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

Chapter 94
In the end, Xu Ping returned to the coffin shop, but he didn't immediately agree to Qi Ye and Ba Ye.

This is a matter of great importance and needs to be cautious.

But he also learned some information, the two brothers really can't do this.

If you want to cut off the veins of the earth, you can only do it by people.

Human beings are creatures with the most balanced yin and yang among all things in the world. No matter whether they are above or below, they are incomparable.

And people...

Xu Ping didn't know what kind of powers there were in the world today, but in the Dharma-ending era, there should not be many who could do this.

Now the land of China is under fire, and the bald man printed on the ocean can't control things, so what can I do?

Moreover, it must be very dangerous to do this. I am not strong enough, I only have more than [-] years of Taoism.

Xu Ping sat in the coffin shop and lamented that it was not easy to cultivate.

But the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master relayed the words of Zhong Kui Zhenjun, there is no need to worry about this matter, they will go wherever there is evil spirit, and there will be no trouble.

Xu Ping decided to put it aside temporarily and talk about it later.

After three days like this, there were more and more ghosts nearby, Xu Ping went out alone in the middle of the night, swept away more than ten ghosts, and came up with a ten consecutive draw.

Whether they were supersedes or slayed, they got a lot of rewards, Xu Ping counted them one by one, and found a few useful ones.

Escape: This thing is similar to invisibility, but it is more advanced. It can hide the body shape and breath, and even eliminate the influence of the human body's magnetic field. No matter what method you use, even if it is high-tech, you can't see it.

Uncanny workmanship: Similar to Luban 36 skills, they are all fantastic skills, ingenious manual work, well, the paper figurines in the future will be absolutely realistic.

Nonsense: This is similar to brainwashing. White people call black. He tried it on the shopkeeper Sun next door, but the other party always believed that he was a woman and wanted to run to the women's bathhouse every day.

After three days like this, Xu Ping's Taoism has finally increased to 40 years.

……

Late at night, Nanshan Jinshi Temple.

The seventh and eighth masters wore black and white uniforms, and cupped their hands at the statues in the temple: "My lord, Xu Ping did not agree."

Fan Baye added: "I didn't refuse either."

With a leopard head and eyes, iron face and curly temples, the statue of the True Monarch, dressed in a red robe and holding a ghost-slaying sword, his eyes glowed with a clear light, and his voice resounded like thunder: "Didn't you say I meant it?"

"said!"

"He doesn't give you face."

After the seventh master and the eighth master finished speaking, Zhenjun paused, and then heard him say: "Forget it, it's a troublesome matter after all, let's talk about it later."

"Yes!"

"know."

Zhenjun Zhong Kui was silent for a moment, and then said: "There is turmoil in the underworld, you should return as soon as possible, and I will notify the major spiritual masters and ask them to help out the escaped ghosts and ghosts."

Hearing this, the seventh and eighth masters looked at each other and frowned.

The two figures flashed with brilliance and disappeared in place, only one whispered softly, echoing in the temple.

"In the future, let the human world handle the affairs of the human world. Xu Ping, Xu Ping, don't disappoint my expectations of you."

……

At noon, Renjia Town.

Uncle Jiu held a compass, looked at the time, and shouted, "It's time!"

boom--

Broken wood fell, bricks and stones flew across.

The few shops at the end of the street, under the impact of Lifu pulling the winch, collapsed like a rotten one, and the dust was flying.

Xu Ping was wearing a brand new robe, the indigo blue robe, which set off his whole body in high spirits 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 broke ground again.

All the coffins, wood, and paper figurine shrines in his shop were transferred to Yi Zhuang, but fortunately, Yi Zhuang was big enough.

Xu Ping responded one by one with a smile. Qiusheng Wencai and Gu Nianhua carried peanut candies and distributed them to passers-by along the way.

Running over to join in the fun, watching his grocery store collapse, the former shopkeeper Sun was a little bit sad, and seeing the proud Xu Ping again, he felt displeased.

"What's the air, the coffin shop is so big, I don't know what's in it?"

Boss Zhao is such a big man, if he says nothing, he will have nothing. As a dog's leg, life is not easy for him.

Spotting Shopkeeper Sun in the crowd at a glance, Xu Ping grabbed a handful of peanuts and walked over with a smile on his face: "Shopkeeper Sun, are you here to remember the old place?"

Damn you!
In front of him, he still didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he could only laugh along with him: "Boss Xu, I'm just here to have a look. You are busy, so don't worry about me."

Throwing a peanut in his mouth, Xu Ping didn't bother to argue with him, and chuckled lightly: "Hey, Shopkeeper Sun, you sold your ancestral property, and you don't know what to do next, where do you plan to get rich?"

Shopkeeper Sun smiled, hiding the hatred in his heart, he really didn't want to talk to him anymore, turned around and slipped out of the crowd.

Gu Nianhua watched from the side 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 road, so of course I have nothing to say."

In the evening, Xu Ping invited Mao Zigong, carpenters, and bricklayers to Yihong Courtyard for dinner, wine and music.

Called Jiushu Simu and Qiusheng Wencai together, but Mr. Lin didn't come, saying that no young lady would come near him.

Only Miss Gu, who was furious, returned to Yizhuang.

Inviting guests to dinner is essential in the process of building a house.

Building a house these days is no small matter. With Xu Ping and Uncle Jiu around, if the other party dares to disturb the situation in Feng Shui, then meeting them is basically a blow to reduce dimensionality.

You can't use any tricks to hang out with the other party, but one more thing is worse than one less thing.

Probably just spend some money.

The little sister in the Yihong Courtyard had a delicate body and a soft smile, and Uncle Jiu was scared away immediately, and never came again. Before leaving, he even dragged Wencai away.

This guy is still a boy, so he can't be left here to be humiliated.

As for Qiu Sheng, this apprentice is useless, let him do whatever he wants.

Xu Ping left with Uncle Jiu, because he is also a boy, although the young ladies in Yihong Courtyard are experienced and know how to serve people.

But...it's not in line with my core values, it's just entertainment.

There is another reason, the reason why he followed Uncle Jiu, he has no place to sleep now, so he can only come to Yizhuang for a night.

The three of them returned to Yizhuang with their bodies smelling greasy and greasy. Gu Nianhua gently smelled the smell of the three of them, and his face changed.

The bath water was not on fire, so I threw the ladle away and went back to my room to sleep.

"This..." Xu Ping looked at her twisting her waist, and said to Uncle Jiu embarrassingly: "Uncle Jiu, your reputation as a master seems to have deteriorated since then."

Are you a bit confused... Uncle Jiu glanced at him, "It doesn't matter to me as a master, besides, I didn't do anything, but you..."

Xu Ping had a clear conscience: "I don't care either."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but say, "But you laughed so happily just now."

Xu Ping's face was full of heartache: "I spent all my money."

Forget it, the little girl won't wait, we still have people, Xu Ping waved his hand, and shouted loudly: "A-Jiao, boil the bath water for us."

Wen Cai sobered up in an instant, and Uncle Jiu's face was ashen, and he looked at Xu Ping in unison.

Uh...why did Xu Ping wake up suddenly when he looked at me and Uncle Jiu's expression of wanting to curse, pointed to the paper figurine carrying water beside him, and said embarrassingly, "Well, I'm talking about her, her name is Chunjiao. "

He added: "It's not Fengjiao."

……

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, Xu Ping rushed to the ruins of the original coffin shop with the drawings he had drawn.

On the other side of the pier, construction has also begun.

Awei sat on the position of director as he wished, but the position of mayor has been vacant since the death of Master Ren.

Fortunately, Renjia Town is not big, and the influence is not too big.

It is said that one will be transferred from the provincial capital. This kind of personnel transfer is beyond Xu Ping's ability to intervene.

A group of craftsmen greeted Xu Ping with a smile when they saw Xu Ping approaching, and their relationship became much closer.

If in the past they would only treat him as the boss and benefactor, now they treat him as a living Bodhisattva.

Ordinary people just have an ordinary meal, and those who are a little better will also set up a table in a restaurant outside, with more meat and more wine.

People like Xu Ping, who directly hold a banquet in Yihong Courtyard and invite a group of girls to accompany them, have never experienced it in their professional history.

I can't wait for Xu Ping to build a house every day.

Thanks to this kindness, everyone worked harder and worked harder, which was what Xu Ping wanted to see.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems, as has been the case since ancient times.

Seeing that the craftsmen were working hard and that Xu Ping was fine staying here, he planned to go to the Yangji rice noodle shop and buy a few breakfasts.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked into the alley, I saw that the door of the sausage noodle shop was closed and it was not open.

Just as Xu Ping was about to leave, he thought that the other party was going to close for a day, but felt something was wrong, so he tried to knock on the door.

"Open the door, it's me."

Hey, no one answered.

As soon as the eyes were closed, strands of true energy entered through the crack of the door, like a breeze sweeping across the shop.

There was no one inside... Xu Ping couldn't help but frowned, there was still rice milk left for making rice rolls, and there were still some rice grains on the millstone.

Is this a temporary matter, did you leave suddenly?
Xu Ping was a little puzzled, okay, why did he suddenly leave without saying goodbye, where will I eat my breakfast from now on.

He wasn't worried about the safety of the two of them at all. Although he said that they were beaten like a gopher by a paper doll in the backyard that day, that didn't mean the two girls were easy to bully.

Forget it, I will perform the spirit arresting technique at night, and ask the nearby small animals to ask.

I was planning to buy some meat buns, when I walked out of the alley, there was a shout from the ruins of the coffin shop:
"Damn it, there's something dirty."

As soon as Xu Ping heard the strange thing, he didn't buy the buns, and rushed straight to the ruins.

I saw passers-by on the street also came after hearing the news, and the people who eat melons are always on the front line.

Squeezing in from the crowd, I saw a few workers with frightened faces pale, shovels scattered all over the ground, and in the middle of the pit, the color of the soil was actually red.

Next to the pit, lay two workers, both with their eyes closed, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

Red clay?

No, this is blood and soil.

A strong smell of blood spread, Xu Ping hurried forward, two streams of true energy penetrated into his body, dispelling the evil spirit in his body.

Pulled the two away from the pit and checked their situation, there was nothing serious, but evil spirit invaded the body.

"What happened?"

Seeing that it was the master's family coming over, one of the craftsmen was terrified, and narrated the situation just now: "Boss Xu, the hole was half dug, and suddenly there was a strange smell. The two of them just lowered their heads to smell it, and fell down."

Strange smell, could it be that I made too many things in the underworld in the shop, and some of the evil spirits were transmitted into the ground?
Xu Ping leaned over and twitched his nose...

"Boss Xu be careful!"

He looked back at the craftsman who reminded himself, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I..."

"I lost it!"

Suddenly noticing something strange under his feet, Xu Ping stepped back hastily, and bloody water sprayed several meters high from the pit, like an underground fountain.

Xu Ping was also a little angry, the air-watching technique swept the ground, only a thick evil spirit gathered.

In the coffin shop, there was always a sinister aura, and he didn't take it seriously, after all, the paper figurine Gu worms in the backyard belonged to this category.

But looking at the gushing blood now, things are definitely not that simple.

Dark under the lights?
Xu Ping frowned, he wanted to see what was under there.

Snapped!
He slapped the ground with a palm, and the vast infuriating energy poured in crazily. Xu Ping shouted at the craftsmen behind him and the melon-eating crowd who got closer and closer:

"Stand back! Something's coming out."

Everyone retreated quickly, but the people behind were still rushing forward. For a moment, this site was like the busiest subway, rubbing shoulders.

"Don't step on the horse, the pants are about to fall off."

Everyone cursed and cursed, but Xu Ping turned a deaf ear to them.

Suddenly, a corpse emerged from the pit, shriveled like a mummified corpse, followed by limp dead snakes.

"Ah, dead!"

Now that no one was pushing forward, a large space suddenly opened up around Xu Ping.

"Hey, isn't this corpse Shopkeeper Sun?"

Immediately, someone noticed that although the facial features of this mummy were distorted, they could still be recognized from the sunken eye sockets and the general appearance.

Didn’t it go well yesterday, why did it dig out from the soil in my house?Xu Ping looked surprised, and looked around at the dead snakes.

Where did the snake come from?

Just as he was puzzled, he heard an old man in the crowd say in surprise, "Didn't Shopkeeper Sun buy these snakes from me yesterday? Why did they all die here?"

Xu Ping's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood.

Gai Yang Zhai is different from Gai Yin Zhai. Snakes are not common in Yin Zhai. It is considered a good acupoint and a symbol of geomantic omen.

But here in Yangzhai, there is only one meaning, great evil!

I think it was Shopkeeper Sun who didn't want his life to be too smooth, or secretly bought a bunch of snakes for revenge, and ran over to bury them here while drinking flower wine.

It's just inexplicable, how did you bury yourself in it?
Xu Ping, who was confused, set his eyes on shopkeeper Sun again, staring at him, his eyes became colder and colder.

Obviously, he was almost like a mummy, his whole body was skinny, but his stomach was protruding, and it looked like something.

Xu Ping's eyes focused like lightning, a copper coin sword flew out from his cuff, and he shouted, "Come out!"

"Squeak!"

A cry came from Shopkeeper Sun's stomach, and the copper coin sword could reach his body. A gray figure broke out from his stomach, turned into a gray ray, and ran towards the ruins.

Xu Ping stomped heavily, his body flitted away lightly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already grasped the gray figure in his palm.

"Squeak!"

The call from the palm became more urgent and terrified. It was clearly a squirrel, with a body like a cat, and its eyes were pitch black. It seemed that it had already cultivated into a demon.

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it by twisting his body, in the pupils of a squirrel like ink, two black lights converged like needles and shot out quickly, aiming at Xu Ping who was close at hand.

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