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

The next day.

Xu Ping woke up from the inn, and the sun was already shining brightly outside.

He asked Song Qingling beside the bed, "Qingling, what time is it?"

"It's noon."

Seeing Xu Ping get up, Song Qingling hurried forward to take care of him.

Xu Ping originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he decided to let her go.

While being carefully wiped by her, Xu Ping looked at her with lowered eyebrows, and asked, "Are you planning to go back?"

Song Qingling was stunned for a moment, but nodded slightly without saying a word.

After he came back yesterday, he told Song Qingling all the stories that happened in the city. Fortunately, Song Qingling didn't go out rashly, otherwise, given the situation in Beiping City yesterday, she would have been killed as a monster.

After Xu Ping got up, he sat in front of the table. There were porridge, buns and other breakfasts on the table, which were still hot.

He picked up the steamed stuffed bun casually, and said while eating, "Go back and tell Lord Zhenjun that the problem left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has been solved."

"Um……"

Song Qingling responded, and finally raised her head to look at Xu Ping, and said, "Brother Xu, where do you plan to live in the future?"

Zhenjun Zhong Kui had promised her before that after this matter was completed, she could be canonized as a local city god.

Xu Ping chuckled, "I don't even know where I'm going?"

As he said that, he was silent for a moment, and said: "It is most likely Renjia Town, why, do you want to go to the county where Renjia Town belongs to be the City God?"

Song Qingling nodded and said, "En."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that there was uncertainty in Xu Ping's words, so she said, "Wherever Brother Xu lives, I will go to be the City God."

Xu Ping smiled, but didn't speak.

In fact, he felt that the town god of a place had great power, representing the underworld, and in charge of the affairs of the underworld, which was somewhat similar to the embassy he was familiar with.

but.

Judging from Mr. Wu's incident, the City God has great power, but at the same time, it seems that there is a lack of restraint.

The ghosts of the underworld walk in the yang, basically without showing their heads, and rely on these city gods for help when necessary.

If this city god did evil things, there would be very few errands to investigate, which would lead to more and more things like Mr. Wu.

And Yang Jian is for the City God.

The folks naturally use incense to worship, to bless peace,
Officially, they rarely intervene.

Seeing that Xu Ping was lost in thought and his food was no longer delicious, Song Qingling was rarely curious, "Brother Xu, why don't you eat, what are you thinking?"

Xu Ping shook his head: "It's nothing, I just think it's too easy for a city god to do evil, and it's not easy to find out."

After hearing what he said, Song Qingling was thoughtful.

Generally speaking, the candidates for the City God are scholars who have done good deeds and have achieved fame in their lifetime, and they are practitioners who punished evil and promoted good in their lifetime.

Can be unpredictable.

It is hard to guarantee that these people will still be able to maintain their original aspirations after becoming city gods. This is indeed a problem.

With this thought in mind, Song Qingling planned to talk to Zhenjun Zhong Kui after returning to the underworld.

……

During the day, Beiping City looked very peaceful after the riots last night.

But these are only superficial.

Yuan Datou's death still caused a lot of commotion among the top officials, but it was not announced to the world for the time being.

After seeing off Song Qingling, Xu Ping walked on the streets of Beiping City alone.

Most of the hawkers and passers-by along the way still had bright smiles on their faces.

Vicissitudes of life.

It was as if nothing happened last night.

Only teahouses and restaurants would use last night's spectacle as a topic of conversation.

Xu Ping sat casually in the teahouse, listening to the tables next to him, discussing what happened last night. Just when he got excited, a waiter came over with a teapot and whispered persuasion.

"Don't talk about state affairs."

"Don't talk about state affairs."

Xu Ping smiled.

It is not for Xu Ping to decide who will take Yuan Datou's place, and he has no interest in it.

The only worries in my heart are two points.

The action of Dongying Ronin Ninja last night was huge and unexpected, which also proved their wolf ambition.

Ordinary people don't know about this, but practitioners must be worried at this time.

How to keep the Japanese rogue ninjas out of the land of China is a question he is thinking about.

It is impossible to deal with it with one person's strength, and he still understands the reason why ants kill elephants.

Another point is to worry about Baiyun Temple.

Yesterday's attack on the palace by Baiyun Temple must have brought them a lot of trouble.

He just went to Baiyun Temple and found that it has been controlled and no one is allowed to enter or leave.

Xu Ping quietly sneaked into the Baiyun Temple, and found that the front mountain hadn't changed much, while the back mountain was empty, with no one there.

There is a high probability that they also knew that the attack on the palace yesterday would bring disaster to them, so they have all left.

Xu Ping guessed.

Maybe after the news of Yuan Datou's death comes out, it's not certain that this piece of shit will be pinned on Bai Yunguan's head.

After sitting for a while, two people came up from downstairs.

The two of them, one in front and one behind, were both wearing very simple long gowns. They looked like businessmen, but they were somewhat bookish.

The two of them are Master Xuantong and Daoist Feng Yang who have been disguised.

Xu Ping guessed right.

After hurriedly returning to Baiyun Temple last night, Master Xuantong felt something was wrong, so he urgently summoned all the disciples and hurried down the mountain.

At this moment, the soldiers belonging to Yuan Datou came to the foot of Baiyunguan Mountain with heavy artillery and surrounded him.

It is also because of this that the Baiyun Temple, headed by Master Xuantong, broke up into pieces and lurked in Beiping City.

"Master Xu, sorry for the long wait."

Master Xuantong and Daoist Feng Yang saw Xu Ping, their eyes lit up, and they walked over with their hands arched, their faces amiable.

When Xu Ping saw the two of them, he knew that the other party was hiding his identity, so he stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I thought Boss Bai didn't like Xu's little business."

Master Xuantong showed an old friend's smile on his face, "The shopkeeper Xu was joking, if Bai does business again, if this business fails, then there is no place for him."

Xu Ping nodded: "Both of you, please sit down."

Daoist Xuantong and Daoist Feng Yang smiled and clasped their hands together again before sitting down.

They sat down and poured tea for themselves, while quietly checking the surrounding environment and people.

Xu Ping chose the location near the window of the tea house, which is convenient for observation.

Lowering his voice, Xu Ping said directly: "I killed both Yuan Datou and Wu Chenghuang, but it hurt you Baiyun Temple."

It is precisely because of this that Baiyun Temple has become like a bereaved dog. If it weren't for Xuantong's high morals, he would have been kept by that Huanglong last night.

Master Xuantong shook his head, and said in a low voice: "This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Xu, it was provoked by me, Baiyunguan."

As he said that, he frowned and said in a low voice: "But poor...I still have some doubts in my heart, why did Mr. Xu do this, or what was the reason for the riot yesterday?"

Xu Ping took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Actually, Master Xuantong has already guessed it, right?"

Master Xuantong paused, and said, "Dragon Chair?"

Xu Ping nodded: "Yuan Datou and Wu Chenghuang colluded with foreign enemies and wanted to ascend the throne, but those Dongying people turned their backs on their promises. Those Dongying people last night were provoked by them."

"boom!"

Daoist Feng Yang slammed the table and said angrily, "It's too much."

Everyone in the teahouse heard the sudden roar and looked over at the same time.

Xu Ping hurriedly stood up and said, "Master Feng, if you are not satisfied with the price, we can talk again, why get angry."

Only then did Taoist Feng Yang realize that he was too aggressive, and quickly pretended to be a businessman who was offended by the high price, "Master Xu, since you want to renegotiate, this price is not at all sincere."

"Sit down and talk."

"Sit down and talk."

"..."

Seeing this, other people in the teahouse didn't take it seriously and stopped looking at them.

"Should kill!"

Master Xuantong said in a deep voice, "Thanks to Mr. Xu for his timely action."

Xu Ping waved his hand: "No problem."

Daoist Feng Yang frowned, and asked suddenly: "Mr. Xu, do you know where the golden rain last night came from? Is it your method?"

Xu Ping was still smiling, shaking his head: "I don't know."

He was not going to tell these people about cutting off the ley line, mainly because he felt that it was not necessary.

However, seeing Master Xuantong's serious gaze, Xu Ping felt that he must have guessed something.

"Ha ha……"

Master Xuantong said with a smile: "It seems that there was an expert to help last night..."

He said something meaningful, then whispered to Taoist Feng Yang: "Feng Yang, you don't need to investigate this matter any more. Since the expert doesn't want to show up, let's not bother too much."

"Yes!"

Daoist Feng Yang replied in a low voice.

Xu Ping smiled, didn't say much, just looked at the two of them, and asked suddenly: "How is the current situation of your Baiyun Temple?"

Master Xuantong said: "At present, the disciples of Baiyun Temple have all eliminated the traitors, and the rest are basically broken into pieces, lurking in Beiping City."

In fact, what he didn't say was that many disciples of Baiyun Temple dispersed after this battle.

Once a heart is lost, it is very difficult to get it back.

Xu Ping didn't ask in detail, but just thought about the situation at this time, and asked: "It's best to secretly inform the practitioners in Beiping as soon as possible about the situation of the three families in the Northeast, especially those who exist as families or clans."

He didn't think too much, and unconsciously, he began to give orders.

And Daoist Xuantong didn't think it was wrong, after all, in the world of cultivation, the level of cultivation has always been respected.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xu, I've already arranged to handle this matter."

Xu Ping said: "That's good."

Master Xuantong continued: "Not only the people in Beiping City, but also the nearby cultivators, I have also arranged capable disciples to go and inform..."

As he said that, he looked at Xu Ping and asked in a low voice, "Next, I want to ask Mr. Xu, what's your plan?"

Xu Ping chuckled: "I don't have any plan, I only have one idea, and that is to completely destroy all Japanese ninjas who have entered my land of China."

"it is good!"

Master Xuantong was delighted.

Xu Ping's thoughts coincided with his. Originally, one of the purposes of this trip was to get Xu Ping to come forward and participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Japanese ninjas.

He was even mentally prepared, even if he took orders from Xu Ping, that would be fine.

Xu Ping pondered for a moment, and said: "However, the most urgent thing is to inform all sects and factions first. Only when everyone unites can we completely wipe out those Dongpu ninjas in one fell swoop."

"Well, I think so too, so I'm going to notify the various sects, and it's best to let them send out the elite backbone of the sect, so that this matter will be feasible."

Master Xuantong had fought against those Japanese ninjas, and he found that those Japanese ninjas were not bad in strength.

Those who led last night, each of them had strength not weaker than that of the elder Baiyunguan, but even with such skills, they still seemed like cannon fodder.

This is enough proof.

Although the strength of each of the three northeastern schools cannot be said to be comparable to the rich cultivation mountain gates, the three together are not much worse than the mountain gates such as Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Mountain.

Even because of the particularity of the family, its loyalty is far superior to those of these cultivators.

Say it.

Master Xuantong said with a worried face again: "But I'm afraid that some sects have long-standing grievances and are unwilling to cooperate."

To deal with the Japanese ninja, it is impossible to be a family, it must be united.

Xu Ping was also thinking about this issue.

He remembered the news that Maoshan had received from the Ma family in the Northeast, and said in a deep thought: "I believe that these cultivators will definitely let go of their grievances when it comes to big things."

"It's the best." Xuantong said.

Xu Ping said: "It's not too late, we need to unite as soon as possible. If they gain a firm foothold, it will be even more difficult to deal with them at that time."

Master Xuantong nodded: "Okay!"

After discussing the details, Master Xuantong left in a hurry with Daoist Feng Yang. They planned to visit some fellow Taoists in Beiping City first.

The city of Beiping is relatively close. If they are not united, they will probably face the same situation as the three families in the Northeast.

Even worse.

And Xu Ping was not idle either. He returned to the inn, picked up a pen and wrote furiously, and threw the letter paper into the flames.

This is the art of sending messages across thousands of miles that he has learned from the Yin-Yang illustrated book.

The flame engulfed the letter paper and turned it into ashes in an instant. After waiting for a while, ashes flew up above the flames. Among them was the message from Uncle Jiu.

"Can!"

"We have notified all sects and sects in southern Guangdong that we will set off with all the people to Peiping in a few days."

Seeing the familiar handwriting, Xu Ping showed a knowing smile. Uncle Jiu's movements were so fast, I am afraid that Uncle Jiu had already started preparations when he first came to Beiping.

……

late at night.

The unique method of transmitting messages among various sects spread throughout the land of China, what happened to the three families in the Northeast, and the plan to resist the enemy this time.

Among them, Xu Ping's name appeared on every letter.

Xu Ping and Master Xuantong called on all sects and factions to jointly resist foreign enemies, and they didn't want the past of the three families in the Northeast to become everyone's tomorrow.

For a time, all sects and factions responded one after another.

Whether it is a mountain gate with rich heritage like Longhu Mountain and Lingyin Temple, or a faction that is both righteous and evil like Liuhe Gate and Ghost Sword Gate.

At this time, everyone has completely let go of their prejudices. Everyone has only one purpose in their hearts, and this land is inviolable.