She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Make tea cups?
The Five Ghosts of Weisheng were stunned.

Apeng looked at the clay in his hand, his eyes wandering wildly, and he felt at a loss.

Fu Jiao took the lead and quickly asked the old couple: "Apeng went to the porcelain workshop when he was seven years old. It must not be difficult to make a small tea cup."

The old couple replied: "It's not difficult. He can master these skills at the age of ten."

Counting now, A Peng has stayed in the porcelain shop for at least twenty years. Not to mention making a tea cup, it is not difficult to make a complex set of handicrafts.

Fu Jiao received a satisfactory answer and looked at the five ghosts of Yan Sheng with a smile.

A person's life can be transferred into the mind through the Soul Transfer Talisman, but the skills mastered are ingrained in the bones and cannot be learned in a day or two.

Ah San immediately refuted her: "Fellow Daoist Fu, are you kidding me! Where can you find a kiln in this remote country to bake porcelain for you?"

Apeng also said hurriedly: "Yes, there are no tools for making tea cups here."

"Oh, when I came here, I saw an old kiln at the entrance of the village. It would be no problem to make a small tea cup."

After Fu Jiao finished speaking, she stood at the door and made a gesture of invitation.

The five ghosts who are tired of winning are unable to dismount from the tiger.

The five of them looked at each other for a few times and then looked at Concubine Jing together. Just as Concubine Jing was about to speak, Zhao Yuyi jumped out, "What are you looking at? Just burn a teacup if it's real or fake! Do you still need to cover it up? If you don't dare to go, then you are guilty of committing crimes. Just admit defeat and don't engage in such falsehoods. It’s so arrogant and makes me look upset!”

Zhao Yuyi's phone call crackled like firecrackers.

The five ghosts were so blocked that they were speechless.

Even Concubine Jing didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, Ah San stood up and spoke, "As Daoist Fellow Fu wishes, Ah Peng, go to the old kiln at the entrance of the village and burn a tea cup."

"……it is good."

Apeng's voice was weak. Unlike just now, who is eager to prove that he is famous.

The old kiln is not far from the entrance of the village.

However, the five ghosts who are tired of winning seem to be walking very slowly and heavily. Fu Jiao and others walked at the front, stopping from time to time to wait for them who were running at a slow pace.

"They're not discussing any treacherous plot, are they?"

Zhao Hao touched his chin and said.

Fu Jiao rolled her eyes and whispered a few instructions to Zhao Hao. Zhao Hao understood the idea, took out the porcelain plate, and let Yan Ji eavesdrop. Yanji carries the invisibility talisman given to her by Fu Jiao. Even if the Five Ghosts of Yansheng can reach the sky, it is impossible for them to detect her existence.

Yan Ji floated up to the sky and heard the five ghosts of Weisheng taking turns teaching Apeng how to make porcelain.

"...The first step is to refine the mud. This is simple. Mix the mud with water, remove the residue, and rub it with your hands for a long time to make it evenly hydrated. The rare thing is the second step, which is the most challenging one, because you have to make the mud into a lump. Pull it into the shape of a teacup. You know teacups? You can make it any shape, as long as it looks like a cup."

Apeng obviously heard that one was the head and the other was the big one.

He looked at Ah San for help, "Master, I really don't know how. You know I died young and became a wandering ghost at the age of five. I, I don't even know a word, how can I learn how to burn Porcelain craftsmanship?”

When Asan heard this, his fierce look was revealed.

He threatened Apeng ferociously: "Don't forget, it's thanks to me that you can resurrect the corpse. If you don't want to be exposed by that girl named Fu, please quickly memorize the skills of porcelain firing!"

Apeng's eyes were red and he was almost scared to tears.

"Master, I, I like the world of the underworld, and you must not let her beat me back to my original form. I swear that I will treat A Peng's parents as my biological parents. I will provide for them until they die, and be good to them for the rest of their lives... "

"It's no use telling me this!"

Ah San waved his big hand, "You must pass this level for me! Otherwise, if it's not Fu's turn to take action, I will make your soul fly away and never be reincarnated!"

Apeng was obviously frightened.

He stood there blankly, not daring to move.

Fearing that Fu Jiao and the others in front of them would see something, the Five Ghosts of Weisheng turned around and left him.

When Apeng was at a loss, the elderly couple followed him. Seeing his "son"'s helpless appearance, he felt extremely distressed and asked, "Son, what's wrong?"

The two old men had kind eyes.

"A Peng", who had never experienced family affection since childhood, couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. He cried: "Father, mother, I don't know if I have died. My porcelain making skills are very unfamiliar, I'm afraid... I'm afraid... …”

"no problem, no problem."

The old couple took the strong man A Peng into their arms.

He murmured: "We are very happy that you can stand up and talk to us again."

A few days ago, I cried so hard because the white-haired person sent the black-haired person away. The world of the two old people is dark, and they even want to go to hell with their sons. However, today's adventure brought their dead son back to life. Looking at their living son, the old couple was so happy that they didn't know what to do.

It's like finding a lost treasure that no one wants to lose.

"But, if I can't make porcelain well, will you suspect that I'm not your biological son?"

Apeng asked stupidly.

Yan Ji's eyes widened as she hung in the air. She didn't expect that there would be such a fool in time. He asked this question carefully, didn't it prove that he was a fake?
Yanji sneered.

He crossed his arms and wanted to see A Peng exposed and insulted by the old couple.

However, what she didn't expect was that the old woman raised her hand to wipe A Peng's red eyes, and the old man's words were even more shocking. He patted A Peng on the back and choked up: "We are satisfied that you can come back. Whether you are the same person as before, I...your mother and I can both accept it."

They want their own son.

After careful consideration, I want someone to be by my side.

Regardless of whether the Apeng in front of him is the former Apeng or not, he calls them "father and mother" and wants to provide for them until they die, which makes them very happy.

The old man continued to comfort him: "I will burn the kiln later, just do your best."

With tears streaming down his face, Apeng nodded vigorously, his eyes clear: "I will try my best."

A gust of cold wind blew.

Apeng looked at a small white flower swaying by the roadside, its stem almost broken by the cold wind. Apeng seemed to be reluctant to give up. He gently bent down and gathered the small white flowers in his palms. He waited until the wind blew over before letting go of his hands.

His eyes were complicated.

Looking at the little white flower that survived the disaster, I murmured with emotion: "Actually, I am lucky to be able to come to the world for a short time to breathe the fragrant air of vegetation and feel the chill of the willow breeze blowing on my face. I don't dare to go there again. I couldn’t ask for anything else.”

The old kiln is right in front of you.

No matter what the outcome is, he will fight for it.

The Five Ghosts of Weisheng have been grinding their way along, but this journey will still come to an end.

Seeing that they were about to arrive at the old kiln, Yan Ji turned around and flew back to the porcelain plate.

She told Fu Jiao what she had learned, and at the end, she took the initiative to say: "The wild ghost who borrowed corpses to bring back souls died at the age of five. He had a pure mind and had no blood or human life on his hands."

Fu Jiao was very surprised. This was the first time that Yan Ji felt compassion.

Will she, a fierce ghost, pity a wandering spirit?
Does this mean that Yan Ji's emotions are gradually normalizing, and she will get rid of the indifference of the evil ghost and grow into the flesh and blood of a living person? After all, it's been so long and I haven't heard that she wanted to drag Zhao Hao to die for love all day long.

Fu Jiao was secretly happy. This is a great thing for Yan Ji.

Thinking of this, she finally moved her eyes to "A Peng".

Having just resurrected a corpse, Apeng was still a little unaccustomed to it. He was very curious about everything around him and looked around.

The old couple followed him closely.

The dirt road in the village was too slippery. The old man standing on the left suddenly staggered and was about to fall to the ground. Apeng rushed over and acted as a human cushion to cushion the old man.

"Old man! Are you okay?"

The old woman quickly helped the man up.

The old man shook his head, "Thanks to my son."

"Son, you didn't fall, did you?"

The old woman asked with concern.

At this time, Apeng got up from the ground in a very embarrassed manner. His arms and cheeks were scratched, and he looked extremely miserable and miserable. But when faced with the old couple's inquiries, they instead rubbed their heads stupidly and smiled, "Mom, Dad, thank you for caring about me. I'm fine. I'm very fine!"

A few words made the old couple feel completely at ease.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, the atmosphere was cheerful and harmonious, and they looked extremely happy.

It happened that at this time, the Five Ghosts of Weisheng broke their previous family atmosphere at an inappropriate time. Ah San coldly pulled Ah Peng over, pointed at the old kiln and said, "Do you remember the steps I just mentioned? Hurry up and make a porcelain cup!"

Apeng's face instantly turned pale.

He looked back at the old couple reluctantly, and at the urging of the Five Ghosts, he came to the old kiln.

Fu Jiao, Zhao Yuyi, Fu Rudi and others looked on.

Zhao Hao said loudly: "Everything is ready, let's make a cup quickly."

Apeng looked at the mud ball in front of him and slowly stretched out his hand.

Afraid that he might reveal something, Ah San gritted his teeth and threatened: "Move more quickly!"

After hesitating and hesitating, Fu Jiao could tell at a glance that there was something wrong.

Apeng had to bite the bullet.

He said in a hoarse voice: "I...I'll start now."

Not sure whether he was talking to himself or others, he muttered the steps of firing porcelain, seeming to remember them firmly in his mind, "First make the clay, then draw the embryo, glaze, fire the kiln, and paint..."

Under the gaze of everyone, A Peng was under great psychological pressure. He grabbed the mud ball and began to practice clay. He pounded and kneaded the mud ball again and again until it had a uniform texture. Immediately afterwards, he threw the mud ball at the center of the wheel's turntable and slowly stretched it into the shape of a tea cup. This step was obviously very difficult. Apeng hurriedly turned the wheel and cut it with a knife, but the clay was either thick or thin, and it accidentally collapsed.

Spring is cold.

Apeng was sweating profusely.

He had to reshape the failed clay embryo five or six times.

Zhao Yuyi, who was watching from the side, lost his patience and said loudly: "Can you know how to do it? I have been working in a porcelain workshop for more than 20 years, but it is so difficult to make a cup? I think you are a fake!"

As soon as he finished speaking, A Peng collapsed completely.

The clay embryo in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", stained with dust and stones, and completely scrapped.

"This girl, my son has just come back to life. His movements are just jerky."

The old man stood up and spoke for Apeng.

The old woman also said: "His workmanship is not wrong, maybe he is not used to this old kiln. That's all." The old woman stepped forward and took A Peng's arm, and said distressedly: "Master, my son has just been resurrected and needs training. , if you want to see him making porcelain cups, come back after he has been recuperating for half a month! By then he has recovered, and he can make a set of enamel-painted tea sets, not to mention a porcelain cup."

Being so protected by the two old men, Apeng was moved to tears.

"Father, mother..."

Porcelain firing failed.

He didn't dare to look at Ah San's terrifying expression.

They could capture him from the wilderness and resurrect his corpse, or they could beat him to death.

But before he died, he was blessed to meet this kind-hearted couple who asked him to call him "Mom and Dad".

Fu Jiao felt quite unhappy when she saw this scene.

At the right time, Concubine Jing frowned and stepped forward and said, "It doesn't take half a month. I think the shape of his cup is good. If Zhao Fu hadn't interrupted it, maybe it would have been finished by now." She stretched out her hand. , the delicate and sharp armor gently brushed the hair beside the ear, and said directly: "Everyone has witnessed the magic of resurrection from the dead. In any case, the dead man did stand up from the coffin alive. In this round, Ah San Win."

"Mother concubine!"

Zhao Yuyi was dissatisfied, she stamped her feet and said: "A Peng is not the previous A Peng at all! It was Ah San who randomly found a wandering spirit to pretend to be!"

"Why do you say that?"

Concubine Jing raised a cold eyebrow and scolded her, "The facts are before our eyes. A Peng knows everything about his life, and his parents don't doubt it, so what qualifications do you have to make such a fuss?"

"But Apeng doesn't know how to make porcelain cups at all."

"She hasn't recovered yet. She still has to rest after a serious illness, let alone come back from the dead?" Concubine Jing raised her eyebrows and looked at Fu Jiao coldly, her voice as cold as ice, "Fellow Daoist Fu, are you right? "

The five ghosts who were tired of winning were silent.

Fu Jiao looked around and then at "A Peng" who was holding hands tightly with the old couple.

She sighed inwardly and nodded slowly: "Concubine Jing is right, I am willing to lose in this round."

Zhao Hao and Zhao Yuyi raised their heads in confusion at the same time, "Fu Jiao! You..."

Fu Jiao raised her hand and made a stopping gesture. She took half a step forward, clasped her fists and saluted the Five Ghosts of Weisheng, and said with a smile: "It turns out that there is really a magic to bring the dead back to life. This time I have learned a lot about it. Sure enough, there are people outside the world, and I am convinced that I have lost."

Ah Da and Ah Er regained the face they had lost in front of Fu Jiao.

Their nostrils were as high as the sky.

Fu Jiao no longer bothered with "resurrecting souls through borrowed corpses", which made Ah San very confused. But no matter what, it is worth being happy if the other party can admit defeat.

Ah San smiled slightly and said, "I have given you permission, Fellow Daoist Fu."

"No, no, no, you are too powerful. If anyone else's relatives die in the future, you can use your ability to bring the dead back to life. This is a great merit!"

Ah San's smile stiffened when he heard the word "merit".

He knew clearly in his heart that reviving a corpse was a witchcraft that went against heaven. Not only did it have no merit, it would also cost him his life, which was extremely uneconomical.

The girl in front of her voluntarily admitted defeat, her smile bright and bright, like the morning sun.

But Ah San felt disgusted no matter what.

The four ghosts who were tired of victory were immersed in the joy of winning and did not notice Ah San's absent-mindedness.

They finally got back a game, and they must win the next game!