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

Chapter 93
In the still air, Qiu Sheng called out first: "Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?"

Qiusheng and Wencai helped up the dazed four-eyed priest together, Uncle Jiu's lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Gu Nianhua covered her mouth, shook her shoulders, and said to herself that this uncle is really strong, and he didn't cry out in pain after falling so hard.

Xu Ping walked over slowly, and the four paper figurines behind him lowered their heads as if they had done something wrong.

"Well, the four-eyed Taoist priest is sorry, I didn't realize it for a while, and these paper figurines thought you were going to hurt me, so they..."

God knows how fast the order in his mind was given at that time, but he was really helpless.

The speed of the four-eyed priest was too fast, and he had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye... If the opponent was a little weaker, perhaps such a thing would not have happened.

Seeing his apologetic face, Gu Nianhua sang the double reed in tandem, with a voice like a yellow oriole singing at night: "You still say you are sorry."

Xu Ping was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her: "I'm sorry."

Uncle Jiu smoothed things over: "Junior brother, are you alright?"

The four-eyed Daoist took a deep breath, squeezing out the stale air in his lungs, and the pain eased.

He figured it out, this young man is clearly the owner of the paper doll, tell me about you, isn't it scary to fix these underworld things in the middle of the night.

Uh... It seems that my zombie is also a thing of the underworld, but this is not the point, the problem is...

The four-eyed Taoist priest suddenly realized that he had no time to pay attention to the crowd. Looking at the zombies he had been beheaded, he felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

God!How much do you have to pay for this?

He didn't come up in one breath, kicked his legs and passed out.

……

Yizhuang.

After learning that there was a corpse stitcher in Yizhuang, who sewed the heads of his distinguished guests, the four-eyed Taoist priest came back to life.

At the dinner table, Wen Cai cooked some simple dishes. Xu Ping held up a glass of wine, apologetic: "Four-eyed Daoist, I'm really sorry, I'll do it first as a respect."

Regarding this young man who defeated himself with a paper figurine, Priest Simu didn't dare to neglect him at all, and hurriedly raised his glass: "No, it's because the poor Daoist was a bit abrupt, so I did it too."

After drinking, he smacked his mouth and suddenly realized: "Brother, this wine..."

The wine is slightly yellow in body and has a prominent sauce aroma.

Uncle Jiu smiled mysteriously: "How?"

The four-eyed Taoist looked up and down around Er Yizhuang, but it was still so dilapidated, and said in surprise: "You didn't get rich, this Zui Nanyue is not an ordinary guy."

Xu Ping smiled without saying a word, and took another drink.

Uncle Jiu also had a drink with him, squinted his eyes and savored carefully, and said, "I won't tell you."

"Hahaha..." Wencai is in a good mood recently, and he doesn't have a sour face anymore, "Uncle, our Yizhuang is not what it used to be, the daily income is at least..."

"Snapped!"

Uncle Jiu slapped him on the back of the head and scolded with a smile, "You're the only one who talks too much."

The poor senior brother suddenly became rich, and Taoist Master Simu was really uncomfortable. Suddenly, he saw a pile of paper money in the corner.

"Senior brother, why are you printing so much paper money? You can't..." As he said that, he saw the seal on the table again, and said in astonishment: "Senior brother, are you printing black money to the underworld?"

Uncle Jiu was taken aback, speechless: "What kind of black money, are you that kind of person?"

After explaining, he said with a sullen expression: "This seal was bestowed by Zhenjun Sangmo himself, that is, me. Ordinary people don't get this kind of treatment."

Xu Ping smiled slightly, this is very Uncle Jiu.

Several apprentices suppressed their laughter and made the sound of "Ku Ku Ku".

Daoist Simu couldn't sit still now, although everyone was laughing, but no one refuted this statement, could it be that what the brother said was true.

"Brother, quickly tell me, what happened during my absence?"

How long has it been since I've been offline, and even Zhenjun Sangmo appeared, he slowly clenched his fists, feeling the urge to unscrew the head of the distinguished guest that was placed in the side hall again.

Uncle Jiu drank another glass of wine, his eyes became blurred, and he wanted to meet Xu Ping's acquaintance: "This matter, I have to start with me helping Master Ren move his grave..."

……

After leaving Yizhuang, with the strength of wine, Xu Ping flew over the wilderness with the wind in his feet.

He didn't head towards the coffin shop in a straight line, but wandered around Renjia Town, trying to try his luck.

With so many ghosts running out of the underworld, I can't miss all of them, I can't be so non-chief.

Hey, I forgot to tell Uncle Jiu about this, forget it, tell him next time, so as not to say that I don't want to play with him.

I still remember that my brothers in the previous life complained about me so much, they always said that I didn’t take him when I washed my feet, but Uncle Nine was fine, and I also had an opinion about not taking him when I was playing with ghosts.

After walking around for a while, Xu Ping really encountered two little ghosts with black lights on their heads one after another.

One is a bad gambler.

When passing by a grave mound, the other party stood on the edge of the grave, holding a dice made of stone, and shouted at him: "Xiaosheng, do you want to come and play with two."

Of course Xu Ping wasn't afraid: "How do you want to play?"

That rotten gambler said: "Roll the dice and compare the size."

Xu Ping asked again: "What's the bet?"

The bad gambler said, "Yangshou."

As soon as Xu Ping listened to the music, he asked, "Where did you get the longevity?"

The bad gambler stuck his neck and shouted: "I don't have a yang life, but I still have a yin life."

It's okay, the two of them squatted on the ground and started rolling the dice. When the sieve was opened, Xu Ping got three sixes, and the gambler three fours.

The 30-year Yinshou dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and the soul and body of the bad gambler became transparent and almost collapsed.

Xu Ping raised his head and asked him, "Are you still betting?"

The rotten gambler's eyes turned red: "Gambling, why don't you gamble."

Open the sieve again, Xu Ping 666, the gambler is four four four again
The bad gambler became anxious immediately, and his withered palm turned into sharp claws to grab it: "You're cheating."

Xu Ping stared, the rotten gambler's soul exploded, and his soul flew away.

They are all desperate, and if they still gamble, it will not end well.

Earn money with one heart, two eyes are red, three meals are tasteless, limbs are weak, five karmas are ruined, six relatives are denied, seven orifices are smoked, eight parties borrow money, nine times fall into the quagmire, and ten percent are disasters.

After finishing off the rotten gambler, when he was approaching the town, another rotten alcoholic was found in an abandoned wine shop nearby.

Seeing the lingering smell of alcohol on Xu Ping's body, the rotten alcoholic was polite, held his glass and smiled all over his face: "Little brother, it's windy and windy in the middle of the night, come over and drink a few glasses to warm yourself up."

Xu Ping saw that the ghost was kind, and he didn't have any hostility on him, so he thought about having a drink with the ghost as the messenger said, and then sent him on his way.

He was inexplicably disappointed that he couldn't rush for performance.

But it was pretty good at first, after a few glasses of wine, he changed his appearance just now, haunted by evil spirits, with a ferocious face: "Drink, if you don't drink, you won't give me face and kill you."

As soon as Xu Ping heard this, he pulled out the copper coin sword and cut it off. The golden light passed by, and the rotten drunk was invisible.

I hate this kind of drinking and saving face the most.

……

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 little ghosts are not considered very powerful, and the rewards are really tasteless.

From the rotten gambler, I learned a thousand skills: Wucao technique.

The ancient Wu Cao Zuo Bo, a courtier of Xia Jie, is said to have invented gambling.

It's also really wicked, causing many families to be ruined and their wives to be separated.

All kinds of techniques come together in my mind, both from the south and the north, but they don't seem to be useful.

Forget it, it's also a skill, I'll talk about it later.

As for the skill obtained from the rotten drunkard, it is a passive skill.

A thousand cups are not drunk!

Xu Ping was a little curious, if I drank a thousand and one cups, would I be drunk?
With this in mind, I slowly fell asleep.

……

In the morning, Ronghe Tea House.

Standing by the window, Xu Ping had the Four Heavenly Kings on the table, sipping some tea leisurely.

He has nothing to do lately at night, he has been silently reciting the Tongxuan Sutra all night, and his Taoism is increasing day by day, and his progress is rapid.

Thirty years of Taoism, 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's no problem. 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 handle.

A large number of simple paper figurines were scattered and guarded everywhere at night, as long as they found something, they could arrive in no time.

After drinking tea for a while, two people came up from downstairs. Xu Ping glanced at them casually, his hands trembled, and the hot tea was spilled on his hands without realizing it.

One was tall and thin, with a pale face, and the other had a fierce face, a wide body and a fat body.

If it's just that, there's nothing else.

It's just that both of them have a strong ghost aura, which is vast and majestic, and it is not comparable to ordinary ghosts.

The two climbed up to the second floor of the teahouse, glanced at Xu Ping who was sitting by the window, and walked over straight.

Who are these two and why are they staring at me?
The tall and thin one gave a salute and said politely, "Little brother, how about putting together a table?"

Big Fatty has a serious face: "If you don't fight, you can't."

Xu Ping, who was being targeted, looked at the empty tables in the hall, and frowned slightly: "So what if you don't fight?"

"Don't get me wrong, we two brothers, just want to find someone to chat with."

"Talk."

Xu Ping grinned, with genuine energy coming out of his body, and isolated the place: "Then have a chat, haven't you asked for your name yet?"

The two of them felt that their true energy was stirring, and they didn't say anything. One left and one right, they sat down at an angle, and the tall one spoke first: "My surname is Xie. Some call me Lao Qi, and some call me Qi Ye."

The big fat pier cherishes words like gold: "Fan Ba ​​Ye."

Xu Ping's face changed slightly, sometimes horrified, sometimes suspicious, sometimes solemn, and asked after a while: "Seventh Master, Eighth Master, what do 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 nodded silently: "When you see money, Xie Bi'an; the world is peaceful, Fan Wushe, the names of the two old brothers, everyone knows, everyone knows."

The origin was revealed at a glance, and even Fan Baye's calm face showed a few traces of astonishment.

Xie Qiye nodded. As expected of the man Zhenjun had his eyes on, he directly explained the origin: "Actually, it was my brother who came to you and asked for something important."

Fan Baye echoed: "Help me, save me."

You two big brothers, what can you ask me for... Xu Ping looked curious: "You two, I'm just a mere mortal, I don't seem to be able to help you?"

"How can you be a mortal after taking the ghost hunting order from Lord Zhenjun?" Xie Qiye said bluntly: "If you can't do it, then no one can do it."

Is this what it feels like to be watched by a boss...Xu Ping raised his teacup and said with a light smile, "That's the love of Lord Zhenjun, but you must never say that."

He dodged this top hat well.

I only have more than 30 years of Taoism, but the two in front of me, I don't know how long they have existed, and of course I can't avoid the troubles they throw.

Xie Qiye sighed deeply: "Why don't I tell Brother Xu, you listen first, whether you should or should not be up to you."

Fan Baye is like a repeater: "Should it be you."

He actually called me brother. When he seduces me in the future, can we discuss it... Xu Ping pondered for a moment, and said, "That's fine, just tell me, Qiye, I'll hear something new."

Xie Qiye paused for a moment, then said in silence for a moment, "Brother Xu, do you know the current situation in the underworld?"

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 ghosts he encountered last night, and said, "It seems to be full of ghosts, and all ghosts are fleeing."

Xie Qiye nodded heavily, with a sad expression on his face: "Ghosts are full of troubles on the one hand, and on the other hand, the killing of the world is too rampant, the bones cover the wasteland, the yin is flourishing and the yang is declining, the evil spirit is condensed and does not dissipate, and it hits the underworld. Causing ghosts to flee."

Just as Master Fan was about to speak, Xu Ping had a headache and interrupted hurriedly, "What does this have to do with Master Fan?"

"Originally, Lao Ba was going to dissolve this evil spirit, but he didn't want the evil spirit to gather quickly halfway, and gradually gain spiritual consciousness, which would cause the evil spirit to collide with the underworld and cause this disaster."

"Although the evil spirit was subdued by our brothers in the end, after suffering from this epidemic, the balance of yin and yang will be unbalanced. If this continues for a long time, natural disasters will continue."

"You don't blame Eighth Master, do you?" Xu Ping said quickly.

Fan Baye felt like meeting 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 shopkeeper of a coffin shop!

"Balance Yin and Yang!"

"That's it."

Too much yin qi means too many dead people, weak yang qi means too few newborns... Looking at the two in front of him, Xu Ping was speechless. I can't sow seeds everywhere.

Although, but, but at least it shouldn't be...

"I still don't understand."

Xie Qiye got up abruptly, followed by Baye, and the two of them saluted directly: "Our two brothers just hope that you can cut off the earth's veins in Kyushu, release the earth's energy that has existed since ancient times, and balance the yin and yang of the world..."

"This is also the meaning of Lord Zhenjun."

"Can't do it, can't do it!"

Xu Ping got up straight away, unwilling to accept this obeisance.

Before, I thought it was nothing but a trivial matter to help catch some resentful ghosts.

But cut off the veins of Kyushu, what a joke, why don’t you do it yourself, after cutting off the veins, there will be no king’s dragon veins on this land...

and many more!

He suddenly seemed to grasp something again, and couldn't help but think, why is there a king and a dragon vein in this world.

Maybe at that time, Wanmin will be their own ruler, and they will live a better life.

(End of this chapter)