on both sides of the nearby streets into irregular shapes.
As he walked along, the firelight fell on his face, and then he fell into darkness again, unable to distinguish the boundary between darkness and man.
The road up the mountain to burn paper was a bit muddy. After all, it rained heavily last night. The shoes were wet and slippery with mud, and it was a bit clumsy to walk.
In such an environment with a strong smell of incense and paper ash, passers-by also feel heavy, as if it is difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts at this moment.
There is a huge stone pressing on my heart.
"Whoa whoa whoa-!"
The sudden cry of a baby startled them.
Tan Wenjie turned his head and looked. With the moonlight pouring down like a firefly from a crack in the dark clouds above his head, he vaguely saw a woman standing at the intersection with her back to him.
"Master?" Fei Bao's heart tightened.
Jingjing stood obediently beside Tan Wenjie.
Hit a ghost!
Tan Wenjie looked at the woman who was slowly turning around. She was holding a baby tightly, her hair was disheveled, and her pale face was bloodless and expressionless.
It was as if she had just experienced a heavy rain. Her clothes were sticking tightly to her body. It was obvious that she had died shortly after giving birth. Blood was dripping from her waist and abdomen along with water that came from nowhere.
"master!"
Looking at Tan Wenjie striding over, Fei Bao felt a little worried.
Anyone can see that thing is not a human, and not being afraid of it doesn't mean you should provoke it.
The female ghost opened her mouth and tried to say something, but Tan Wenjie couldn't hear clearly. He guessed that it was probably because she was too weak, but he could probably understand what she meant.
The Ghost Festival is a good time, as the gates of hell open and some wandering ghosts have the opportunity to move freely and eat offerings on the roadside.
"Come on, give it to me."
Tan Wenjie stretched out his hand.
The female ghost moved her lips and spat out large mouthfuls of mud, then handed the baby to Tan Wenjie.
The moment I took the baby, the crying became louder.
Tan Wenjie looked down at the ghost baby and said to the female ghost, "I know someone who can find a place for your child to be resettled and give him a chance to be reborn as a human."
He remembered that his uncle had a fellow apprentice who was specifically responsible for taking care of spirit babies, i.e. aborted children.
Ahhh.
The female ghost seemed to be giving instructions or saying thank you, but in the end she just forced a gentle and reassuring smile with her pale face.
She seemed to have made up her mind and turned her back.
It’s up to her to be a wandering ghost, kid, I hope she can be reborn.
"I'm going to go look for Uncle Jiu. You guys go back first."
Feibao and Jingjing nodded. They didn't want to walk on the street where it was hard to tell the difference between humans and ghosts. It was too scary.
Fortunately, Feibao knows some basic knowledge and generally doesn't offend ghosts.
As for Jingjing, the virgin version of palm thunder she learned can scare away ordinary little ghosts.
The ghost baby in her arms was still crying, but it seemed that the little ghost had a difficult birth and could not speak at all. It was still too young.
Yizhuang.
Tan Wenjie looked at the open door, and just as he entered, he happened to hear Qiu Sheng's shouting: "Ah Jiao~Ah Jiao~" As soon as I entered the door, I saw Uncle Jiu beating Qiu Sheng.
"Gillian Gillian Gillian, sounds nice, doesn't it?"
Looking at the happy scene of master and apprentice, Tan Wenjie had to cough to remind them.
"Cough cough!"
"Brother Jie, save me!"
Qiu Sheng trotted behind Tan Wenjie and said boldly in a low voice: "Do you know what my master's real name is? His name is..."
"Qiu Sheng!"
Uncle Jiu rushed over and looked a little embarrassed when he saw Tan Wenjie.
However, when he looked at what Tan Wenjie was holding in his arms, his expression changed slightly: "Is this a ghost baby?"
"I was entrusted with a task by a female ghost I met on the roadside. She had no life on her body, so I helped her."
"Well, I do have a batch of spirit infants here. Leave them with me."
Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng again, reminding him to shut up and not talk nonsense, then he walked back to another room, took out a small clay doll, and with a slight flick of his finger, the crying ghost baby was put into it.
After Uncle Jiu has processed it, it can be sent to Junior Sister Zhe Gu, and when the right person wants to have a child, the spirit baby can be brought home.
"Come in and have some tea."
Tan Wenjie entered the room and saw pieces of paper money being written on Uncle Jiu's desk.
Signed: Lin Fengjiao.
"Ahem!" Uncle Jiu rushed over and blocked Tan Wenjie's sight.
He wasn't sure whether Tan Wenjie saw it, but he knew he should divert attention.
"Qiu Sheng, where is Wencai?"
"Wencai? He went to see an opera, and he even said he would save seats for us in advance."
"what?!"
"what?!"
Tan Wenjie and Uncle Jiu's expressions changed at the same time.
Uncle Jiu said angrily, "The show is for ghosts, why would you take up a seat?"
Tan Wenjie thought of another thing, "Avengers: End of the Vampire", a movie that ruined all the goodwill of Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.
Wencai and Qiusheng, because of their lust for beauty, subdue the ghost catcher, which leads to the release of the ghosts who returned to the human world for a walk during the Ghost Festival.
Then, as a so-called punishment, Shi Shaojian's body was accidentally fed to wild dogs, which caused the Lightning King Shi Jian to overturn the table.
The most disgusting thing is that the two of them know that Uncle Jiu will help them to bear the consequences, so they don't care even if they get into big trouble, even if it means that ghosts are released and people are killed.
Fortunately, as long as Qiu Sheng and Wencai don't get together, there won't be any trouble. It's not that Tan Wenjie looks down on Wencai, but Wencai's ability is really not enough to cause trouble.
Tan Wenjie and Uncle Jiu said in unison: "Lead the way!"
The three of them rushed to the makeshift stage, where a fierce fight was going on.
He drew aside the curtain and looked inside.
Qiu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, look, isn't Wencai there watching the show? Nothing happened, he's the only one there."
"Pa!" Uncle Jiu slapped Qiu Sheng on the back of his head without hesitation.
There is absolutely no reason for him to settle the score because of being called Lin Fengjiao. He does not hold grudges.
Uncle Jiu lowered his voice and said, "Open your eyes and look again!"
Tan Wenjie lifted the curtain and took a look inside, and saw that the room was filled with ghosts.
"Fortunately, there are no physical collisions between ghosts, otherwise there would be no way so many could fit in."
"so much?"
From the sound, you can tell that Qiu Sheng has opened his eyes and seen a ghost.
Uncle Jiu carefully reminded him: "Go and call Wencai out. I will tie you up with a red rope. Remember to pretend you can't see anything and don't cause any trouble."
Tan Wenjie: “…”
He didn't know what Uncle Jiu was thinking. He had been with the two treacherous masters and traitorous disciples for so long, how could he still not remember how treacherous the two disciples were.
"Uncle Jiu, why don't you go and bring Wencai out."
"Whoever caused the trouble should be the one to bring it out!"
Uncle Jiu obviously still thinks this is just a small matter.
When people watch ghost shows, the most they get is being haunted by dirty things. If they are unlucky, it is really a small matter.
But your two disciples are extraordinary. They are very good at making trouble.
Qiu Sheng looked at Tan Wenjie again, trying to beg for help.
"Let me do it."
Tan Wenjie didn't like to clean up other people's messes, but in order to avoid the worst situation, he had to do it himself.
Just as he was about to lift the curtain and walk inside, Uncle Jiu walked in first.
If Tan Wenjie hadn't been there, Uncle Jiu would definitely let Qiu Sheng take over first, but now that Tan Wenjie is actually taking the initiative, the situation is different. It's embarrassing for the master not to fight the trouble caused by his apprentice, but to let others do it.
Watching Uncle Jiu stride in, Qiu Sheng gave Tan Wenjie a thumbs up. What a good move of retreating to advance. You are worthy of being called Brother Jie.
Just as the two were watching Uncle Jiu pinching Wencai's ear and walking out, suddenly a beautiful figure floated down from the sky and landed in front of Uncle Jiu and Wencai.
The female ghost Xiaoli, whose appearance resembles that of Mr. Krabs, is the source of everything that happened.
After all, Qiu Sheng and Wencai can still say that they were blinded by Xiaoli's ghost, and they can barely find the ghost to take the blame.
The female ghost Xiaoli is the white lotus who causes all kinds of trouble but no one blames her in the end.
The scene was too noisy, with ghosts talking and chattering, disturbing Tan Wenjie's hearing. However, he saw that Xiaoli seemed to be about to seduce Uncle Jiu, but after being scolded by Uncle Jiu, she gave way.
"This couple is not destined to be together."
He lifted the curtain to let Uncle Jiu, who was pulling Wencai's ear, come out.
Wencai was still screaming: "Ouch, Master, Master, I was wrong!"
Uncle Jiu snorted angrily: "Humph, go back and see how I deal with you! And you, Qiu Sheng!"
It's enough to just talk about it, but they really did it. As a bystander, Tan Wenjie couldn't believe it.
The so-called cleaning up is definitely the so-called punishment of stacking gold ingots and sweeping the floor, which is not painful at all.
Being a master to the level of Taoist Master Qianhe is the most successful. Teaching Jia Le like Simu is also good. Although Qiu Sheng and Wencai are not bad people by nature, they have done a lot of bad things.
Shi Shaojian...bury him.
Tan Wenjie asked Uncle Jiu, "Did you deal with that female ghost?"
Uncle Jiu shook his head: "She wanted Wencai to let her go, but she didn't succeed so I won't bother with her. It's not convenient for me to intervene with the ghost messenger around."
Wencai: "Master, you are not attracted by her beauty, Xiaoli is so beautiful."
Are you planning to go back to the underworld directly with the ghost after today?
"Oh my, Master, Master!! Brother Jie, save me."
Watching Uncle Jiu pulling his two apprentices' ears away, one on the left and one on the right, Tan Wenjie shook his head. Before lowering the curtain, he glanced at the stage again, and his eyes just met the female ghost Xiaoli who was floating over.
Unexpectedly, the other party was rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing this, the ghost catcher in the distance also rushed over quickly to prevent any ghost from escaping from prison.
Xiaoli quickly shouted, "Sir, I have something to say to those two gentlemen just now. Please make way."
Tan Wenjie raised his sword finger and poked the female ghost Xiaoli between her eyebrows, knocking her away directly.
Looking at the female ghost screaming and flying backwards.
"Lots of nonsense!"
It’s okay to let others take the blame for him, but what he hates most is taking the blame for others.
Looking at the four ghost messengers who had stopped, Tan Wenjie clasped his fists and said, "I am Tan Wenjie, a disciple of Maoshan. It's just a small favor. No need to thank me."
Say your number first and then directly characterize the action.
As for whether Uncle Jiu would be blackmailed if he did not supervise his apprentice closely, that was none of his business.
As expected, the four ghost officials followed suit and clasped their fists in greeting.
Everyone has a system.
Tan Wenjie turned and left. He was very busy as he had a date with Tingting tomorrow.
The female ghost Xiaoli has nothing to do with him.
Although he didn't mind being a Undead Knight and even looked forward to it a little, as a cultivator, there are certain things that you ride and certain things that you don't ride.
(End of this chapter)