After Becoming a Mountain God [Transmigration Book]

It's the funeral procession.

A group of men and women dressed in linen and filial piety, four men in short jackets carried a black lacquered coffin, two girls sprinkled paper money from bamboo baskets as they walked, a somewhat thin man with red eyes was holding a spiritual tablet, fell Stumbled to the front.

White silk dances wildly, and paper money fills the sky.

This group of people came from the road in the center of Daji, not worried about whether others would think it was bad luck. Two Wuding held sticks to clear the way, and many stall owners on the street were driven away by them, and the customers delayed the business. , Although these stall owners were angry, they kept silent, as if they were afraid of this group of people.

"Hiss..." The mason sighed, "...It turned out to be true, Zhi Niang is only double ten now, and she went, ah."

Ji Shi in front of the stall looked away, and asked with great interest, "Who is Zhiniang?"

"It's Li Tangshi, the young wife of the Li family who was going to be funeral today. When she married a few years ago, she was said to be a very lucky girl. Now it's only been a few years, and she passed away without any illness or disaster," the stonemason said. After sighing, he suddenly remembered why he put down the carving knife, and said quickly, "Guest, which object did you like? It doesn't matter if you don't like it, as long as you tell me what it looks like, I can carve it for you." Presentable."

"You are busy, let me take a look first." Ji Shi said, squatting directly in front of the booth, holding a stone sculpture in the shape of a green bamboo potted plant, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the funeral procession walking towards this side .

"Ah, guest," the stonemason greeted him, "come over to my stall, and the Li family's team will come over later, it's not good if you bump into it."

Ji Shi is as good as he is, squatting with the mason.

The funeral procession passed the stone carving booth, and the stonemason with the face of a sad uncle carved Qingyan with his hands and kept gossiping.

"Speaking of this weaver girl, there are well-known girls around Daji, and even in the whole of Dongling. She is dexterous and can spin linen, cotton or silk very well. She is also one of the best embroidery workers in our region. , when she was not married back then, the door of her in-law's house was trampled down by those who came and asked for it, but later she married the young master of the Li family who was a childhood sweetheart."

"Is she really that good at craftsmanship?"

"Needless to say, the Li family was originally the owner of the cloth shop. Since the Zhiniang married, the Li family cloth shop has flourished. They have also begun to sell a kind of red silk. There is only one piece a month. It is said that the Zhiniang spun it herself. Yes, some of the merchants who come to grab the red silk at the beginning of each month come from the Immortal City of the Central Plains."

"Oh?" Ji Yi raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

"Guest, you are from a big place, so you may not like it, but I also went to see it when Zhiniang got married. The wedding dress is so red. I really didn't expect to be able to dye the silk so red. My daughter got married. It would be great if I could make such a red wedding dress for her sometime, but I can't save money for a mason."

"How much does the red silk cost?"

"How much? My guest, you are joking. Last month, the Lijiabu Zhuang auctioned, and the final winner paid out one gold."

A tael of silver is enough for an ordinary family to live for a year. If it can be sold for a gold, then the red silk is probably really good.

He looked really good too.

Ji Shi glanced at the only bright red shadow in the plain white that went away, thinking silently.

At least the color is really vibrant.

Looking away, Ji Shi stood up.

"Boss, can you sell me what you carved?"

"Hey, this..." The stonemason hesitated, "...the carving is not finished yet."

"It doesn't matter," Ji Shi said, "Boss, take your time, don't worry, I will discuss it with you when I come back from shopping around."

After finishing speaking, Ji Shi glanced at the half-formed stone carving of a weaver girl in the hands of the mason, said hello and left.

Ji Shi ate lunch at the mason's house at noon that day, and the mountain god said that his family's offerings were very good.

And... It's great to finally be able to eat after having a body.

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Throughout the afternoon, Ji Shi sat behind the stall with the mason, talking without saying a word.

The passers-by and the stall owners around him frequently cast surprised glances at him, wondering how such a man would appear in this place, but the stonemason, who had already been relieved, chatted happily with him and expressed his desire to Ji Shi Learning to carve also showed a welcoming attitude, and took his own carving knife and discarded stones for Ji Shi to practice.

Of course, Ji Shi also knew that the stonemason just regarded him as a rich man who wanted to play with him, and teaching him didn't count as much effort.

But these guidelines are enough. Looking for the spirituality in the stone, as a mountain god, Ji Shi is better than a mortal stonemason.

So when Ji Shi took out his first work in the evening, the stonemason found that although the novice carved the stone in strange shapes and could not see the original shape, it was still a bit cute at first glance.

This is naturally the effect of spirituality, Ji Shi just found out the way this stone most wants to exist.

As for what this strange-looking thing is, he himself doesn't know.

But Mason felt that Ji Yi was quite talented because of this, so he invited Ji Yi to have dinner with him again, but this time Ji Yi refused on the grounds of revisiting tomorrow.

He has work to do tonight.

How did you say that sentence before?The moonlight is just right, suitable for ghosts to go out.

In the morning, Ji Shi found out where Li's house was, and when the sun went down, he dug out the heart of the Taoist priest he had prepared earlier from the mustard seed bag, dressed up again, and put the mask of the Faceless God on his head at an angle— —Anyway, this would work, otherwise wearing a mask would be like declaring yourself a bad person—like a hat, and after all the preparations, Shi Shiran went to the Li family mourning hall.

Li's house was brightly lit tonight, and the man who was holding the coffin in the funeral procession before was kneeling in the mourning hall, looking sad.

This thin, pale man was the weaver's husband, the eldest young master of the Li family. He seemed to be deeply grieved because of his wife's death, and his body was also quite weak. Those who came and went to worship felt sorry for him.

After all, the business of Lijiabuzhuang is now supported by a woman named Weaver. Now that his wife has died, the business of Lijiabuzhuang will probably plummet.

It was almost three o'clock, when the guests left, only Young Master Li was still kneeling in the mourning hall, but suddenly a young man ran in and whispered in Young Master Li's ear.

I don't know what the boy said, but Young Master Li's stiff face showed joy, and the speed of his speech became a little faster.

He got up and patted the ashes on his knees, and said, "Quickly ask that Taoist priest to come in."

The servant soon led in a strangely dressed Daoist priest with a blank mask on his head.

The Taoist chief, of course, was Ji Shi in disguise. As soon as they met, he slapped Young Master Li, "The poor Taoist is polite."

"Taoist! Daoist, you don't have to be polite!" Young Master Li cupped his hands. He still had some knowledge. Looking at Ji Shi's rather young face, he said, "I don't know where you are practicing in Xianshan, Daoist?"

"When the surname was poor, he came from Yujing Mountain. He used to practice in Yuheng Road in his early years. Unfortunately, he was not talented enough. He didn't enter the inner sect, so he had to come out and become an outer disciple. However..." Ji Shi pretended to glance contemptuously at Young Master Li Qing Huang's face, "It's possible to take care of a few lonely ghosts who haven't practiced for 100 years."

"Hehe," Young Master Li smiled awkwardly, "The Daoist priest was just joking... where did this ghost come from?"

"No? I was kind enough to save you..." Ji Yi raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.

"Wait! Wait, Daoist!" Young Master Li hastily stopped him, and then waved his hand to signal the servant to back down.

He brought a stool for Ji Shi himself, served tea and snacks, and sat beside Ji Shi and sighed.

"The Taoist priest asked the disciples to tell me..."

"Oh, well, Pindao saw Mr. Li at the Daji this morning, and looked from a distance with the technique of observing the qi, and found that Mr. Li, you are covered in black mist, and your Yintang is black and red. It is a sign of blood, and it is from the I don’t know if Pindao is talking about the bloody omen of ghosts?”

Young Master Li held his teacup and did not speak, Ji Shi rolled his eyes, and said again: "As for what kind of ghost it came from... just such a group of people went to your house recently, it is easy to guess, but poor Taoist knows a little."

At this point, Ji Shi stopped talking. He picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly. He shook his head and savored it for a long time, and only said two words of evaluation.

"Good tea, good tea."

But how could Ji Shi know how to taste the quality of tea, he said casually, but Young Master Li was put off by his leisurely attitude, and asked, "What do you know?"

Ji Shi put down his teacup, lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, and said, "Your wife tortured herself to death with a pair of scissors, didn't she?"

Young Master Li's eyes widened, "How do you know?"

Ji Shi glanced to one side, a female ghost in red with a pair of scissors stuck in her heart was floating above the coffin, looking coldly at Young Master Li and Ji Shi himself, thinking that there is no need for inference, just looking at it He had to understand, but he said: "Mr. Li, don't ask how the poor Taoist knows, but just ask you, this ghost...to get rid of or not?"

"This..." Young Master Li hesitated again, "Zhi Niang has been in love with me for how many years, she heard that the ghost will be wiped out if she is expelled, dare to ask me..."

"Hmph," Ji Shi interrupted him, "She doesn't lose her soul, but you are the one who loses her soul."

"This... hey... I..."

Young Master Li's character doesn't seem to be decisive, he hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Daoist, can you do something to let Zhiniang rest in peace?"

When he said these words, Ji Shi heard the female ghost in red sneer, and saw her hanging behind Young Master Li, stretching out her hand to pinch Young Master Li's neck.

The female ghost sang sadly: "My heartbroken gentleman, to whom will you show your affection—"

The word "喵" dragged on for an extremely long time, and at the end, it turned a corner, turning into a shrill scream. The white man in the mourning hall moved without wind, and Young Master Li felt a chill running down his neck and covering his whole body. Almost froze him to death.

Before Ji Shi could make a move to throw away the red-clothed female ghost, a paper talisman suddenly shot out of thin air, protecting Young Master Li.

An old man shouted from a distance: "Son, I have invited two immortal elders from the Taoist temple west of Daji, and I will definitely get rid of that lowly maidservant!"

Hearing this, Ji Shi frowned with a premonition, took a step back, and looked towards the door.

The first thing he saw was a certain white-haired priest who looked familiar.

Yan Bei returns.

The author has something to say: Xiaobei finally made his appearance, it was really not easy [Nineteen touched his chin and sighed [Being beaten]

as well as……

Because it was discovered by the book friends of "Tahao" and posted on the "Tahao" post bar, so I will explain it again

This article is not a fan. It only draws from "Tahao" in terms of cultivation level and the difference between the gods and immortals. The characters in "Tahao" should not appear

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