My master is the coffin

Chapter 470 The Rosary
We discussed it for a while, and finally decided to stay here for one night.After all, if we go any further, all our plans will be disrupted.

We have to release the paper man here before we can move forward quietly.

When the hotel owner heard about our plan, he was stunned.Then he almost begged, "Brother, are you still staying here?"

I nodded and said, "We still have some things to finish."

The boss said with a sad face: "Aren't you afraid that those impermanence will come to trouble you again?"

I knew what he was worried about, so I smiled and said, "You are worried that impermanence will trouble you."

The boss didn't admit it, didn't deny it, just looked at me and said, "Isn't it all the same?"

I comforted him: "Don't worry, we'll make a few paper figurines here. You must leave before twelve o'clock. We won't make things difficult for you when we are gone."

The boss nodded: "Okay, be careful too." Then, he asked curiously: "What did you just say? Are you looking for a paper figurine?"

I nodded: "Is there a paper making shop near here? I have to go buy some materials and make paper figurines."

The boss looked at me and asked curiously, "Those paper figurines that went to the grave?"

I nodded.

The boss said: "Then what are you guys doing? Last night, you fought with ghosts. Today you have to buy things for the grave again..."

I smiled and said, "Actually, you can regard me as a Taoist priest."

The boss nodded: "I think you also look like a Taoist priest."

Then, he said: "If you are looking for paper figurines, you don't need to buy them. I have them here."

Then he asked us to wait a while and went out by himself.A few minutes later, he picked up and hugged seven or eight paper figurines back.And asked us: "How is it? Do you need anything else? I still have paper money here."

I looked at those paper figurines, and they were pretty good in workmanship, so I couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that you opened a paper making shop? Why are you preparing so many paper figurines?"

The boss smiled and said: "We are the crossroads of the underworld. Everyone here has dealt with ghosts since childhood. So everyone can make paper figurines, and they can be used whenever they are not in order. You think you can't buy these things outside, Because no one sells them at all. Come on, are these paper figurines enough?"

We nodded again and again: "Enough, enough."

The boss asked again: "Do you want some more paper money?"

I waved my hands again and again, and then returned to the room with Wushuang and the others.

We didn't come down all day.

Wushuang and I haven't systematically learned how to make paper figurines, so how can we make paper figurines that look like real ones.But I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running.What's more, there is a great master, Ksitigarbha King, pointing at the side.

The two of us carefully and extremely carefully wrote our birth date on the paper figurine.

Then we thought about it, and took out a wisp of remnant soul from each of them.In this way, it finally reached the level of hunger that confused the real.As long as the Wizards don't look closely, they will definitely not be able to discover the authenticity of these people.

After doing all this, I said with a little worry: "These paper figurines can indeed confuse the real ones and confuse the opponent's sight. But what if they divide their forces and continue to chase us?"

Ksitigarbha said: "This is a problem. We have to find a way to hide ourselves."

Wushuang thought for a while and said, "This is easy." Then she turned her head and said to the ghost messenger, "Go to the underworld and see if there is anyone who just died in this city."

The ghost messenger agreed and left in a hurry.A few hours later, she came back.He told us, "Yes, I have found their names and addresses."

Wushuang picked a few out of them and said, "These people are male and female. We just need to go to their homes and get something that these dead people used before they were alive. We should be able to disguise them."

Wushuang sat in the room as usual, watching Ksitigarbha and Mrs. Zhang.And I went out with the ghost messenger, according to those addresses, went around these few houses, and stole a few things that the deceased had used during his lifetime.

These things are nothing more than glasses combs, pen photos and the like.

After we took these things back, Wushuang had already drawn spells according to the horoscopes of these people's birthdays.Let's take it accordingly.Then he confessed: "No matter what, you must restrain your aura. You must not show it, or you will definitely be discovered."

We all nodded yes.

It was not dark yet.We lay and sat staggeringly, taking a short rest.

However, at this moment, I suddenly heard a faint sob.

Startled, I looked up from the table.I saw the setting sun shining through the window.Brighten up the room.

It's not dark yet, so it shouldn't be a ghost.But the crying just now was really weird, right next to my ears.

I looked around and saw nothing unusual.Not only that, even Ksitigarbha, who was most vigilant, didn't respond, he was closing his eyes and recuperating.

I slowly leaned back on the table.Just after being confused for a few minutes, the cry came again.

Shocked, I sat up.Now I understand that this cry is not someone else's, but Wen Yu's.

I couldn't sleep anymore and had to sit cross-legged.I know, she didn't wait for me to come back, probably because she thought I was killed by Wushuang in the underworld.

Just like that, Wen Yu cried silently all afternoon.When I was hungry at night, it finally subsided.

I looked outside and it was almost dark.Taking a long breath, he gently patted the rest of the people awake: "Hey, we should go."

Wushuang and the others raised their heads and rubbed their sleepy eyes: "Let's go, let's go. Where are the paper figurines?"

Mrs. Zhang said: "Take one with you. When you are on the street, let them go in the opposite direction."

We nodded, packed up, and when we were about to set off, suddenly, we heard a burst of light footsteps on the stairs.

When I heard the voice, I didn't know why, but I felt it was coming towards us.

Sure enough, a few seconds later.Dangdang, our door was knocked lightly three times.

I put my back on the door, and then slammed the door open.

Outside stood the boss who seemed startled.He looked at me and said, "I just came to remind you that it's getting dark and you should go. Otherwise, it will be dangerous after twelve o'clock."

I nodded and said, "Thank you."

Me, Wushuang, Ksitigarbha.The three of us are either half-immortals or gods.So the soul can condense into an entity.The boss can see us.As for the ghost messenger and Mrs. Zhang, he won't be able to see them.

A few of us went downstairs one by one, and Ksitigarbha walked last.Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the boss.

The boss looked a little nervous and asked, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Ksitigarbha said solemnly, "Thank you."

The boss waved his hands again and again: "No, no. I will open the shop, and you will pay for the accommodation. What are you thanking?"

Ksitigarbha smiled slightly, thought for a while, and took out a string of rosary beads from his bosom.Pointing to the rosary, he said: "When the old monk was just ordained, Master once gave me a string of rosary. From then to now, I have counted the rosary many times. A few days ago, I took the two rosary beads I gave it to two little friends. Today, I might as well give you one as a souvenir."

Then he took one from the rosary and put it in the boss's palm.

The boss groped for this round and jade-like rosary, and couldn't help but said: "What is it made of? It looks like wood, but it's heavier than wood. It's hard to touch, but it doesn't feel like stone. Is this an antique? Isn't it very valuable?"

Ksitigarbha didn't answer him, but said: "If you are in any danger, if you are in a critical situation, smash this rosary. Don't be reluctant."

Then, Ksitigarbha followed up and said to us, "Let's go. It's getting late."

Ksitigarbha and I walked out of the gate, and I asked him quietly: "Why did you give him the rosary? If the rosary is crushed, your illusion will come out. Has he had a catastrophe recently?"

Ksitigarbha nodded: "I always feel that he won't survive tonight, and those impermanence will not let them go. With this rosary, at least one life can be saved. It's up to him whether to leave or stay tomorrow." of good fortune."

(End of this chapter)