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Chapter 244 People Scare Ghosts

"Listening to an opera, really?"

The Tan Mansion suddenly became lively because of a piece of news.

Listening to opera is still the main form of entertainment, especially because opera performances will naturally attract many people to do small businesses, thus forming a market.

You can find stalls selling sugar figures, sugar paintings, magic tricks, gun and stick performances, etc., which are usually hard to come by in country markets.

When it is really lively, it is comparable to a temple fair.

This opera was jointly organized by the Tan family and the Zhu family, and the scale was quite large.

"Master said that the opera will be performed for seven consecutive days. If you want to go to the opera, please come to my place to make arrangements. No matter what, you can't delay the affairs of the mansion. Why don't you thank the master quickly?"

"Thank you, sir!"

The servants happily went to discuss their shifts. The work at the Tan Mansion was not tiring and it was not busy at ordinary times, so it was easy to find time to go for a stroll.

"Shanshan, aren't you going?" Jinhua took her small purse and said, "There must be a market during the opera performance. I want to buy a sugar figurine."

She noticed that Shanshan's face looked bad since this morning, so she took the initiative to ask.

"I'm not going." Shanshan forced a smile and shook her head.

She was feeling very nervous now, as she had just received news from her brother that he had brought people nearby, as if he was waiting for the right moment to take action, so she was anxious to avoid people.

Shanshan's life has been pretty good recently. She is only responsible for taking care of Mr. Tan. Since the three ladies are beautiful, her pretty looks are greatly diminished, so she doesn't have to worry about being noticed by the master.

It is more likely that because the master is young, rich, powerful and handsome, many young maids in the mansion are eager to find an opportunity to throw themselves on him, but Shanshan is scared to death when she sees Tan Wenjie because of her tasks.

Tan Wenjie had never hidden his abilities in front of her. He could walk through walls, burrow underground, had great strength, control fire, capture thunder, and occasionally even talk to the air. As a result, Shanshan would huddle in her bed and tremble when she slept at night, for fear that she would be targeted by some powerful creature in the mansion.

It was even more impossible to find a Taoist priest or a wizard to exorcise the evil spirits. In the most famous Zixia Temple in the area, Master Tan was the deputy head. When those wild Taoists and folks heard of Tan Wenjie's name, they said they couldn't afford to offend him and avoided him.

Jinhua was still very enthusiastic: "Is there anything you want? I will buy it for you."

Seeing that she was determined to help, Shanshan couldn't resist and said, "Just bring me a bunch of candied haws. Pick the ones with thick sugar coating. I'll pay you when I come back."

"Okay!"

There was nothing missing in the mansion, and they had no shortage of candied fruits and dried fruits, etc., as long as they followed the master and mistress.

Only when you earn money and spend it yourself can you enjoy the joy of consumption.

Jinhua and several other girls of similar age left hand in hand, chattering, wearing the winter clothes made for them by the Tan family.

She wore a goose yellow long skirt, a pair of fleece-covered cloth shoes, a sleeveless cotton waistcoat embroidered with plum blossoms, and a circle of white cashmere on the collar, which contrasted with the girls' rosy cheeks.

Makes them look very cute.

When she walked on the street, she didn't look like a maid, but rather like a lady from a wealthy family.

Ordinary people would not be willing to wear such good clothes.

Shanshan went back to her room and tidied up. Mr. Tan rarely stayed in the Tan Mansion except for practicing martial arts and coming home to sleep, so she became the most idle person in the Tan Mansion.

Shanshan left the Tan Mansion in a hurry.

At the same time, another person also came to the back door of the Tan Mansion.

The servant at the back door couldn't help laughing when he saw the person coming, "On the sixth day of the new year, you're here to look for Xiaoyu again?"

"Yes, please call Xiaoyu, I will go to the theater with her." Chuliu also gave the benefits he brought, "good wine from Jiuquan Town Winery."

"Wait, I'll help you find someone." After receiving the wine, the other party became much more talkative, but he kept his job in mind and refused to let the person in.

"Don't worry, I'll watch the door for you."

Chuliu stood at the back door as a guard, but after a long time he didn't see the other party come back, so he couldn't help but sneak into the Tan Mansion.

As soon as he entered the Tan Mansion, Chuliu's eyes were filled with amazement. When he was chatting with Abin and Xiaoyu, he heard them say that the Tan Mansion changed every day and the house was built big and beautiful.

Only when I sneaked in did I find that it was more than that. Marshal Xu's home was completely incomparable to this place.

After walking around, he got dizzy and lost because there were so many houses.

Suddenly, he heard someone talking in front of him. Chu Liu was delighted and wanted to ask for directions, but he heard a man inside whispering, "Where is the Tan family's money hidden? Have you found out?"

Chuliu was startled and immediately covered his mouth and curled up into a ball.

If a thief were to steal the money from the Tan residence, and if he were discovered, he would surely die if the thief wanted to kill him to silence him.

He thought to himself that there seemed to be no shortage of insolent people in the Tan Mansion, and it might be a good thing not to come in to work. Then he heard a woman say.

"Mr. Tan knows magic and can fly and hide, but forget it. Didn't you say before that there is a Mr. Huang who is extremely wealthy?"

"Mr. Huang? His son is stupid, and the Jiang family has declined and is not as good as the Tan family." The man said viciously, "I have arranged for people to kill several new brides of the Jiang family. After things here are done, I will take you to the Jiang family. Did the Tan family do anything to you? I wanted you to marry into the family at that time."

"No, he only treats me as a servant, and he only spends time with his three wives every day."

"Three? They say the Tan family has strong abilities. Wow, I didn't expect they are so powerful." The man said
The voices of the two people who were talking disappeared. Chuliu knew that the Tan Mansion was a place of trouble, so he decided to leave quickly and try to persuade Xiaoyu and Abin to go with him.

"The sixth day?" A familiar voice came from a distance.

Chuliu turned around and saw Xiaoyu wearing new clothes. She looked more beautiful than usual. Plus, she knew how to read and write, so at first glance she looked no different from a lady from a wealthy family.

"How did you get in? There are rules in the mansion. If you sneak in and get caught, you'll be in big trouble."

"I waited for you at the back door for a while. The gatekeeper, Old Sun, said he was going to look for you, but he never came back, so I came in to look for you." Chuliu and Xiaoyu walked to the back door together. "Doesn't the mansion allow others to come in?"

"Not really. If you are a family member, you can come in if you have an emergency, but you can't go to the main courtyard. The master won't say anything if you walk around the side courtyard."

Xiaoyu asked worriedly, "I saw that the direction you were coming from just now was the courtyard where the master and the ladies lived. You didn't go over there, did you?"

"No, I got lost. I just passed by but didn't go in!"

He really didn't go in, but he heard things he shouldn't have heard.

Chuliu was still hesitating whether or not to tell the Tan family about this. He was just an ordinary restaurant chef, and especially after experiencing the incident with Marshal Xu, he just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life.

After coming out of the Tan Mansion, the two went straight to the stage.

When we entered the makeshift stage, it was already surrounded by people in three layers inside and outside.

"Please make way! It's from the Tan Mansion, please make way!" Chuliu pushed forward. The people in front were reluctant at first, but when they heard that it was from the Tan Mansion, they turned their heads to take a look. When they saw the clothes on Xiaoyu, they immediately made way for her.

The two squeezed in the innermost.

I didn’t know what play was being performed, I just saw the people on stage doing somersaults very beautifully.

"Good!" People around applauded and cheered, and Chuliu followed suit.

He rolled his eyes and asked in confusion, "Why are there no people sitting in the first two rows?"

The first two rows of chairs were empty.

"Xiao Yu, let's go over and sit down!"

"No need, it's fine standing here." Xiaoyu resisted a little.

"Let's go!" Chuliu took her hand and walked forward.

Just as he was about to sit down, an old man smoking a pipe next to him said, "Young man, I advise you not to sit down."

"Why? Aren't empty seats meant for people to sit on?"

"This is not an ordinary play." The old man pointed at his feet, "Who said that only people can come to watch plays? If you sit on someone without following the rules, you will make them angry."

“It’s not that evil.” Chuliu turned his head and looked back.

Ghost? It's broad daylight now.

The old man shook his head and turned his gaze back to the stage.

Instead, it was Xiaoyu who was standing next to him who took the initiative to persuade him: "It's the sixth day of the new year, forget it, just watch from the side for a while, I still want to go out and buy something."

She believed in ghosts and gods more than Chuliu. Anyone who had lived in the Tan Mansion for a long time, unless they were blind or deaf, could feel something more or less. She was also responsible for raising chickens. Except for the five largest roosters that looked like birds of prey, the other roosters weighed more than ten kilograms. A normal chicken weighed only five or six kilograms, and chickens weighing ten kilograms were considered old chickens.

But the chicken at Tan Mansion is different.

The meat is delicious and grows fast.

Chuliu didn't insist, and approached the old man and asked, "Uncle, what's your name?"

"Just call me uncle."

"Uncle Sheng, what's the play on the stage?"

"The Eighteen Arhats capture Dapeng." Uncle Sheng puffed on his pipe, his eyes fixed on the stage.

"Oh." Chuliu was silent for a moment and then opened his mouth, "That uncle..."

Chuliu recalled the conversation he overheard in the Tan Mansion. First there was magic and now there are ghosts. They can't all be true.

"Go away, don't disturb me from watching the show."

"Oh."

Chuliu nodded, looked at the empty seats again, and found that an orange had been placed on the seats at some point.

He looked at him a few more times out of curiosity and then left after Xiaoyu reminded him. Only Uncle Sheng looked at him twice more.

"The forehead is dark."

After muttering to himself, Uncle Sheng cast his eyes towards the stage. He never dared to look at the two rows of empty chairs. There really were ghosts, they were all ghost messengers. Not only that, the two ghost messengers seemed to have very bad tempers. He just hoped that they would not fight, because the troupe could not stand it.

No! There was no way they would fight. He might as well worry about whether the people at the opposite entrance to the stage would go crazy and rush over.

He had seen many ghosts scaring people, but this was the first time he had seen a person scaring a ghost.

……

"It turns out that my second uncle has an ordinary face." Zhu Dachang grabbed a handful of dried fruits and stuffed them into his mouth.

There was an old man called Uncle in the opera troupe invited this time, who looked very similar to my second uncle.

"Your father-in-law and your second uncle look very similar." Zhu Dachang said.

Tan Wenjie thought to himself, you are a super look-alike, and you still have the nerve to complain about others.

As expected, handsome guys always have their own unique characteristics, while ordinary faces all look the same.

"Brother Jie, are Second Uncle and the others going to fight?"

"It's best to fight."

It seems that today's show is prepared for Second Uncle, but in fact they are supporting Second Uncle. If that ghost bird spirit really dares to attack, they can "fight back in self-defense" and they are not afraid of competing in connections.

The reason they can get along well is that they are willing to support each other.

"Brother Jie, don't keep staring at that bird-headed ghost. He's already trembling with fear."

"Is it obvious?" Tan Wenjie wiped the machete in his hand.

Zhu Dachang glanced at the things placed next to Tan Wenjie.

Black tiger flag, thunder pattern cymbals, Taiyi divine bow, gold coin five thunder talisman, etc.

Then nodded.

“It’s a bit obvious.”

It's more than obvious, you look like a mad lion about to pounce.

Because they were facing the entire audience at the backstage entrance, the thing in Tan Wenjie's hand was not much different from the things on the stage, so no one cared.

He grabbed the knife and swung it in the air a few times, then waved the command flag.

"How many times do you think the ghost messenger will have to slash before his soul flies away?"

“How about deep fried dough?”

"I prefer to chop down from the top of the head, splitting the whole body in the middle."

The bird ghosts and the ghost messengers were trembling with fear.

He didn't watch the Eighteen Arhats capture Dapeng because his attention was drawn to Tan Wenjie the whole time.

The knife was filled with evil spirit, the command flag had a divine feel, and there was a strong aura of thunder magic.

Very scared.

"Master Zhu." The bird ghost looked at his second uncle, "I suddenly remembered that I have another errand to do. I'll leave now."

The second uncle tried to persuade him to stay: "Eat an orange before you go."

"No, no!"

The bird ghost got up and left with a group of ghost officers. Is it still daytime outside? Ghost officers also have to work during the day, and many people die during the day.

People care about the ways of the world, but life is only a few decades long, so there are always people who don't care about them.

The underworld is different. Although it has not escaped the Five Elements and is still within the Three Realms, it has at least escaped the suffering of reincarnation. No one can get rid of the network of human relationships built over decades or hundreds of years.

Unless he can really control the situation, the ghost catcher will not take the initiative to cause trouble for people. People with bare feet are not afraid of those wearing shoes, especially those who are barefoot like Tan Wenjie.

Why bother to turn against him? If you can't beat him, you'll be terrified. But if you do, you'll just have a boss parachuted in for you to make things difficult for you.

The second uncle came in front of Tan Wenjie, just as Tan Wenjie picked up a machete.

"Evil disciple, what are you doing!"

"Hey Master, look at my knife, is it nice-looking?" Tan Wenjie put away the knife.

This is the bad thing about being a ghost: your weaknesses are too obvious.

Most of my second uncle’s previous Taoist magic and spells were wasted.

"The bird ghost will definitely behave himself from now on. I won't come back. If anything happens, I will come to you in my dreams."

At the beginning, Tan Wenjie helped Zhu Dachang, and he couldn't bear to waste Tan Wenjie's talent to become a wild Taoist priest, so he accepted him as his disciple. Tan Wenjie's growth to his current level in a short period of time has little to do with him.

I didn't expect that today I would be able to borrow the power of my apprentice. The conflicts caused by the personnel transfer in the underworld were quietly resolved because of Tan Wenjie.

"Who was that bird ghost hanging out with just now?" Tan Wenjie asked, "I'll be more careful next time."

"President Lu."

"Master, what about you?"

"I am a ghost messenger from the underworld. Of course I follow King Yama, but for now I am following Pan Cui."

"understood."

Cui Pan, is he the one in charge of the Book of Life and Death?

"Master..."

The second uncle shook his head: "Don't even think about it! The last incident didn't cause much trouble. Don't even think about touching the things of the underworld again."

Tan Wenjie shook his head regretfully. Good things can be obtained by spending money, and magic weapons are different from other things in that they can be brought into the [Secret Realm]. He was unwilling to give them up.

"Master, you misunderstood me." Tan Wenjie emphasized.

"I definitely didn't misunderstand you." Second Uncle emphasized, "I have already dealt with the tail of those four ghost messengers and helped them get a lucrative job with little work. In the future, even if you want to pay ghosts to do something for you, you must be more cautious and don't contact them again."

"I understand. I can just give you the money directly."

Now he has direct contacts in the underworld, unlike before when he couldn't find the right way even if he spent money.

"You know nothing!" After all, the second uncle was still worried about his disciple, "What else do you want to buy?"

He decided to help keep an eye on it himself, but he always felt that as long as there was a chance, his apprentice would not let go of things like the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen easily.

He is the master of jinx, not the master of bad luck, but the master of lawlessness, another Monkey King.

"The more magic weapons, the better, Master. Anything that no one wants, waste materials or anything like that will do."

Upgrading magic weapons also requires consumables.

"This is not difficult to buy." Second Uncle nodded slightly.

He didn't ask his apprentice what he was going to do. From spending money to buy zombies and ghost killers to buying magic weapons, although he couldn't understand it, the fact that his apprentice's strength had been improving showed that his efforts were not in vain.

"Burn some money for me." The second uncle gritted his teeth and said, "I'll see if I can move around."

"No problem!" Tan Wenjie nodded. "Is 20 taels of silver enough?"

You only make profits and never lose. Making money is like a snowball. You will only make more and more, and faster and faster.

"20?" Second Uncle's eyes widened. "I can even give gifts to the ghost messengers around the Seventh and Eighth Masters."

"Can 50 yuan help you get in touch with the seven or eight masters?" Tan Wenjie drew inferences from one example.

"Five million is not enough!" Second Uncle thought for a while, "But if you can really come up with 500 taels, I can try to use my connections to find the ancestors and get a higher position."

"I'll give you 30!" Instead of bargaining down, Tan Wenjie took the initiative to raise the price.

The second uncle's eyes widened. He had tried hard to understand how rich his evil disciple was, but he found that his imagination was not bold enough.

He is the richest man in the three towns surrounding Tanjia Town, within a radius of a hundred miles, as well as the obviously richer Renjia Town.

How much money do you have? Spend it faster than you earn it.

Tan Wenjie said earnestly: "Master, you have to work hard too. I'm making money to support you behind the scenes, but you have to stand up for yourself and become a judge or something."

"It's not that easy for a judge!" Second Uncle saw that Tan Wenjie was about to speak again and immediately said, "Don't even mention the extra money!"

Having a rich disciple who hopes to become a successful master is really a happy trouble.

Second Uncle held his head high when he left.

When he was alive, he could only rely on his seniority to be respected, but he did not expect that after his death, he would be pushed by his own apprentice to embark on a career in politics.

"Master, don't forget to help me collect the waste!"

"Can't forget!"

Second uncle waved his hand.

What evil disciple? This is my good disciple!

　Tomorrow's 10,000 words

　　
　
(End of this chapter)