"Junior brother, why did you bring so many people back?"
In the lobby of Yizhuang, Qiu Sheng, who was studying how to make ghost paper with Wen Cai and Ren Tingting, raised his head and stared in shock at the dozen or so figures who suddenly appeared in the courtyard.
"They are the chefs and assistant cooks I invited. They will start setting up the team tomorrow and set up the flowing banquet early the day after tomorrow." Qin Yao said, "Senior Brother Wencai, please arrange a place for them to live."
"okay."
Without saying a word, Wencai walked out of the lobby and started working, arranging everyone in an orderly manner.
"Master hasn't come back yet?" Qin Yao sat down at Wen Cai's seat and turned to ask.
"Not yet." Qiu Sheng shook his head: "After all, the City God belongs to the righteous god of the underworld, so it shouldn't be that easy to invite him."
Qin Yao frowned.
If they were opening a general paper-making shop, it would be rude not to invite the City God, and it would not matter if the City God came or not. But they were opening a bank of heaven and earth approved by Hades, so not inviting the City God would be rude, and being ignored by the City God would be a loss of status.
It is true that the City God is the righteous god of the underworld, but Uncle Nine is still the head clerk of the bank.
Although there is a certain gap between the two in terms of grades, coupled with the identity of Jiu Shu Maoshan's disciple, the Chenghuang Temple has to send a wandering god to show off, right?
"I'm going to the City God's Temple to have a look." Qin Yao stood up and said, feeling restless.
Qiu Sheng stood up and said, "My bicycle is outside."
Qin Yao was amused by him: "What kind of bicycle do you want? With my physique, I'm afraid your bike will fall apart if you can't ride it for a few miles. I'll go look for it in Master's room to see if there are any magical talismans..."
Not long after.
Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, walked into the courtyard and was slightly startled when he saw the lights in his room. He asked Wen Cai who came to greet him: "Who is in my room?"
"It's Junior Brother Qin Yao, looking for the magic talisman." Wen Cai said honestly.
Uncle Jiu waved to him and led him to his door. He said to Qin Yao who was rummaging through the boxes: "Why are you looking for the magic talisman at this late hour?"
"Why are you back?" Qin Yao paused while rummaging through the boxes, stood up, and asked in surprise.
Uncle Jiu's eyelids twitched: "What do you mean by this, I shouldn't come back?"
Qin Yao pursed his lips and smiled: "According to the ups and downs of the plot design in the story, you should have encountered big trouble in the Chenghuang Temple, and then the three of us brothers tried our best to save you. In the end, the master and apprentice worked together to eliminate the behind-the-scenes
Black Hand, forms a tightly structured story, the kind that could make a movie.”
Uncle Jiu: "..."
It hurts!
This guy is very heart-warming when he's heart-warming, and really irritating when he's talking nonsense!
"Old Qin!"
Qin Yao blinked: "Xiao Qin, Xiao Qin... Master, it's so weird for you to shout like that."
Uncle Jiu suddenly pulled out the mahogany sword from behind, swung his arms and hit Qin Yao: "Don't you think the plot is dull and want ups and downs? Come, stand there, I will give you ups and downs!"
Qin Yao didn't expect that Uncle Jiu would suddenly take action. He was slapped twice suddenly, and his invulnerable body actually felt the pain. He said in shock: "Uncle Jiu, are you serious?"
Uncle Jiu had a straight face, holding a peach wood sword, and slashed at his apprentice with more than ten swords in one second. The sword struck with a critical blow, sending Qin Yao flying all over the room, and trashing the originally tidy room as if it had been hit by an earthquake.
Seeing this, Uncle Jiu became even more angry. He gritted his teeth and chased Qin Yao from the house to the yard, and from the yard to the eaves.
Qiu Sheng walked out of the room and stood in the yard with Wen Cai. He raised his head and looked at the two figures chasing each other under the moonlight, without any intention of breaking up the fight.
What advice should I give? It’s better for the master and the disciple to wear a pair of pants after the beating, but if you intervene when they have a dispute, they will easily get beaten.
In the end, the master and the apprentice reconciled, but he was left with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Why bother?
The above are the lessons learned by the two of them based on their personal experiences in the past. As the saying goes, one learns from each step, and one cannot step into the same puddle many times.
Uncle Jiu had great magic power but was weak in body. After chasing for only an hour, he was exhausted. He suddenly threw out the peach wood sword filled with spiritual energy and smashed the bastard thing to the ground with one strike. Only then did he slowly release the gloomy energy.
Qin Yao was beaten to the ground, so he just lay there, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said softly: "Do you feel better?"
Uncle Jiu was stunned.
Then I gradually woke up...
"You guessed it?"
"Do you still need to guess? As soon as you stick your butt out, I will know what fart you are farting." Qin Yao said.
Uncle Jiu: "(`へ≠)"
I will endure!!!
"Tell me what's going on." Looking at his rosy face, Qin Yao nodded with satisfaction and stopped trying to die.
Anger doesn't matter if it's on your face, it's a good thing to release it. What I'm most afraid of is that if you keep it all in your heart, your face will turn pale with anger, how can you not hurt your body?
"In the Taishan sect, a famous disciple also wanted to be appointed as the head class member of Tiandi Bank. The Taishan sect held a grand inauguration ceremony and invited all the gods in the world to come up to the mountain to celebrate." Uncle Jiu said helplessly.
"Is Taishan Sect more powerful than Maoshan Sect?" Qin Yao asked.
Uncle Jiu sighed: "It has been like this since ancient times. My biggest backer in Maoshan is San Mao Zhenjun from the heaven. Do you know who is the backer of Taishan Sect?"
Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "It can't be the Lord of Taishan Mansion, right?"
"There is no doubt that he is the Lord of Taishan Prefecture."
Qin Yao: "..."
This is indeed incomparable.
"The bank executive from Taishan School also took up his post the day after tomorrow?" Qin Yao asked when he was young.
"One day later than us."
"Since it's not a day and there is no conflict, why is the city god so disrespectful?" Qin Yao asked puzzledly.
"It's a long journey. He has to leave a day early and doesn't have time to attend our ceremony." Uncle Jiu said.
"If he doesn't come, he won't come. Without him, our ceremony can't be carried out?" Qiu Sheng comforted.
Qin Yao shook his head: "People compete for a breath, Buddha competes for a stick of incense. Our master was appointed, but the local city god went all the way to celebrate for others and ignored us. When word spread, outsiders would not laugh at the city god's snobbishness.
They only laugh at us because we are incompetent and deserve to be looked down upon."
Qiu Sheng: "..."
Whether a god comes or not can have such a big impact??
"Master, I want to see the city god." Qin Yao said in a deep voice.
There are some things that there is no need to say to Qiu Sheng, but the problem is still not small.
Being looked down upon by others not only means being looked down upon, but also means that you are weak and can be bullied.
What kind of business do they do?
Tiandi Bank!
What is created is paper, and what is created is a source of wealth. How can no one be jealous of it?
A weak and bully person holds a huge source of wealth in his hands. What is this?
This is a fucking fat sheep!
By then, the name of Maoshan may not be able to resist those greedy ghosts and gods like moths to the fire. What's more, Maoshan is not owned by Uncle Jiu's family, and there is a Shi Jian in the outer Maoshan who is always against him...
All these and various reasons indicate one thing: they cannot swallow this breath!