Finally, Xu Ping returned to the coffin shop, but he did not immediately agree to the offer.
This is a serious matter, so we need to be cautious.
However, he also learned some information that the two brothers really couldn't do this.
If you want to cut off the earth's veins, you can only do it by humans.
Human beings are the creatures with the most balanced yin and yang among all things in the world. No matter whether they are those above or below, they are incomparable.
And people...
Xu Ping didn't know what great powers there were in the world today, but he thought that in the Age of Dharma End, there wouldn't be many who could do this.
Nowadays, the land of China is bombarded with artillery fire, and the bald man printed on the ocean can't control the situation. What can I do?
Moreover, it must be very dangerous to do this. I am not strong enough. I only have more than thirty years of experience.
Xu Ping sat in the coffin shop and sighed, practicing cultivation is not easy.
However, the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master relayed Zhong Kui's words, there is no need to worry about this matter, they can go wherever there is evil energy, and there won't be any trouble.
Xu Ping decided to put it aside for now and talk about it later.
Three days passed like this, and there were more and more ghosts nearby. Xu Ping went out late at night and swept away more than a dozen ghosts, doing ten consecutive attacks.
Whether they were saved or killed, they received a lot of rewards. Xu Ping counted them one by one and found a few useful ones.
Ethereal and invisible: This thing is similar to invisibility, but it is more advanced. It hides the body's body and breath, and can even eliminate the influence of the human body's magnetic field. No matter what method you use, even high-tech, you can't see it.
Incredible craftsmanship: Similar to Luban's Thirty-Six Skills, they are both strange and skillful, and are ingenious handwork. Well, the paper figures in the future will definitely be lifelike.
There was a lot of nonsense: This is similar to brainwashing, where white people are told to be black. He tried it on shopkeeper Sun next door. As a result, he always believed that he was a woman and ran to the women's bathhouse when he saw Tian'er.
After three days of this, Xu Ping's Taoism finally improved to forty years.
…
Late at night, Nanshan Jinshi Temple.
The seventh and eighth masters, dressed in black and white uniforms, raised their hands to the statue in the temple: "Master Zhenjun, Xu Ping did not agree."
Fan Baye added: "I didn't refuse either."
With a leopard head and ringed eyes, an iron face and chirped temples, the statue of the True Monarch of Demons, wearing a red robe and holding a ghost-slaying sword, had clear eyes and a voice that resounded like thunder: "Didn't you say it was my intention?"
"said!"
"He doesn't give you face."
After the seventh and eighth masters finished speaking, Zhenjun paused and then heard him say: "That's all, it's a troublesome matter after all. Let's talk about it later."
"yes!"
"know."
Zhongkui Zhenjun was silent for a moment, and then said: "There is turmoil in the underworld. You should return as soon as possible. I will notify the major spiritual leaders of the evil ghosts who have escaped and ask them to help."
Hearing this, the seventh and eighth masters looked at each other and frowned.
The two figures flashed and disappeared, leaving only a whisper that echoed in the temple.
"From now on, let's leave the affairs of the human world to the human world itself. Xu Ping, Xu Ping, don't let me live up to my expectations of you."
…
Noon, Renjia Town.
Uncle Jiu held the compass, looked at the time, and shouted: "The time has come!"
boom--
Broken wood fell and bricks flew everywhere.
Several shops at the end of the street collapsed under the impact of Lifu's winch, causing dust to fly.
Xu Ping was wearing a brand new robe, an indigo robe, which made him look energetic and handsome.
The surrounding neighbors poked their heads out and looked sideways.
"Shopkeeper Xu, congratulations!" Several shopkeepers congratulated him one after another, and the coffin shop was re-opened.
The coffins, wood, paper statues and shrines in his shop were all moved to Yizhuang. Fortunately, Yizhuang was big enough.
Xu Ping responded with a smile one by one, while Qiu Shengwencai and Gu Nianhua carried peanut candies and distributed them to passers-by.
He came over to join in the fun and saw his grocery store collapse. Sun, the former shopkeeper of the grocery store, felt a little sad. He felt unhappy when he saw Xu Ping with an air of dignity.
"Why are you so arrogant? The coffin shop is so big, but I don't know what An is thinking about it?"
Boss Zhao is such a big man, and he can't do it if he doesn't want to. As a loser, his life will not be easy.
At a glance, he saw Shopkeeper Sun in the crowd. Xu Ping grabbed a handful of peanuts and walked over with a smile on his face: "Shopkeeper Sun, are you here to reminisce about the old place?"
I'm so mad at you!
In front of him, he still didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he could only laugh along with him: "Boss Xu, I just came over to take a look. You are busy, so don't worry about me."
Putting a peanut in his mouth, Xu Ping didn't bother to argue with him and chuckled: "Hey, Shopkeeper Sun, you sold your ancestral property and don't know where you plan to make a fortune next?"
Shopkeeper Sun smiled, hiding the hatred in his heart. He really didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he turned around and slipped out of the crowd.
Gu Nianhua looked on and poured out her heart: "Why is this person so rude?"
"Forget it..." Xu Ping ignored him and said directly: "I'm not from the same place, so of course I have nothing to say."
In the evening, Xu Ping invited maozi workers, carpenters, and bricklayers to come to Yihongyuan to have dinner, drink, and listen to music.
He called Uncle Jiu Si Mu and Qiu Sheng Wencai together, but Mr. Lin refused to come, saying that no young lady wanted to get close to him.
Only an angry Miss Gu returned to Yizhuang.
Treating guests to a meal is essential in the process of building a house.
Building a house these days is no small matter. With Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu here, if the other party dares to disturb the situation in Feng Shui, then running into them will basically be a dimensionality reduction attack.
There are no tricks to show off the opponent, but it is better to do less than to do more.
It probably only costs a little money.
The young lady in Yihong Courtyard had a delicate body and a smile as bright as a flower. Uncle Jiu was immediately frightened away and never came again. Before leaving, he even took Wencai away.
This guy is still a boy, he can't be left here to be yelled at.
As for Qiu Sheng, this apprentice is useless, let him do as he pleases.
Xu Ping left with Uncle Jiu because he was also a boy, although the young ladies in Yihong Courtyard were experienced and knew how to serve others.
But... this is not in line with my core values, it is just for entertainment.
There is another reason why he followed Uncle Jiu. He now has no place to sleep, so he can only come to Yizhuang for one night.
The three people returned to Yizhuang with a fragrant and greasy smell all over their bodies. Gu Nianhua gently smelled the smell of the three people and her expression changed.
The bath water was no longer boiling, so I threw away the ladle and went back to the room to sleep.
"This..." Xu Ping watched her twist her waist and said to Uncle Jiu in a sullen voice, "Uncle Jiu, your reputation as a master seems to have deteriorated since then."
Are you a little confused... Uncle Jiu glanced at him and said, "As a master, it certainly doesn't matter to me. Besides, I didn't do anything, but you..."
Xu Ping had a clear conscience: "It doesn't matter to me either."
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but said: "But you smiled so happily just now."
Xu Ping's face was full of pain: "I have spent all my money."
Forget it, the little girl doesn't want to serve us, we still have people, Xu Ping waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Gillian, boil some bath water for us."
Wencai woke up instantly, Uncle Jiu's face turned pale, and he all looked at Xu Ping.
Uh...why are you looking at me? Seeing Uncle Jiu looking like he wanted to curse, Xu Ping suddenly woke up, pointed at the paper figure carrying water next to him, and said: "Well, I'm talking about her, her name is Chunjiao.
"
Then he added: "It's not Fengjiao."
…
A night of silence.
Early the next morning, Xu Ping rushed to the ruins of the coffin shop with the drawings he drew.
Over there at the pier, construction has also begun.
Ah Wei got his wish and took the position of director, but the position of mayor has been vacant since the death of Master Ren.
Fortunately, Renjia Town is not big and the impact is not big.
I heard that someone will be transferred from the provincial capital. This kind of personnel transfer is not something Xu Ping can intervene in.
When a group of craftsmen saw Xu Ping coming, they smiled and said hello, and their relationship became much closer.
If I only regarded him as my boss and benefactor before, now I regard him as a living Bodhisattva.
Most people just have an ordinary meal, and the better ones also set up a table in a restaurant outside, with more meat and more wine.
People like Xu Ping, who held a banquet directly in Yihongyuan and invited a group of girls to accompany them, had never experienced this in their career history.
I really wish Xu Pingtian could build a house every day.
Thanks to this kindness, everyone works harder and harder, which is what Xu Ping wants to see.
Problems that can be solved with money are not problems. This has been the case since ancient times.
Seeing that the craftsmen were working hard and that Xu Ping had nothing to do here, he planned to go to Yangji Rice Roll Rice Shop to buy some breakfast.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked into the alley, I saw that the door of the rice roll shop was closed and it was not open.
Xu Ping was about to leave, thinking that the other party was going to close for the day, but felt something was wrong, so he tried to knock on the door.
"Open the door, it's me."
Hey, no one responded.
As soon as I closed my eyes, strands of true energy flowed in through the crack in the door, sweeping across the shop like a breeze.
There was no one inside...Xu Ping couldn't help but frown. There was still rice milk left for making rice rolls, and there were still a few rice grains on the millstone.
Was this a temporary incident, did you leave suddenly?
Xu Ping was a little puzzled, "Okay, why did you suddenly leave without saying goodbye? Where will I have breakfast from now on?"
He was not worried about the safety of the two of them at all. Although they were beaten by paper figures like gophers in the backyard that day, that did not mean that the two girls were easy to bully.
Forget it, I'll use the spirit trapping technique again at night and find the small animals nearby and ask them.
I was about to buy some meat buns, and when I walked out of the alley, a cry came from the ruins of the coffin shop:
"Damn it, something dirty is out there."
As soon as Xu Ping heard about the strange thing, he stopped buying the buns and rushed straight to the ruins.
I saw passers-by on the street also coming after hearing the news, and the people who eat melons are always on the front line.
After squeezing in from the crowd, I saw several maozi workers who were pale with fright, their shovels scattered on the ground, and in the pit in the middle, the color of the soil turned red.
Next to the pit, two maozi workers were lying with their eyes closed, not knowing whether to live or die.
Red soil?
No, this is blood and soil.
The thick smell of blood spread, and Xu Ping hurriedly stepped forward, punching two blasts of zhenqi into his body to dissipate the evil spirit from his body.
He pulled the two people away from the pit and checked their condition. They found that they were fine, but the evil spirit had invaded their bodies.
"What happened?"
Seeing that the master's family was coming, one of the craftsmen, with a look of horror on his face, recounted the situation just now: "Boss Xu, the pit was dug halfway, and suddenly a strange smell overflowed. The two of them just lowered their heads to smell it and fell down."
The strange smell, could it be that I made too many underworld things in the shop, and some of the evil spirit was transmitted to the ground?
Xu Ping leaned over and twitched his nose...
"Boss Xu, be careful!"
He looked back at the craftsman who reminded him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I..."
"I lost it!"
Suddenly noticing something strange under his feet, Xu Ping hurriedly stepped back, and blood water several meters high sprayed out from the pit, like an underground fountain.
Xu Ping was also a little angry. The Qi Watching Technique swept away the ground, leaving only thick Yin evil energy gathering.
There was always an evil spirit in the coffin shop, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, the paper mangu bugs in the backyard all belonged to this category.
But now looking at the gushing blood, things are definitely not that simple.
Dark under the lamp?
Xu Pingjian frowned, he wanted to see what was underneath.
Snapped!
Slapping his palm on the ground, vast zhenqi poured in crazily. Xu Ping shouted towards the craftsmen behind him and the melon-eating crowd getting closer and closer:
"Stand back! Something is coming out."
Everyone hurriedly stepped back, but the people behind were still rushing forward. For a moment, this place was like the busiest subway, with people rubbing shoulders and heels.
"Don't step too hard, your pants are about to fall off."
Everyone cursed and cursed, but Xu Ping turned a deaf ear.
Suddenly, a corpse emerged from the pit, shriveled up like a mummy, followed closely by limp dead snakes.
"Ah, someone is dead!"
Now no one pushed forward, and a large space suddenly opened up around Xu Ping.
"Hey, isn't this corpse Shopkeeper Sun?"
Someone immediately saw it. Although the mummy's facial features were distorted, it could still be identified from the deep-set eye sockets and the general appearance.
Wasn't it fine yesterday? Why was it dug out of the soil in my house? Xu Ping looked surprised and looked at the dead snakes everywhere.
Where did the snake come from?
While he was puzzled, he heard an old man in the crowd say in surprise: "Didn't Shopkeeper Sun buy these snakes from me yesterday? How come they all died here?"
Xu Ping's eyes lit up and he understood immediately.
The Gaiyang house is different from the Yin house. Snakes are not common in the Yin house, and are considered to be a good hole and a symbol of a treasured Feng Shui place.
But here in Yangzhai, there is only one meaning, great evil!
I think shopkeeper Sun didn't want his life to go too smoothly, or he secretly bought a bunch of snakes and buried them here while he was drinking flower wine.
It's just inexplicable, how did you bury yourself in it?
Xu Ping, who was confused, turned his attention to Shopkeeper Sun again, staring at him, his eyes becoming colder and colder.
It was obvious that he was almost a mummy, his whole body was covered with skin and bones, but his belly was bulging, as if he was swollen.
Xu Ping's eyes were focused like lightning, a copper coin sword flew out from his sleeve, and he shouted: "Come out!"
"Squeak!"
A scream came from Shopkeeper Sun's stomach, and the copper coin sword was close to his body. A gray figure broke out of his stomach, turned into a gray light, and ran towards the ruins.
Xu Ping stepped hard, his body flew away lightly, and in the blink of an eye, he had captured the gray figure in the palm of his hand.
"Squeak!"
The cry in the palm of my hand became more urgent and frightened. It was clearly a gray rat, with a body shape like a cat, and its eyes were pitch black. It seemed that it had become a demon.
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of the twisting body, in the gray mouse's black pupils, two black lights converged like needles, shot out quickly, and shot towards Xu Ping, who was very close at hand.