Republic of China

Chapter 104 Exposure
In the eyes of ordinary people, forms such as burning paper money are just a way to commemorate and remember. Whether the burned things can be sent to the lower level, or whether there is a lower level, is still unknown.

However, this form of history has a long history. No matter how many years have passed and dynasties have changed, it has never stopped. Even if it is uncertain, people still prefer to believe that it exists or not, for fear that their relatives will be penniless and suffer from the cold.

For powerful people, this form is even more important. Just look at the tombs and mausoleums of royal families and emperors throughout the ages. They try their best to add funerary objects, for fear that they will not enjoy wealth and glory after death.

For example, this distinguished relative.

When he was young, he was powerful. However, when the dynasty changed, most of the Manchu nobles became rats on the street. They may still have money, but they definitely have no power. Therefore, before they died, they specifically warned their heirs that they must have as much money as possible. Burn paper money and pile up funeral objects.

When he actually arrived in the underworld, he lamented his foresight and already imagined living a luxurious life again after coming to the support pavilion to collect money. He would wait for reincarnation and other things to wait until the money was spent. At the very least, he would have to deal with the ghost concubine.

Unexpectedly, the account provided by the Support Pavilion only contained ten ingots.

What is enough money for?
At most, you can buy a boat ticket to cross the Wangchuan River to the Ghost Realm Castle, and you don’t have to think about buying property. Moreover, the paper people, paper horses, and paper villas burned above have all been kept by the supporter.

In the eyes of the Manqi nobles, what is causing this if it is not corruption?

Back then, the Qing Dynasty was not so exploitative!
"Leader! I want to see your leader!"

Manqi Guiqin slapped the counter, not minding the looks of countless ghosts lined up behind him who wanted to kill him.

But it must be said that ordinary ghosts still do not understand the importance of money and capital to beings like Manqi Guiqin.

Having no money means losing everything.

What?
create wealth?
Shouldn’t wealth come from exploitation?

Creating such a despicable job is something that our dear relatives despise.

The aunt at the counter opened the thick account book and deliberately raised her voice.

"Cough-cough-"

"In the year of Guisi, you ordered your son to hire bandits on behalf of the Qing Dynasty to expropriate land for the Qing Dynasty. A total of more than 26 acres of fertile land were expropriated. Five people were killed and [-] injured. All the people whose land was expropriated were forcibly hired by you as lifelong tenant farmers. .”

"In the Sino-Japanese War of [-], Lushun fell. On the surface, you ordered your son to open a porridge to help refugees. In fact, you gathered young people to help other countries' troops to do hard work. Even though you temporarily saved many people who were about to starve to death, many innocent refugees died because of the hard work. two hundred."

"In the year of Renyin, you helped your son obtain customs inspection rights at the dock, secretly helped others transport cigarettes, and trafficked people. In order to gain more privileges, profiteers from all walks of life secretly sent you four young girls. After you had enough fun, you gave them to several All the famous servants were tortured to death within half a month."

"In the Wushen year, there was a severe drought. You asked your son to purchase grain on a large scale. He harvested grain at a low price and sold it at a high price. This indirectly caused countless people to starve to death in eight villages. You sold your wives and children and exchanged children for food. Why did you exchange children for food? ?Because they don’t dare to eat their own children, so they eat each other’s children instead!”

One after another, countless ghosts gnashed their teeth.

It is said that there is a god at the top of your head, but it seems to be true that doing good deeds accumulates negative virtue.

Damn it!

This kind of bastard should be thrown into the ten levels of hell and tortured repeatedly!

boom--

Aunt Yincha slapped the 'account book' in front of her, and she was probably very angry.

"There are countless similar things. Although they were not all done by you, and the main sins did not fall on you, you have clearly remembered all the bad things you did that lacked great virtue. You did not believe in retribution when you were alive. You want to receive the full amount when you die? Why are you so special? Why is the Emperor Fengdu your Emperor Ama? I will give you a few gold ingots because the porridge restaurant has indeed saved many people."

"As I said before, you were not sent directly to the underworld at the gate of hell. It was your son who helped you bear most of the karma. But you can't hide from the first day of the lunar month, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day. As long as you still want to be reincarnated, you must leave. A trip to Yincao 72 Division.

"When the time comes, everything will be settled clearly for you. I estimate that you have told me about the 81 levels of hell thousands of times. Just now you said you wanted to find the leader, right? Okay, I'll grant your wish."

I don’t know how long Aunt Yincha has been working in the Support Pavilion, but it can still be seen that she was definitely a bad-tempered person during her lifetime, and her main thing was to be a hammer when you ask for it.

There were a dozen copper bells tied with ropes on the inside of the counter. Auntie grabbed one of them and shook it.

dong dong dong-

The bell sounded like a loud bell, and the shaking caused green ripples, which gradually condensed into shape.

Their bodies were burning with green flames. One of their eyes was triangular on the top of their head, and the other was half-moon on their chin. Their shapes were extremely weird, and their frightening level was many times weirder than the ghosts behind the gate of hell.

The terrifying aura that hit the face was most obvious to the ghosts, who involuntarily stepped back and trembled.

There are halberds in the forest, and twin lights flash in the eyes.

Yasha ghost!
Aunt Yin Chai smiled kindly, pointed at Man Qi and said with a smile: "He is the one who is making trouble and clamoring to see the leader. Please trouble the two distinguished chariots to take him to Yin Cao, so as not to buy a boat ticket to cross the Wangchuan River. "

There was no nonsense at all. The two yaksha ghosts, one on the left and one on the right, tore the Manqi noble relatives into two pieces, each carrying his own piece.

But Manqi Guiqin was not distraught. In addition to the pain that was countless times stronger than expected, his consciousness was very clear, which made him cry like a ghost.

"I'm not looking for you anymore! I'm not looking for the leader anymore!"

"Please, gentlemen, please don't take the little one to the underworld. I would rather wander around in the underworld and not be reincarnated than go to the underworld!"

The detention alone was so bloody and brutal. If he really had to be tried in the underworld, he would have to suffer more than tens of millions of crimes?

However, no matter how Manqi Guiqin struggled and begged for mercy, the two Yaksha ghosts were not moved at all and turned into green ripples and floated into the bell again.

Zhao Sanyuan and Shangguan Baitu had a close view of everything.

I sighed that the efficiency of the underworld is really high. Just ring the bell and you can summon a professional team in the blink of an eye.

No wonder there is no shady management order in the Support Pavilion, because it is simply unnecessary.

Anyone who dares to cause trouble will ring the bell directly.

"Huh? You two young couple are quite interesting. I have occasionally seen ghosts who have never done anything good or bad in their lives. This is the first time I have met a pair like you."

Aunt Yincha kept marveling at the account books.

Of course, she didn't expect that the two of them were not really dead at all, but teamed up to travel to the underworld.

If you want to truly know the good and evil in your life, you can only understand it by going to the underworld.

"Good guy, there are so many things burned. There are so many paper money and ingots."

Aunt Yincha opened the drawer while she was talking. Inside were old almanacs one after another. She took out two of them, numbered the pages carefully, and placed them on the window.

"Now that the money has been collected, should you go to the second floor to collect the remaining items yourself, or should you let the support pavilion collect them for you? Agree in advance that there will be a fee for collection."

Looking at the old almanac on the counter, Shangguan Baitu was very confused.

I don't understand how it has any necessary connection with paper money ingots.

I clearly saw that Manqi nobleman receiving ten gold ingots before.

"I dare to ask my sister, what is the use of this old almanac?"

People are more dead than people, and goods are thrown away.

The same ghosts who come to support the pavilion, some are ignored by others, and some are annoyed by others.

This sentence "Sister" made Aunt Yincha smile brightly. She thought to herself that this girl's little mouth was so sweet. It would be a pity to die.

"Hey~ What do you call sister? Just call me eldest sister. Speaking of this old almanac, it is actually very simple. It is directly linked to paper money and ingots. Think about it, customs are different in different places in the world. Some people burn paper money. Some have inscriptions on them, some don't, some burn yellow paper and some burn white paper, it's not easy to unify the support pavilions."

"So when we get down there, we all convert them into the old almanac, which is the only currency in circulation in the underworld. This way, it will be easier for the ghosts to carry it with them. You don't want to drag a cart full of paper money and ingots wherever you go, right?"

Shangguan Baitu suddenly realized.

I have thought about how to use the paper money burned in the upper world before. It turns out that the Support Pavilion not only determines how much money to give to the ghosts based on their virtues during their lifetime, but also achieves a unified currency.sharp!

"Thank you, eldest sister, for clearing up the confusion. Then please ask Zunge to help us get our things out. Where do we need to wait?"

Seeing Shangguan Baitu being so polite and polite, Aunt Yincha was in a good mood. She happily tore off a page from the old almanac on the counter, stamped it, and handed it to Shangguan Baitu together.

"Just wait on the platform to the west of the Support Pavilion. I'll give you a seat at the front. I believe the things will be delivered soon. Also, I hope you will find a good family in the next life, sister."

Zhao Sanyuan and Shangguan Baitu each read an old almanac and turned to leave side by side.

The ghost behind him was not stupid either. After seeing the benefits of being sweet, he also said with a smile on his face: "Sister, come to me~"

Unexpectedly, Aunt Yincha's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Who do you call eldest sister? Who is your eldest sister? You were already in your seventies when you died, right?"

The ghost is not happy either. Since you know that I am older, you have to respect your elders. What a bullshit service attitude.

Perhaps because she had seen too many ghosts of all kinds, Sister Yincha knew what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, and sneered: "How old are you? I was born in the seventh year of Yongli in the Ming Dynasty. I can be your grandma's grandma." , Are you comparing yourself to me? Put the nonsense aside and collect the money, right? Then let’s settle the accounts carefully. When you were seven years old, you watched the old lady take a bath, and when you were nine years old, you forced the old lady to watch you take a bath.”

There are not many ghosts waiting on the wide platform to the west outside the support pavilion.

Because few living people can be perfect, so the things burned are more or less discounted by the support pavilion.

If you have little money, you should spend sparingly.

After all, everyone is dying for the first time in this life, and it is not clear what price they have to pay before reaching the Well of Reincarnation.

Shangguan Baitu looked at the dock in the distance and said softly: "Where do you think Uncle Gao might be now?"

"I don't know, it won't be here anyway." Zhao Sanyuan pointed to the Support Pavilion, "Between Guimen Pass and the Wangchuan River, the most conspicuous place is the Support Pavilion. If he knew that we had come to rescue him from the underworld, he would definitely wait there. .”

"Unfortunately, he didn't know what we were doing, and he didn't even know that one of his souls was taken away by Lao Kang and did not really die. So if it were me, I would definitely be reincarnated and reincarnated. Everything in my lifetime would be a passing cloud. .”

After thinking about it carefully, Shangguan Baitu felt that this was reasonable.

If this is the case, then the most important thing right now is time.

Chase as fast as you can, at least reach Yincao as soon as possible.

And after arriving at the Yin Cao, you can't just sit back and wait. You must divide your troops into two groups. One person will continue to wait in front of the Yin Cao, and the other will enter the Yin Cao to gamble.

Bet that the crime will not be sent to the Gang Hell, and then quickly go to Naihe Bridge. If the leader is not found by then, it means that the rescue from the underworld has completely failed.

"Don't think so much now, let's—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a big turtle rushing towards him from the corner of his eye.

That's right, it's coming.

It was no smaller than an elephant in size. It walked as fast as flying, with afterimages appearing when its four paws were pounding.

Finally, Shangguan Baitu suddenly braked in front of him and lay down on the ground.

It turned around and spoke human words.

"Everything is on your back. After you click it, just put the stamped almanac inside and the order is settled."

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Zhao Sanyuan and Shangguan Baitu looked at each other.

Sure enough, in the underworld, there are some things that cannot be viewed with common sense.

It’s simply unbelievable that the bastard is so fast and big, and yet he can still come out to work.

It seems that it is not easy to get along in the underworld. The ghosts of spiritual beings come out to compete with the ghosts of humans for work.

Too curly too curly.

Looking closely, there are many things in the grooves on the turtle shell, all of which are made of paper.

For example, this paper scale beam was created by Lao Kang and Lao Liu. They wrapped Zhao Sanyuan's scale beam with paper to collect the tacky yang energy on it, and then burned the paper into the shape of a scale beam. When necessary, the effect Almost no different.

But this thing should never be used unless absolutely necessary. After all, this is the land of the underworld. It goes without saying that it is sensitive to Yang Qi. If Yang Qi is really detected, it will definitely be chased by ghosts and ghosts.

In addition to paper scales, there are also swords, New Year pictures, statues and scrolls, etc. Zhao Sanyuan has almost all the equipment.

Shangguan Baitu's is relatively simple, with a paper bow with three quivers, and a paper broken sword. The principle is the same as that of making a paper scale pole.

In addition, a car made of paper was even burned!

"Brother Turtle, our underworld is so advanced with the times now? Can even cars be burned down?"

The big turtle shook his head, as if searching for relevant entries in countless years of memory, and finally Weng Liweng said angrily: "You are talking about four-wheeled iron, right? There have been more and more in recent years, ugh .I guess it won’t be long before all of us who are running around will be replaced by this thing.”

Zhao Sanyuan couldn't laugh or cry. This thing has become popular in the underworld. Will it be necessary to build railways in the future?

"Then how should it be used?"

"How did I know? I look like a turtle that can hold the steering wheel? Anyway, I think other ghosts just open the folded paper car, then sit on it and drive away, but I heard that this thing has a time limit for use. , it will break down after driving it to a certain level, and if you want to drive it again, you have to go to the Ghost World Fort to find a special agent and ask him to help the family to burn another one."

"I understand, Brother Turtle, you are busy with your work." After Zhao Sanyuan placed the folded paper-wrapped car on the ground, he followed Guan Bai Rabbit to study how to use it.

In fact, there is really no need to study it.

After the shape was almost the same, the two people sat on it and it was able to drive directly. Except that the speed was slower and the swing was larger, it was not much different from a normal car.

"I thought that Lao Liu and Lao Kang would burn paper horses, paper cows, etc. for us. I really didn't expect to burn such a thing. I guess it was a whim because you can drive. But no matter what, with it We will be faster in the future, so hurry up and buy tickets at the pier. It is said that it takes a lot of time to cross the Wangchuan River and reach the Ghost World Castle on the other side."

Zhao Sanyuan was filled with emotion.

The underworld is more colorful than you imagine.

For example, I have never heard of Lao Huangli redeeming paper money and ingots, and the underworld has kept pace with the times, and even paper carts can be burned down.

But before the two were happy for long, they soon encountered another difficulty.

After buying the ticket, the two folded the paper car and lined up to board the ship.

Every ship on the pier has a large entrance, but there is only one entrance for verifying tickets, and two undercover men are responsible for each.

The bad is here.

When it was the turn of Zhao Sanyuan and Shangguan Baitu, they faced two sinister men who should be twin brothers, except that one had a fat belly and a shiny face, and the other was as thin as a stick.

The wealthy man looked at the young couple up and down, and then read the information written on the tickets they handed them.

Finally, he put his arms around Zhao Sanyuan's shoulders with a faint smile.

"Are you and your wife alive?"

(End of this chapter)