The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 19: With the Emperor's Bell by my side, Cui Jue misled me

Lang Jiuchuan, who didn't know that he was a pitiful man, opened the small bag he brought with him. There was actually nothing inside, only a red box.

When she climbed up from the pile of corpses and walked out of the forest that day, the servants of the Lang family had been looking for her everywhere. When they saw her, they stuffed her into the carriage without saying a word and told her to return to Beijing immediately to be a filial son and a good grandson. However, she was in poor health and insisted on going back to the house to pack some things, otherwise she would jump out of the carriage. The servants had no choice but to agree to her.

Time was running out, so she didn't take anything. She just took the red box based on her desire and wrapped it up with a piece of coarse cloth.

The box was plain, without even a single carving, just a layer of red lacquer. Lang Jiuchuan did not open it because it belonged to the original owner. She picked up a delicate, small and antique copper bell from the bag, which was hers.

It is only the size of a baby's palm, with a broken handle in the shape of a mountain. It is bright copper in color, and has countless runes engraved on the copper body. When it shakes, it seems as if invisible golden evil spirit is flowing.

She moved her mind, pinched the handle of the bell and gently bumped it. The bell made a jingle sound, the sound was clear and ethereal, and golden air waves spread out. Everyone in the yard, big and small, shuddered and looked at each other.

"Did you hear it?"

"It sounds like a ringtone?"

The two sisters took a look at the boudoir, then buried their heads in their work. They let out a breath at the same time, and their bodies felt lighter, as if the fatigue of the past few days had disappeared in an instant.

Lang Jiuchuan also felt the subtle feeling brought by the ringing of the bell, and felt comfortable all over.

This is the Emperor Bell, a great Taoist instrument, known as the vibrating magic bell, revered by gods and ghosts. In addition to intimidating gods and ghosts, it can calm the soul and focus the mind if used properly.

Her body was too damaged, and until it was repaired, it had to be well protected to prevent it from being taken over by those blind demons.

The remaining body is also a body, it is her host, so it must be carefully cared for.

There is a small hole on the trident on top of the Emperor Bell, through which passes a white whisk tail as thin as a hair. It is said that the tail was torn from the whisk of Taishang Laojun, and even the fire of hell cannot cut it. It has supreme Taoist meaning and is extremely precious.

Lang Jiuchuan tied the imperial bell to the hemp rope around his waist. The imperial bell hung down, but because her palm was long, it looked like a pendant for pressing down on the collar, which made her smile.

With the Emperor's bell by your side, no ghosts dare to approach you. What a great virtue!
Then, she picked up another object in the bag, which was a jade bone talisman pen. It was purple in color, with an inscription engraved on the pen body and a small broom-like brush at the end of the pen.

The judge's innate talisman pen points at the book of life and death, judges cause and effect, reverses injustice, and determines justice.

To put it simply, for example, if someone uses evil magic to change his fate, with one stroke of the pen, the already reversed balance will return to its original position.

What a great baby that saves time and is easy to use!
Lang Jiuchuan unceremoniously poked her palm with the pen, and blood gushed out. With a thought, the talisman pen in her hand flashed with golden light, sank into her palm and disappeared. With another thought, it appeared in her palm again.

"It's considered as compensation for this broken body you found for me." Lang Jiuchuan tapped the talisman pen contentedly, then pressed the emperor bell hanging around his waist. Then he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes peacefully.

Little did she know that the underworld was in turmoil.

The judge was catching several ghost officials to track down the whereabouts of his talisman pen, but found nothing. He finally got the sense of it, and just when he was about to recall it, he lost the sense in an instant, and then he felt a sharp pain in his spirit platform.

His talisman pen has been claimed by someone!

Who, who did it?
The judge quickly took out the spare talisman pen, which was a smaller version of the jade bone talisman pen. With one stroke, the water mirror appeared, and he saw the truth about the missing talisman pen. It was when he left the unlucky Lang Jiuchuan in the grave and ran away, the other party pretended to pull at his clothes and said she was reluctant to let him go, but in fact, the hand had already taken away the pen stuck in his waist. She even picked up a finger bone from the ground and transformed it into a cheap one for him to take back.

Angry!

There is such a shameless and quick-handed person in the world.

"This bitch!" The judge was so angry that he wanted to rush out of the ghost gate to settle the score with her, but was stopped by a group of ghost officials who tried to persuade him. Even Old Xie and Old Fan, who had received the news, came.

It is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away. Be patient for a while so that the underworld can be peaceful. Don't provoke the devil who was sent back to the world of the living with great difficulty.

The judge was angry: "It turns out that you were not the ones whose magic weapon was taken away, so you are standing here and talking without any worries."

"Old Cui, let's not talk about other things. She came to your life and death book every few days to make comments and even scribbled on it. Who was the one who worked hard to clean up the mess? Wasn't it you, Old Cui?" Old Xie looked at his colleague's hairline that was moving back and becoming much thinner, and said with sympathy, "Your hair is also hair, so please be kind to it."

"Sacrifice the small self for the greater good. Lord Yama said that you will be credited for your merit." Lao Fan also said, "Don't mention that you lost your talisman pen. That person even lost his Emperor Bell, and he didn't say a word."

The judge was shocked: "Is she getting scared?"

I don’t know whether it’s because of hair or not, but anyway, the boss doesn’t dare to touch her, so she should know what’s good for her. It’s just a innate talisman pen, so it’s okay for her to use it with a small account.

The judge frowned. Who is this demon king?

Lang Jiuchuan woke up from her sleep. A day and a night had passed. She looked at the curtain above her head with her mind a little confused. What had she forgotten?
There was a noise outside, the sound of Daman and Xiaoman, and a head popped out from behind the screen in the room to look around.

Lang Jiuchuan turned his head, Xiaoman screamed, then ran over and said, "Girl, you're awake."

Dama heard the noise and followed in with a slightly relaxed expression. This woman slept for a whole day and night without waking up, and even her sleeping position did not change. She was so quiet that it seemed as if she had died. If her chest had not risen and fallen slightly, one would have thought she was dead.

"What time is it?" Lang Jiuchuan sat up.

Daman replied, "It is already three quarters past the hour of Mao. If the young lady doesn't wake up, the servants will have to wake her up."

"Young lady, you have to get up quickly. The old man's coffin will be sealed today, and all the masters in the mansion must be present." Xiaoman also said, "Someone came from the eldest young lady's side and said that the coffin will be sealed at 2:45 pm."

In Dan State, funerals usually last for seven days, and the coffin is sealed on the third day after the funeral ceremony. This is also to prevent someone from being sealed in a state of suspended animation. Now, it has been three days since the old man passed away, and it is time to seal the coffin.

After the funeral is held seven days later, the men in the mansion will escort the soul back to the hometown for burial. Once the funeral is completed, the mourning period will begin.

When Lang Jiuchuan thought about this process, she suddenly felt that the situation was not good. If she had to observe mourning, she could not go out. If she did not go out, how would she have the opportunity to do the merit and repair required for her broken body? Wouldn't this be even less free than when she was in Zhuangzi?
Damn it! It turns out that she is not entering a rich canary's nest, but a sparrow's cage that is flashy but empty!

Lang Jiuchuan pounded the bed angrily: "This fellow Cui Jue has misled me!"

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　　(End of this chapter)