Xuanmen little counselor only wants to complete the success KPI

On the day before the Ghost Festival, He Jiayin completed her article "Walking in the Night and Mist - Revealing the Secrets Behind Ghost Detection".

After reading this magnificent article that breaks down feudal superstition and promotes positive energy, Miyou sighed: "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to publish such a cracking article on the Ghost Ghost Festival?"

Gong Jiamu nodded repeatedly with concern.

He Jiayin, who specially sent the article to friends to preview it, disagreed: "Although the Ghost Festival is a traditional festival in my country, and everyone also likes to do some festival-related rituals, it is essentially for commemoration and praise, and has a unique culture. Rather than using rumors and superstitions to give this festival more other colors."

It seems that, with the silent help of friends behind the scenes, and after visiting all the so-called "supernatural places" visited by the ghost-hunting anchors, He Jiayin's materialistic worldview has become more firm...

Xiao Yining silently turned around and looked at her girlfriends, deciding to protect the only remaining staunch materialist in her circle of friends, so she seriously echoed: "Yes, traditional culture deserves respect, but not those illusory things. spread.”

Gong Jiamu looked at Xiao Yining with wide eyes, disbelief on his face.

Although I can't see anything, Ning Ning, do you dare to look at Hu Xiaoju next to you and say this?I bet it must be watching the excitement at the scene!

Xiao Yining pretended not to see the scornful and mocking looks of Gong Jiamu and Miyou, and continued to say in an upright manner, or in other words, to kill relatives out of justice: "I think if you don't believe the rumors or spread them, you still need a keen newcomer like Jiayin who is good at discovering problems. Media practitioners!”

As she spoke, she gave a thumbs up and sincerely gave He Jiayin two likes.

What she said was categorical and sincere, and there was no hint of insincerity in her tone. She praised He Jiayin to the point where she felt a little embarrassed even though she had always been encouraging her in her heart.He Jiayin smiled shyly: "It's not as good as you praised..." She said and turned to look at her other two good friends.

The moment she looked over, Miyou and Gong Jiamu stopped looking at Xiao Yining with disdain, and both gave thumbs up.

"There are some."

"Indeed."

So the girls broke up the lunch party and went back to the company.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, He Jiayin happily set the scheduled delivery of the article and stretched his waist: "A big thing has been completed! I finally don't have to work overtime today!"

She decided to reward herself for not having to walk to squeeze into the subway today and take a taxi back.

So when he walked out of the company, He Jiayin said goodbye to his colleague Chen Lulu, who usually went to the subway with him. With Chen Lulu's envious eyes on her for getting off work early, he walked downstairs and happily got on the car he had picked up.

I don’t know if He Jiayin is really lucky, or if the aura of materialism protects her.Many wonderful things happened on this night of the Ghost Festival.

Gong Jiamu was going through the resignation procedures these days, and the handover work was not cumbersome, but she only left the company when she was tipsy at night, and she was the earliest to get off work among the three best friends.

Miyou's work is on the right track, and she is as busy every day.Xiao Yining is also struggling in the weekly hell at this moment.

Mumu has a cat: help, help!How fat is this today? Isn’t it called by the country to stop burning paper?
Rice doesn't want to work overtime: What's wrong?Please tell me your miserable experience and make me happy.

Ning Ning hates weekly newspaper in this life:?

Gong Jiamu took a street scene and posted it in the group.

At the busy intersection, in addition to the usual traffic of cars, the roadside was full of people squatting. In front of them were piles of flames and ashes. Some people were very particular about using wooden sticks or other tools to mark on the ground. In the circle, some people were squatting on the ground adding banknotes and ingots from the Tiandi Bank to the fire. Others probably came early and had already burned the fire, and were mumbling something to the ashes that were still warm.

Gong Jiamu sent a voice message, his voice slightly broken: "Good guy, I'm just a good guy, why are there so many people, so many piles, my way to get off work has to cross the line of fire!"

Although she was busy and miserable at work, Xiao Yining couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this. Then she quickly swallowed back her laughter and looked around to see if any of her colleagues noticed her. Ren Ren smiled and replied in the group.

Ning Ning hates the weekly newspaper in this life: The Hungry Ghost Festival is normal.And I don’t know why in the past two years, I feel that everyone is becoming more and more convinced of metaphysics, and they are starting to respect these rituals more and more.

Rice doesn't want to work overtime: Maybe it's because everyone finally discovered that relying on one's own efforts is often useless... Yuanmu.jpg
The group fell into silence for a while.

Gong Jiamu replied after a moment: "Why do you suddenly feel so heavy? Change the topic, change the topic..."

Gong Jiamu got off work early, and when it got later, Miyou was ready to get off work.Although her work has not been completely finished, Miyou knows a lot about herself. A deaf-blind person like herself who has strong psychic abilities and cannot see should not go home too late on a big day like the Ghost Festival.

"I don't deserve to work overtime on this day." She decisively decided to get up early tomorrow to rush to work, and hurriedly packed her things and left work.Of course, she also wisely chose to take a taxi, and her destination was the one that drove directly into the community and directly to the downstairs of her house.

Her Hungry Ghost Festival technically starts in the morning.

The Ghost Festival is a big day for Chuma Xian, especially for Chuma Xian like Miyou and Xiao Yining, who have prosperous ghost families in their houses.Xiao Yining, who has established the whole hall, has long been accustomed to getting up early on such important days, doing the wedding ceremony and then going to work.This year is the first time that Miyou has spent the Hungry Ghost Festival with half a family, and she has made preparations carefully and solemnly, for fear of making any omissions.Although less than half of the ghosts and immortals in her family hall have come so far, the Monument King has not yet arrived in person.

She ordered freshly baked roast chicken when she got up in the morning, and it was steaming hot when it was delivered to her home.Miyou put the roast chicken on the table together with fresh wood-fired eggs and big white steamed buns freshly released from the breakfast shop downstairs. He also prepared two plates of fruit, a box of newly opened imported cigarettes, and opened an extra bottle of Maotai.

Although she couldn't see anything, Miyou felt that the ghost immortals headed by Nuo Po and Nagu were very satisfied.The form of expression is the appearance of ghost incense on rice pomelo after the offerings are placed.

Because it was half time, Miyou couldn't offer the incense to the whole hall, so today's incense was still five sticks.As soon as the incense is put on, the Guijia incense is as if someone is lying on the head of the incense and sucking it. Other incense smoke is rising, and the smoke is rising. The Guijia incense burns faster than other incense, but there is no trace of smoke. None, as if it was sucked away on the head of the incense.

It became more obvious after burning for a while. The ashes of other incense fell naturally as they burned. The ashes of Guijia incense did not fall off at all. Even if the ashes were broken into small pieces, they were still connected together, like a coiled dragon. The same shape curls and spreads, like this until the whole stick of incense burns out.

Miyou looked at all this in stunned silence, feeling that it was an eye-opener.

She pinched her fingers and felt carefully for a long time. She felt that the elders in the family were very happy and nothing major happened, so she went to work.After opening the door to the day in a metaphysical way, Miyou was very cautious all day long, for fear of getting into trouble for herself.After all, Xiao Yining told her a lot of the messy things that happened when he first established the church.

Immortals are not very obedient to control. Even if they have strict rules, strange stories still happen from time to time. Miyou, who is perfectionist and hates things getting out of control, wishes she could avoid all the pitfalls that Xiao Yining has stepped on. .

Miyou, who took a taxi home, succeeded.So far, everything has been quiet for the first Chinese Ghost Festival after standing up for a while.

An hour later, Xiao Yining, who finally handed in his weekly report, also left work.

The night was already dark at this time. Xiao Yining had been in the church for many years, so naturally he was not as cautious as Miyou.Moreover, Xiao Yining feels that he has made great progress this year. In the past, he was very afraid of ghosts and the dark, and he has solved many ghost-related matters this year.If it had been an earlier time, if I hadn't been scared to death by myself, why would I have dared to go to the place where the spirit-finding anchor had been and take the initiative to bump into people to solve the problem?
Thinking like this, Xiao Yining couldn't help but feel a little satisfied with himself.

She walked happily on the street and looked around. She couldn't help but feel that Gong Jiamu was indeed a metaphorical genius. Today's scene could indeed be said to be a cross-fire.

But Gong Jiamu couldn't see that the world in Xiao Yining's eyes was different from that of his best friends.

The man at the intersection on the left bought a lot of gold and silver. He bought a big pile of banknotes, but unfortunately not every one of them was stamped.Serious incense and candle shops will stamp the printed treasure banknotes with the special seal of "Tiandi Bank", which is like consecration.Only the treasure banknotes with this kind of mark are the real currency in circulation, and the others are just pieces of waste paper.After the same burning, the treasure banknotes with the seal turned into banknotes with a halo, while the treasure banknotes without the seal actually turned into fly ash, with not a single hair left.

In addition to having a mark, the intention of the person burning the paper is also very important.

Seals are only one of the production links of Yin's currency. Although it is a key link, transportation is also an important link, not to mention this kind of transportation and transmission across the two realms of Yin and Yang.

If the person who burns the paper has no intention, no matter how much money he has, it will only be reduced to ashes in the fire, and the old friend who has passed away but has not been sincerely remembered will not receive any money.

This is the case for the man at the intersection on the left at this moment.

Xiao Yining saw an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit, black clothes and black trousers standing next to him, with a solemn expression.It stood quietly with its hands behind its back, watching.The young man threw a lot of treasure and paper money into the fire, and from time to time he would use the stick next to him to pull and pull to make the fire burn brighter.However, most of those treasure notes were directly turned into ashes, and a few of them flashed in the firelight and turned into Yins coins with flowing light around them.

These Yinsi coins were wrapped in flowing light and rushed out like firelight. The flowing light on some coins was extremely weak and disappeared after flickering for a few times. Therefore, the coins without the flowing light were rolled back by the tongues of fire and turned into paper ash again.A few lucky coins were wrapped in flowing light and broke through the flames. They slowly fell in front of the old man in tunic suit and were caught by him with his hand.

When it stretched out its hand like this, Xiao Yining saw that the young man had burned so many. After such a long time, the old man only had a thin pile in his hand.

What’s even more outrageous is that facing the intersection is a family of three.They were very particular about burning paper. The male master taught his young son, and asked him to burn it a little with a stick in the fire, draw a circle on the ground with the tip of the stick with black ash, and then write in the circle After learning the names of the elders in the family, he squatted outside the circle and lit a fire in the center of the circle.

Xiao Yining pouted.

If you respect tradition so much, don't seal your circle. You should leave a hole. Otherwise, how can people who come to withdraw money get in... They can only get it after you burn it all.

However, this family seems to be very sincere. It is also possible that the ghost who came to withdraw the money had just passed away. Most of the burned paper money turned into shiny coins, but the ones drawn with ashes could not be washed out. Circles, piled up in a big circle around the flames.The ghost who came to withdraw the money was an old aunt. She was not angry when she saw this. She stood aside and watched with a smile, not looking anxious at all.

The most outrageous thing is the one in front.

Xiao Yining saw a huge crowd of people here from afar.In other words, it’s a sea of ​​ghosts and crowds.

The person who burned the paper was a middle-aged man. He didn't know how many generations of ancestors he was burning paper for. He only took one pile in total, and he didn't have any particularly large banknotes, but there was a large circle around him... ...one, two, three, four and five ghost houses!
If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't from the same generation by looking at his clothes, Xiao Yining would have thought that he was the only one who destroyed his family.

When passing him, Xiao Yining couldn't help but remind him: "Brother, you are too little prepared, not enough..."

The middle-aged man was startled for a moment and said nothing. Instead, the Guijia next to him stared at him and said angrily, "What does it have to do with you?"

Xiao Yining was stunned, and quickly walked over, muttering in a low voice: "Didn't see me, didn't see me, didn't see me..."

She was upset after walking past. Why did she talk so much?
The Hungry Ghost Festival update is now two in one!
Yesterday during the Ghost Festival, I didn’t dare to stay up late. I went to bed at early ten o’clock after returning home.So today this is a big fat chapter!