The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 270 To appease a child, you still need external things.

Fengya sighed as he unwrapped the cloth.

The ghost was extremely uneasy. He looked at the ghost general as if to say, "You're so smart, tell me quickly, what did I do wrong?"

The ghost general glared at him with a hint of exasperation and warned, "Fool, you've been tricked by that person."

clichés?

A Piao was stunned and immediately recalled how she had been tricked when Lang Jiuchuan handed over this thing.

She took out the item and asked me to hand it over to the Pavilion Master for safekeeping. I naturally accepted it, only asking what it was, without saying a word about whether it could be used.

If it were an outsider, he would probably kick them out. Who do you think you are? You think you can just let my master keep it safe? You're so arrogant!

But Lang Jiuchuan wasn't an outsider; she was his master's little nemesis, so he accepted, accepted, accepted...

She's not stupid; given her attitude, she probably already guessed what was going on.

Ah Piao turned pale, knelt down, and said with a face full of shame, "Master, Ah Piao deserves to die."

Fengya had already untied the cloth, revealing the Imperial Seal of the State. He paused for a moment, then smiled.

Really...

Cause and effect are truly a wonderful thing.

He looked at the ghost and said, "Alright, get up. You were no match for this little rascal, it's normal for you to fall for her tricks."

A Piao stood up and tentatively asked, "Master, do you really know her? Then do you know where she came from? You don't know, her background is so bizarre and dramatic. I'm really looking forward to finding out the truth. If you knew, then..."

Fengya said, "She should figure out all the right and wrong, cause and effect herself. Once she understands it, she will be able to live a more enlightened life."

Hearing the coldness in that tone, the ghost immediately fell silent.

"She has always wanted to see her master."

Fengya turned around and looked at the seven-colored lotus soul-nourishing lamp: "The time is not right." He paused and then said, "One stick of incense and you've been bribed to speak up for her?"

The ghost was startled and quickly took out the incense stick and handed it over, saying, "I dare not."

“Just take it. She’s used to this kind of thing.” Fengya said, “Although she’s a fool, she’s a woman of her word. If you help her, she’ll get her share of the benefits. She values ​​cause and effect.”

Ah Piao happily put it away again, saying, "Don't worry, Master. Ah Piao will be more careful in the future and won't let her trick me into telling me anything again."

Dealing with Lang Jiuchuan, who has eight hundred schemes in his mind, seems to require a lot of caution.

"She has already sensed something, it's alright, you may go."

A-Piao bowed respectfully, turned and left. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Fengya turn around, revealing what he had been hiding.

That lotus lantern, that ethereal soul.

His pupils contracted, and before he could see clearly, Fengya swung his sword and sent him flying.

Fengya lowered his head and stroked the Imperial Seal of the State. For some unknown reason, a playful smile appeared on his lips, and he snorted coldly.

He placed the Imperial Seal of the State under the lotus lamp stand, and the auspicious energy surged up the lamp stand and then fell into the soul inside the lamp.

"What good are all your scheming? You can't outsmart fate. What you took from it will be returned to you. Just wait and see." Fengya looked at the Imperial Seal of the State, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

The ghost general handed over the incense sticks and asked, "Master, would you like to light these incense sticks?"

"Light one. Take one and keep it for yourself, it's a good thing." Fengya glanced back, his eyes warming slightly, as if he were thinking of the past, when someone had received something good and proudly presented it to him.

His slender fingers brushed over the incense, as if reminiscing. The ghost quietly retreated.

……

Lang Jiuchuan took Fu Qi back to the Wanshipu shop. There was some noise in the two courtyards behind it. When asked, they found out that the Zhuang family was packing their luggage.

She found a side room, set up Fu Qi's memorial tablet, and placed another box of incense inside, saying, "There are two sticks of merit incense inside, for use during cultivation, and you can also burn soul incense on ordinary days. I've finished making the paper body, and I'll send it to you later. Once the spirit is lit, you can walk among mortals."

Fu Qi bowed solemnly and said, "Come with me."

Lang Jiuchuan was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask anything and followed him out.

Fu Qi led her to another room in the back courtyard. Lang Jiuchuan saw the few little ghosts guarding the door, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Fu Qi: "Are you imitating ghosts, treating Wan Shi Pu as a ghost shop? Zhuang Quan Hai and the others haven't moved out yet."

Fu Qi explained, "I didn't let them wander around. I also appeared in Zhuang Quan Hai's dream, telling them not to come into this house, or they'll face the consequences. These are a few little ghosts I hired; just burn some paper money, candles, incense, and wine for them later."

Lang Jiuchuan looked at the group of kids and said, "Alright, wait over there."

The group of little devils quickly cupped their hands in thanks: "Thank you, Celestial Master. We have guarded the place well and we guarantee that not a single one of you dared to come and spy."

Lang Jiuchuan raised an eyebrow.

She pushed open the door and walked in, then stopped abruptly, her eyes widening in surprise.

Good heavens, has she stumbled into a treasure trove?
There were more than a dozen boxes, several of which contained gleaming gold and silver. Several other boxes were open, containing treasure chests, while others were haphazardly arranged with various jewels, ornaments, and jade. Two boxes contained scrolls and ancient books.

In the past, she casually unfurled a scroll painting, a landscape ink painting, full of spirit, named "Looking at the Mountain," a work by the famous painter "Looking at the Mountain."

Lang Jiuchuan's heart pounded as he looked at the ancient books, including scores for the zither, chess, and other musical instruments, as well as rare and unique items.

She walked to the jewelry box, picked up a camphor wood box at random, opened it and saw that inside were thumb-sized South Sea pearls, each one round and very crystal clear, as well as smaller seal beads, which were perfect for making beaded bracelets.

Needless to say, the gold and silver were all of excellent quality.

The things in this house must be priceless.

"Whose grave are you digging up?" Lang Jiuchuan said, "Ill-gotten gains are not easy to take."

Fu Qi immediately said, “These are mine. We military officers don’t actually receive much salary, but we can accumulate good things as long as we win battles. Besides what’s on the surface, I also have some hidden, for future plans or unforeseen circumstances. I had three treasure troves in total, but the other two are gone. Only this one is hidden under an old ruin that hasn’t been dug up. So I asked the Five Ghosts to bring them back.”

Lang Jiuchuan understood what the five little devils outside were up to.

He learned the Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth technique very quickly.

"Please help the souls of my Fu family army. I haven't paid you yet, but I'm here now, so please accept this as a token of my gratitude." Fu Qi spread his hands, very generously, "This is yours."

Lang Jiuchuan rubbed his hands together: "How could I possibly accept this?"

Is she about to make a fortune?

“Money is just an external thing. I have no descendants, and I will be cultivating the path of ghosts in the future, so there is no use in keeping it.”

Lang Jiuchuan smiled and patted his hand: "Don't worry, my ghost won't mistreat you. There will be plenty of that soul incense."

Yes, he gave too much; I need to give him more in return.

Fu Qi laughed too. Now he was acting like a child, able to laugh heartily. Excellent. It seems that these external things are what you need to coax a child.

"Miss? We have a guest." Zhuang Quan Hai's voice rang out from outside.

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