I, a psychiatrist, see through fate is reasonable, right?

Chapter 53 Are You Aren't Afraid Of Underworld Inflation?
Where my aunt is, there is usually no room for Uncle Zhang to talk.

Uncle Zhang sat aside, with a happy face on his face, watching his daughter-in-law and saying to Wen Ying, "My father-in-law has been dead for a few years. A few days ago, your Uncle Zhang said that my father-in-law beat him in a dream. I thought He missed his father-in-law and took him to visit the grave, but it didn’t seem to help, it would be better after the yellow paper you brought back from Xiaoying was burned!”

Aunt Zhang seemed to want to talk very much, so Wen Ying didn't interrupt her, "That night, not only your Uncle Zhang dreamed about the old man, but my daughter-in-law also dreamed about it! In the dream, the old man said that our family has a family heirloom, In the old house, he was in a hurry and didn’t have time to tell us, so your Uncle Zhang went to look for it, and finally found it! The antique was taken away for 300 million! 300 million! Thanks to you, Xiaoying, You are not only our family's savior, but also our lucky star!"

Wen Ying smiled and did not speak.

"But the old man said that he was a little short of money down here, so he wanted us to burn more money for him, and we did! But your Uncle Zhang was beaten again! This matter is mysterious, and you and Uncle Zhang want Please help me take a look."

"Xiaoying, don't be nervous, your aunt is too worried, that's why she's in such a hurry, what medicine do you need to use? Just prescribe it! We're not short of money!"

Listening to her husband's upstart speech, Aunt Zhang glared at him, but did not refute.

Wen Ying is a real child and will not cheat them, they have already realized this.

Hell currency, Wenying really doesn't have such a thing.

The system was under maintenance, and there was no way to answer her. Wenying thought for a while, "How about this, auntie, buy me some paper money, and I'll try it out."

"Okay! Good boy! My aunt is going to buy it now. It happens that there is a funeral shop in a remote place in the innermost part of the street. His wife is close to me." As the aunt spoke, she pulled Uncle Zhang away, and Wen Ying thought about it. Think, what conditions do you need to meet for the things that want to be circulated below?
She also tried it in her previous life. Although she got in touch, she died because she was too old, and she hadn't had time to try these things.

She seems to have the possibility of success in this life. After all, she is now a cultivator, because all the merits obtained from seeing a doctor have been transformed into aura and entered her body. The reason why she didn't go out for a run this morning is because of the aura. reason.

After tidying up the clinic, Wen Ying placed an order online, the order was a white coat of her height.

In less than half an hour, Uncle Zhang and his wife came back. Uncle Zhang held a stack of paper money and put it on the only table in the clinic.

Wen Ying glanced at it, good guy, couldn't help but joked: "Auntie, this face value is [-] million, you are not afraid of inflation if you go down there?"

When the two heard it, it made sense, "I'll go back and exchange for the one with a lower face value!"

"No, it's probably not a big problem once or twice. This stack is enough, put it here with me, and I'll send it to Uncle Zhang when I'm done."

After the two thanked Wenying, they left.

Wen Ying looked at the money, and felt a little funny in her heart. She probably didn't expect that the first time she dealt with banknotes would be like this.

There were also a hundred sheets in this stack, and Wen Ying picked one out at random and studied it a bit.

These banknotes are actually ordinary banknotes, which cannot be used for currency at all. Ordinary people visit graves and burn such banknotes for their relatives.

Probably just to comfort the descendants who are still alive.

What Uncle Zhang encountered obviously broke through scientific cognition. If Wen Ying wanted to help them, the money had to be sent to the lower levels, and it had to bear the imprint of Uncle Zhang's family.

The imprint is easy to say, and the descendants of the Zhang family should burn it to him personally, but how to get it directly to the bottom and really receive it requires Wen Ying to help.

Aura, merit.

Nothing more than these two points, merit is too precious to Wen Ying.

Aura, she doesn't seem to be lacking now.

Although I usually dislike the dog system, I really miss it at this time. If the system exists, maybe I can give a solution directly, or can I buy it with reputation points?
The yellow paper provided by the system can also be connected to a part, but that is not money, she can't study how to draw the underworld currency by herself, can she?

As we all know, the implementation of currency involves the participation of various subtle high-tech invisible to the naked eye, the process is complicated, and the difference is thousands of miles away.

But now, she can only come to test it herself. Thinking about it, it seems that Grandma Wen should burn the banknotes. Thinking of this, Wen Ying took out a banknote and put it on the table. The ballpoint pen in her hand was quite ordinary. , but she injected the spiritual energy in her body into it, and then drew a pattern on the banknote, a pattern that looks simple but complex.

It looks like a pen, like a brush, but if you look closely, you will find that it is different from the brush, and at the moment when the painting is completed, the golden light flashing across the pattern makes Wenying think it seems to be completed.

It took 3 minutes to complete the pattern, which made Wen Ying feel a little tired. It seems that she has to pay a price if she wants to go directly to the bottom by herself.

Just wait and see Grandma at night, she has not met Grandma Wen in person when she came to this world, but what should she say after seeing her?
There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, no matter how far or near it is, we must see it once.

Wen Ying searched in her mind for what Grandma Wen likes to eat, baked potatoes, breaded tofu, and the unique frying pan here. Baked potatoes and breaded tofu are ready to be prepared, and there are ready-made shops on the street. , but this frying pan...

Wen Ying thought about this scene for a while, and after burning the paper and banknotes at night, she looked at Grandma Wen, "Grandma, do you want to eat the frying pan together?"

The two sat down around a table similar to a barbecue?When the electricity is turned on, the vegetables and meat sizzling in the oil, put two plates of chili noodles, pick them up with chopsticks after roasting, dip in the chili noodles, and then put it in your mouth.

This scene, although warm, is... inexplicably weird!
Unable to do so, Wen Ying finally prepared baked potatoes, wrapped tofu, and a plate of chili noodles.

It was getting late, the pedestrians on the street gradually disappeared, the lights were extinguished little by little, and it was quiet.

Wen Ying set up a small altar that she simply made in the backyard. There were incense sticks, yellow paper, and a piece of paper money that Wen Ying had drawn, with a face value of [-] million yuan.

There are also three plates of good food and one plate of dips.

In the midst of the fireworks, Wen Ying lit the yellow paper, praised the banknotes, and knelt in front of the altar.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Wen Ying lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

In front of the altar in the backyard, an old lady who looked kindly and kindly looked at everything in front of her, sighed, and moved her mouth, "Potatoes taste really good, this tofu is only [-]% of my skills, how come this chili noodles are spiced?" Fans in? One hundred million? Is this girl afraid that I have no money to spend?"

(End of this chapter)