Xu Ping had accepted Ren Tingting's favor and said he would help her father find a tomb. Xu Ping still remembered this.
Although at that time, if Awei really dared to be tough, he could handle it himself, it would just be a little more troublesome.
After all, there is the rule of law in troubled times, and killing people without restraint can only be done by one person.
After leaving Yizhuang, Xu Ping returned to the shop.
The snail paper man boiled the bath water, and he took a nice bath and walked shirtless to the yard.
He threw the little bug he was playing with into the newly bought water tank and let it flutter in it, then checked the progress of the paper man's work.
Not bad, two more coffins were completed.
Xu Ping checked the workmanship again and found that there was nothing wrong with it. It would not damage his own sign. Then he ordered the paper man to carry the four coffins into the shop.
After doing all this, the paper man moved a recliner, Xu Ping lay on it, with fruits and tea beside him, and began to recite the Tongxuan Sutra silently to increase his Taoism.
Life is like this, simple, boring and unpretentious.
After only a few days of practicing Taoism, Yang Feiyan ran over with her chest pounding and knocked on the door.
As soon as the door opened, she saw the muscle lines on his body, especially the part where the mermaid line went downwards. The girl blushed, swallowed her saliva, and started to take a peek.
"No, my sister asked me to give it to you."
Damn it, got eaten...Xu Ping took a step back, hiding his attractive body in the dark shop, and then reached out to take the note.
[There have been no rumors of ghosts raging recently. Where is my grandfather’s grave? Have you found it? 】
The first half of the sentence is to complete the task assigned by you, and the second half of the sentence is to ask for reward.
But, your grandfather was burned down by a fire. How can I explain this to you?
"We've almost found it, just wait." Xu Ping planned to take care of the Wutong Shen first, and then take out the handsome seal. Anyway, their ultimate goal was to get this thing.
Yang Feiyan was just a messenger, so she took another longing look and ran back, bumping on the rabbit.
After sending away the girl with the giant rabbit in mind, Xu Ping closed the shop and stopped practicing. He remembered something.
Statue of Er Ye.
Wutong God is an evil god. If he can become a god, he must have some popularity.
And his act of wanting to resurrect his lover also requires incense.
To find out the whereabouts of the other party, you might be able to start with incense.
There are immortals in the north, but you can hardly see them in the south. Most of them are worshiped in Tutu Temple and Mazu Temple.
Most of the shrines at home are dedicated to Guan Erye.
If not for anything else, the main reason is that Erye is not only the leader of Yizi, and is worshiped by others, but he is also the god of wealth and wealth.
No matter what else, as long as he is the God of Wealth, no one dislikes him.
After all, the God of Wealth is a good worshiper, and he can take away all Yue Lao's affairs.
As a result, the incense left to the Wutong God is very limited.
If you want to survive in the cracks of these big guys, you must use some unusual methods, such as creating some suffering for yourself, then performing some miracles to save the world, and you will naturally achieve the effect.
The most effective way to delegate is to rely on an organization or even form a powerful organization yourself.
After going around in circles, Xu Ping thought of the White Lotus Sect again.
The White Lotus Sect worshiped Maitreya Buddha at first, and later became the Inanimate Mother. It was quite half-hearted. So, could this God of Five Powers be mixed in?
Even if this is not the case, worshiping such evil gods must be done in secret.
Make bold assumptions and verify carefully.
Xu Ping's eyes were focused on the statue of Erye.
The statue of Erye, with a jujube face and a black beard, was gleaming and staring at him.
Xu Ping stretched out his hand, and a wisp of incense power overflowed and wrapped around his arm.
Instantly, following the power of these incense, all the families in Renjia Town who worshiped the statue of Guan Er Ye were clearly distributed in his mind.
Seventy-eight out of ten of them are mostly wealthy businessmen.
As for the poor families in the north of the town, there were only a few scattered families, and Mr. Guan in the coffin shop intercepted some incense.
It is not difficult to understand. Only when basic material requirements are met can one be willing to pursue spiritual beliefs.
The poor people are almost exhausted after working for a day, and they have no time to worship God.
This has been the case since ancient times.
"Those whose homes are related to the statue of Er Ye will definitely not worship the evil god at home, so we must focus our investigation on other families." Xu Ping quickly clarified his thoughts.
Immediately, he came to the courtyard, squinted his eyes slightly, and a circle of Qi spread out from his body and spread around.
"Zhizhi..."
A rustling cry sounded, and not long after, a row of small mice stood at his feet, and dozens of small mung bean eyes fell on him.
In other words, the power of a ball of incense fell on his hand.
The power of this incense is of little use to Xu Ping.
If people want to use incense as power to practice, they must master the corresponding practice method, which is nothing more than the art of becoming a god.
But these little animals are very greedy.
Xu Ping was not polite. With a wave of his hand, the air ball composed of incense broke into pieces and fell into the group of mice he had attracted.
A group of little mice absorbed the incense and became enlightened. Although they were still ignorant, they also knew that they had received great benefits.
Xu Ping went back to the house and took out the beauty mask and put it on one of the mice. Immediately, the skinny mouse had beautiful features, a long body and a shape like a cat.
"Take them with you and go to each house to see if anyone has any offerings and what they are offering. Report them every day." Xu Ping gave the order.
The mouse with the beauty face nodded humanely, led a group of little mice to kneel down, and then ran around, sneaking into each house.
Regardless of whether he can find the God of Five Powers, even if he cannot, weakening his belief in incense will also greatly reduce his strength.
It even directly affected his plan, making him incompetent and furious.
I'm not afraid that you won't come out, but I'm afraid that you won't dare to come.
…
early morning.
Xu Ping was exercising shirtless in the backyard, making every move very impressive. Although he had more than 20 years of Taoism, his skills in fists and feet still had to keep up.
He has never learned any martial arts skills, but with this foundation, if he encounters an ordinary opponent, he will be defeated in seconds with just a few moves, so there is no need.
If you work hard, miracles will happen, but if you are reckless, you will be finished.
A group of paper figures were cheering nearby, and Dahei was jumping around on the ground, showing off.
After practicing for half an hour, Xu Ping stopped. A paper man jumped over and handed him a towel to wipe his sweat.
Another paper man handed him tea and asked him to quench his thirst.
After cleaning, he put on a set of gray robes. He had an upright figure, a handsome face, and a rather commoner look.
Today I will go to Ren's house with Uncle Jiu, have a chat with Ren Tingting, and then find a grave for the deceased Master Ren.
She couldn't help but she wanted to go with him.
Not long after, Uncle Jiu came over with Wen Cai.
Wearing shirts.
Uncle Jiu's clothes were basically blue and gray. He wore a gray coat, while Wencai was carrying a package containing his apricot yellow battle clothes and some magical tools for detecting Feng Shui.
Finding a good tomb is a big deal for a Taoist priest.
But when encountering big events, you must wear battle clothes.