After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

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The man in Tsing Yi was so angry that Lan He was so angry that he said: "Who wants you to help, who wants you!"

The onlookers are stealing private gains, all watching jokes. He stretched his face again-it really pulled his chest and scolded: "Look what you look at, what you look at! If you look at it again, you'll cross to the city of death!"

The ghosts disappeared with a hula hurry, and they dared not watch the excitement again. But Lan He's impermanence is something they remembered.

Lan He said slowly and casually: "You first said that I am not worthy of the road, why can't you make a joke?"

Tsing Yi ghost man: "..."

Lan He deliberately, "Just laugh, don't mind, can I go now?"

Everyone's system is different, and Tsing Yi Guilin has no way to take him. He may be accused if he wants to complain-in fact, he really called his boss and solved the problem of Lan He. Song Futan would not worry about finding the place. Officials prove that he is a soul.

I saw the Qingyi ghost man groaned, glanced at Lan He, and turned away to say nothing.

The wealthy ghost man looked around and smiled as he rounded the field: "A few jokes, don't have to go to your heart. Brother, you're dead..."

The Tsing Yi ghost man hadn't hummed yet, he said to Lan He again: "Daddy please come back."

Tsing Yi ghost man: "..."

He turned his head and glared at his colleagues, knowing that this guy must be intentional.

Lan He Renjun couldn't help but this ghost man had a very strong position-regardless of whether you were from the local government or the Yinsi, as long as you gave money, you could be my dad. He gave a hand, "Thank you so much!"

...

Lan He and Song Futan took the donkey together and embarked on the muddy and long Huangquan Road.

"So... your office is not here?" Although Song Futan was away from the soul many times, he didn't die many times, so he didn't understand the relationship between Yincao Difu and Dongyue Yinsi.

"In Dongyue Yinsi," although Lan He had never been to Dongyue Yinsi, "Do you know where that is?"

Seeing Song Futan shaking his head, Lan He said again, "But you should know the relationship between the City God Temple and Yincao Difu everywhere?"

Song Futan nodded: "Local government and central government."

Every city has a **** government, also known as the City God Temple. City God Temples are also classified into grades. There are County Gods, State Gods, and Fucheng Gods, which roughly correspond to the counties, cities, and provinces in Yangyang. Yincao Difu is the headquarters, and the quiet capital where it is located is the capital of the underworld.

Lan He: "The Dongyue Yinsi, even if he was the last one in power, belongs to the Taoist system. This Renyin Cao Difu is a Buddhist background. After the huge power, the Dongyue Yinsi was incorporated and merged into one of the ten halls of the underworld. Because Not yet fully integrated, we still like to call ourselves the old name: Dongyue Yinsi. It is hard to say that it should actually be the "Seventh Hall". The Lord of the Seven Halls is the current King of Mount Tai and the former King of Mount Tai.

"Look, because of the problems left over by history, Taoists now go to Dongyue for those who have faith, and Buddhists return to the prefecture. If you die in the future, you should not go to our Dongyue Yinsi..."

Song Futan: "..."

Speaking of dying again, suddenly a bit crying and laughing, and a little lost.

Lan He didn't know what he was thinking, just pointed to the front: "Hey look at what is there."

The road of coming and going is very different from the road of going. The ghosts of the coming and going overlap, and countless ghosts wander on it, but the road of leaving is so empty. Lan He saw Lan He at a glance, and there was a shop by the roadside.

"Huangquan has no guest house, who will stay tonight?"

There should be no hotel on Huangquan Road, but I don’t know how there is a hotel. Is it specially set up for ghost messengers?

Song Futan thought, it seems that he rarely comes to the prefecture, and he is not particularly familiar with the road.

The restaurant looks just like the sun. There is a steamer at the door and a cutting board. The boss is chopping the meat stuffing. When they came, they shouted, "The freshly baked meat buns, let the meat buns!"

It means free.

The boss smiled at the two of them: "Do you want meat buns? Freshly steamed meat buns."

The boss smiled sincerely, but Song Futan and Lan He dared not accept the bun.

After eating the food in the hell, I will not go back, but it will come again soon-now looking at the delicious, in the sun, this is a group of decay that has been left on for too long, such as a belly, even if it does not die Half a life away.

"Really don't eat it? There's a long way to go, how can you get through without food?" the boss encouraged.

"How do you know he is going to reincarnate?" Lan He asked suddenly.

The boss's eyes flickered, and he quickly said: "This, you escort, don't you go to rejuvenate..."

That is not necessarily right. In case it was taken to Dongyue Yinsi, Lan He looked at the boss with suspicion. This guy... wouldn't it be the Tsing Yi ghost man who remembered hate, sent it?

Anyway, from his professional perspective, the boss's play is a bit bad. It wasn't sent by a ghost official, nor was it good intentions, maybe it was jealous that others could rejuvenate.

The boss tried hard to support the smiley face: "There are stuffing..."

He deliberately took a steamed bun from the steamer and reached it in front of Song Futan. His tone was full of temptations: "Smell, you smell."

The scent was extremely tempting, but Song Futan glanced coldly, not affected at all.

He has lived in the group of ghosts for more than 20 years. How could a few stuffed buns be tempted.

Song Futan said: "Let's go."

The boss is disappointed, how can it be so determined...

"Wait," Lan He refused to leave, "Boss, I ask you, can I sell meat alone?"

The boss was happy when he saw the peak, but he was secretly strange, because they seemed to have doubted themselves, so he said hesitantly: "Okay..."

Song Futan thought he was confused, but he looked carefully, his eyes were clear. Do you want to eat it yourself? Anyway, Yin Yin is not afraid of these.

Lan He: "Then we should make ten pounds of fine meat first, and carefully cut it into bash. Don't see a little fat on it."

Song Futan: "............"

boss:"…………"

The boss almost knelt, "Master, I won't cut this, I sell buns, please find somewhere else!"

"Wait, I promised just now, and I regret it now," Lan He grabbed his neckline, imitating the fierce ghost he had seen, and said fiercely, "You take me as a pastime?"

"I'm wrong. I'm wrong. I'm really wrong. I'm also entrusted with ghosts." The boss saw Lan He's eyes showing fierce light and fear in his soul, and he spit out at once, "I won't dare next time. ."

"Then you will finish cutting the meat I want." Lan He is not reluctant. "In addition to ten pounds of fine meat, there are also ten pounds of fat and ten pounds of gold cartilage. They are all cut into bashes and packed separately. At one point. It’s all given to the man, and he said to make dumplings for him."

...Still unable to escape, the boss nodded in tears: "Woo, okay..."

Lan He's fierce light converged at once, and his acting skills were relaxed and relaxed: "Then you go."

When the boss was startled, he was even more frightened. This Dongyue is impermanent, how murky it is, and who he was in his life!

"Let's go." Lan He finished his breath and greeted Song Futan to continue on the road.

Song Futan smiled and shook his head: "Looking at it like this, you really are a majesty."

Lan He laughed akimbo: "It's easy to talk."

After a further walk, there was a branch road ahead. Lan He looked at it and recognized it, but he couldn't tell which way to go.

Huangquan Road is difficult to walk, but that is for ordinary souls.

Ke Lanhe is impermanent, he should not have this sense of disorientation, just like he wanted to go to Huangquan Road, and after three and a half steps, he naturally came to Huangquan Road.

"Did you haven't received the dumplings yet, and toss me again." Lan He murmured, "It's really hard to be a kid."

Song Futan looked at him.

Although he didn't speak, Lan He suddenly understood what he meant: "I'm not a devil, forget it, you just said it yourself, I'm going to fight."

Song Futan laughed.

It was at this time that a deep and deep voice came from the depth of one of the roads, melodiously, "dang--"

Song Futan heard the bell and said, "It's my family's soul."

Lan He was delighted, "What sound, can it be so far?"

Song Futan said: "Bell."

The bells were lingering, and they were very long.

Lan He ignored it for the time being, and the two accelerated their pace, following the direction of the voice, and unknowingly stepped into the sun, his body suddenly bright.

It didn't appear in the Chenghuang Temple, but at a crossroad, not far from Juehui Temple.

"It turned out to be the bell of Juehui Temple?" Lan He suddenly.

The tens of tons of ancient clocks in Juehui Temple, known as the King of Bells, have a history of 600 years. It is said that the sound can be transmitted for tens of miles at the farthest, and the tail can last more than two minutes.

It's just that Lan He didn't know that the bells could actually deliver Youquan.

Xu Gui was still waiting for Lan He in the same place. When he saw him coming, he quickly stepped forward: "Come on, Master, you are back, can it go well?"

Song Futan heard Xu Gui shouting at him, remembering that he had also claimed to be the master of Yinchai. Xin Dao, was it originally called "Come"?

"It's quite smooth." Lan He told Xu Gui to live in this neighborhood and practice, and he must go down every day-go to the prefecture as soon as possible.

After all, Lan He looked at Song Futan, and he should go back. It was time to separate again. The tension and lively atmosphere on Huangquan Road just disappeared. "I still have to work. You can go back and let Paper donkey takes you..."

It was actually midnight, but he had to get up early to put on makeup and film the movie, and it was too late.

Song Futan was ashamed: "Well, goodbye..."

When Song Futan saw him going away, his eyes were a bit dim. He said goodbye last time and it was nearly two months. This time he did not know when to see him again.

Imagine if they were not impermanent, and they were born on both ends of the century, it is impossible for them to meet each other. It's just because of this. Even after his death, he did not report to Dongyue Yinsi.

...

Song Qiyun lifted Song Futan up. "Awake? Master Sikong said it was a little dangerous this time. Fortunately, the Master did not personally strike the ancient bell and lead you back."

"Well." Song Futan also simply said.

Song Qiyun kept talking, and always felt that he was very worried. However, the son never told them what happened in the underworld, and it was estimated that he would ask in vain.

Song Qiyun had no choice but to say something else: "Did the outline you wrote last time, the protagonist, the teenager, have a name? I was still thinking about giving him a name..."

Song Futan interrupted him: "Call Xiaolai."

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"Lan He? Lan He? He slept like he died."

Lan He turned up and saw Cheng Haidong muttering, and the alarm clock had been ringing for a while, "Why did you wake up?"

Generally speaking, Cheng Haidong will stay at the last minute.

"I woke up long ago." Cheng Haidong yawned. "Did you not hear it, bells? I also tweeted Weibo and I was talking about how to ring the ancient bell."

"Oh," Lan He hurriedly said, "Maybe the monk is seeing the wrong time."

"How is it possible that the ancient bells of Juehui Temple are six hundred years old and can't be arbitrarily knocked at ordinary times. Only the New Year will knock three times. Generally everyone goes to pray for blessings, which are ordinary clocks provided in the temple. The sound is long and far tonight. It can only be an ancient clock. But how can it be wrong at this time, it is not a year now. The bells in the middle of the night are strange enough."

"Is..." Lan He really didn't know this rule. If so, then "he" has a very good relationship with the monk of Juehui Temple. Also, there are monks' rosaries on his body.

Cheng Haidong still said mysteriously: "Yes, this ancient clock is inscribed with hundreds of scriptures, hundreds of thousands of words, so when it sounds, it is equivalent to reading all the scriptures again, and the first casting is to overkill souls. You said , Wouldn’t it be overdue last night?"

Lan He: "It may be possible."

As soon as Cheng Haidong listened to his perfunctory tone, he lost interest.

...

During the day, Lan He and Chen Xingyang played opponents. Just after taking a break, Chen Xingyang’s assistant came and said: "Brother Yang, Sister Xingyu is here. I will take her to the hotel."

"Okay." Chen Xingyang nodded and explained to Lan He, who was curious to see himself. "My sister and Liu Dao made an appointment. Come over and make a cameo to be an egg."

Chen Xingyu had just given birth to a child and could not participate in the show, but because he had also cooperated with Liuxianyang, he said he came to make a guest appearance.

It turned out that Chen Xingyu was coming, and Lan He was still looking forward to it. This was also his older sister who was very much appreciated by his sister.

It took a while for Chen Xingyu to appear. He shook hands with Liuxianyang first and said tiredly: "Sorry, the child has been crying and has just fallen asleep."

The child is too young, and he is staying in the hotel with his father and Chen Xingyu's agent.

Chen Xingyang is relatively approachable and has many friends. Chen Xingyu is not the same. He has always been not very enthusiastic about people and can even be said to be lonely. There are often news of who ruthlessly hits the wall with her.

Therefore, although it looks similar to Chen Xingyang by seven or eight points, it feels very different.

Lan He shook hands with her under the introduction of Chen Xingyang, and all felt that she was about to be frozen to death.

Liu Chunyang and Chen Xingyu greeted: "Your children still cry all the time? Look at your previous circle of friends, saying that you haven't stopped since you were born, isn't it an exaggeration?"

Chen Xingyu rubbed his eyebrows, "Yes, crying for no reason, I asked the doctor all the time, I couldn't coax it if I couldn't see the problem. My grandmother said it would be good to cry for 100 days, but it's also 100 days, or Cry every day."

Liu Chunyang thought about it and asked her: "Are you going to Miaoganshan yet?"

Lan He was sitting on the side with his eyes closed and recuperating. When he heard the words Miaoganshan, he raised his ears.

He was also passed by the old Bai Kepu, knowing that Miaogan Mountain can beg for help, or that any Bixia Yuanjun’s palace can beg for help. Of course, the most famous is Taishan begging for children, this is also called "tie doll", or "pawn".

Since Liu Liuyang asked at this time, then Chen Xingyu may have asked for a son, but the gossip news has not been exploded, only Chen Xingyu has been transmitted many times for pregnancy.

Let's talk more specifically about the dolls. There are many dolls in the maiden's palace. They used to be clay dolls, now they have gypsum, porcelain, and plastic.

The begging woman burns incense and prays here, chooses a doll, and the Taoist priest in the temple uses a red rope to tie the neck of the doll. The red rope is tied to the copper money. The Taoist shakes the red rope, knocks the chime with the copper money, and reads the spell. You can hold the doll with a red cloth and let people take it home, which is considered to complete the ceremony.

And if it proves to be effective in the future, it is also necessary to return the wish and send the doll back.

Chen Xingyu said: "Returned...Is it okay with this?"

In fact, she didn't really believe in these things. She was unable to get pregnant. The elders of the family said that they would take it with them. Taishan is too far away. Miaoganshan is very famous in Beijing. Therefore, she didn't even think about what it might have to do with the petition. Besides, she didn't pay it back.

"I didn't know until I asked. Why did I still cry." Liu Chunyang wondered, and suddenly thought of something, "How many times did you ask, and how many dolls did you return?"

"Huh?" Chen Xingyu said, "I asked three times and returned one. The last two were still at home. I only took one. Why, is there a problem?"

——I have asked for three times, but I can only ask for three times. Anyone who goes to Bixia Yuanjun’s temple to pray for a child can go again after three months of inefficiency.

Liu Chunyang slapped his thigh, "Of course, you asked a few times, and finally gave birth, you have to go back together."

Chen Xingyu said: "Why, I gave birth to one, why do I have to return three."

Everyone: "............"

Liu Qiangyang was crazy and didn't know how to refute it for a while, "This, this...the old rules are like this... Wow, you are stingy! You have to worry about the two!"

Isn't it the mother who is arguing with me, Chen Xingyu spread his hand: "I just said that, since this is the case, then I will return the other two, I hope it will be useful."

She yawned. The child could make their husband and wife both have a headache and died. When they were awake, they cried most of the time. There was no way to stop them.

"Well, I really want to close the work soon. I haven't seen Xiao Miaomiao for a long time. This little crying ghost, I'm afraid it's not because there is too much water in the name, so I cry so much." Chen Xingyang rubbed his hands.

Miao Miao is the name of Chen Xingyu’s child, given by Taoist priests of Miaogan Mountain. According to custom, they are written on red paper, and they are taken away with the dolls.

"Right." Chen Xingyang looked at Lan He and said jokingly, "Don't go back to my sister's room when you go back. The pigeons are afraid of you when they see you, and they scare my nephew back!"