In the silent air, Qiu Sheng first called out: "Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?"
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai helped the stunned Taoist Priest Simu up together. Uncle Jiu moved his lips but did not speak.
Gu Nianhua covered her mouth and shook her shoulders, thinking that this uncle was really powerful. He didn't feel any pain even after falling so hard.
Xu Ping walked over slowly. The four paper figures behind him lowered their heads as if they had done something wrong.
"Um, Taoist Priest Four Eyes, I'm sorry. I didn't react at the moment. These paper figures thought you were going to do something bad to me, so..."
God knows how quickly he issued the order in his mind at that time, but he was really helpless.
The speed of the four-eyed Taoist priest was so fast that he was already in front of him in the blink of an eye... If the other party had been a little weaker, perhaps this wouldn't have happened.
Seeing his apologetic look, Gu Nianhua sang the double act in unison, her voice like an oriole's cry at night: "You still say you're sorry."
Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her: "I'm sorry."
Uncle Jiu tried to smooth things over: "Junior brother, are you okay?"
Taoist priest Simu breathed hard, squeezing out the turbid air in his lungs, and the pain eased.
He finally figured it out. This young man was clearly the owner of the paper man. Tell me, isn't it scary to do these hellish things at night?
Um... It seems that my zombies are also from the underworld, but this is not the point. The problem is...
Taoist Priest Four Eyes suddenly came to his senses and had no time to pay attention to the crowd. Looking at the zombies he had been beheaded, his heart ached for a while.
Oh my God! How much money do you have to pay for this?
Before he could take a breath, he kicked his legs and fainted.
…
Yizhuang.
After learning that there was a corpse stitcher in Yizhuang who sewed up the head of his distinguished guest, Taoist Priest Four Eyes came back to life.
At the dinner table, Wencai cooked some simple dishes. Xu Ping held up a glass of wine and said apologetically: "Master Simu, I'm really sorry. I'll do it first out of respect."
Regarding this young man who only used paper figures to defeat him, Taoist Master Four Eyes did not dare to neglect him at all, and hurriedly raised his glass: "No, it was the poor Taoist who was a little abrupt, so I did it too."
After drinking the wine, he smacked his mouth and suddenly realized: "Brother, this wine..."
The wine is slightly yellow in color and has a prominent sauce aroma.
Uncle Jiu smiled mysteriously: "How?"
Taoist Master Four Eyes looked around the Yizhuang, but it was still so shabby. He said in surprise: "You haven't made a fortune either. This drunk Nanyue is not an ordinary thing."
Xu Ping smiled and said nothing, and drank another drink.
Uncle Jiu also drank a drink with him, squinted his eyes and tasted it carefully, and said: "I won't tell you."
"Hahaha..." Wen Cai was in a good mood recently and no longer had a grimace on his face, "Uncle Master, our Yizhuang is not what it used to be. We make at least every day..."
"Snapped!"
Uncle Jiu slapped him on the back of the head and scolded him with a smile: "You are the only one who talks too much."
The poor senior brother suddenly became rich, Taoist Master Simu was really uncomfortable with it. Suddenly, he saw a pile of paper money in the corner.
"Brother, why are you printing so much paper money? You can't..." As he said, he saw the seal on the table again and said in shock: "Brother, are you printing black money to the underworld?"
Uncle Jiu was stunned and speechless: "What kind of black money? Is your senior brother like that kind of person?"
After explaining, he said with a stern expression: "This seal was given to me personally by the True Lord Dangmo. How can ordinary people get such treatment?"
Xu Ping smiled slightly, this was very Uncle Jiu.
Several apprentices suppressed their laughter and made sounds of "Kukukuku".
Taoist Master Simu couldn't sit still. Although everyone was laughing, no one refuted this statement. Could it be that what the senior brother said was true.
"Senior brother, please tell me, what happened during my absence?"
How long have I been offline? Even Lord Dangmo appeared. He slowly clenched his fist and had the urge to twist off the head of the distinguished guest in the side hall again.
Uncle Jiu drank another glass of wine, his eyes became blurred, and he thought about his acquaintance with Xu Ping: "This matter has to start with me helping Master Ren move his grave..."
…
After leaving Yizhuang, under the influence of alcohol, Xu Ping felt the wind under his feet and ran across the wilderness.
He didn't go straight to the coffin shop, but wandered around Renjia Town, trying his luck.
There are so many ghosts that have escaped from the underworld, so I can't miss them all. I can't be so unruly.
Hey, I forgot to tell Uncle Jiu about this. Forget it, I’ll tell him next time to avoid saying I won’t take him to play with me.
I still remember that my brother in my previous life complained about me so much, saying that I wouldn't take him with me when washing my feet. It would be better for Uncle Jiu, and I would also have a problem with not taking him with me when I play with ghosts.
After walking around for a while, Xu Ping encountered two little ghosts with black lights above their heads.
One is a bad gambler.
When passing by a tomb, the other party stood beside the tomb, holding a dice made of stone, and shouted to him: "Young man, do you want to come and play with a few dice?"
Of course Xu Ping was not afraid: "How do you want to play?"
The bad gambler said: "Roll the dice and compare the odds."
Xu Ping asked again: "What's the bet?"
The bad gambler said: "Yang Shou."
As soon as Xu Ping was amused, he asked: "Where did you get Yang Shou?"
The bad gambler scratched his neck and shouted: "I don't have Yang longevity, but I still have Yin longevity."
That's okay. The two squatted on the ground and started rolling the dice. When they opened the sieve cup, Xu Ping got three sixes and the gambler got three fours.
Thirty years of life have disappeared like smoke, and the soul of the bad gambler has become transparent and almost collapsed.
Xu Ping raised his head and asked him: "Are you still betting?"
The bad gambler's eyes turned red: "Gamble, why don't you gamble?"
Opening the sieve cup again, Xu Ping said six six six, and the gambler said four four four again.
The rotten gambler suddenly became anxious, and his withered palms turned into sharp claws to grab at me: "You are a cheater."
Xu Ping's eyes widened, and the rotten gambler's soul exploded and he was scattered.
You are so desperate, but you are still gambling. Gambling will not end well.
If you focus on winning money, your eyes will be red, your meals will be tasteless, your limbs will be weak, your five careers will be ruined, your relatives will not be recognized, your orifices will be full of smoke, you will borrow money from all directions, and you will get stuck in the quagmire, and you will be in danger of disaster.
After getting rid of the rotten gambler, when we were approaching the town, we found another rotten drunkard in a nearby abandoned liquor store.
Seeing that the smell of alcohol lingered on Xu Ping's body, the drunkard was polite. He held the wine glass and said with a smile on his face: "Little brother, the wind is blowing in the middle of the night. Come over and have a few drinks to warm yourself up."
Xu Ping saw that the ghost was kind and had no aggressive energy on him, so he thought of following Yin Chai's advice and having a drink with the ghost before sending him on his way.
He couldn't focus on performance, and he was inexplicably disappointed.
But things were going well at first. After a few glasses of wine, he changed his appearance. He was full of evil spirits and had a ferocious face: "Drink. If you don't drink, you won't give me face. I'll kill you."
As soon as Xu Ping heard this, he took out his copper coin sword and killed him. The golden light passed by and the rotten drunkard disappeared.
I hate this kind of drinking to save face.
…
After returning to the coffin shop, Xu Ping first checked the newly enshrined Guan Erye on the shrine. It was not bad, and he had accumulated some incense.
After taking a shower and going to bed, he began to count the rewards.
The two brats are not very powerful, and the rewards are really useless.
From the bad gambler, I learned a thousand skills: Wu Cao Shu.
The ancient Wucao Zuobo was a minister of Xia Jie. It is said that he invented gambling.
It was really wicked and caused many families to be broken up and their wives to be separated from their children.
Thousands of techniques come together in my mind, including those from the Southern and Northern sects, but they don't seem to be of any use.
Forget it, it’s just a skill, I’ll talk about it later.
As for the drunkard, it is a passive skill.
A thousand cups will not make you drunk!
Xu Ping was a little curious, if I drank one thousand and one cups, would I get drunk?
With this thought in mind, I slowly fell asleep.
…
Early morning, Ronghe Tea House.
Near the window, Xu Ping had the Four Heavenly Kings on his table, enjoying tea and snacks leisurely.
Recently, when he had nothing to do at night, he just recited the Tongxuan Sutra silently all night long, and his spiritual practice increased day by day, making rapid progress.
Thirty years of Taoist practice, in this Dharma-ending era, as long as it is not those old monsters, it is basically walking sideways.
As for the little ghosts who escaped from the underworld, that was no big deal. He felt that those could be turned into thousands of rewards, so he couldn't miss them.
As for how to find it, that's easy to do.
A large number of simple paper figures were scattered around to keep watch at night. As long as something was discovered, they would arrive in no time.
After drinking tea for a while, two people came up from downstairs. Xu Ping glanced at them casually, shook his hand, and spilled hot tea on his hand without realizing it.
One is tall and thin with a pale face, while the other has a fierce face and is wide and fat.
If that's all, it's nothing else.
It's just that both of them have strong ghost energy, which is vast and majestic and cannot be compared to ordinary ghosts.
The two people climbed up to the second floor of the teahouse, glanced around, and saw Xu Ping sitting by the window, walking straight over.
Who are they two and why are they staring at me?
The tall and thin man saluted and said politely: "Little brother, how about sharing a table?"
Big Fatty looked serious: "It won't work if you don't fight."
Xu Ping, who was being targeted, looked at the empty tables in the hall and frowned slightly: "So what if I don't fight?"
"Don't get me wrong, we two brothers just want to find someone to chat with."
"Let's talk."
Xu Ping grinned, and his true energy came out of his body, isolating this place: "Then let's have a chat, haven't you asked for a name yet?"
The two of them noticed that the zhenqi was stirring, but they didn't say anything. They sat down, one on the left and the other on the right, in an angle. The tall man spoke first: "My surname is Xie. Some people call me Lao Qi, and some call me Qi Ye."
Da Pang Dun cherishes words like gold: "Fan Ba Ye."
Xu Ping's face changed slightly, sometimes horrified, sometimes suspicious, sometimes solemn. After a moment, he asked: "Seventh Master, Eighth Master, I wonder what you two want to talk to me about?"
Seeing his expression, Xie Qiye looked him up and down and said in surprise: "Could it be that you... already know our identities?"
Xu Ping pondered and nodded: "As soon as you see wealth, Xie Bian; the world is at peace, Fan Wushe, the names of these two brothers are known to everyone."
The origin was clear at a glance, and even Fan Baye Gujing Bubo had a hint of surprise on his face.
Xie Qiye nodded. He was worthy of being the man that Zhenjun liked. He directly explained his origin: "Actually, it is my brother who came to you to ask for something important."
Fan Baye echoed: "Help me, help me."
You two big guys, what can you ask me for... Xu Ping looked curious: "You two, I'm just a mortal, I don't think I can help you?"
"How can you become a mortal after you have obtained the Ghost Hunting Order from Master Zhenjun?" Xie Qiye said straightforwardly: "If you can't do it, then no one can."
Is this what it feels like to be targeted by a big boss? Xu Ping raised his tea cup and chuckled, "That's the true love of Lord Zhenjun, but you must never say that."
He avoided this high hat very well.
I only have more than thirty years of Taoism, but the two people in front of me have been around for who knows how long. Of course, I can't avoid the troubles they throw at me.
Xie Qiye sighed and said, "How about I explain it to Brother Xu, and you listen first. You should also know what should be done and what should not be done."
Fan Baye is like a repeater: "It's up to you whether you should or not."
He actually called me brother. Can we discuss it when he seduces my soul in the future... Xu Ping thought for a moment and said, "Okay, Lord Qi, just tell me. I'll listen to it."
Xie Qiye's face paused slightly, and he was silent for a moment, then said: "Brother Xu, do you know the situation in the underworld now?"
Fan Baye continued to repeat: "The situation is very bad."
I've never been there, and I don't want to go... Xu Ping was about to shake his head, remembering the bad luck he encountered last night, and said: "It seems that the ghosts are overcrowded and all the ghosts are fleeing."
Mr. Xie Qiye nodded heavily, with a sad look on his face: "On the one hand, the overcrowding of ghosts is on the one hand, and on the other hand, there is too much killing in the human world. White bones cover the wasteland. The yin is strong and the yang is declining. The evil energy condenses and does not disperse, and it collides with the underworld.
Causing all ghosts to flee."
Just as Master Fan was about to speak, Xu Ping's head hurt and he hurriedly interrupted: "What does this have to do with Master Fan?"
"Originally, Lao Ba was going to resolve this evil spirit, but he didn't want the evil spirit to gather quickly in the middle, and he gradually gained spiritual awareness, which caused the evil spirit to rush into the underworld and cause this disaster."
"Although this evil spirit was finally subdued by us brothers, due to this epidemic, the yin and yang were imbalanced. If this continues for a long time, natural disasters will inevitably continue."
"You can't blame Master Ba, right?" Xu Ping said quickly.
Fan Baye felt like he had met a confidant: "Don't blame me, don't blame me."
Xu Ping asked again: "But what can I do with what you said?" Although I am very powerful, I am just a small coffin shop owner!
“Balance Yin and Yang!”
"That's it."
If the yin energy is too strong, there will be too many dead people, if the yang energy is weak, there will be too few newborns... Looking at the two people in front of him, Xu Ping was speechless, I can't just sow seeds everywhere.
Although, but, but, at least it shouldn’t be...
"I still don't understand."
Mr. Xie Qi suddenly stood up, followed by Mr. Eight, and the two of them saluted directly: "We brothers hope that you can cut off the earth's veins of Jiuzhou, release the earth's energy that has existed since ancient times, and balance the yin and yang of the world..."
"This is also what Lord Zhenjun means."
"Can't do it, can't do it!"
Xu Ping stood up directly, unwilling to accept the bow.
I used to think that it was just helping to catch some resentful ghosts, and that was nothing, it was just a trivial matter.
But cut off the Jiuzhou earth veins, are you kidding? Why don’t you do it yourselves? After cutting off the earth veins, there will no longer be kings and dragon veins on this earth...
etc!
He suddenly seemed to have caught something again, and he couldn't help but think, why is there a need for a king or a dragon in this world?
Perhaps by then, all peoples will be able to make their own decisions and live a better life.