Little Taoist Priest Live Broadcasts to Raise Funds

Chapter 114 Let’s chat slowly over a cup of tea and water

The subordinates thought about it and thought about how to relieve Cui Yu's worries later and secretly throw the thirteen immobile people into the Wangchuan River to destroy their corpses. Suddenly they saw Zhong Kui standing up like a carp.

After standing up, Zhong Kui was about to speak when Wei Zheng, who stood up with him, spoke first: "Ahem, Old Zhong, we drank too much, right?"

If there is no excuse for being drunk, will they learn from a child and not be laughed at?

Zhong Kui did not receive Wei Zheng's hint and said to himself: "Child, show me again, how do you turn your spiritual power into a fishing net?"

Seeing that Zhong Kui and the others had recovered, Yaya said very happily: "You can demonstrate it again, but you have to tell this grandpa that you guys really have to imitate Yaya to fish for souls, so you can't move."

Zhong Kui patted his chest: "Of course you can!"

He walked directly to Cui Yu's subordinates, patted Cui Yu's subordinates on the shoulders with his big palms like cattail leaf fans, and said angrily: "Old Xu, we really fell to the ground after imitating this little Taoist priest. If you don’t believe it, let me learn another one for you.”

The conspiracy in Lao Xu's heart was directly smashed to pieces by Zhong Kui's strange power. Also shattered was his dream of being promoted to a higher position and having a position like a judge.

Zhong Kui is the most straightforward of the four judges. He said that he was so weak that he couldn't speak because he was a disciple of Xiao Guanzhu. That must be the case.

"Yes, yes, Master Zhong, I believe you, I will leave now." Lao Xu looked respectfully, secretly looking at the faces of the others, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Look at how enthusiastic and quick-tempered he is, isn't this an unexpected mistake that puts him on the blacklist of other officials?

Old Xu was frightened, patted his **** and ran quickly.

Seeing Lao Xu leave, Yaya looked at Cui Yu suspiciously: "He must have believed our words this time?"

Cui Yu nodded slightly, stared at the small breast dumplings at his feet, squatted down and asked seriously: "Little girl, who is your master? Did he teach you this soul-catching spell?"

"My master is an old Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple." Yaya answered very seriously, "The magic is Yaya's own idea. Fishing nets are used to catch fish in the river, and fishing nets should also be used to catch souls in the river."

"So that's it." Cui Yu paused, "It's not a spell taught by your master. It's because your master usually teaches well. Do you remember your master's name?"

"Name?" Yaya shook her head, "No, Master said he has no name."

"Do you really not even know your master's name?" Cui Yu didn't give up and asked again.

Yaya nodded silently.

She remembered that after she became sensible, she seemed to have asked her master's name. Just like her name is Yaya, A-hua is called A-hua, and Aba is called Aba. There should always be a name.

But the master said: "Name or not, I am your master. All you need to do is know the master."

Cui Yu squinted his eyes slightly, confirming that Xiao Naituanzi really didn't know, and guessed a lot of people in his mind.

But none of it is right.

The little girl is only three and a half years old. No matter who she is as a master, there is no way she can salvage souls from the Wangchuan River without being absorbed by the Wangchuan River.

Cui Yu thought of another thing about Ya Ya, which was the book handed over by the Beicheng City God.

It is said that Yaya can free the soul of a suicidal person and re-enter reincarnation. The soul that committed suicide is still living in Fengdu City, waiting for the number to be reincarnated.

Two things happened in succession that broke the rules of heaven and earth. This child's master...

Cui Yu didn't dare to guess anymore, but his expression became gentler: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I don't know your master's name. I heard that you are here to find your little apprentice's lost soul?"

Yaya nodded again and pointed at the Wangchuan River: "Yaya did a fortune-telling. The result is that both your emperor and Yaya's little apprentice are related to the Wangchuan River. But after walking for so long and salvaging for so long, it's too late. I didn't see them. "A lot of other souls were saved, and many ghosts that could not be recovered were burned to death, but the souls of the emperor and the little disciple were not seen.

Thinking of this result, Yaya was a little discouraged.

Could it be that she forced the fortune telling and the contents of the fortune telling were wrong?

When Yaya thought so. Next to him, Zhong Kui imitated Cui Yu's example and squatted on the ground, shouting hurriedly: "Quick, little temple master, try your magic power of turning spiritual power into a fishing net again."

Seeing that Zhong Kui was so anxious, Ya Ya showed it to Zhong Kui again.

The souls fished out this time still did not belong to the young apprentice.

Yaya mended the souls of those who could be saved as usual, and let them leave. Looking at the water of Wangchuan River, she sighed quietly: "It seems that the signboard of Sanqingguan is really going to be smashed by Yaya this time."

She had promised to complete her little apprentice's soul, but now she had nothing to gain. How would she face her little apprentice and his great-grandfather when she returned?

The sadness of Xiaotuanzi made Cui Yu's eyes tremble.

He looked at the silent Tenth Palace Yama and his two other colleagues: "Since the young temple master is here to find the half-life soul of his apprentice, we in the underworld will naturally do our best to help, don't you think so?"

Everyone present has been a ghost **** in the underworld for so long, and they are also people who have experienced being hit on the head with a big stick. How can they not understand what Cui Yu means?

This little dumpling with **** couldn't pronounce her master's name, but she could stir up the water of the Forgotten River and fish out the souls inside. No matter who her master was, they couldn't afford to offend her. When such a giant Buddha comes, if you don't treat it well, what else can you do?

"Since he is half a life soul, he does not necessarily have to find his other half."

King Qin Guang smiled at Yaya.

As one of the Yamas, King Qin Guang has a face with a nose, eyes, and mouth. No matter from which angle you look at it, you can only say: All the five senses are there, but you can’t say, this face nice.

Especially when he smiles, his mouth is so big that it looks like he can eat children.

Yaya hadn't looked carefully before, but now she saw it. She was so frightened by King Qin Guang's face that she clenched her clothes tightly with her little hands.

No wonder the statues of Lord Yama in the human world look so fierce. Lord Yama really scares children. In comparison, Cui Yu is the one whom Yaya likes among the Yinshen present.

So, Yaya silently came closer to Cui Yu, grabbed the hem of Cui Yu's clothes and talked to King Qin Guang: "Then does grandpa have any other way to save my little apprentice?"

King Qin Guang: "Yes, yes, our underworld itself is a place where ghosts gather, so naturally there are some treasures about souls."

When he said this, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Young master, why don't you go to the Yama Hall and sit down, let's have some tea and water and talk slowly."

Yaya could tell that King Qin Guang wanted to have the kind of relationship between adults that his master said with her.

But Yaya didn't want to delay any longer. She had been in the underworld for a long time. Good things have been done, bad things... bad things should not be counted, right? Anyway, I just want to go back to Sanqing Temple as soon as possible.

"Ya Ya doesn't want to drink tea or water, and wants to go up early, so grandpa, can you finish speaking quickly? If you need money to save your little apprentice's soul, Ya Ya has a lot of gold ingots here that you can buy."

When Yaya said she wanted to buy it, she spoke loudly.

Anyway, the gold ingots used in the underworld are all made of paper, so they won't cost her the small treasury saved.

When the other Yamas heard that Ya Ya had to be bought with money, they all arranged their heads like rattles.

How could Yaya spend money on such a good opportunity to sell favors? Send it, send it big, send it in large quantities!

(End of chapter)