I am doing meritorious deeds in Liaozhai

Before the Lantern Festival, the beginning of spring had already passed, but it was not until the rainy day that the breath of spring gradually became apparent.

On the pier, Song Yushan boarded Qiu Niang's boat with a small burden on his back.

The boat gradually left the shore.

"Miss, have a good trip! We are waiting for you at home!"

"Quack quack!"

"Meow meow meow~"

Song Yushan rushed to the shore and waved goodbye: "Uncle Jin, go back, I'll be back when I'm settled down, Dabai, Xiaoju, you should listen to Uncle Jin's words carefully at home!"

As the boat went down the river, the figure on the pier became smaller and smaller, and Fushui County gradually disappeared.

Song Yushan withdrew his gaze and went from the stern to the bow.

There were no other fishing boats around, and the leading carp jumped out of the water.

Beside it, followed by a large school of fish.

The water is rippling, and the melancholy of parting is slowly replaced by the expectation of the distant place.

This trip is a long way, and it will take at least a month to get there.

Song Yushan had nothing to do on the boat, so he practiced the paper tie technique again.

She put a thick stack of colored paper in her Qiankun bag, which is enough to make some small things.

If the paper piercing technique can break through the perfection state, then the paper piercing she made can be driven in the mortal world.

Paper bundles with their own spirit are more suitable for breakthroughs, and Song Yushan cut out paper figurines.

Now the paper figurines she cut out have spirits in the underworld, but they need her to replenish her true energy in order to survive.

In the past, she cut paper figurines the size of a palm, but now to save paper, she cuts them much smaller, and they are all small paper figurines the size of a thumb.

Day after day, the cut out paper figurines were almost too full to fit on the boat, but none of them could move.

Although he didn't succeed, he still had a spirit in the underworld.

Song Yushan burned them all with a fire, and sent them to Yinshi, the county seat, to find a blind scholar and help him distribute leaflets.

She gave these little paper figurines very little zhenqi, and they will disappear after a while, so it is not a waste to help distribute leaflets.

Under the eyes of the sky, the little paper figurines the size of small beans are holding hands, like a white river of paper, flowing into the underworld.

"Qiu Niang, let's stop here for a rest today!" Song Yushan said looking at a certain place on the shore.

Qiu Niang didn't know why, but she saw a dead poplar by the river, which could be used to moor the boat, so she rowed the boat there.

She lowered the gangplank and went ashore to tie the rope.

"Hey, hey! You're crushing me!"

The ghost who had just knelt down and prostrated jumped up as if his foot had been stepped on, screaming with his head in his arms.

Qiu Niang didn't realize it: "This tree is dead, just break it to light the fire."

"Pain Pain!"

"Boom!" The little carp ferociously splashed the water all over his body.

Only then did Qiu Niang realize something strange: "Xiao Li?"

"Qiu Niang, let's rest under the tree next to it! Someone else has occupied this place first." Song Yushan said.

Qiu Niang was taken aback for a moment, then she understood immediately, her tone was a little stiff: "That's right, this tree has been dead for too long, and it's not fruitful, so the tree over there is better."

The screaming ghost knelt down and begged again: "Master Immortal~ Immortal Master~ Save the ghost!"

Song Yushan looked at the ghost's resolute refusal to leave the tree and raised his eyebrows: "How do you want me to save you?"

Just before she burned the paper figurine, the ghost was still sitting under the tree. When he saw the paper figurine, he stood up with a whoosh, bowed to the ground without saying a word, and next to him was an entrance to the underworld.

The ghost quickly said: "My humble Zhao Xi, I was buried here first, and then the small river became a big river, and the water level rose so much that it flooded the tomb and drowned the coffin. Help me move the coffin to a high dry place, the gold and silver are buried in the tomb, and the immortal master can take it himself!"

There were still people living here a hundred years ago, but now it has become a mountainous place with no villages in the front and no shops in the back, only occasionally boats pass by on the water.

But it's either mortals who can't see him, or demons and monks who have no mercy for ghosts.

He begged several times, if he hadn't escaped into the underworld in time, he might have been teased a lot.

So even if he asked for help, he dared not leave under the tree.

God has eyes, and finally let him meet a monk who knows how to tie paper. With gold and silver as rewards, he will definitely get his wish!
Zhao Xi looked at her eagerly.

"You were buried under this dead tree?" Song Yushan asked.

This ghost is fine, the yin house is flooded, it's not a water ghost, but it's wet all over, it's pathetic, it's just a tomb, it's not difficult for her.

"Yes yes yes! It's right here!" Zhao Xi was so excited that he quickly pointed out the location of the tomb.

Even the most suitable branch for digging has been found in advance: "I have observed it for a long time, and in the past few years, this one is just the right thickness for your hand, and the hardness is also suitable!"

I'm afraid that the simple tools will make the immortal master feel annoying, so I won't help him.

Song Yushan: "..."

Even with a stick in your hand, digging the soil is not easy.

This place is far away from the underworld of Fushui County, and there are no familiar ghosts to help. Zhao Xi's ghost power is also very weak, so he can't show up to help.

Fortunately, Qiu Niang had a small shovel on board, otherwise she would really have to dig with a stick.

Without listening to Zhao Xi's thoughts, Song Yushan went to the boat to get a shovel.

"This is good, this is good!" Zhao Xi looked at the shovel, and immediately forgot the stick he had carefully selected for several years: "The fastest way to dig is from here!"

Song Yushan is a monk, his body has been tempered, and he has suitable tools, so he can dig up the soil very quickly.

When Qiu Niang wanted to come to help, Song Yushan refused, telling her to rest well and go on a boat tomorrow.

As a result, the river sand and wet mud accumulated here were far beyond her imagination. Even with Zhao Xi directing from the side and avoiding the river course, Song Yushan still dug until midnight before seeing the tomb bricks.

There are even tomb bricks. It seems that Zhao Xi's family was quite good before his death.

Looking at his wet and dirty shroud earlier, Song Yushan didn't pay attention to the funeral gold and silver that he said, because he couldn't see that he had the financial resources at all.

Song Yushan wiped the sweat from his forehead and dug up the tomb bricks.

The tomb really entered the water, and only the coffin lid of the entire coffin was exposed to the water.

"I can't move this coffin, so I can only dig out the bones for you and bury them separately," Song Yushan said.

"As long as the bones can be removed!" Zhao Xi said.

He has been flooded enough, any dry tomb, no matter how simple it is, is better than this one!
Song Yushan went into the tomb and opened the coffin.

A coffin of stagnant water.

Fortunately, the owner of the tomb is by his side.

"Here, here, here is my skull!"

"Go a little to the left, there's another phalanx here!"

"This is the thigh bone!"

……

Under his command, Song Yushan picked up all the bones by touching the water: "The bones are all there."

"Master Immortal, push the coffin aside! The funeral objects are in the lower tomb bricks!" Zhao Xi was still thinking about the reward!
"Below?" Song Yushan gritted his teeth: "You are really hiding it!"

Zhao Xi chuckled: "Thank you, thank you!"

Song Yushan: "..."

She drew up her true energy and pushed hard, and the coffin was shattered into pieces of wood.