The years when I opened a coffin shop in the world of Ninth Uncle

Chapter 64
Xu Ping still remembered Ren Tingting's promise to help her find a grave for her father.

Although at that time, if Awei dared to be tough, he could handle it himself, it was just a little troublesome.

After all, there is the rule of law in troubled times, and if you wanton kill someone, you can only play alone.

After leaving Yizhuang, Xu Ping returned to the shop.

After the snail paper figurine boiled the bath water, he took a nice shower and walked into the yard shirtless.

Throw the bug that he played with into the newly bought water tank, let it flop around in it, and then check the progress of the paper man.

Not bad, two more coffins were completed.

Xu Ping checked the workmanship again, there was nothing wrong with it, and the signboard of his house would not be smashed, so he ordered the paper figurines to carry the four coffins into the shop.

After finishing all this, the paper figurine moved a reclining chair, Xu Ping lay on it, with melon and fruit tea beside him, and began to silently recite the Tongxuan Sutra to increase his Taoism.

Life is like this, simple and boring, unpretentious.

After only a few more days of practice, Yang Feiyan ran over with her chest bouncing and knocked on the door.

As soon as the door opened, seeing the muscle lines on his body, especially the part where the mermaid line was going down, the girl blushed, swallowed, and began to peek.

"No, my sister asked me to give it to you."

Hey, he was eaten tofu... Xu Ping took a step back and covered his seductive body in the dark shop before reaching out to take the note.

[There are 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 oneself, and the second half of the sentence is to ask for payment.

But, your grandfather was burned down, how can I explain this to you?
"We'll find it soon, wait a minute." Xu Ping planned to clean up the Wutongshen first, and then take out the commander's seal. Anyway, their ultimate goal was to get this thing.

Yang Feiyan was just a messenger, so she glanced at it longingly, and then ran back with the rabbit bouncing around.

After dismissing the girl with the giant rabbit in her chest, Xu Ping closed the shop and stopped practicing. He remembered one thing.

The statue of the second master.

Wutongshen is an evil god, and if he can become famous, he must have some incense.

And his act of wanting to resurrect his lover also needs incense.

To find out the whereabouts of the other party, perhaps we can start with incense.

There are family fairies in the north, but you can’t see them in the south. Most of the temples that are enshrined outside are earth temples and Mazu temples.

Most of the shrines at home are Guan Erye.

Not for anything else, the main reason is that Guan Erye is not only a single character, he is worshiped by people, and he is also the God of Wealth.

Regardless of other things, as long as it is the God of Wealth, no one will dislike it.

After all, the God of Wealth worshiped well, and he was able to take over Yuelao's affairs.

In this way, the incense left for the Wutong God is very limited.

If you want to survive in the cracks of these big bosses, you must use some unusual means, such as creating some suffering yourself, and then performing some miracles to save the world, and the effect will naturally be achieved.

And the most effective way to entrust is to rely on the organization, or even form a powerful organization by yourself.

Going around, Xu Ping thought of the White Lotus Sect again.

The White Lotus Sect first worshiped Maitreya Buddha, and later became an inanimate old mother. It was quite half-hearted, so would the Wutong God be mixed in?

Even if there is no such thing, worshiping such evil gods must be done secretly.

Bold speculation, careful verification.

Xu Ping set his eyes on the statue of the second master.

The statue of the second master stared at him with a jujube face and a black beard.

Xu Ping stretched out his hand, and a wisp of incense power overflowed and wrapped around his arm.

In an instant, following the power of these incense sticks, the entire Renjia Town, and all the people who enshrined the statue of Guan Erye in their homes, were clearly distributed in his mind.

Among them, seven or eight out of ten are merchants and wealthy businessmen.

As for the poor families in the north of the town, there were only a few scattered families, and the second master Guan in the coffin shop intercepted some incense.

It is not difficult to understand that only when the basic material requirements are met can one have the mind to pursue spiritual beliefs.

The poor are almost exhausted after a day's work, so they don't have the time to worship God.

This has been the case since ancient times.

"Those who are related to the statue of the second master in these homes will certainly not worship evil gods at home, so the direction of investigation should be on other people." Xu Ping quickly cleared his mind.

Immediately, he came to the courtyard, squinted his eyes slightly, and a circle of energy swayed from his body and spread around.

"Squeak..."

There was a rustling sound, and not long after, there was already a row of little mice standing under his feet, and dozens of small mung bean eyes fell on him.

In other words, it fell on the power of a bunch of incense in his hand.

The power of this incense is not very useful to Xu Ping.

If a person wants to cultivate with the power of incense, he must master the corresponding cultivation method, which is nothing more than the art of becoming a god.

But these small animals are very greedy.

Xu Ping was not too polite. With a wave of his hand, the air mass formed by the incense burnt into pieces and fell into a group of mice he had attracted.

A group of little mice absorbed the incense and opened their minds. Although they were still ignorant, they knew that they had gained great benefits.

Xu Ping went back to the room and took out the beauty mask, and stuck it on one of the mice. Immediately, the thin and small mouse had delicate features, a long body, and a cat-like build.

"Take them and go to each house to see if there is any enshrinement and what kind of enshrinement, report it every day." Xu Ping gave it instructions.

The mouse with the beauty face on it nodded humanely, and led a group of little mice to kneel down and worship, then scattered around and sneaked into various houses.

It doesn't matter whether he can find Wutongshen, even if he can't find it, weakening his incense belief can greatly reduce his strength.

Even, it directly affected his plan, making him incapable and furious.

I am not afraid that you will not come out, but I am afraid that you will not dare to come.

……

early morning.

Xu Ping was exercising shirtless in the backyard, and every move was vigorous. Although he had more than 20 years of martial arts skills, he had to keep up with the kung fu in his fists and feet.

He has never learned martial arts skills, but with his basic skills, when he encounters ordinary opponents, he can do it in a few seconds, and there is no need for that.

Work hard to create miracles, and recklessness is over.

A group of paper figurines cheered and cheered, and Dahei jumped up and down on the ground, showing off.

After practicing for half an hour, Xu Ping stopped, and a paper figurine tactfully jumped over and handed him a towel to wipe his sweat.

Another paper man brought him tea to quench his thirst.

After cleaning, he changed into a set of gray robes. He has a tall figure, a handsome face, and he has the air of a commoner.

Today, I will go to Ren's house with Uncle Jiu, chat with Ren Tingting, and then find the grave of the dead Master Ren.

No way, she would also go together.

Not long after, Uncle Jiu came over with Wen Cai.

Zhuangshan.

Uncle Jiu's clothes were also basically blue and gray. He was wearing a gray gown, while Wen Cai was carrying a package, which contained his apricot battle suit and some magic tools for detecting Feng Shui.

Finding a good tomb is also a big deal for a Taoist priest.

But in case of major events, you must wear a battle suit.

(End of this chapter)