The heavens start from Maoshan

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu lowered his voice: "Aunt Zhe is channeling and asking Mi."

Psychic, literally, is to invite the dead below to come up.

Asking rice is because when you are psychic, you have to put a bowl of rice in front of you, and recite something to the rice, it looks like you are asking a question about rice.

Of course, rice is definitely not going to answer the question.

What I'm really asking is the existence of the invited person, it's just that ordinary people can't see these things with the naked eye.

"Master, what do you mean by shooting back and forth?"

Wen Cai looked novel and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Ninth Uncle did not answer after hearing this, but looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng understands this kind of gaze too well. Isn't it like when a bad student asks a question in school, the teacher doesn't answer, but looks at the good student and gestures for the good student to answer.

"Knock knock knock, knock on the door of hell."

"Clap, clap, open the gates of hell."

Zhang Heng explained to Wen Cai in a low voice: "Those who can channel are all people who have someone down there. They have a good relationship with a certain Yin official, so they set up a contact signal."

"When you need to be psychic and ask rice, you will use this specific tapping and slapping method to send messages to the underworld officials below."

"After receiving the notice, the underworld officer will secretly bring people up from hell and let them come up to answer."

"After the event was completed, the pilgrims gave offerings and asked Mi Po to keep a part of it for himself, and the other part would be bought and burned in gold and silver ingots, and distributed to the yin officials."

Wen Cai was a little dumbfounded when he heard it: "Why is it like giving the jailer some favors and then the family members visit the prison?"

"Not like, but just."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Normally speaking, the undead who are imprisoned in the underworld will not let them return to the world again. This is not in compliance with the rules and will only make them miss Hongchen even more."

"However, ghosts change from human beings. Human beings have a human world, and ghosts have a ghost world. The same is true of food, clothing, housing, and transportation."

"So there are yin officials and shackles colluding with each other to earn extra money. As long as there are no mistakes, the judges above are willing to turn one eye, close one eye, and pay more filial piety."

"After all, many of these yin and yin officials below have died for hundreds of thousands of years."

"In the world of Yang, no one has worshipped them for a long time."

"As for the salary thing, everyone knows it, and no official will point to the salary to live."

"So this time, many friends, wouldn't there be more paths."

Ninth Uncle looked at Zhang Heng with great satisfaction.

speak up.

In terms of dealing with the underworld officials below, there is no one in Maoshan better than Jiu Shu.

Uncle Jiu is so good.

He was still alive, and he worked as a banker in the underworld.

The ninth uncle you think is good at catching ghosts, but in fact, he is even more powerful in terms of human relationships.

Ninth Uncle is not a Taoist priest, a bank executive, or a cat or a dog.

To put it in a bad way, today Uncle Ninth met a thousand-year-old ghost king, a corpse of gold and silver armor, a dry scorpion, and a fly, and one of them accidentally died.

The person who turned around was the general manager of Tiandi Bank. In minutes, he would be able to kill him with a bull-headed horse face. After death, he would be super fierce!

Count the entire Maoshan.

Besides Ninth Uncle, who else has this condition?

Even if you think about it with your toes, you know how powerful the general manager of the Underworld Bank must be.

The impermanence in the hall of impermanence, the generals in the hall of generals, the envoys of meritocracy, the ghost messengers in the 24 yamen, the gods of mourning, hangers, yakshas, ​​rakshasas...

One is counted as one, who would dare not give face to Jiu Shu.

"It's not a New Year's holiday, so what's the matter with me in such a hurry?"

A few minutes of effort.

Gu Gu suddenly sat up straight, and her tone of voice changed.

"Wife, I have something to ask you. You have been dead for several years. I was thinking about getting another wife, so I brought her to see you."

The man said attentively beside him.

"Junior Brother Zhang."

Listening to the conversation over there, Wen Cai was a little confused and asked Zhang Heng, "Are the people below so efficient in handling things, and they brought them up in a few minutes?"

"No."

Zhang Heng replied: "As the saying goes, one day in the sky, one year on the ground, one day on the ground, and one year underground."

"We're here for a few minutes, I'm afraid it's been a few days down here."

"Of course, how is time converted? Different hells have different time flow rates. The slow ones are the same as ours, and the fast ones can be hundreds or thousands of times faster. If you ask me, I can't tell."

Wen Cai smacked his tongue secretly: "It turns out that there are so many things to pay attention to!"

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief: "Junior brother, how did you know?"

"People don't learn, they don't understand."

"In my Maoshan Taoist book, there is a book called Zhou Clan Tongyou Ji. This Zhou Clan ancestor is a strange man. He has been to hell seven times, and he had a drink with the judge. It records many anecdotes in the underworld and how to deal with it."

"After being edited and edited by my ancestors in Maoshan, this book has become more and more extensive and profound. It is really a superior reading for you to go to prison. You can read it later."

Zhang Heng really admires Wencai's ignorance.

Could it be that this is the son's apprentice?

Qian Shui, son and apprentice of Qian Zhenren, studies cooking at home when he has nothing to do, and aspires to be the best...cook in Maoshan.

Not to mention Qiusheng and Wencai.

Zhang Heng is very curious about what the two of them will learn now.

Will it be possible to transcend the souls of the dead?

Will the soul be broken?

Wouldn't it be good to open a forum and be a prostitute?

Neither.

it is good.

Can the Great General Talisman be drawn?

Can the Ping An Zhen evil talisman be drawn?

Can the Six Animals Tranquillity Talisman be drawn?

Can Wealth Prosperity Talisman be drawn?

Can the Heavenly Master Slaying Ghost Talisman be drawn?

These are the most basic.

Upward Talisman, Divine Fire Talisman, Eight Determination Talisman, Raising God Talisman, Vajra Talisman, Divine Movement Talisman, Pointing to the Ground into Steel Talisman, Drawing the Ground into a Prison Talisman, let alone these.

"Stay away."

Noticing Zhang Heng's gaze, Ninth Uncle slapped Wen Cai on the back of his head.

Wen Cai didn't even know why he was beaten, so he couldn't stand by and feel wronged: "Master, did I make a mistake?"

"Missed?"

Uncle Jiu was angry: "I won't be able to eat your good fruit when I go back."

"what?"

Wen Cai pursed his lips and muttered in his mouth: "I knew I wouldn't come to eat Sanhuang chicken."

Chapter 74: Hammered to death with a pumpkin

"Junior sister, the Lingying on Yizhuang is frightened. I'll bring you here. You can take care of me for a few days."

After Aunt Cane asked rice, Jiu Shu brought Zhang Heng and the others together.

Hearing Jiu Shu's request.

Gu Gu patted her chest and assured: "Don't worry if you let me leave things, but I'm busy today, so I'm afraid I won't have time to accompany you."

"It's okay, business matters."

The ninth uncle responded first, and then introduced: "Junior sister, this is Zhang Heng, the disciple of Senior Brother Xu. You shouldn't have seen it before, right?"

"Zhang Heng, I have seen Uncle Shi."

Zhang Heng bowed his head and saluted.

"Senior Brother Xu's disciple?"

Aunt Cane glanced at Zhang Heng and snorted coldly, "Okay, I got it."

Attitude is slightly cold.

Zhang Heng stood aside and watched, and found that facing Uncle Jiu, Aunt Cane was very happy, as if the corners of her mouth had been smeared with honey.

To him, Aunt Cane didn't catch a cold very much.

"Don't think about it. When I was studying art on the mountain, Aunt Cane and your master didn't deal with it. They would fight each other every three days. There would be you without me."

"Although 30 to [-] years have passed, everything should be taken lightly, but there is so much truth to women as creatures."

Leaving the Niangniang Temple and sitting in the carriage.

Uncle Jiu saw Zhang Heng's doubts and explained a few words to him.

"With you without me, it's no wonder."

Zhang Heng thought it was a fire at the gate of the city, which brought disaster to the fish in the pond.

"Master, why is Aunt Cane being so kind to you?"

Wen Cai turned around and asked while driving.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he said happily: "When I was studying art on the mountain, I was known as the Taoist Lord of Jade Face. I don't look like Brother Xu. I look like... cough cough, don't mention it, don't mention it .”

After speaking, he secretly glanced at Zhang Heng with the corner of his eyes.

What should Zhang Hengneng do? Just pretend he didn't hear it. Could it be that he has to go back and ask?

Speechless all the way.

On the way, I found a time-honored shop on the side of the road and ate authentic Sanhuang Chicken.

The taste is not bad. It must be false to say that people swallow their tongues, but it is true that the trip is worthwhile. There is such a restaurant near my house, and it is worth driving for half an hour.

After eating the three yellow chicken, return to Yizhuang.

When I came back, it was very late.

Before electric light and television were invented, people usually went to bed early.

Ninth Uncle arranged a room for Zhang Heng, and after chatting with him for a while, he couldn't help but go back to his room sleepily.

"Lingying, Aunt Cane!"

In the room, Zhang Heng couldn't sleep: "Is this the beginning of the plot of "Mr. New Zombie"?"

the next day.

"Junior brother, you are meditating in your room, I thought you didn't get up."

At seven o'clock in the morning, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng pushed open the window with their heads and looked at Zhang Heng with a smile.

"I get up every day at dawn to practice qi. This habit has been around for more than half a year."

Zhang Heng didn't open his eyes, and asked indifferently, "Don't you two brothers need to practice Qi?"

"Let's go back and practice again, it's not that bad anyway."

As Qiusheng said, he winked and said again: "Junior brother, let's go, go out to play, master let us greet you well, how about I take you to steal bird eggs?"