Daoist Liyue, I live in the Hall of Rebirth!

In the end, she understood her grandpa's thoughts, returned to the Hall of Rebirth, and became the No. 70 seventh-generation hall master. Under the lively and humorous surface of Walnut, it is the relief of life and death, and the firmness to implement this relief.

And the more this is the case, the more she is out of tune with the general public. The life and death views of the past generations of hall masters are destined not to be accepted by ordinary people.

"However, this kind of hope for a better life hall is pure, so this is why Mr. Zhongli knows that it is futile but does not stop it, but supports it implicitly."

"I don't need to be sad for her futility, I should be happy for her strength of heart." Shen Ming walked quickly and walked to the door of Wanmin Hall.

"Today, she must be exhausted after a whole day of publicity. Buy a roast chicken and go back to reward her, and then ask Mr. Zhongli if he has any good wine in his possession."

boom!

The door of Wanmin Hall was pushed open by Shen Ming, "Master Mao! I'm here to eat!"

"Hey, here you come! We are regular customers, come on, come on! What do you want to eat!"

"Let me have a roast chicken first, pack it up and send it to the hall master, and I will eat the rest... bring the menu!"

Sitting in the most pleasing position, he took off his coat and draped it behind the chair.

"Hey! The little brother is here again!" The uncle at the front table seemed to be a frequent visitor, and when he saw Shen Ming, he warmly held up a plate to greet him.

"Yes, here we come!" Shen Ming responded with a smile, and then shouted towards the kitchen, "Master Mao, here are two steamed buns to appetize!"

"Okay! Girl! Go get some buns!"

"Okay, it doesn't taste good, it doesn't taste fast, it doesn't cost money! Eh? It's you!" Xiang Ling quickly brought the buns over, and at first glance, she turned out to be an acquaintance.

"I come to eat every day. When I heard the two buns, I should have thought of me." Shen Ming took the buns and took a bite.

hmm~

The soup is full-bodied, fragrant, pleasant to the taste buds, and full of chewiness.

"Oh, I've wanted to ask for a long time, how is the family who asked me to go to the funeral that day? I heard that their family has gone to sea?" Xiangling took advantage of the fact that there were not many guests in the morning, and took a chair to sit. At the opposite corner to Shen Ming, he asked curiously.

How could it be rumored that the whole family went to sea alone to do business alone after they were all dead...

Shen Ming took a sip of porridge and said, "It's not the whole family, it's just the wife of the owner's son who went out to sea to do business."

"What about the others? I hear their houses are gone."

"It's gone." Shen Ming sighed, "There was a fire in their house, and it was completely destroyed overnight, and Wang Mian and the old man couldn't escape either."

"Ah... isn't it that the entire Wang family is still alive?" Xiang Ling covered her mouth in surprise.

"Yes."

"That's too pitiful." Xiangling felt that the Wang family was so miserable.

"Girl, three pancakes!" Master Mao's voice came from the kitchen.

"Come on!"

"Oh, stop talking, I'm going to work!" Xiangling quickly returned the chair to its original position, and ran to the kitchen, "Tell me or my father what you want to eat, and I'll get it for you first!"

Shen Ming watched Xiangling go to the kitchen in a hurry, smiled and shook his head.

Stuffed the whole bun into his mouth.

Hmm~ fragrant!

boom!

The door of Wanmin Hall was opened again, and this time two people came, and the aura made the surrounding customers stop talking.

Shen Ming sensed something was wrong again, and quickly looked over.

One looks like a scholar, the other has the demeanor of a knight.

"Master Mao, how did you find the book I mentioned last time?" The scholar swiped open the folding fan.

"That book? I found it." Master Mao scratched his head, "Oh, I don't know why you like such a book."

"It's all about gourmet food, and there's no plot. Fighting, it's not interesting."

"Hey, you don't know Master Mao. He reads very complicated books. He reads everything from all over the world, let alone books on cooking!" The young man with the appearance of a knight slapped his hand on the counter and said, stepping on a stool next to him. .

While the boy was talking, Master Mao had already brought the book over, "Here, this is the book you are looking for. I have been looking through it for a long time at my house."

The scholar picked up the book and turned a few pages, before raising his eyebrows.

"Hey! You don't want to try to do it!" The knight boy suddenly felt chills.

"Ahem!" the scholar coughed in embarrassment.

Putting away the fan with a snap, "I'm so happy today, I finally found a good book, and today I'm booking Wanmin Hall!"

"Ah..." Master Mao looked at the guests around him in embarrassment.

"Oh, Master Mao, don't misunderstand." The scholar said, "I mean by private house..."

"I will pay for the meals of everyone sitting here!"

"Oh oh oh!!!!!"

Cheers.

Chapter 29 Small Walnuts Selling Coffins

In the evening, Walnut returned to the Pastoral Hall.

squeak-

The wooden door was opened from the outside, letting in some light from the setting sun.

"Ah, I'm so tired... I didn't get any orders today." Hu Tao's weak voice sounded.

"Why is the business of Wanmintang so good, why is the value-added service of the Adventurers Association so popular, and why is my own Hall of Death not good?"

Walnut plopped down on the chair, and pressed her entire upper body on the round table, her small chest didn't stir up any waves.

I don't know if this is a sad or gratifying thing, but Walnut itself doesn't feel much about it.

"Life and death are two sides of the same body. It is obviously something that everyone will experience sooner or later. Why don't people understand it?"

"What's so taboo about this thing, just say it openly, wouldn't you be responsible for yourself after your death?"

Hu Tao was alone in the room. In the evening, when the sun was setting, it was the time when the Xiangsheng Hall was not yet open and the employees were not at work.

"Everyone hasn't come yet..." Hu Tao stretched out her hand and looked at her nails, "Should I arrange for someone to be on duty during the day in the future?"

"The Hall of Resurrection during the day...is a bit deserted."

Snapped!

The wooden door of Xiangsheng Hall was suddenly pushed open.

"I'll go back... eh? Hu Tao, you're here." Shen Ming held the roast chicken in his left hand, and kept pushing the door with his right hand, looking at Hu Tao in surprise.

"Look at what you said, why can't I be here? Not only am I here, I will also have people on duty during the day." Hu Tao muttered dissatisfiedly, "Our hall is not lively at all."

"You have already said that we are the Hall of Resurrection, so something must have happened when it became lively." Shen Ming complained.

"The Hall of Rebirth can be serious, but why do you have to be sad? Can't you send people away happily and bustlingly?"

Hearing Hu Tao's words, Shen Ming unconsciously thought of the black man carrying the coffin.

puff!

"Why are you laughing!" Hu Tao was even more dissatisfied.

"No, it's nothing, I just remembered something happy, um! Cough!" Shen Ming covered his mouth with his fists and coughed twice.

"You are obviously laughing! If you can't tell me how happy you are today, I, I...I will deduct your salary!" Hu Tao slapped the table.

How funny is it to send people away with a smile?

Is it funny?ah?

Funny!

"Oh, I thought I bought you a roast chicken." Shen Ming shook the bag of roast chicken in his left hand in front of Hu Tao.

"I brought it here specially for you, do you want to eat it?"

Smelling the aroma of the roasted chicken, Hu Tao shrugged his nose, his eyes followed the roasted chicken, "It smells so good, where did you buy it?"

"The Hall of All Peoples."

Hearing this, Hu Tao froze, and flung herself down on the table again.

"What's wrong?" Shen Ming was puzzled.

"Wanmintang's business is better than mine." Hu Tao put her face on the table, shaking her head unwillingly.

"Hey! You, a funeral parlor, have a better business than those who run a restaurant?" Shen Ming almost laughed out of anger.

"Why don't you think about how much money you make from a single business can support Wanmintang for a week?"

"But..." Hu Tao said sullenly, with her face still pressed against the table.

"Do you want to eat roast chicken?"

"Eat!" Hu Tao raised her head, took the roast chicken in Shen Ming's hand, and opened the bag to eat it.

"When was the business of the funeral parlor booming except for special periods?" Shen Ming raised his mouth, then turned around, "Wait here, I'll go find Mr. Zhongli and see if he has any wine."

"Shen Ming." Hu Tao said.

"what?"

"After you die, you will definitely hand over the work of your death to me."

"I think I live longer than you!" Shen Ming.

Hu Tao thought about it, and it seemed to be the same reason.

That guy Shen Ming will seek good luck and avoid bad luck, and I heard that there is a way to keep in good health, maybe he will live well after he retires.

......

Shen Ming found Zhong Li in Ke Qing's study.

"liquor?"

"Is there?" Shen Ming.

"It depends on what kind of wine it is." Zhong Li put down his book, his eyes full of memories.

"Just take it out and drink it with others. It doesn't need to be too precious." Shen Ming said quickly, he was really afraid that Zhongli would take out the old wine hundreds or thousands of years ago, and he would really not be able to drink it.

"Is that so?" Zhongli pondered, "By the way, why do you think of drinking?"

"It's been a day since Hu Tao went to promote the business of Xiangshengtang, so I bought her some snacks and some wine to relieve her pain," Shen Ming said.

"Is that so? From a general rational point of view, she should be rewarded."

"However, have you ever thought about making the Hall of Past Life really lively?" Zhong Li asked Shen Ming a question when he went to get the wine.

"If the Pastoral Hall is really lively, that child Hu Tao will feel happy from the bottom of his heart."

Make the Hall of Past Lives lively?

A bunch of corpses were carried into the Hall of Rebirth, and the family members blew suona and wailed, and then Hu Tao kept counting money in the corner?

No no no, can't imagine.

Zhong Li came back with a bottle of wine in his hand, and handed it to Shen Ming, who took it.

"Mr. Shen Ming."

"Ah? I'm here." Shen Ming was startled, why is Zhong Li so formal?

"I've given you a task, find a way to make the Hall of Past Life lively." Zhong Li said, "This, it's a request."

When Shen Ming heard the first half of the sentence, he was still fighting in his head, but when he heard the second half of the request, Shen Ming was startled and looked at Zhongli.

"This is a request from me, and it is also a request from the people of Liyue."

With that said, Zhong Li returned to the bookshelf, grabbed a book and started to read.

Shen Ming was silent for a few seconds before he said helplessly, "Okay."

"Do I remember that Liyue has a rock singer? Every night, there will be a concert in a place that Qianyan Jun didn't expect." Zhong Li.

"Xin Yan? Call her?" Shen Ming was surprised.