Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 120: So innocent and a god
The ghost young man followed Xiaopang and just drifted into the room where the god was enshrined. Suddenly, a feeling of comfort like a spring breeze hit his face.

Although the room where the shrine is enshrined is not large, it has bright windows and is clean. It can be seen that it is carefully cleaned every day.

The ghost young man quickly floated back to Jiang Fuyuan and thanked him: "Good believer, thank you, otherwise I would have missed today's appointment."

Jiang Fuyuan hummed and said to him lazily: "Go and burn incense, I'm leaving."

The ghost young man asked curiously: "Why don't you leave without burning incense? I heard that you usually have to queue up to offer incense to the Immortal..."

Jiang Fuyuan yawned greatly: "I am an envoy of God, so I don't have to queue up to offer incense."

After saying that, she waved her hand and turned back to the main courtyard to catch up on her sleep.

The ghost young man watched her go away and was so nervous that he rubbed his trouser legs: "She, is she the legendary envoy of Immortal Fu Yuan!"

Xiaopang nodded: "Yes, ours is a separate courtyard for the envoys of gods, so it is easiest for the immortals to hear you when you offer incense and pray to the immortals here."

He took three sticks of incense and handed them to the ghost young man: "Remember to tell your other ghost friends when you go back. If you want to burn incense, come here. Don't go to other people's houses to look for the immortal statue."

"Okay, okay." The ghost young man nodded repeatedly, then looked down at the three sticks of incense in his palm, a little unbelievable, "Did I touch the incense?"

Ordinary ghosts can only wander around in the world, unable to touch anything, and cannot interfere in human affairs.

When he heard that ghosts could offer incense to Fuyuan Immortal Lord, he thought that everyone was just using the saying to comfort themselves. In fact, he could only imitate a living person doing incense in front of the Immortal Lord's throne.

I didn’t expect it to be really fragrant!
Xiaopang blinked: "Yes, you died not long ago, right? As long as you are a believer of Fuyuan Immortal Lord, you can touch real incense candles."

So it turns out that he is indeed the Immortal Fuyuan who can help ghosts practice!
The ghost young man held incense in both hands, looked at the shrine in awe, and prayed devoutly.

"Fu Yuan Immortal, my name is Zhen Bai, and my home was in Baini Street, Jiudian, Jingzhou. I hope you will bless me to be reincarnated as soon as possible after arriving in the underworld, and continue to be a good sister to Jia Qing in the next life..."

As he rambled on, Xiaopang took the opportunity to classify and excerpt the wishes made by the believers in a booklet so that the master could check them in the future.

It's not a wish that is harmful to nature and goes against the will of nature. Jiang Fuyuan will choose whatever is pleasing to his eyes and help them realize it. After all, if you eat someone else's incense, you have to give something back, so that you can have more believers and more faith. Power.

"... Finally, I would like to ask the Immortal Lord to bless my uncle to wake up soon. He has been asleep for less than half a month. My aunt comes to my grave every day to cry and complain. I can't help, so I can only come for her. Please beg the Immortal Lord.”

Zhen Bai read softly for a while, finally finished all the words she had been saving for a long time, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Since it was really like a living person to burn incense, Zhen Bai felt that the next step should be to donate some incense money according to the procedure of a living person to show piety.

He turned around and asked the little fat man who put down his pen: "Excuse me, where is the merit box of Immortal Fuyuan?"

Xiaopang shook his head: "Our Immortal Lord doesn't pay attention to this. We don't have a merit box here."

This courtyard is specially used for ghost pilgrims. If you set up a merit box, you can only receive a bunch of paper money and ingots, which cannot be spent with real money. Keeping it will only take up space.

Jiang Fuyuan simply waved her hand, "We won't do this."

Hearing Xiaopang say that Fuyuan Immortal Master does not accept money for incense, Zhen Bai was shocked and at the same time in awe: "The Immortal Master is really noble and upright, and his scenery is as bright as the moon."

What an innocent god!

Leaving the Ke family courtyard with infinite respect for Immortal Fu Yuan, Zhen Bai drifted towards her own grave.

On the way home, he encountered many ghosts. Most of the ghosts stranded in Jingzhou were also from Jingzhou when they were alive, and several of them recognized him.

Seeing his energetic and majestic appearance, several ghosts he knew gathered together to murmur.

"Zhen Bai, what's going on?"

"You can't act like a ghost even if you become a ghost. Even if you are dead, just hold your head high and show your chest to no one."

"It's not like his sweetheart is dead and he wants to hang out in her grave, right?"

"Ha, I am a rabbit master when I am alive, and I will be a rabbit ghost when I die."

……

Their discussion was not quiet, and Zhen Bai could hear it clearly. He suddenly stopped, turned around and said to a few dead ghosts who were still talking: "You ghosts with no ghost qualities, you can't even give it to Fu Yuanxian." Not even qualified to offer incense."

Several ghosts looked at each other and continued muttering.

"Can you become stupid after you die?" "How can a ghost go to offer incense? It's just as good as others offering incense to you."

Zhen Bai was angry and shouted: "What I said is true! I just went to offer incense to Immortal Fu Yuan!"

His shout attracted several ghosts who were watching the fun. One of them asked curiously: "Did you really go to offer incense to Immortal Fu Yuan? I thought the recent rumors were caused by ghosts."

Several others also chimed in to discuss.

"I heard that Immortal Fuyuan can help ghosts become immortals. Is this true?"

"I don't know if I am an immortal or not, but I heard that Immortal Fuyuan is very powerful. When Black and White Wuchang comes, she has to bow to her."

"I also heard that with Immortal Fu Yuan's power behind him, beating up the great demon is as easy as chopping vegetables."

"You are so awesome, how can you offer incense to Immortal Fuyuan?"

……

As he talked, all the ghosts who were watching the excitement gathered around Zhen Bai, asking him to tell more about how to become the ghost pilgrim of Fuyuan Immortal Lord, while those ghosts who talked nonsense were pushed to the outside, and there were no more ghosts. Pay attention.

Ke Zhai.

After seeing Zhen Bai off, Xiaopang packed up his paper and pen, and handed over the remaining work of collecting the incense ashes to Adun, the evangelist No. [-], while he returned to the main courtyard to find Jiang Fuyuan to report the wishes of the ghost incense guests who had accumulated in recent days.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the courtyard, I saw Steamed Bun lying under the eaves, spreading his limbs and basking in the sun.

Seeing Little Fatty coming, Steamed Bun meowed lazily.

Fatty: "...You are really getting lazy. You would rather meow like a cat than speak. Do you still remember that you are a Pixiu?"

The steamed buns were spread out into a piece of cat cake. Gululu rolled around before opening his mouth. This time it was in normal human language: "It's not like you don't understand. Why do you have to ask me to speak in human language?"

Xiaopang sighed, walked to the steamed bun, sat down, and basked in the sun with him.

"I'm worried that you've been living like this for too long and have even forgotten to practice." He looked at his partner with some worry, "If you don't practice, how long will it take for you to become a real great Pixiu?"

Hearing what he said, Mantou suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It changed from lying down to sitting upright, licking its front paws covertly: "Huh, I don't have the good opportunity like you to enjoy the golden light of merit."

As it said this, it secretly glanced at the fat man with clear features from the corner of his eye.

Look, it’s different with the blessing of golden light. Even a ghost can bask in the sun.

I have to say, it is really jealous...

Xiaopang looked at the arrogant look that he envied but tried his best to hide in a funny way. He took the steamed bun's increasingly plump body into his arms and stroked it until it snored unconsciously.

"You have to fight for the opportunity. Next time, take the initiative and follow the master to benefit the people. Sooner or later, the golden light of merit will be your turn."

"Hululu... Who said... I... want... merit!" The steamed bun that was touched on the chin felt so comfortable that he could only speak intermittently, trying hard to support the little self-esteem of the mythical beast.

The next moment, the chubby little man's slightly cold hands touched behind its ears, along its spine to the tip of its tail, completely shattering its last bit of reserve.

"Hululu... hululu... I... I can barely... I can... I want it..."

It twisted its waist and turned its belly upward.

"Touch...my uncle...my belly!"

Ha, kittens still need to be petted.

The corners of the little fat lip raised, as it wished.

One ghost and one beast sat under the eaves, quietly guarding Jiang Fuyuan who was sleeping in the room.

The sun is just right.

(End of this chapter)