Only the three unconscious ghosts still stood there with dull eyes.
Morpheus, who had already applied Qingming Dew, came out, but suddenly rushed to Xunye, who was playing with the urn with his head lowered, and shouted: "Be careful, they are changing."
"What?" Xun Ye looked up, and sure enough, the dim and dull eyes of those ghosts actually had red light flashing through them. It would have been difficult to detect it if one hadn't looked closely.
Hong Gu looked at the door with her eyes widened, "Oh my God, he's actually going to turn into a ghost."
When Little Yuzi heard this, she quickly pulled the jade lock and took a few steps back.
Xunye, however, was unhurried. He stuffed a few talisman papers into the open urn and placed them side by side on the ground. He raised his ghost-killing stick high and said, "Give me the ghosts to kill, and collect the bad luck... If no ghost comes out, kill it."
Fu Kuigang, be as urgent as the law!"
At the same time, flames rose from the urn, and the dead soul, which had no reaction at all, finally had a look of fear.
After several actions, Xun Ye covered the jar containing the soul and wrapped it with a whole piece of yellow paper.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there isn't much paper left for this usage." Honggu curled her lips and said, "You have to buy some when you go to Long Po's house. I hope there is still some leftover from what Long Po made before."
"Yeah." Xun Ye also thinks it makes sense. In this city, Long Po's incense candles are the most authentic. Her death is indeed a convenience to herself.
"Xiao Mo and Xiao Youzi will also go with us." Hong Gu's abacus crackled, "I can get as much as I can tinker with."
Xunye glanced at her and felt that she was right. Then he looked at the urns containing the souls, and after pondering for a while, he finally placed them in the shadow at the foot of the banyan tree.
"Hey, I know you kid can't be cruel, but that's okay. If they really change into evil spirits, at least they won't damage their moral character if we do anything again." After finishing speaking, Hong Gu looked at those trembling ones.
The dead soul asked, "What should we do with these? Do we have to pretend them too?"
"There aren't that many urns, let's take a look first." Xunye hoped that his guess would not come true, otherwise the world would be in trouble.
Honggu was left to watch the house in the small bungalow, while Xunye took Morpheus, Xiaoyouzi, and Yusuo to catch ghosts for Long Po's son.
The breeze blew by, and Honggu, who was dressed in red, hung a few leaves on her body.
"Asshole, if you can, just drop all the leaves." Hong Gu cursed at the old monster, fiercely pulled off the leaves, twisted her waist and turned around to enter the house.
As if in response to her words, the leaves of the banyan tree shook, but not a single leaf fell.
Luang Por's home is located next to the Town God's Temple, which is quite prosperous in the city center. It is an old house from the 1960s. The building is five stories high and the outer walls are covered with moss. Because there are incense vendors on the first floor, there is a lot of people here.
Recently, due to the impact of the epidemic, the number of people coming to Chenghuang Temple to offer incense has not only not decreased, but has actually increased.
Luang Phor's original small shop was deep in a residential area, and the noise outside could not be heard here. Except for a few familiar old customers, her incense and candle business relied on her son to set up a small stall outside.
to maintain.
Most people don’t recognize good products. Luang Phor’s incense candles are all made using old recipes passed down from generation to generation. Not to mention the materials used, the time spent alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people. But in this place where the streets are full of bargains,
How can her scented candles be sold at such high prices?!
Because of this incident, Luang Po's unfilial son scolded and even beat her countless times, asking her to simplify the production process, but Luang Po still persisted.
Things have changed, people have changed, Xun Ye stood in front of a familiar small shop, and he was not surprised at how depressed the place was.
I'm afraid that once Luang Phor dies, all those customers who know the goods will choose another store.
"Who are you?!" A middle-aged woman poked her head out of the room and looked at Xun Ye up and down with hostility. When she saw Morpheus, whose face was covered but still elegant, she looked greedily.
I took a few glances.
"I am Xun Ye, here to catch ghosts." Xun Ye gave her a cold look. She knew that this woman was the daughter-in-law of Long Po, and she usually abused Long Po.
"Ah, come in quickly." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged woman quickly opened the door.
When Xunye walked into the house, the first thing she saw was the ghost-repelling charms all over the house, as well as the salty glutinous rice in the corner. She couldn't help but curl her lips and sneer.
"You're a ghost hunter, so hurry up and take away that dead old ghost from my house. Really, if you're alive, you'll be less worried. If you're dead, you'll cause trouble for your descendants. I've never seen a mother like this..."
Xun Ye asked: "Where is Long Yang?" Long Yang is the son of Long Po. (Forgive the author's bad taste o(n_n)o)
"Oh, he is setting up a stall at the temple gate." Long Yang's wife urged: "Hey, you haven't seen that dead old ghost? She is elusive and likes to scare people..."
"Clang!" Xunye swept away the messy belongings on the table, put his backpack on it, and then slowly took out the Green Clam Sword.
Long Yang's wife was startled by the sound and wanted to get angry, but when she saw what Xun Ye took out, she hesitated again.
Glancing full of dissatisfaction in her chest, she sat down opposite Xun Ye, "You were also our old customer before, so you won't charge the price for catching ghosts. You know the ghost anyway. In this way, the incense candles in the future will be better."
It’s better to order everything at my house and I’ll give you a discount.”
"In the future?!" Xun Ye's face showed undisguised disdain, "If Long Po dies, who will make incense candles for you?"
"We can purchase goods." Long Yang's wife looked proud, "We have already contacted each other, and the largest supply of incense candles in F City next door will be rewarded..."
"I just want it made by Long Po himself." Xun Ye's words made her open her mouth and she couldn't speak anymore. "You can wait outside the door, I have to work."
While she was talking, she held a yellow talisman between her fingers and rubbed it on the Qingji sword. The flames ignited, making Long Yang's wife feel frightened and happy at the same time.
Little Youzi watched her walk out of the room and asked Xunye, "Master, is the ghost in this room really Long Po?"
Xunye smiled slightly, turned around and looked at a door, "Mother-in-law, an old friend is here, why don't you come out and meet her?"
With a "squeak..." sound, the door was opened from the inside.
A kind-hearted old woman walked out of it with a hunched back, but her smiling eyes were apologetic, "Xunji, it's you who are here."
"Mother-in-law, you should have told me earlier." Xun Ye reluctantly invited her to her seat, and bent down to look at her level, "You are a person who died a good death, how can you not even have a memorial tablet."
Morpheus didn't know about the tablets that the Chinese pay attention to, but Xiaoyouzi did.
Families who are mourning will enshrine the elder's memorial tablet at home half a month after the death of the elder. Half a month before, the ashes of the elder will be placed at home and burned with incense in the morning and evening. Fresh fruits and vegetables are usually offered as offerings.
But Xiaoyouzi glanced around the room and found no urn or memorial tablet in the room.