Among them, in the south of the county, there is a small lake located in the city, named Niangniang Lake.

Why is it called so? Because there is a Temple of the West Queen Mother by the lake. Legend has it that this is the place where the Queen Mother takes a bath.

Of course, this kind of legend is too mythical.

But it is true that there is a temple here and the incense is good.

As for Sugar Girl, she is the temple blessing in the Empress Temple. She usually helps people with divination, interprets dreams, burns incense, and conducts psychic inquiries. She leads a very comfortable life.

It's just an unlucky day.

As soon as Zhang Heng and the others entered the temple, they heard the sound of banging on the table.

Everyone looked up and saw a table set up in the northwest corner. A man and a woman were standing next to it with troubled faces, watching a woman in her thirties or forties, wearing red and green, tapping the table rhythmically.

"Don't make a sound!"

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu lowered his voice: "Aunt Sue is channeling the spirit and asking for rice."

Channeling literally means asking the dead below to come up.

The reason for asking about rice is because when channeling, a bowl of rice is usually placed in front of you and you mutter something to the rice, which makes it look like you are asking questions about rice.

Of course, rice will definitely not answer the question.

The real question is about the existence that was invited up, but ordinary people cannot see this with their naked eyes.

"Master, what does this slapping back and forth mean?"

Wen Cai was so surprised by what he saw that he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Uncle Jiu did not answer after hearing this, but looked at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng knows this kind of look all too well. Isn't this just like when a bad student asks a question in school, the teacher doesn't answer but looks at the good student and signals the good student to answer.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock on the door of hell."

"Clap, slap, slap open the door to hell."

Zhang Heng explained to Wen Cai in a low voice: "People who can channel spirits are people who have people down there. They have a good relationship with a certain Yin official, so they set up a communication signal."

"When you need to communicate with a psychic to ask about rice, you can use this specific tapping and tapping method to send messages to the Yin organ below."

"After the underworld official receives the notice, he will secretly bring the person up from hell and let him come up to answer the question."

"After the deed was completed, the pilgrims made offerings and asked Mepo to keep part of it for themselves. The other part would be bought with gold and silver ingots, burned, and distributed to the Yin officials."

When Wencai heard this, he was a little dumbfounded: "Why is it like giving some benefits to the jailer and then having family members visit the prison?"

"It's not like, it's like."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Normally speaking, the undead souls who were taken to the underworld will not be allowed to return to the earth. This is against the rules and will only make them miss the world of mortals even more."

"But, ghosts are transformed by humans. People have a human world, and ghosts have a ghost world. They all need food, clothing, housing and transportation."

"So there are Yin officials and Yin officials who collude with each other to make extra money. As long as there are no mistakes, the judges above are willing to turn a blind eye and accept more filial piety."

"After all, many of the underworld officials below have been dead for hundreds or even thousands of years."

"In the world of Yang, no one has long ago worshiped them."

"As for salary, everyone knows it. No official would live by his salary."

"So after going back and forth, I made many friends, and soon there were more ways to go."

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhang Heng with great satisfaction.

Talk about it.

When it comes to dealing with the Yin officials below, there is no one in Maoshan who is better than Jiu Shu.

Uncle Jiu is so outstanding.

While he was still alive, he worked as a bank clerk in the underworld.

You think Uncle Jiu is good at catching ghosts, but in fact, he is even better at dealing with people and the world.

Uncle Jiu is not a Taoist priest with a single head, a bank executive, nor a cat or a dog.

To put it bluntly, today Uncle Jiu met the Millennium Ghost King, the Gold and Silver Armored Corpse, the Drought Demon, and Fei Zombie, and one of them accidentally died.

Turns out he is the general manager of Tiandi Bank. He can kill him back with a bull-headed horse-face in a matter of minutes. He is very fierce after death!

Count the entire Maoshan in detail.

Except Uncle Jiu, who else has this condition.

You can even think about it with your toes, how powerful the general manager of Difu Bank must be.

Impermanence in the Hall of Impermanence, generals in the General Hall, messengers of merit, ghosts in the twenty-four yamen, mourning gods, hanging guests, yakshas, ​​rakshasas...

No one counts, who dares not to give Uncle Jiu face?

"It's not the New Year or the holidays, why are you so anxious to see me?"

A few minutes of work.

Gu Gu suddenly sat up straight and her tone of voice changed.

"Wife, I have something to ask you. You have been dead for a few years. I was thinking about finding another wife, so I brought her to see you."

The man said next to him with an attentive look.

"Junior Brother Zhang."

Listening to the conversation over there, Wen Cai was a little confused and asked Zhang Heng: "Are the people below so efficient in doing things? They were brought up in just a few minutes?"

"no."

Zhang Heng replied: "As the saying goes, one day in the sky is one year on the earth, one day on the earth is one year in the earth."

"The few minutes we have here may have been several days down there."

"Of course, how is time converted? Different hells have different time flow rates. The slow ones are the same as ours, and the fast ones can be hundreds or thousands of times faster. If you ask me, I can't tell."

Wen Cai secretly sighed: "So there are so many things to pay attention to!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Heng in disbelief: "Junior brother, how did you know?"

"If a person does not learn, he will not understand."

"Among my Maoshan Taoist books, there is a book called Zhou Family's Tongyou Ji. This ancestor of the Zhou family is a strange person. He went to hell seven times and drank and chatted with the judge. It records many anecdotes in the underworld and how to deal with them."

"After being compiled and edited by my Maoshan ancestors, this book has become more extensive and profound. It is indeed the best reading book for those in prison. You can read it later."

Zhang Heng really admired the ignorance of literary talents.

Could it be that this is my apprentice?

Qian Zhenren's son-apprentice Qian Shui studies cooking at home when he has nothing to do, and is determined to be the best...cook in Maoshan.

Not to mention Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai.

Zhang Heng was very curious about what the two of them had learned so far.

Is it possible to save the souls of the dead?

Will it be possible to break the evil spirit and stabilize the soul?

Is it okay to open a forum?

Neither.

good.

Can I draw the general talisman?

Can the peace and evil talisman be drawn?

Can the Six Animals Peace Talisman be drawn?

Can you draw a lucky charm?

Can the Heavenly Master Ghost Slaying Talisman be drawn?

These are the most basic.

Going up, there are the five thunder talisman, the divine fire talisman, the eight fixed talisman, the nourishing talisman, the diamond talisman, the divine walking talisman, the steel talisman pointing to the ground, and the prison talisman drawing the ground. I'm afraid there is no need to think about these.

"Stay there for a while."

Noticing Zhang Heng's gaze, Uncle Jiu slapped Wencai on the back of the head.

Wencai didn't even know why he was beaten. He stood aside feeling aggrieved and said, "Master, I didn't make a mistake, did I?"

"Made a mistake?"

Uncle Jiu was furious: "I won't be able to eat your good fruit when I go back."

"ah?"

Wencai pursed his lips and muttered: "If I had known better, I wouldn't have come to eat the three-yellow chicken."

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Chapter completed!