Chapter 147 Chapter 147
These ghost kings were so unethical that they helped him spread the word everywhere that these paper tributes were all from him, but they never mentioned a word about Yun Tu Tu.
Now, as soon as night falls, a circle of souls surround him. He doesn't fight these ghosts, but just follows them all the time, giving him a headache. He has to set up a formation just to have a chance to catch his breath.
Shifang looked at the villagers. There was doubt in their eyes. They did not believe what he said.
"Village chief, I can understand that our ancestors want tribute, but what does this have to do with my parents?"
Taoist Shifang was very angry because he didn't find the souls of his parents this time. He guessed that they were detained by the ancestors of this ancestral hall.
"You don't have to be nervous. Your parents are from our clan. Our ancestors won't harm them." Zhu Jianxi knew about this matter and his ancestors had forgiven him. "Look, you have prepared everything for outsiders. We don't ask for much..."
"I've explained to you dozens of times that those things are not mine," Taoist Master Shifang hadn't slept for many nights in a row. There were hundreds of ghosts quarreling at night and all kinds of harassment during the day. There was simply no way for him to survive.
Fortunately, I was able to contact Yuejie Flash Express again today. I hope Yun Tutu can come and save me from this dire situation.
"Then ask for it. What do you want? We must help our ancestors fulfill their wishes today no matter what." Seeing that soft tactics didn't work, Zhu Jianxi wanted to use hard tactics. He had to secure benefits for his ancestors today no matter what.
In the eyes of the villagers, Zhu Ping'an was holding a grudge against the entire village. After all, during the difficult days that followed, the villagers avoided their family because they were afraid that they would eventually rely on them to help support Ping'an.
This included Zhu Ping'an's own uncle and aunt, who even found excuses to escape from the village.
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that other ghost kings and wandering souls could get it, but their blood relatives lost.
Taoist Master Shifang was annoyed when he heard them calling Zhu Ping'an one by one, but now his parents were trapped in this ancestral hall, which was why he was unable to do anything.
Suddenly, the screen that had disappeared before lit up, which also meant that Yun Tutu was nearby.
Last time he had to use a lot of spells to pay off his debts to several ghost kings, but this time he wasn't going to do it in vain.
"I have already notified someone to deliver the goods, but you also know that it is impossible to find other Taoist priests to do this, so it must cost some price."
"How much do you want?" Zhu Jianxi had already prepared to bleed. His ancestors had been making a lot of trouble these days and the whole village was suffering.
"You can't afford what I want," Taoist Master Shifang knew that the villagers were blocking him here and wanted to force him. All he could really afford was just a little money, and money was the least important thing to those who practiced cultivation.
Just based on the talismans he drew for those wandering souls last time as collateral, the treasure locations they pointed out would be enough to keep him well-fed and well-dressed for the rest of his life.
“No money?” The people in Heping Village looked at each other. What else could they give?
Taoist Priest Shifang pointed at the beams of the ancestral hall and said, "Give me two beams, are you willing to give them up?"
This is the roof beam of the ancestral hall. If it is given away, the ancestral hall will have to be renovated again. It is not an easy task to start construction and break ground. No one dares to make the decision and agree to it.
Zhu Jianxi, "…What do you want this beam for?"
Shifang, "." is of course a challenge.
The beams of the ancestral hall have been here for nearly a thousand years. Could they be dismantled and used to build a house?
At this moment, a car horn sounded outside the door, "Master Shifang, your delivery has arrived."
Taoist Shifang's face lit up with joy. He really came. He quickly pushed aside the villagers who were blocking his way and came to the ancestral hall. "Yuntutu?"
It was a motorcycle before, how did it become a minivan? Is it possible to make money by delivering express delivery?
The last time the motorcycle was loaded with goods, a small number of ghosts had already turned the tables and become landlords.
Now I don't know how much I can exchange for the talismans I have stored during this period. If nothing works, I can only be a middleman. "Master Shifang, long time no see." Seeing so many people pouring out of the ancestral hall with Master Shifang, Yun Tutu waved and greeted them, "Hello to you too, sorry to bother you."
Taoist Shifang glanced at Zhang Yang, then turned his attention to Yun Tutu, "You changed the car quickly enough, let's go to the front and talk."
Taoist Master Shifang wanted to lead the people to his own shabby house, but Zhu Jianjun and the villagers followed closely behind him.
"Village chief, you don't have to be on guard against me. I won't run away," Taoist Shifang was helpless. This was a question of his character. "This is my friend. Are you asking me to entertain him in this ancestral hall?"
As soon as Yun Tutu arrived, she felt a tense atmosphere at the scene. She just pricked up her ears and listened, but didn't say much.
"It's okay. We're free these days anyway. Your house is already so shabby. We'll go over and help you clean it up." This time Zhu Jianxi didn't even need to speak. Several old people said enthusiastically.
"The front and back yards are full of weeds, and these young people are asking them to help you take care of them."
"You guys," Zhu Jianxi immediately pointed to a few guys, "go to the back of the ancestral hall and get your tools, and do a good job."
Taoist Priest Shifang had a sarcastic look on his face. It had been decades since he saw these people being so harmonious.
However, he would not stop them from doing things they were willing to do, because they were asking him for help, and he felt at ease thinking this way.
Taoist Master Shifang walked in front, and Yun Tutu and the others followed slowly in their car.
Zhang Yang looked at Taoist Shifang, who was wearing a Taoist robe, and asked, "Is this the object of exchange?"
Yuntutu, "Yes, just looking at these people, they should be his family, right?"
He also saw several faces similar to those of Taoist Priest Shifang. It turned out that joining Taoism did not mean becoming a monk.
"We brought a lot of food here. Can he eat it all?"
Yun Tutu, "I don't know about that, but don't worry, if he can't eat, we can ask him to help introduce something. He can stay here for a month at most and then go back."
Zhang Yang saw the adobe house that was about to collapse in front of him and said, "This broken house is his home?" Can people live in this place?
When they opened the car door, they found it was surrounded by weeds and there was a lot of gravel where they stepped.
"Let's talk inside," Taoist Shifang said calmly. A hundred years later, this house would surely become a wasteland, so for now he could just call it his home.
Just as he stretched out his hand to push open the door, it fell to the ground with a bang. Taoist Shifang was stunned for a moment, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."
As he was speaking, he let the people in. The villagers from Heping Village also wanted to follow in, but were stopped by Taoist Shifang with a look.
Zhu Jianxi stopped everyone and said, "Forget it, since we said we are here to clean up the yard, then let's clean up the yard."
This house is remote and villagers rarely come here. I had no idea that it had been ruined to this extent.
If we continue to grow the weeds like this, the house will probably be swallowed up in the future.
Yun Tutu was sure that there was no danger inside, so he followed. However, he did not expect that after entering the second door, he would find a completely different world inside.