After Getting A Job in the Nether World, I Became Famous

The ghost official in Tsing Yi was so angry that Lan He was so angry that he said angrily: "Whoever wants you to help build, who wants you!"

The ghosts watching were stealing their own interests, and they were all joking around.He stretched his face again—really stretched it to his chest, and cursed: "What do you look at, what do you look at! If you look at it again, you will go to the city of death!"

The ghost shadows dispersed after a whimper, not daring to watch the bustle anymore.But Lan He's name impermanence was remembered by them.

Lan He said slowly and nonchalantly: "It was you who first said that I was not worthy of going on the road. Why, can't you be kidding me?"

The ghost official in blue: "..."

Lan He did it on purpose, "Just kidding, don't mind, can I go now?"

Everyone's system is different, and the ghost official in Tsing Yi can't do anything about him. If he wants to sue him, he might be scolded. In fact, if he really calls his boss, he will solve Lan He's problem instead. Song Futan will not be able to find the hell Officials came to prove that he was a living soul.

The ghost official in Tsing Yi snorted, gave Lan He a sad look, turned his back and stopped talking.

The money-greedy ghost official looked around and smiled to smooth things over: "A few jokes, don't take it to heart. Brother, calm down..."

Before the ghost official in Tsing Yi groaned, he said to Lan He again: "Papa, please come back too."

Ghost official in blue: "..."

He turned his head and glared at his colleague, knowing that this guy must have done it on purpose.

Lan He couldn't help laughing, this ghost official has a strong position - it doesn't matter if you are from the underworld or the underworld, as long as you give me the money, you can be my father, he bowed his hand, "Thank you very much!"

……

Lan He and Song Futan led the donkey together and set foot on the long and muddy road to Huangquan.

"So... your office is not here?" Although Song Futan has left his soul many times, he has not died many times, so he doesn't understand the relationship between Yincao Difu and Dongyue Yinsi.

"In the Yin Division of Dongyue," although Lan He had never been to the Yin Division of Dongyue, "do you know where it is?"

Seeing Song Futan shaking his head, Lan He said again, "But you should know the relationship between the Town God's Temple and the underworld, right?"

Song Futan nodded: "The local government and the central government."

Every city has an underworld government, which is the Temple of the City God.Town God's Temple is also divided into grades. There are county town gods, state town gods, and government town gods, which roughly correspond to counties, cities, and provinces in Yangjian.The underworld is the headquarters, and the Youdu where it is located is the capital of the underworld.

Lan He: "Then Dongyue Yinsi is considered to be the last person in power, belonging to the Taoist system. This Yincao Difu has a Buddhist background. After it became powerful, Dongyue Yinsi was incorporated and merged and became one of the ten halls of the underworld. Because It has not yet fully integrated, and we still like to call ourselves the old name: Dongyue Yinsi. If we insist, it should be the "Seventh Hall".

"You see, because of historical issues, all those who have faith now, Taoists go to Dongyue, and Buddhists go to the underworld. If you die in the future, you probably won't go to our Dongyue Yinsi..."

Song Futan: "..."

When it came to death, I was suddenly a little dumbfounded, and a little disappointed.

Lan He didn't know what he was thinking, so he just pointed at the front of his head: "Hey, look what's there."

The way of coming and going is completely different, the ghost shadow overlaps when coming, and countless ghosts linger on it, but the way of leaving is so empty.So empty that Lan He could see at a glance that there was actually a store by the roadside.

"There is no guest house in Huangquan, whose house will you stay tonight?"

There should be no hotels on Huangquan Road, but somehow there is a restaurant, is it specially opened for ghost messengers?

Song Futan thought to himself, it seems that he seldom comes to the underworld, and he doesn't seem to be very familiar with the roads.

The restaurant looked the same as the one in Yangjian. There was a steamer and a cutting board at the door. The boss was chopping meat. When he saw them coming, he yelled: "There are meat buns just out of the oven, give away the meat buns!"

It means free.

The boss smiled at the two: "Do you want meat buns? Freshly steamed meat buns."

The boss smiled sincerely, but Song Futan and Lan He didn't dare to pick up the steamed buns.

After eating the food in the underworld, it is not impossible to go back, but it will come again soon-now it looks delicious, but in the underworld, it is a mass of putrefaction that has been left for too long. A stomach full of such things will not die. Go Half-Life.

"Are you really not going to eat? There is a long way to come back to life, how can you get through if you don't eat enough?" the boss urged.

"How do you know he's going to revive his soul?" Lan He asked suddenly.

The boss's eyes flickered, and he quickly said: "This, you are escorting, isn't it to revive the soul..."

That's not necessarily the case, what if it was taken to Dongyue Yinsi, Lan He looked at the boss suspiciously.This guy...wouldn't have been sent by the ghost official in Tsing Yi who held a grudge, right?

Anyway, from his professional point of view, the boss's play is a bit poor.Those who were not sent by the ghost officials did not have good intentions, maybe they were jealous that they could revive their souls.

The boss tried his best to maintain a smiling face: "There are also vegetable fillings..."

He deliberately took out a steamed bun from the steamer, held it in front of Song Futan, and said in a seductive tone, "Smell, smell it."

The fragrance was extremely alluring, but Song Futan took a cold look and was not affected at all.

He has lived for more than twenty years surrounded by ghosts, so how can he be tempted by a few meat buns with added ingredients.

Song Futan said: "Let's go."

The boss showed disappointment, why is he so determined...

"Wait," Lan He refused to leave, "Boss, let me ask you, can you sell meat alone?"

The boss was a little happy when he saw the turn of events, but he was secretly surprised because they seemed to have doubted him, so he said hesitantly: "Okay..."

Song Futan thought he was being confused, but when he looked carefully, his eyes were still clear.Do you want to eat it by yourself? Anyway, Yin Er is not afraid of these.

Lan He: "Then first you need ten catties of lean meat, finely chop it to make simmered meat, don't see any fat on it."

Song Futan: "..."

boss:"…………"

The boss almost knelt down, "My lord, I don't know how to cut this. I sell buns, so go find another place!"

"Wait, I promised just now, but I'm going back on it now," Lan He grabbed his collar, imitating the ghosts she had seen, and said fiercely, "Are you playing with me?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was really wrong, and I was also entrusted by ghosts." The boss saw Lan He's fierce eyes, and the fear in his soul, and he confided it all at once, "Don't dare to do it again next time." .”

"Then you can cut up all the meat I want." Lan He insisted, "In addition to ten catties of lean meat, there are also ten catties of fat meat and ten catties of gold cartilage, and they are all cut into simmered meat. Pack them separately and don't dip them separately. At one o'clock, send them all to that person, and tell him to make dumplings for him."

... Still can't escape, the boss nodded tearfully in fright: "Woooo, good..."

Lan He's fierce look subsided all of a sudden, and her acting skills were freely retractable: "Then you go."

The boss was startled, and then became even more frightened. This Dongyue is impermanent, so uncertain, and he doesn't know who he was before he was alive!

"Let's go." Lan He let out her anger and greeted Song Futan to continue on the road.

Song Futan smiled lightly and shook his head: "Looking at it this way, you are really a fierce general."

Lan He put her hips on her hips and laughed loudly: "It's easy to talk about."

After a while, there was a fork in the road ahead. Lan He looked carefully to identify it, but couldn't tell which way to go.

The road to Huangquan is difficult, but that is for ordinary dead souls.

Ke Lanhe is impermanent, he shouldn't have such a sense of loss, just like he wanted to go to Huangquan Road, walked over in three and a half steps, and naturally arrived at Huangquan Road.

"Haven't you received the dumpling stuffing yet? You're tormenting me again." Lan He murmured, "What a troublesome brat."

Song Futan looked at him.

Although he didn't speak, Lan He suddenly understood what he meant: "I'm not a brat, have you forgotten, what you said just now, I'm a strong general."

Song Futan laughed.

At this time, a thick and deep voice faintly came from the depths of one of the roads, melodious, "Dang——"

When Song Futan heard the bell, he said, "It's my family who's called their souls."

Lan He was overjoyed, "What kind of sound can be heard so far?"

Song Futan said: "The bell."

The lingering sound of the bell is very long.

Lan He didn't care about it for the time being, the two of them quickened their pace, followed the direction of the voice, and stepped into the world without knowing it, and their surroundings suddenly became clear.

It's just that it didn't appear in the Chenghuang Temple, but a crossroads, not far from the Juehui Temple.

"So it's the bell from Juehui Temple?" Lan He was stunned.

The tens of tons of ancient bell in Juehui Temple is known as the King of Bells. It has a history of 600 years. It is said that the sound can travel tens of miles at the farthest, and the end sound can last for more than 2 minutes.

It's just that Lan He didn't know that the sound of the bell could reach the quiet spring.

Xu Gui was still waiting for Lan He at the same place, and when he saw him coming, he quickly stepped forward: "Come on, my lord, you're back, are you going well?"

Song Futan heard Xu Gui calling him, and remembered that he also called himself Master Lai to Yincha before.I thought, was it called "come".

"It's going well." Lan He told Xu Gui to live near here to practice in the future, and he must go down every day - go to the underworld as soon as possible.

After all, Lan He looked at Song Futan, he should go back, and it was time to part again, the tense and lively atmosphere on Huangquan Road just now disappeared, "I still have to work, you can go back yourself, let The paper donkey takes you..."

It was actually still midnight at this time, but he had to get up early to put on makeup for filming, and the time was running out.

Song Futan looked lost: "Well, goodbye..."

Seeing him going away, Song Futan's eyes dimmed a little. It was nearly two months since we last said goodbye, and I don't know when we will see him again this time.

Just imagine, if it wasn't for the impermanence of the other party, it would be impossible for them to know each other if they were born at the ends of a hundred years ago.It's just because of this, they are separated by yin and yang, and they are not of the same kind.Even after his death, he didn't report to Dongyue Yinsi.

……

Song Qiyun helped Song Futan up, "Are you awake? Master Sikong said that this time was a bit dangerous, but fortunately Master Fudo rang the ancient clock himself to bring you back."

"En." Song Futan also simply said.

Song Qiyun hesitated to speak, always feeling that he was preoccupied.However, the son would never tell them what happened in the underworld, so it would be useless to ask.

Song Qiyun had no choice but to ask something else dryly: "The outline you wrote last time, the protagonist, that boy, did you name it? I'm still thinking about giving him a name..."

Song Futan interrupted him: "Call Xiaolai."

"Lan He? Lan He? She slept like she was dead."

Lan He turned over and saw Cheng Haidong muttering, and the alarm clock had been ringing for quite a while, "Why did you wake up?"

Generally speaking, Cheng Haidong would wait until the last moment.

"Woke me up a long time ago." Cheng Haidong yawned, "Didn't you hear the bell, I even scrolled through Weibo, talking about how the ancient clock rang."

"Oh." Lan He said hurriedly, "Maybe the monk misread the time."

"How is it possible? The ancient bells in Juehui Temple are six hundred years old. They can't be struck casually at ordinary times. They can only be struck three times during Chinese New Year. Generally, when people go to pray for blessings, they hit the ordinary bells provided by the temple. Tonight the sound is long and distant. , it can only be an ancient clock. But how can you read the time wrongly, it is not a year or a festival now. The bell ringing in the middle of the night is strange enough."

"Is that so..." Lan He really didn't know this rule. If so, then "he" has a good relationship with the monks of Juehui Temple, and he still has the rosary beads of eminent monks on his body.

Cheng Haidong still said mysteriously: "By the way, there are hundreds of scriptures and hundreds of thousands of characters engraved on this ancient clock, so when it rings, it is equivalent to reading all the scriptures once. It was first cast to save the souls of the dead. What do you say?" , Could it be that you were saving something last night?"

Lan He: "It's possible, it's possible."

Cheng Haidong lost interest when he heard his perfunctory tone.

……

During the day, Lan He and Chen Xingyang were acting opposite each other. Just after a break, Chen Xingyang's assistant came over and said, "Brother Yang, Sister Xingyu is here. I'll take her to the hotel."

"Okay." Chen Xingyang nodded, and then explained to Lan He who was looking at him curiously, "My sister has an appointment with Director Liu, so come over and play a cameo, and it will be an easter egg."

Chen Xingyu had just given birth and couldn't participate in the show, but because he also worked with Liu Chunyang, he agreed to come and play a cameo.

It turned out that Chen Xingyu was coming, and Lan He was looking forward to it. This was also his senior sister, and a senior actor whom Jia admired very much.

After a while, Chen Xingyu appeared, first shook hands with Liu Chunyang, and said wearily, "I'm sorry, the child has been crying and fell asleep just now."

The child is too young, and he is staying in the hotel with his father and Chen Xingyu's manager at the moment.

Chen Xingyang is more approachable and has many friends, but Chen Xingyu is not the same. He has never been very enthusiastic towards others, and he can even be said to be withdrawn. There are often news about who is ruthlessly hitting a wall with her.

Therefore, even though he looks similar to Chen Xingyang, he feels completely different.

Under Chen Xingyang's introduction, Lan He shook hands with her, feeling like she was about to freeze to death.

Liu Chunyang and Chen Xingyu exchanged pleasantries: "Your child still cries all the time? Looking at your previous Moments, you said that you haven't stopped since you were born. Isn't that an exaggeration?"

Chen Xingyu rubbed the center of his brows, "Yes, I cried for no reason. I asked all the doctors, but I couldn't coax her if she couldn't see the problem. My grandma said that crying for a hundred days will heal, but it's been a hundred days. Cry every day."

Liu Chunyang thought for a while and asked her: "Do you still wish to go to Miaogan Mountain?"

Lan He was sitting on the side with his eyes closed, but when he heard the word Miaogan Mountain, he pricked up his ears.

He has also been popularized by Lao Bai, and he knows that Miaogan Mountain can beg for a child, or in other words, any palace of Bixia Yuanjun can beg for a child.The most famous one is of course Taishan Qiuzi, which is also called "Shuan Doll", or "Ya Zi".

Since Liu Chunyang asked at this time, Chen Xingyu might have gone to beg for a son. The gossip news did not break out, only many times that Chen Xingyu was preparing for pregnancy.

Let’s talk about Shuan dolls more specifically. There are many dolls in the palace of the empress. They used to be clay dolls, but now there are plaster dolls, porcelain ones, and plastic ones.

Women seeking children burn incense and pray here, choose a doll, and the Taoist priests in the temple tie a red rope around the doll's neck, and a section of the red rope is tied with copper coins. Then you can hug the doll with a red cloth and let someone take it home, which is considered as the completion of the ceremony.

And if it really comes true in the future, I have to fulfill my wish and send the doll back.

Chen Xingyu said: "I paid it back...it has nothing to do with this, right?"

In fact, she didn't really believe in these things herself. She had been unable to conceive, and the elders in the family said it was effective, so she took it with her. Mount Tai is too far away, and Miaogan Mountain is quite famous in the capital area for seeking children.Therefore, she actually never thought that it would have anything to do with fulfilling the wish, and besides, she would not pay it back either.

"I only found out after asking, so why are you still crying?" Liu Chunyang also wondered, and suddenly thought of something, "How many times have you begged, and how many dolls have you returned?"

"Huh?" Chen Xingyu said, "I begged three times and returned one. The previous two were still at home, and I only took one. What, is there a problem?"

——I begged three times, but I can only beg three times, and the matter is no more than three.Anyone who goes to Bixia Yuanjun's temple to ask for a child, if he fails for three months, he can go again, and if he still fails after three times, he can't ask again.

Liu Chunyang patted his thigh, "Of course, you begged several times, and you will give birth in the end, so you have to return them all together."

Chen Xingyu said: "Why, I gave birth to one, why do I have to pay back three?"

Everyone: "..."

Liu Chunyang sweated wildly, and didn't know how to refute for a while, "This, this...the old rules are like this...wow, you are so stingy! You still have to worry about those two with your mother!"

Could it be that the empress is arguing with me? Chen Xingyu spread his hands: "I just said this. If this is the case, then I will return the remaining two someday. I hope it will be useful."

She yawned, this child gave both their husband and wife a headache, and they cried most of the time when they were awake, and there was no way to calm them down.

"Well, I really want to call it a day. I haven't seen Xiao Miaomiao for a long time, this little crybaby, I'm afraid it's not because there is too much water in his name that makes him cry so much." Chen Xingyang rubbed his hands.

Miaomiao is the baby name of Chen Xingyu's child, given by the Taoist priests of Miaogan Mountain. According to the custom, they write it on the red paper and take it away with the doll. They have to use it when they are successfully conceived.

"By the way." Chen Xingyang looked at Lan He, and said jokingly, "Don't go near my sister's room when you go back, the pigeon will be afraid of you, and turn around and scare my nephew!"

The author has something to say: Song Futan: I shed tears for my love