Ninth Uncle Shi Shaojian

Chapter 72
According to Chinese folklore, July is the ghost month, and July [-]th is the ghost festival, which is also the day when the gates of ghosts are opened.

Those lonely souls without owners will be escorted up by ghost messengers to receive alms from the world on this day.It is a common custom to put water lanterns on this day, burn paper clothes or put water cloths, and invite eminent monks to recite scriptures to help the dead souls get out of trouble as soon as possible.

As the top class of the Underworld Bank, Uncle Jiu will print ghost coins from July onwards and burn them to the orphaned souls in the underworld.It's fine if the two apprentices don't help, and they will make trouble for you from time to time. Uncle Jiu is exhausted physically and mentally, and the injury that has healed feels faintly recurring.

He suddenly missed Shi Shaojian a little bit, this bastard went somewhere, and didn't leave any message, thanks to his baba's visit in the middle of the night, the door was turned away.When this bastard comes back, we must take good care of him, and don't take him seriously as an uncle.

Hurry up and hurry up, and finally completed the printing task assigned by the underworld on the night of July [-]th. As long as you sign on the ghost paper list, this year's Ghost Festival will be over.

"Wow, 5000 taels, didn't they only print 4000 taels last year?" Qiu Sheng cut out a Ming coin and was surprised when he saw the face value.

Uncle Jiu picked up the brush and tapped ink, and replied: "As prices in the yang world rise, the underworld must follow suit."

Qiu Sheng joked: "You have no human touch, but you have a strong ghostly touch. No wonder the underworld invites you to be a bank manager to print ghost coins."

"As long as you talk nonsense, go get seventy-seven and 49 samples."

"Oh."

Uncle Jiu picked up a pen to write on the Ming paper list. The beautiful lowercase letters looked pleasing to the eye and had great skill.In fact, people who are literate and hyphenated in this era can write calligraphy with a few years of schooling, and they can write it well.Taoist priests like Uncle Jiu and others who catch ghosts and subdue demons often use talisman brushes to draw talismans. Many talismans have characters in the runes. If you write more, you will practice calligraphy.Moreover, if you write badly, you will be suspected and despised by others. In order to keep your job, everyone practiced calligraphy desperately. Even the most eccentric four-eyed Taoist can write bold and wild cursive. When you are in a good mood, you will become illiterate. .

While writing, he read: "Through the signature of the authorized chief sealer, the signature is used as evidence to distinguish the authenticity. If there is a forgery, it will be sent to the eighteenth hell, and it will not be reborn forever. Take this as a warning to imitate others... "

"Master, I've counted, seven to seven and forty-nine." Qiu Sheng rushed over and peeked at what Uncle Jiu had written.

Uncle Jiu covered the Ming paper list with his hand to prevent him from reading, and he could not let others know what he was going to write next, so he made up an excuse to dismiss Qiu Sheng: "These papers are too wrinkled, bring some new ones, and burn them together under."

"Not wrinkled."

"Go quickly." Watching Qiu Sheng go away, Uncle Jiu continued to write, "Lin Fengjiao, the master seal!"

Just after finishing writing, Qiu Sheng appeared suddenly, and said with a smile, "Oh, so your real name is Lin Fengjiao. It sounds really nice. Gillian, Gillian."

This name is too feminine, and Uncle Jiu has always been reluctant to mention it. When he introduced himself to others, he only said that he was called "Lin Jiu".He stood up and made a gesture to hit Qiu Sheng. Qiu Sheng was a loach, and he was slippery and tight, so he easily dodged it and jumped off the second floor.

As the saying goes, Jiang is old and hot, Uncle Jiu kicked a wooden stick at Qiu Sheng's foot, Qiu Sheng slipped and sat on the ground, his butt hurt half to death.

Standing on the balcony on the second floor, Uncle Jiu said, "Ah-Jiao and A-Jiao's voice sounds nice. I warn you, if you tell other people, I won't spare you. Come on, pack up quickly and burn the coins."

This time Qiu Sheng was honest, picked up the scattered papers and put them into the brazier in the courtyard, used his mana to perform the fire control technique, and with a bang, the papers burned into flames.

After brushing off his clothes, Qiu Sheng returned to the main room with a bored expression on his face, "Master, are you still printing today?"

"Not printed anymore."

"I have nothing to do, it's boring, I don't know where my brother is going."

Uncle Jiu poured a cup of tea, and said leisurely: "Shao Jian's cultivation base has broken through to the level of a mage, and he aspires to become a mage who opens the hall. With the character of a senior brother, he is probably taken out to practice. You don't have to worry about it, you should worry about yourself." .For so many years, you haven't made any progress at all, and you've completely embarrassed me."

Qiu Sheng rested his chin in a daze, looking like a salted fish like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, "By the way, where did Wen Cai go? I haven't seen anyone all night."

"The theater is taking up a seat."

Uncle Jiu's face changed slightly, "What kind of seat is it? Tonight's play is for ghosts, so make trouble for me."

The two hurried to the theater, but Wencai didn't know it. He gnawed sugarcane and looked around: "The show is already starting. Why didn't anyone come? I knew I wouldn't come to occupy a seat."

The actors on the stage kept giving him winks, all of which were ignored by Wencai, who still cheered loudly.The corner on the stage looked desperate, completely gave up saving Wencai, and sang big plays for ghosts to his heart's content.

"Master, you lied, how can there be a ghost?" Qiu Sheng opened the curtain and looked around, there was no one else in the theater except Wen Cai.

"Of course you can't see anything if you don't open your eyes."

Uncle Nine put two pomelo leaves on Qiu Sheng's eyebrows and opened his eyes for him. When Qiu Sheng looked again, his scalp felt numb.I saw Wen Cai was surrounded by solitary souls without masters, and the number could not be less than two hundred. Fortunately, there were ghost guards behind him.

Uncle Nine tied Qiusheng's wrist with a red rope and asked him to bring Wencai here. Unexpectedly, Qiusheng would not change his nature, but was bewitched by the female ghost Xiaoli, who used talismans to suppress ghost messengers, causing hundreds of lonely souls to escape. .

He did not remedy the accident, but ran out of the theater with Xiaoli.Poor Ninth Uncle helped them wipe their buttocks, but his ability was limited, he could take care of his head but not his feet, and still let most of the homeless souls escape. He looked desolate standing in the empty theater.

Qiusheng, Wencai and the female ghost Xiaoli separated and came back talking and laughing, unaware of the consequences of hundreds of lonely souls fleeing.

Pushing open the door, the four ghost messengers and Jiushu looked at them together, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai couldn't laugh anymore.

Uncle Jiu talked nonsense, bargained with ghosts, and agreed to a series of unequal conditions before suppressing the matter.

The ghost messenger left, Qiusheng and Wencai hurried to Jiushu's side, Wencai knew that he had caused trouble, and flattered him, "Master, you are so powerful, you speak human words when you see people, and you talk nonsense when you see ghosts."

"Master, what are you talking about?" Qiu Sheng asked curiously.

Uncle Jiu picked up a plate of mud balls and said, "Just eat this, it's top-notch."

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai didn't know there was mud on the plate, so they rushed to grab it and stuffed it into their mouths. Qiu Sheng asked, "Master, what is this?"

"Mud, ghosts eat mud, never heard of it?"

"Nonsence."

"Fuck you mother."

"What did you say?" Uncle Jiu had a murderous look in his eyes.

"Master, Wencai scolded you."

"Hmph, you two bastards have poked such a big basket, let's see how I deal with you, and you still won't come over."

"what?"

"Please help."

(End of this chapter)