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

Real Gua Er just told the truth, but he was kicked out by the good-looking Hu 79 with a limp, kicking him with his mummified legs.

Before leaving home to record a program in Miaogan Mountain, Lan He was harassed by Hu 79 crazily, crying that she didn't want a cat villa, but a fox villa.

"Just think of this as the Fox Villa, isn't it? You don't see any difference. Don't be so formal." Lan He said.

Hu 79 lay on the floor and cried, "What's the difference between you and those who use wooden boxes to build the God of Wealth Building? One is a dog kennel and the other is a cat kennel. Don't I deserve a fox villa?"

It's not that it's not worth it, the main reason is that no one builds a fox villa.

Lan He simply ignored her and went to open the door, "I see if Song Futan is back."

——The magic weapon of Nanyun Temple has arrived in the capital, the magic sword will be sent to Song Futan, and his back cloud will also be handed over, and it will start work on an auspicious day and be buried deep under the bridge.

The handover of this thing is nothing, and there can't be any important ceremony, it was brought quietly, Song Futan went downstairs to get the magic sword, and didn't even intend to ask the monk to go upstairs for a drink.

Hu 79 was still limping, so he jumped forward, biting the hem of Lan He's clothes, hanging in the air, and swinging twice.

Lan He: "..."

Lan He wanted to bounce her away, but the chain on her hand moved, but it wasn't Song Futan who came back.

Outside the door, Lao Bai followed Lan He's extremely long chain and made some strange voices: "Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

At the end it was Lan He's hand. Lao Bai raised his head when he touched his hand, as if surprised: "Oh, who is this?"

Lan He: "..."

An unfilial son who asks for money is bound to be a demon.

Sure enough, Lao Bai smiled wickedly and said: "Isn't this Xiao Lai who we took the initiative to stay to be the underworld official? How about knowing the Yin Division now? Tsk tsk tsk, what a useful hook!"

Apparently, he had already heard the news from Miss Hu that Lan He wanted to continue working part-time, and his entire ghost trembled.

Lan He looked at him indifferently: "Well, how is it?"

Lao Bai folded his arms and said proudly: "How is it? I originally planned to terminate the contract, but you are going to renew the contract, and the contract renewal is not done casually."

Lan He turned around, took two steps, and the fox biting the hem of his clothes shook again, "Then I'll go to Yan San and ask him if there is still a shortage of manpower in the underworld."

Impermanence has chains, but not only Dongyue Yinsi has impermanence places.

Lao Bai slipped on his knees: "Father!! You misunderstood!!"

Lan He: "..."

Lao Bai: "Whoa, I'm just joking. In fact, I've been writing materials for you these days. After all, your behavior is very famous for promoting the Yin Division. I hope the higher authorities will reward you."

Miss Hu gave the furnace ash, but it was a reward offered by her on behalf of Miaogan Mountain, and she promised it early in the morning.

"Can you reward me with an extra soul-hunting rope?" Lan He asked, he still wanted to make a paper rope instead, it would be better if he had a ready-made one.

Laobai said: "I will mention it, but it's unlikely... But I will bring you the talisman water stirred by Wangchuan water, and sprinkle it on the chains you and Song Futan are connected with. As long as you don't use it, People can't see it, so it's more or less covering up your identity."

Although people in the world can't see this chained chain, the creatures of the underworld can see it. Lan He still thought about how to cover it up, and Lao Bai brought a solution. He immediately helped Lao Bai up, "It's just a joke to be a father."

Lao Bai: "..."

Lao Bai Neng Neng Neng stretched, "What about this Song Futan man, hey, I heard that, he volunteered to offer the magic weapon, what a pitiful..."

His back turned cold, and when he turned around, he saw a sword pointing at him, and the sword hadn't been drawn yet, but it exuded a chilling aura, and he stepped back a few steps, only to see Song Futan holding it in his hand. With the hilt of the sword, he raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

How can there be the slightest pitiful appearance.

Laobai cursed secretly, "Hahaha, come to deliver the talisman water."

Lao Bai retreated, and so did Hu 79. She was biting the corner of Lan He's clothes and refused to let it go, but now she opened her mouth, sat on the floor, and crawled back a few steps.

Lan He: "Let me take a look at this sword... Well, it's a good sword! That's what you usually say, right?"

The Dharma Sword of Nanyun Temple is said to be called the Changhong Sword.There is no gold inlaid with jewelry, but it is not simple under its simple appearance.

The Changhong Sword also came with a long bag. After all, it was an antique from the inside to the outside. Song Futan put it in the bag, and Lao Bai, who was so burned that he avoided it, dared to get closer.

The sword body is not particularly long, Lan He reckoned that if Song Futan went out with the sword like this, people would probably think he was holding a flute or something, which was quite deceptive.

"I have the Changhong Sword, and I have a Rinzai Cudgel." Lao Bai looked around, "Where is it? You'd better..."

"Here..." Lan He took out the stick half-wrapped in striped cloth, "Before my mother left, she tidied it up as well, saying it didn't look good."

In addition to the stick, his refrigerator, TV, kettle, etc. all have their own covers or sleeves.

Lao Bai: "..."

Lao Bai originally wanted to remind him that this can also be wrapped up, but now there is no need, "Anyway, take it easy..."

The recording of the last episode of "Yanjing Years" will go to Miaogan Mountain.

When Miaogan Mountain was at its peak, it was the number one place in the capital, and it was regarded as the center of social and religious beliefs in the capital. It declined later, and the number of tourists has slightly increased in recent years. Of course "Yanjing Years" is not here to record religious themes, that would be too superstitious.And to photograph the religious activities of Mount Miaogan, it is definitely the best time during the temple fair period, and it is not the temple fair season of Miaogan Mountain now.

It is more than 1000 meters above sea level. Peach and apricot blossoms are in full bloom in spring. It is also a good place for a spring outing. It is also one of the key points of Miaogan Mountain's recent development. The tourism industry is officially managed by the township government and the tourism company.

Miaogan Mountain is tens of kilometers away from the capital city. In the past, it took three or four days to go from the city to the top of the mountain to burn incense. Now the road is built directly to the top of the mountain.

Because Beiyun had already been handed over, not only Song Futan carried the sword with him, but Lan He also carried the Linji Cudgel with him.

Someone asked Lan He what it was, and Lan He said, "Alpenstock..."

"Hahaha, no, let's park the car in the village and climb up the ancient road. It takes three to four 10 minutes. You can't climb down here." The director joked with a smile, "You have never been to Miaogan Mountain Bar?"

I went up there once, last year I went up with Lao Bai to give gifts...

But that probably can't be counted, and there is no scenery to see in the dark, Lan He: "I haven't been there, but I can not only climb the mountain, but maybe I can defend myself."

The director laughed.

As for the bag Song Futan brought, because of his usual withdrawn appearance, he didn't even ask about it.

Before arriving at the ancient road, Song Futan wanted to record a commentary here.The program crew adjusted the machine, and the director reminded us not to take pictures of the temple on the top of the mountain. However, in similar religious places, there are always many taboos, just like the crew worshiping gods before starting the film. They dare not take more pictures of gods and Buddha statues. .

Although everyone in the program group now knows that Teacher Xuanguang has such a bad temper that he can lock Lan He in the car, but it has to be said that he, who is nicknamed the voice of the show, has a clear and charming voice, "In the past 400 years, Miaogan Mountain once attracted the attention of all classes in the capital, and now it is a suburb of Beijing..."

The old man in the mountain village watched for a long time with his hands behind his back, and said with emotion: "Bless the old lady, Miaogan Mountain is going to be prosperous!"

The program team took advantage of the opportunity to interview this passerby.

The old man tidied up his clothes, "The old saying goes, the ups and downs of the capital and the incense of Miaogan Mountain are connected—"

"I'm sorry, sir, let's not talk about incense or something, it's a bit superstitious." The director said.

The old man was puzzled: "Why did you say not to take pictures of the temple? It's disrespectful to the old lady."

The director laughed: "Please understand."

The old man clicked his tongue twice, "Okay, in the past we used to talk about incense, but now we talk about traveling! Anyway, as the old saying goes, if the Miaogan mountain is prosperous, the capital will prosper, and the country will prosper. .In those days, it declined for a period of time, and the sheds on the top of the mountain were all broken. Now it is healed, and many people come to travel. You see, Miaogan Mountain has flourished, and our capital and China have flourished..."

The director laughed twice: "It can also be said the other way around, because China has prospered, and Miaogan Mountain has also prospered, and everyone can travel in their spare time."

Lan He also smiled, the uncle's words can indeed be explained very scientifically.

After recording here, it is time to climb up, and just record a few more shots when it is almost there.

This ancient road is long and long, and a bunch of people from the program team are scattered everywhere. Lan He was originally walking with Chen Xingyu's siblings, holding his

"Trekking poles".

The director came over, pulled him to the side of the road, and said in a low voice, "Lan He, look, this is our last episode, if you feel unhappy, just stay here."

Lan He: "Huh?" He didn't understand what the director meant.

The director said: "It's you and Teacher Xuanguang, if you want to be unhappy, you can talk softly to him, you are also a junior..."

Lan He: "..."

Lan He said speechlessly: "We are not unhappy, the real director is very good."

"Okay, okay," the director didn't believe it at all, "Well, I have an energy drink here, can you give it to Teacher Xuanguang?"

He glanced back, Song Futan walked last, not because he couldn't move, but because he was still talking to Song Qiyun.

"Okay." Lan He thought to let this rumor end, so he walked back. The director watched him walk back to Teacher Xuanguang with relief, said something, handed out the drink, and continued with a sigh of relief. climbed up.

"The director insisted that we had a misunderstanding and asked me to deliver things." Lan He laughed and poked the stick on the steps. Not to mention, this Linji stick is also very useful as a trekking pole.

"Ouch, I'll go, your mother—"

There is a small sound passing by, sharp, gnashing of teeth, and so dissociated, it doesn't sound like a human voice anyway, and it seems to be covered by something.

Lan He was taken aback, "Did you hear that? The sound of cursing."

It's not just the sound, it's like being stared at by something weird.

Song Futan: "It seems there is."

"Stop poking, you are a terrible thing!"

Another sound came from under her feet. Lan He staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Song Futan gave her a hand.

"Could it be coming from here?" Lan He looked, the people in front were a little far away from them, and no one turned to pay attention to them, pondering, "Is this a goblin?"

The thing below yelled: "Who is a goblin! Me, me! You, Grandma Hu!"

Lan He: "...Pfft."

He remembered, the last time Miss Hu said that Hu Si's soul was sealed in the incense path of Miaogan Mountain, and if she was to be trampled by thousands of people, it was really under her feet?

When Hu Si heard him laugh, he became even angrier: "I curse you! I curse you every day!"

But her voice was weak and she was clearly suffering.

Lan He laughed and said, "I still have the strength to curse me, I don't know how to repent."

Hu Si: "Dog boy, I curse you all to the street, and you will be divided—"

So vicious!

Lan He took the Linji stick and knocked on the ground several times.The Linji stick was used by Master Fudo for many years to beat... No, it was used by his disciples. Hu Si couldn't stand it, and let out a weak scream, but he still persisted in cursing Lan He.

Lan He held up the Linji stick and threatened, "You're going to scold me again? This stick will wipe you out."

Hu Si was scared and shut up.

Lan He sneered, but heard a piercing cry: "No—"

The director almost crawled down, rushed in front of them, and stuck between the two of them, "What are you doing, Lan He, put down the stick!"

Song Futan: "..."

Lan He: "..."

Only then did Lan He realize that he had misunderstood again, "Director, no, I'll just move my hands." He originally wanted to hug the director on the spot, but he was afraid that the director would think it was too much, and he would be suspected even if he said that the relationship was good "Mr. Xuanguang has already drank the drink I gave, so it's all right."

Song Futan also nodded, held his drink and said, "It's nothing."

"Yes...I misunderstood?" Seeing their calm expressions, the director smiled sarcastically, still feeling lingering fear. After all, last time Teacher Xuanguang insisted that Lan He was fine, "You should go ahead with me."

He pulled Lan He up, and said to the other staff: "It's okay, everyone, don't look at it, don't look at it."

Even so, everyone's eyes were still a little strange, and when they were seen by Lan He, they immediately moved away as if nothing had happened.

Lan He returned to Chen Xingyang's side. Chen Xingyang patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion: "I'm telling you, it's absolutely over. It's going to be passed on to you two to upgrade the fighting."

Lan He: "..."

Lan He and Song Futan were intentionally or unintentionally arranged to separate Lan He and Song Futan because they were suspected of making a move.

I spend a lot of time on the road during the day, but actually only recorded a small part of the content. I live directly in the B&B in the village at night. There are many accommodations here to receive tourists.

The meal was also settled here. In order to dispel the rumors, Lan He deliberately refused the arrangement, and sat down with Song Futan to eat and chatted a few words.

The director's expression was complicated, and he really wanted to believe that the two of them met and smiled to end their grievances, but he also felt like Lan He was being tricked by the company to make up for the almost fight... Sigh, forget it, he tried his best, today It doesn't matter to him after that.

After eating, everyone chatted with the villagers to understand the situation here.

Chen Xingyang didn't pay attention, and Lan He disappeared. He thought he had gone to the bathroom, but he didn't care. He asked the old man in the village, "I was on the mountain during the day, and I saw an older goddess in one of the temples. There is also a black donkey in there, what is that?"

During his break, he walked into the temple by himself, and he knew all the Bixia Empress, Dongyue Emperor, Xishen, and Guanyin, but he didn't know this god.

Speaking of which, his older sister Chen Xingyu came here to beg for a son.Because of this, even if Chen Xingyu thinks the scenery here is good, he can't bring his son Miaomiao to play in the future, and he didn't bring him when he fulfilled his wish.This is an old rule, after all, the child was tied away from here, and the empress Bixia would take it back if she brought it with her.

The old man said "Oh": "That is Grandma Wang San, who believed in Bixia Empress all her life, and often rode a donkey to treat people everywhere, so after her death, she became a god in Miaogan Mountain, and ruled over the four great sects of fairy families in North China , but it is effective. Touch the hand of Third Grandma Wang, and all diseases will be gone; touch Grandma Wang’s feet, and all diseases will disappear..."

Chen Xingyang nodded, "Oh." It turned out to be a folk god, so he said why there are donkeys.

The old man: "My father used to cut firewood in the mountains, but he fell down and his legs were so swollen that he couldn't walk. A black donkey appeared in the mountains and was carried back by him. Afterwards, the donkey ate and left by itself. It is said that it is Grandma Wang's mount, and Grandma Wang's kindness has manifested!"

……

At the same time, Lan He sneaked out, chatted with Song Futan on the stone outside the village, and complained that the rumor was too ridiculous now, and it was useless to refute it several times.

While talking, Lan He fell silent, and Song Futan didn't speak.

Lan He found that there are quite a lot of stars today.

Song Futan found that Lan He was so cute tonight.

So when Lan He was about to turn around and tell Song Futan about this, Song Futan also told him what he had discovered, holding Lan He's face in one hand and kissing him.

Lan He: "..."

Song Futan hugged Lan He and leaned against the rock to look at the stars. He was so comfortable that the two of them even dozed off later.

In a daze, Lan He heard someone calling herself, and opened her eyes to see that she was a kind-hearted old lady, wearing a blue cloth dress, just like an ordinary and kind country old lady, but she always felt a little familiar.

"Son, you are the respected family of Bai Wu and Hu 79." The old lady said.

Lan He was shocked, how could she know?With one hand, he grasped the Linji stick.

Song Futan also sat up and put his hand on the sword.

"This is Miaogan Mountain, what are you afraid of?" the old lady smiled.

That's right, this is Miaogan Mountain...

But Lan He quickly realized, this Miaoganshan, who is that old lady?

"you are……!"

"Shh, there's no way to tell the truth—"

Lan He fell silent, and gradually realized that he and Song Futan were either in a dream, or had lost their souls.And the identity of the old lady, he also understood from the bottom of his heart.

The old lady said: "Since you have made offerings to the family immortals, you are considered my disciples. I saw you go up the mountain, and I came here to have a look, and I know that you are working hard for the things in the capital." She took out a blue cloth bag, opened it, and Inside is a seductive rope, "Are you missing one of these?"

Did they bring equipment?Lan He was overjoyed, "Thank you...Grandma! Why do you have the hook?"

Yinsi was so stingy that he refused to give him another one.

The old lady said: "I have some friendship with Xie Bi'an. This is what he used in the early years. It was originally given to me to tie the donkey. You can use it."

Lan He: "..."

...Okay, okay.

Lan He took the chain: "Thank you grandma, disciple! Is there any more?"

old lady:"……"

Lan He said cheekily: "My friend donated all the magical artifacts in order to renew the Feng Shui Bureau. We are in a terrible situation now, and the family immortals are too embarrassed to go out. If it weren't for the chain you gave me, I would have to take it away A bald mourning stick..."

The old lady couldn't laugh or cry: "Is this a mourning stick? Is it bald, or is it given by the bald man?"

The mourning stick is four feet and four inches long, wrapped in white cloth, and cut into fringes. Some Wuchang also hold this in their hands, but Lan He's stick is not the case at all.

Lan He chuckled and said, "It's almost the same, please do me a favor, or you can just settle this matter, since you know everything."

Since this grandma can still descend, with a wave of her hand, she can set up the game, and it will be done.

The old lady sighed: "It is still our dormant age, we have tried it before, but we will still be changed by this different age, just like you—"

She paused, "Gods depend on human spirits, there are some things that can only be resolved by the human world."

Lan He felt lost: "Do you still want to improve yourself?"

Song Futan shook his hand.

The old lady lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes: "But because of the compassion of the red lotus in the sick body, I will make an exception. You have also received the things of Buddhism, so I will pass on the secrets of the fairy family to him."

The old lady was still soft-hearted, and caressed Song Futan's thick palm with calluses, "The real book is not recognized by today's people, and my son taught ghosts to draw talismans. You two little dolls, one of you has the ability to burn paper and make utensils." Strength, the other I will teach the art of splitting characters into talismans, so it matches."

...Moved, grandma will also consider the issue of matching.

"How does it feel?" Lan He asked quickly.

Song Futan raised his hand: "I don't seem to feel anything."

The old lady laughed and said, "I'll know what it feels like when I look back, and I should go too." She turned around and came back within two steps, "Little baby, you also have to borrow something from grandma."

Lan He just took the equipment from the family, and she promised: "Grandma, you can say whatever you want!"

He thought to himself that grandma would also want Xiangta, but that shouldn't be a borrowed word...

The old lady hooked her fingers, and the little lame donkey No. 001 that Song Futan was carrying floated out, and it grew in the wind, turning into a big donkey with the Dongyue Yinsi brand on its neck.

The old lady rode up and said with a smile: "I remember that the cows and horses you gave us are very useful. In Yangshi's words, the quality control is very good. My donkey has gone wild, and its old arms and legs are inconvenient. Let me just borrow from you."

Lan He and Song Futan: "!!!"

Song Futan: "No, old lady, don't...!"

"Even if it's the token he folded, I don't want to go back on my word, I'll return it to you later," the old lady interrupted him with a playful smile, and slapped the donkey skillfully, "Hey ho ho, let's run!"

Lan He: "..."

Song Futan: "..."

The author has something to say: Save grandma!