I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

On New Year's Eve, every family in the Yang family lights up their lamps to keep watch for the new year, and the ghosts of the Yin world are also beaming.

Fushui County has always had the custom of offering sacrifices to the dead and sending lanterns to ancestral graves on New Year's Eve.

At night, in the boundary of Fushui County in the yin world, the gates of many yin houses where descendants still worship are lit up with bright lights.

In the gray and cloudy world, it is rare to have such a brightly lit time of year.

Even ghosts who have been dead for many years and have no descendants to worship can look at the lights at the door of Biegui's house, smell the fragrance of Biegui's offerings, and add some fun to the boring ghost life.

But tonight, few ghosts pay attention to the rare lights in previous years.

Because the underworld is about to open a store!
Since the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, when the door of the yin house was knocked and a ghost handed over a leaflet, all the ghosts in the surrounding areas of Fushui County were attracted to this matter.

After the day of their own death, the prosperity of the world has nothing to do with them.

In the yin world, they can fly thousands of miles away, but in the yang world, they can only lie down day and night, and can never stay away from the burial ground.

The yang world at night is only a little better than the desolate yin world. The ghosts of the living people's houses cannot enter unless they are invited, and they can only wander in the streets and alleys without people.

How long has it been since you went shopping seriously?
But now, Hell has also opened a store!
It's still a bookstore run by monks and run by ghosts!

The people in Fushui County know very little about monks, but the ghosts in Fushui County know what kind of existence monks are.

Many ghosts have never left Fushui County when they were alive, but they have been to the underworld of many realms after death, but no matter where they are, the underworld is just as boring.

The gray sky, the barren land, the pitch-black water, and the dusty yin house.

However, the private houses in the county and state cities are not like theirs here. They are all crowded and dilapidated mounds. Those with better conditions are just paper houses.

In the underworld of the county and prefectural cities, there are many magistrate-like yin houses, which do not feel like paper at all, but are solid and grand.

Who doesn't know that such a house can only be made by some monks who have practiced the paper piercing technique?
For 500 years, none of the artisans who did funeral work in Fushui County was a monk, let alone a monk who knew how to tie paper.

Naturally, it is impossible to have a private residence made by monks. The private residence of the county magistrate's lady is the only one in Fushui County.

Which ghost doesn't envy or envy the county magistrate's private house?

But the yin house is connected with the breath of ghosts, so there is no way to snatch it.

No matter how envious, if no one burns it for yourself, you can't have it.

Now, their Fushui County has finally produced a monk who knows how to tie paper, and she wants to open a shop in the underworld!
How can this not make the ghost excited?
Even in the underworld of prefectures and prefectures, there are no shops opened by monks, they are the only ones in Fushui County!
Even illiterate ghosts are looking forward to opening, to join in the fun.

What?Is it a bookstore?

What does that matter?
There will be a storytelling session at the opening meeting!If you don't understand, you can listen!

No ghost would miss an opportunity to join in the fun.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the lights in front of the yin house can be seen every year, but the storytelling meeting in the underworld is only this time. If you miss it, it will be a pity for ghosts.

At the beginning of the Xu Dynasty, the ghost spirit that the ghosts had been expecting boiled up, floating around, and every ghost asked, "Have you found the bookstore? Where is the bookstore?"

Until Xuzheng, no ghost had found the location of the bookstore, until a clever ghost went to Yangshi to inquire, and sent back a message:
"Shopkeeper Song is pulling the bookstore out of the house!"

All the ghosts who were wandering around in the underworld like headless flies rushed to the underworld.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, Song Yushan and the three demons, who were transporting the paper-made bookstore out of the mansion on a cart to go to the north of the county, watched helplessly as one ghost disappeared and thousands of ghosts appeared.

The empty streets were suddenly full of ghosts.

The scene was so frightening that Jin Da immediately dropped the handle of the cart in his hand and stood in front of Song Yushan.

The big white goose also spread its wings tremblingly, protecting her left side, trying to exorcise evil spirits to drive away ghosts.

The little orange cat's fur exploded, and it jumped behind her, arching its back and growling.

Song Yushan also immediately pulled out the green bamboo Qiongzhi from his hair, and turned it into a stick shape, and was about to pass Uncle Jin and sweep it out with a stick.

Suddenly, she heard the noisy ghost language, and her movements froze.

"Wow! The bookstore is really here!"

"It's so big, it can't fit in a cart, how big is it when it burns to the underworld?"

"It's so shiny, so luxurious! It's rare for ghosts to be born!"

"Hey, hey, don't disturb shopkeeper Song! The bookstore has turned yellow, let's see who you can cry to!"

"Yes, yes, I still want to buy a private house from shopkeeper Song!"

"Hey! The hairpin has turned into a stick! Isn't Shopkeeper Song born to Monkey Sun? Is she holding a golden cudgel?"

"The golden cudgel is gold, but her stick is green!"

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"The little girl is Shopkeeper Song? After I got the news, I squatted outside the Song Mansion every night. I just saw her today. What a symbol!"

"At first glance, you are an old ghost who doesn't like to go out. Shopkeeper Song often went out at night in the past few months! He will talk to us when encountering ghosts... Hey, Shopkeeper Song, I am the ghost who likes to play Cuju. You Do you still remember? You also helped me pick up Cuju, ah no, head!"

Song Yushan looked at this ghost brother who took off his head and stood out from the group of ghosts, trying to remind her of the friendly ghost who had picked up his head, and silently took back the jade bamboo stick that was halfway out: "Put your head away!" Put it back on your neck, I remember you!"

She has only seen this one who likes to kick her head like a cuju, so how can she not be impressed?
Song Yushan finally understood that these ghosts had no malicious intentions and they were all here to watch the excitement.

As for why so many ghosts came suddenly, it might have something to do with the child ghost I met when I left the mansion.

Fortunately, Uncle Jin's demon power protected them and the cart, otherwise the over-enthusiastic ghosts would drown them.

Although ghosts are vulnerable to monks and demons, it is quite scary to have so many ghosts suddenly approaching.

Song Yushan comforted the big white goose and the little orange cat, but he didn't dare to let Uncle Jin take back his demon power.

She tried her best to ignore the discussion content of the ghosts, and said loudly: "Can everyone make way? Don't delay the opening time!"

Her voice was drowned in ghostly words, except for the nearest few ghosts, the other ghosts only saw her open their mouths, but didn't hear anything.

The Cuju ghost was the one who heard it. When he saw the ghosts who were still clamoring, he suddenly became anxious. He took off his head, kicked it up, and his head passed through the crowd of ghosts and rushed into the sky.

The soaring head spun at a high speed, and shouted loudly: "Go ahead, the ghost blocking the way, whoever delays the business of Shopkeeper Song, whose head I will kick as a kick!"

The volume was much higher than that of Song Yushan, and it immediately attracted the attention of all the ghosts.

The ghosts who were crowded together to join in the fun drifted away: "Shopkeeper Song, please!"