After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 106: The Old Deng Family in Yuncheng

Song Miaozhu was confused by Cheng Ziyang's reply.

Did she say that?

No, when did she say that?

Song Miaozhu reacted and asked him back.

Cheng Zigui: That's what you said! If you do crafts related to the underworld for a long time, you'll be able to see ghosts!

[Meow Bamboo: I'm only talking about handicrafts! I don't necessarily mean handicrafts from the underworld! Hey! Let me tell you the truth, spiritual energy has revived. As long as you learn handicrafts to a certain level, you can gradually open your third eye!]

Song Miaozhu didn't keep him in suspense any longer and told him all the important information related to spiritual energy and cultivation.

[Meow Bamboo: Anyway, you can decide for yourself! Believe it or not.]

In the past, because she had a close relationship with the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau, she didn't want to talk about spiritual energy with irrelevant people casually and affect social stability, unless she truly trusted this person and he also trusted her.

Now I feel that my relationship with the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau is about to collapse because I refuse to cooperate, so I don’t bother to pay attention to it.

Why not use this information to make some connections? Maybe it can be of some use later?

Her little paper servants were hidden in other people's shops.

The news suddenly disclosed by Song Miaozhu shocked Cheng Ziyang, who always replied to messages immediately, so much that he couldn't type a single word for a long time.

Song Miaozhu had put down her phone when suddenly a green bubble video call popped up.

As soon as the call was connected, Cheng Ziyang's face appeared on the screen: "Master! My master said that he is old, his eyesight is not good, and he has some hearing problems. Especially when he goes out at night, his eyesight is blurry and he often sees double images and hears some non-existent sounds. Could it be that he has absorbed spiritual energy and his third eye has opened a little?"

"That's possible." Song Miaozhu said, "Let me see your master and I'll know."

Cheng Ziyang immediately turned the camera over, and an old man with almost completely white hair, but in good spirits, appeared on the screen:

"This is my master."

Song Miaozhu saw that the master's eyes were gleaming with a faint spiritual light. "It should be at the stage where the Cloudy Sky Eye hasn't fully opened yet. Has anyone from your local Spiritual Adjustment Bureau contacted you?"

"No." Cheng Ziyang said.

"Then you should learn from your master! Your master has real skills. There is nothing wrong with learning to make incense and candles. This skill will be useful when you are alive, and will be even more useful after you die." Song Miaozhu said.

She looked at the incense made by Master Cheng Ziyang, which was considered second-grade incense in the underworld.

Making incense and candles is much more complicated than making paper-made items.

In the underworld, the price of second-grade incense and candles is comparable to that of third-grade paper-made items.

The fragrance of Yin incense and candles is different from that of living people, and masters with good incense and candle making skills are even rarer.

This master looks very old. Although he is well dressed, the environment in which he makes incense shows that his living conditions were ordinary.

Perhaps his skills were not valued, his social status was relatively low, and few people knew him, so the Spiritual Investigation Bureau did not discover him.

"What do you mean it's more useful after death?" Cheng Ziyang shuddered.

Before Song Miaozhu could say anything, the master said, "What do you know, kid? We are doing this to accumulate merit! We have to suffer a little while we are alive, so that we can enjoy happiness after death!"

"That's what the old man said." Song Miaozhu said, "Only those of us in this business can earn a lot of money from our craft after death!"

The master squinted his eyes and looked at Song Miaozhu on the phone: "This girl looks a bit familiar!"

"Master! This is Master Song from Anshou Paper Shop in Yuanshan Ancient Town. He is very powerful and can even see ghosts!" said Cheng Ziyang.

"Anshou Paper Shop? Aunt Huaihua, um... who is Song Huaihua to you?" Song Miaozhu didn't expect her grandmother to have such a wide network of contacts. This master was from the neighboring Yuncheng, and he actually knew her grandmother. "It's my grandmother."

"Oh my! That's true! I'm from the Old Deng family in Sizhou Village next door in Yuncheng. I used to visit your place with my godfather when I was a kid!" The master said, "My godfather told me that your family makes the best paper-cutting in this area!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Song Miaozhu exchanged greetings with his master and found out that although his surname was Deng, he was not his father's biological son.

It was picked up from the water when the river was flooded.

At this time, the white candles made by Master Deng are quite similar to those made by Old Deng in the incense and candle shop next to Anshou Hall.

Could his godfather be Old Deng?

Unfortunately, Old Deng had already sold the shop and was in a hurry to be reincarnated.

Now Song Miaozhu relies on having a little paper servant watch the clock in the world of the living to control his time in the underworld.

Song Miaozhu didn't know Old Deng's name, and couldn't verify it.

Only after talking to Master Deng and Cheng Ziyang about the revival of spiritual energy did Song Miaozhu hang up the video call.

She then contacted Wu Zhuxiang and bought all the bamboo paper that Mr. Wu had recently made.

She plans to stock up on some spiritual paper.

Song Miaozhu has everything she needs now. She can use her spiritual power to solve the problems of food and drink, but she cannot lack any of this spiritual paper.

But Mr. Wu is alone and everything is done by hand. After such a long time, the amount of paper he has saved is less than half of what he bought last time.

Although the paper she bought last time has not been used up, Song Miaozhu still feels insecure and wants to find more channels to purchase spiritual paper and stock up more paper.

I would rather spend money on ghost money to buy more wooden racks to put the spirit paper there without using it, than to be in a situation where there is no paper to use one day.

Song Miaozhu clicked on a Douyin short video that she hadn't clicked on for a long time, wanting to see how the "Shiqiao single mother Dai Xiaojia" she had been following was doing.

When Song Miaozhu opened her homepage, she was shocked.

In just a few months, the number of fans skyrocketed to one million.

At this time, Song Miaozhu felt something was wrong.

I found her latest videos and sure enough, she was either doing housework or farm work with her two children, or doing live broadcasts.

Videos of making white paper are almost gone.

The only video with the white paper scene was from a month ago.

Judging from the movement of the spiritual energy in the picture, her skill in making white paper has not only not improved, but has declined.

Originally, it was just a matter of one step to absorb the spiritual energy, but now it was even further away.

It seems that she has really tasted the sweetness of being a short video blogger. She knows that the audience likes to see her difficult life, so she specially shoots these videos.

Although Song Miaozhu was a little disappointed, she could understand it.

How can the ten thousand yuan she spent on paper compare to the money she made by posting links in her live broadcast room to attract fans through short videos?
Dai Xiaojia still has two children to raise!

Just shooting those short videos of working, editing videos, taking care of children, and selling goods through live streaming is no easier than making white paper. Dai Xiaojia looks darker and thinner.

Song Miaozhu also saw some signs of illness in her recent videos, most obviously in the stomach.

If this continues, her body might not be able to hold on for much longer.

(End of this chapter)