The Demon Lord said he would not roll again

Jiang Zhao looked at the chickens and eggs in his hand, held the knife in his hand, glanced at the chicken in the yard, and let it live for a few more days. It would definitely be better to raise it for a few more days. eat.

Everyone in the village knew that Jiang Ping became a female Taoist priest under Jiang Zhao. In fact, no one, including Jiang Zhao, knew how Jiang Ping convinced her family.

Jiang Zhao told Jiang Ping that to do well in this business, you need to practice calligraphy well.

Jiang Ping said happily: "Master, despite my poor academic performance, my handwriting has won awards in school." She raised her head proudly, "The teachers all praise me for my writing talent. You Tell me what you want to write, and I’ll learn.”

Jiang Zhao asked her to write two, and found that they were true, so she gained more confidence in this female apprentice. Maybe he had really found a successor to the original mantle.

In order to test Jiang Ping's talent, he drew talisman and asked the other party to follow the drawing.

Jiang Ping couldn't finish the painting completely, but it was almost there. She just needed to become more proficient.

Jiang Zhao has determined that Jiang Ping does have some talent and is much more serious than before.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but in the afternoon of that day, someone came to Jiang Zhao's door, saying that the old man in his family had left, and asked him to go over to do the funeral.

Jiang Zhao asked Jiang Shichao to help look after the house, picked up the tools and took Jiang Ping there.

"Oh, I have to go to school tomorrow afternoon. It's a pity that I can't finish it."

Jiang Zhao was about to say that studying should not be put down, but Jiang Ping added: "But it doesn't matter, everyone will die. We can always meet him during the holidays, and then we can follow the whole process."

Jiang Zhao: "..."

"Jiang Ping, we are going to attend a funeral. Please pay attention to your emotions later."

Don't be sad, but don't act emotional either.

Jiang Ping suddenly changed her serious expression, as if something big had happened at home: "I understand, Master, I will respect the deceased wherever I go, and I will definitely satisfy the family."

Jiang Zhao: Maybe Jiang Ping is more suitable to be an actor?

Although everyone is acting, she seems to be self-taught?

"Master, I find that you seem to be a lot whiter."

Jiang Zhao frowned and heard Jiang Ping say: "She's paler than me."

Jiang Ping took out the Bagua Mirror and handed it to Jiang Zhao. She added with envy on her face: "Master, your skin has also improved."

Jiang Zhao took a look in the Bagua mirror and found that the skin of this body was much whiter and more delicate. He knew what was going on. There was no big mirror at home, and he didn't like looking in the mirror, so he didn't notice it.

Others didn't notice it for a while, and it was probably hard to detect the change every day.

"Master, did you use any skin care products?"

Jiang Zhao stuffed the Bagua mirror into his bag: "Why would I use those things? It's because I haven't been exposed to the sun recently."

Next, he needs to get more sun. How can a farmer be so white? It looks weird.

I won’t be so curious next time.

Chapter 37

"Jiang Ping, bring your bag over and show it to me."

"Master, what's wrong?" Jiang Ping asked doubtfully, but still handed the bag in her hand to Jiang Zhao, "Are you afraid that you forgot to bring something?"

Jiang Zhao responded and took the bag, going through the items inside one by one. He was relieved after confirming that these items were old and ordinary, and that they did not contain the power similar to spiritual energy. After checking the things, he sank into consciousness to understand the situation of this world.

Very good, this is indeed an ordinary world, nothing should happen. As a Taoist priest, he is really just an ordinary Taoist priest who helps people perform funerals, not the kind of Taoist priest who can communicate with the power of heaven and earth and see ghosts and gods.

The funeral here is a custom passed down from the past. It is just the mourning and reluctance of the living to the deceased, and the hope that this process can bring peace to the soul of the deceased.

In fact, everyone knows that these are of no use. In the final analysis, they allow the living to feel at ease.

The name of the old man who passed away this time was Zhang Chunfu. He had just passed his 77th birthday and was a native of Zhangjia Village, a neighboring village.

Zhangjiacun is not very far from here, it can be reached in an hour's walk.

When Jiang Zhao and the others arrived, the Zhang family was already a little lively.

The original body's father, Jiang Minglin, is very famous in the whole town. He used to take the original body with him when he helped people perform funerals, so the original body was considered famous. If something bad happens to any family now, if it is not particularly far away, they will usually come to find the original person.

"Director Jiang."

Jiang Zhao was recognized as soon as he walked into Zhang's house. A middle-aged man quickly walked up to him, bowed to him, then held his arm and said with red eyes: "I can walk, old man." It won’t be hard at all soon, but the hard work will be long.”

This is Zhang Chunfu’s eldest son Zhang Jianbo.

Jiang Zhao agreed and said, "You can buy any incense and candles. Remember to buy blank paper money. You know my rules. Use your own chisel to strike paper money."

When Jiang Zhao remembered this rule, he subconsciously felt something was wrong and was afraid that there would be something wrong with the money chisel. Later, he checked it several times and found that it was indeed a very ordinary money chisel.

Perhaps this is a rule handed down from our ancestors, so it's not strange.

"I know about this. I have asked the youngest to buy it. I reminded him three times. What he bought must be blank paper money." At this point, Zhang Jiabo lowered his voice and said, "Before my old man died, he specifically told me that he must find you to do his funeral. No matter what, I will listen to you. He has been a simple person all his life. It's rare for him to make some requests. We, the younger generation, will do it according to his wishes."

Jiang Zhao frowned. Before he died, he designated him to do this funeral. There won't be any problem, right?

He followed Zhang Jianbo into the mourning hall, which had been arranged.

Then he remembered that he had a new apprentice by his side, and said to the Zhang family, "This is Jiang Ping, my apprentice."

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