Chapter 152 Chapter 152
As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Tutu felt that the weather around him was getting colder and colder. It was only early autumn, but it was almost as harsh as winter.

But they didn't dare to be hard on their own bodies. Yun Tutu took out two down jackets and the two sisters wrapped themselves tightly. If they were not afraid that the scene would be too ugly, they would have wanted to get out two cups of hot tea.

Her actions did not attract the attention of the humans and ghosts, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Taoist Master Shifang.

The people in Heping Village actually had some doubts. Could these people really be ghosts impersonating their ancestors?
Taoist Master Shifang was right about one thing: it is impossible for ancestors not to bless their descendants.

"We are not here to play tricks on you," the leading soul continued, "We heard that you have something good that can help us manifest in the underworld. Instead of giving it to others, it would be better to give it to our own family.

Our lives in the underworld are easy, and of course we can bless you too.

In the future, if someone in our family dies, they won’t be wandering in the underworld, helpless and alone.”

Who wants to die when they can live? This old ancestor's words are too unpleasant to hear. Is it fake? This is the common voice of all the people in Heping Village.

Yun Tutu was imagining... "The love-hate relationship between my ancestors and me", "My ancestors hope that I will die soon and take over the property"...

Zhang Yang's mind was full of questions: Will the IQ of a ghost be lowered?

Taoist Master Shifang, "I know what you want to do here, but I don't know if you are real ancestors or fake ancestors. If you want the good things in my hands, you can..."

The souls that were originally standing densely together suddenly became crowded, and they rushed forward, all wanting to be in front of Taoist Priest Shifang first.

"But it's not like I don't have any requirements. Things can't be given away for free."

"Unfilial descendants, we are your ancestors"

"Then you have to prove that you are my ancestor first," Taoist Master Shifang showed disdain. He only recognized his parents and did not recognize any ancestors.
Yun Tutu gave a thumbs up. This is simply the essence of a certain line of work. How can this be proved? Is he faking his death?
Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing and quickly covered his mouth.

"Since you know I have good stuff here, you should have inquired about the market price. There are also my parents' souls. Bring them here first, and then we can talk about other things."

These souls all breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed there was still hope.

The leading souls huddled together and discussed for a long time before nodding in agreement, "We can bring your parents here, but we are your ancestors. You should pay us a tribute according to the standards of the ghost kings, and we will be responsible for your safety in the future."

Yun Tutu understood that the man just wanted to get something for nothing, and he was very mean and controlled other people's parents.

This person is not an ancestor at all; he is simply an enemy.

"Then there is nothing to discuss." A few talismans appeared in Taoist Shifang's hands. "Even if you don't send my parents here, I can still find them, but your fate may not be certain."

The souls shrank back one after another. The pressure from the spell made them wish they could return to their own nests.

He looked so timid, yet he dared to threaten a Taoist priest. He really thought he was omnipotent. Yun Tutu glanced at the van. Yes, all the cameras were working, but he didn't know if he could capture the picture.

"Looking at these ghosts, they don't seem that scary," Zhang Yang whispered, "Their IQs don't seem very high. Do you think death will affect their IQs?" Yun Tutu thought for a moment and shook his head, "It's not very clear, but it shouldn't have a big impact.

Look at these so-called ancestors. Judging from their clothes, they should be ordinary people with low education. They even have a few braids. In ancient times, there was a strategy of keeping the people ignorant, which not only made people passive and dependent in their thinking, but also weakened their critical thinking ability to a certain extent.

This kind of small-scale peasant mentality is also prone to the phenomenon that poor and bad places produce unruly people, and their death will not bring about any major changes. "

Zhang Yang, "Fortunately, there are no ghosts in our plane. There may be some, but they are not as arrogant as here.

It's only been a short while since sunset, and they dare to show up so blatantly, and they even want to confront a powerful Taoist priest. They are really ignorant and fearless."

"There will always be people attending the first class of a ghost student," Yun Tutu said, hoping to watch the fun. "But these are also our potential customers. It depends on how the Taoist priest handles them."

Anyway, they also made a deal with the Taoist priest. It has nothing to do with them who Taoist priest Shifang is willing to give the things to.

Taoist Master Shifang had not received much care from his family. If the village chief had not called him this time, he would have forgotten his original name.

If you want to use your elders or ancestral genealogy to pressure him, you have to see if he agrees or not?

With just a gesture of his hands, Taoist Shifang pointed his finger at the night sky. Before he even put his hand down, the whole yard seemed to be shrouded in an ice cellar.

The people of Heping Village were huddled together, and they were still wearing thin clothes. If this continued, they would not be scared to death by the ghosts, but would be frozen to death first.

"Zhu Ping'an, what are you trying to do?" Zhu Jianxi immediately realized something was wrong and shouted, "Don't forget that you are also a member of Heping Village. Stop it now."

Taoist Shifang sneered, "I haven't done anything yet, and you asked me to stop, but why don't you try to persuade them?
Since you won't accept my toast, I can help you."

He was able to make a name for himself in the Xuan Realm, so his temperament is naturally not as gentle as he appears. If he gets a lesson today and the news gets out, won't he still be a human being?
What is protecting his branch? He is nearly sixty years old and has never married. How can he have descendants who need their protection? Even if there are, with a monk like him around, how can they find a sense of existence here?

He had divined before and knew that his parents' safety was not a problem, so he was unwilling to indulge these souls.

It would be better to keep those paper offerings for yourself than to give them to them...

"Wulian Tianzun," Taoist Shifang said hurriedly, "This Taoist priest still wants to live a hundred years, I just said nonsense..."

"Oh no! This damn unfilial descendant is attracting evil spirits," the sharp female voice sounded again. In fact, they had been dead for a long time and had forgotten which branch the damn Zhu Ping'an belonged to, otherwise they would have arrested all his ancestors.

“What should we do?” The souls present were in chaos. Some of the timid ones wanted to run away, but they found it was too late.

"What's going on? We are trapped." The shadows were in chaos, and they rushed around but couldn't find the exit.

The chaos of these souls also affected the villagers of Heping Village. They also began to become anxious and wanted to leave the yard in a hurry, but no matter how they walked, they were still in the same place.

Taoist Master Shifang was like a bystander, quietly watching the farce in the yard.