Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 101 Preaching Messenger

Jiang Fuyuan never thought of catching the incense thief, but the stolen goods were burned to him.

Feelings are like two ghost pilgrims.

Hearing that the two ghosts in front of him were here to offer incense, Xiaopang couldn't bear to scare them anymore.

After all, they worshiped the golden body of Immortal Fu Yuan, and they also worshiped Immortal Longtongue next to the golden body. In disguise, they also paid tribute to him.

Bullying one's own pilgrims is too disrespectful of martial ethics.

He put away the seduction chain and said: "Get up, I'm not a ghost, I won't arrest you."

The tall and lanky guy didn't believe it: "But what do you have..."

He didn't even dare to say the name of the seduction chain, as if if he said it, the chain would fly to him and take him away.

Before Xiaopang could say anything else, Jiang Fuyuan spoke first: "That was given to us by Yama Luo."

The two ghosts were so shocked by her words that they were momentarily speechless.

A gift from the Lord of Hell!What a great honor this is!
"You have also seen that although we are not ghosts, we are old friends with the people in the underworld." Jiang Fuyuan slowly walked up to the two ghosts and said coolly, "Whatever I ask you next, you all have to do it." Answer truthfully, otherwise..."

When the two ghosts heard this, they kowtowed as if they were pounding garlic. Because the ghosts' necks were too soft, their chins hit their backs directly when they nodded, making a clicking sound.

Jiang Fuyuan: "...turn your heads back first."

Nodding down her back again and again, she felt goosebumps even though she had seen too many ghosts.

The two ghosts obediently obeyed, returned to their normal appearance and stood in front of Jiang Fuyuan with their hands down, waiting for her question.

Jiang Fuyuan: "Who asked you to offer incense to Immortal Fuyuan?"

The tall and thin ghost: "No one, it was my second uncle who said that Immortal Fuyuan can help ghosts practice. As long as we believe in the Immortal, sooner or later we ghosts can also become immortals."

Jiang Fuyuan frowned slightly: "Who is your second uncle?"

Mentioning his second uncle, the tall and lanky ghost straightened his back a little, and said proudly: "My second uncle is an inquisitor in the ghost world. He has first-hand information on everything, and he keeps it true."

Jiang Fuyuan: "...Is there such a ghost in the ghost world? Where did he hear such unorthodox news?"

Seeing that she didn't believe it, the tall and lanky ghost emphasized in a loud voice: "My second uncle said that people who believe in the Immortal Lord can become immortals. It has been spread outside for a long time. Bozhou, Mianzhou, Huaizhou... our Jingzhou is too far away. , not many ghosts know this."

Thinking of what he had done, he lowered his voice again and straightened his back: "I just want to take this opportunity to make a little money before the news spreads... My parents left early. , and there are no descendants in the family who can burn paper..."

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. He couldn't help crying: "I can't even eat a bite of the New Year's sacrifices, so I just want to get some money to exchange for some sacrifices with other ghosts..."

The ghost cries silently, and ordinary people cannot hear it. They can only feel the temperature around them drop a few points.

Zhu Wenyan, who was next door, shivered: "Master Zhong, is it windy? Why do I feel so cold?"

Zhong Lianfeng, who had received the golden light of merit, was not affected by the ghost cry and shook his head indifferently: "Is it an illusion? Mr. Zhu, go on, what flowers did you send to Mrs. Zhu? I'll note it down."

Zhu Wenyan: "... Mr. Zhong is really diligent and studious."

Also unaffected was Jiang Fuyuan, who only felt noisy.

"Stop crying." She frowned and scolded coldly, "Isn't it just a paper ingot? I'll give it to you."

What she lacks most is paper ingots.

After saying that, she took out a piece of silver foil paper from the basket where the incense candles were placed, folded it in twos and threes to form a white and fat silver ingot, and then lit it on the oil lamp. In the blink of an eye, a piece of silver ingot of excellent quality and heavy weight disappeared out of thin air. Appeared and fell directly on the head of the lanky ghost.

The tall and lanky ghost was dumbfounded. He didn't make an ouch until he was hit on the head by a silver ingot and quickly reached out to catch it.

Holding the heavy silver ingot, he said in disbelief: "This, is this really for me?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "I burned it for you, can I still get it back?"

Ignoring the tall and thin ghost's repeated thanks, she continued to ask: "As far as I know, many houses in Jingzhou have Fuyuan Immortal worshiped in their backyards. Why did you choose this one?"

The tall and thin ghost replied honestly: "I have actually visited every one of them. After shopping around, I feel that this one has the largest and most magnificent immortal statue, and the effect of worshiping it will definitely be the best." God damn, I did some shopping around. .Jiang Fuyuan was speechless. She didn't expect that the root cause of the haunting in Zhu's Mansion was that the golden statue enshrined in their family seemed to be the most valuable.

Find the cause and the next step is to solve it.

She can't let the ghosts burn incense for her in the Zhu Mansion. Over time, the yin energy brought by the ghost pilgrims will accumulate in large amounts, which is quite detrimental to the health of everyone in the Zhu Mansion.

After Jiang Fuyuan thought for a moment, he made a decision.

She looked at the lanky ghost and said slowly, "Do you still want to make money?"

The lanky guy: "Of course I do."

"Okay." Jiang Fuyuan nodded, "From today on, you are the evangelist of Immortal Fuyuan. Every month I will burn ten paper ingots for you as a salary."

Slender Ghost:?

He was in a daze: "What does the evangelist... do?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "You are responsible for publicizing the deeds of Immortal Fuyuan to all the ghosts in Jingzhou, and guiding them to offer incense to Immortal Fuyuan, but the location of the incense must be changed."

When the time comes, just find a remote, empty yard at home, put a statue of the god, and use it exclusively for ghost pilgrims.

Unified management will prevent future incidents of ghost pilgrims disturbing residents in other backyards.

The tall and thin ghost nodded as if understanding, and then asked: "What about incense and candles? We ghosts can't buy these..."

Jiang Fuyuan waved his hand: "I will have people prepare incense, candles, etc. You don't have to worry about this, just go and promote it."

Promoting something was not a chore, and since he could receive ten high-quality gold ingots in a month, the tall and thin ghost agreed with satisfaction.

The pudgy ghost on the side became more and more greedy as he listened, and couldn't help but interject: "Xian, Xiangu, I also want to be a preacher..."

Anyway, he originally planned to become a disciple of Immortal Fu Yuan. Now if he can become a messenger Dangdang, wouldn't it be a sure profit?
Jiang Fuyuan glanced at him and said indifferently: "That's okay, then he will be the Evangelist No. [-], and you will be the Evangelist..."

The short, fat ghost answered smoothly: "No. [-]?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "No. [-]."

Humpty Dumpty:?

Is the fairy aunt not very good at arithmetic?But does the fact that No. [-] is in front of No. [-] mean that he has a higher official position?
After thinking about it in his mind, the pudgy ghost immediately happily agreed to be the evangelist number zero.

Afterwards, Jiang Fuyuan burned five paper ingots for each of them as advance salary, and waved them away to wait for her notification.

After solving the ghost pilgrim incident, she and Zhong Lifeng left Zhu Mansion.

The moonlight was cold and silent at midnight, and the two of them walked slowly on the stone road.

Seeing the two people's shadows entangled and separated in the moonlight, Jiang Fuyuan raised her little fingers and scratched the palms of each other's hands: "You just said thank you, Master Zhu, for your advice. What did he teach you?"

Zhong Lianfeng chuckled and said: "I wish you a lot of knowledge, young master. I have taught you a lot."

Jiang Fuyuan exclaimed: "I have learned so much, but I wonder if my wife still has the spare energy to learn a few more words?"

Zhong Lianfeng turned his head to look at her, his eyes softer than the moonlight.

Jiang Fuyuan pursed her lips and smiled: "Let's learn how to lie awake at night and argue."

Under the same bright moon, in Jiufeng Taoist Palace in Jingzhou, Chi Xinsu was also experiencing the feeling of being unable to sleep at night.

As soon as he arrived at the Dao Palace today, he was secretly summoned by the current Holy Emperor, his biological father.

When he deliberately concealed certain information and recounted the whole story of the Bozhou incident, he heard the words he least wanted to hear.

"Three days later, there will be a banquet in the palace to honor the people who suppressed the demons in Bozhou this time. The one who goes with you is Mu Cizhan? Let her come too."

(End of this chapter)