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Chapter 297 The supernatural power of communicating with the underworld

Wencai scratched his head with a silly look on his face and said weakly:

"Well, I have to die before I can use this money. Let's forget it. I don't want to die yet. I don't even have a wife now. When will I be like my senior brother and get a beautiful woman to give me a few children?"

It’s never too late to die.”

When everyone heard this, they all shook their heads helplessly. What Wencai, a silly kid, always said made people feel like they were laughing or crying.

"Literary talents, practice hard and strive for enlightenment and immortality. Don't think about death.

Think about it, how pitiful it is to be a ghost. Once you become a ghost, you have to queue up to be reincarnated, and you still have to become a human in the end.

But there are too many ghosts in the underworld, and queuing up takes time. Look at these ghosts queuing up. They are only released once in July and a half every year. How miserable it is.

Moreover, if you are asked to queue up for eighteen hundred years and stand there motionless like a dumb chicken every day, how can you bear it?"

Xu Ce couldn't help but joke.

Qiu Sheng said with a smile:

"Senior Brother, don't tell me. With his literary talent, I don't think he will get tired of it even if I let him stand there stupidly for eighteen hundred years."

Okay, what Qiusheng said seems to make sense.

"By the way, Master, you didn't print four thousand taels last year. Why did you print five thousand taels this year?"

After Qiu Sheng finished speaking, he looked at the amount on the bank note of Tiandi Bank, scratched his head, and asked in confusion.

Uncle Jiu said calmly:

"Now that prices have risen, we are increasing everything in the world, and the underworld should follow suit."

Qiu Sheng suddenly understood, gave a thumbs up and said:

"As expected of Master, you are so considerate. You have thought of all this."

Xu Ce was speechless for a while after hearing these words. Is it true that if prices in the world rise, inflation will also occur in the underworld?

Anyway, Xu Ce couldn't verify it, so he just took it as what it was.

"Don't talk too much, hurry up and print the banknotes. Hey, this business is good, but it's still a headache."

Uncle Jiu shook his head and looked at the printed white paper that was as tall as a person. He felt helpless. He spent the whole day doing nothing but eating and peeing.

The point is, Uncle Jiu is not short of money now, but the common people are too enthusiastic and ask for the silver notes produced by Uncle Jiu by name. If Uncle Jiu doesn't print them here, the ancestors of those people will not have money to spend.

If an individual family does not burn paper for their ancestors, it actually has little impact.

But if Renjia Town is the center, and there are many nearby towns, and many people do not burn paper for their families, then this coincides with the opening of the gate of hell, and there may be some trouble.

The ghosts have been waiting hard for a year just to get some benefits from going out today, get some money, and improve their lives when they return to the underworld.

But if you don't have anything, you will have to live a miserable life after you go back. Many ghosts may have superfluous thoughts, such as giving it a try and staying in the world. It is better than being disciplined every day in the underworld.

It's good to be hungry.

Ordinary people don't know about these things, not even Xu Ce, who has just entered the Taoist sect, Qiu Sheng, who has a low level of cultivation, and literary talents, but it is not a secret among the older generation of Maoshan Taoist priests like Uncle Jiu.

"Master, why are you sighing?"

Xu Ce walked up to Uncle Jiu and stretched out for a while. Today, he didn't get any special treatment just because he was a monk in the Dzogchen realm. He just became a printer.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

Uncle Jiu shook his head, sat back at the desk, picked up the brush, and started writing the notice again.

Xu Ce thought of something and continued:

"Master, are you really asked by the Underworld to work for the Central Bank of the Underworld as the printing director for printing Hades coins?"

This matter was mentioned casually by Uncle Jiu a few days ago. Xu Ce thought that Uncle Jiu was bragging, but he had nothing to do at this time, so he asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiu nodded cautiously and said:

"That's true, but my master's current level of cultivation is not low, and he's still far away from death. Only the body of a ghost can enter the underworld, and my master can't enter either.

So any recruitment talk is just nonsense, so don’t pay too much attention to it.

If the master really dies on that day, and if the underworld still acknowledges this, it would actually be good to give them the president who printed the underworld coins, which can be regarded as a long-term meal ticket."

Xu Ce's eyes widened, and he thought of the door to the underworld that opened when he sent away the soul of Xiaoling, the brothel's in vain, in Jinque Town, and the black and white impermanence that came out of the underworld, which proved that

The underworld is real.

Although Uncle Jiu is not as good as Xu Ce in terms of cultivation, he has been working in this industry for most of his life. He has also heard that Maoshan's secret method has magical powers that can communicate with the underworld. It is reasonable that Uncle Jiu has mastered some.

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It's just that Uncle Jiu never mentioned these things to their three disciples, and he didn't even mean to teach them on his own initiative. This made Xu Ce feel strange. Uncle Jiu had a good character and was not the kind to worry about teaching his disciples.

This is very inappropriate for a pedantic person who has killed his master.

"Master, do you have magical powers that can communicate with the underworld? Can you teach us about it?"

Xu Ce thought for a while and asked directly.

Uncle Jiu looked at Xu Ce, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"There is indeed such a magical power, but this magical power can cause great harm to people. The underworld is the ultimate yin between yin and yang, and the human world, although it is called the yang world, is not the place of the zenith of yang. Once it reaches the zenith of yang,

, then there will be no grass growing and everything dead.

This is equivalent to using the power of weak yang to connect with the place of extreme yin. The power of weak yang must be at a disadvantage. During the communication, the energy of extreme yin will cause great damage to the human body.

The fact that Shi Shi has been able to maintain a normal Taoist practice actually has a lot to do with the Boy Kung Fu he has practiced and his decades of being a boy.

Weak yang, but can replenish yang.”

"In addition, even as a teacher, I still believe that it is best not to deal with those people in the underworld. As the saying goes, if you deal with the things below too much, people will easily suffer bad luck. This is not unfounded.

Extremely yin energy may not have any effect once or twice, but if it happens too often, sometimes the yin energy will be attached to the body unknowingly. I am afraid that even I don’t know it. When I am really unlucky, I may throw it away.

It’s your own life.”

"This is also the reason why every year after the ghost gate opens in the middle of July, I must continue to do this for three days, mainly to wash away the extremely yin energy from my body.

However, now that my master is also a monk at the early stage of foundation building, the influence of the extremely yin energy on my master has been weakened a lot, so there is no need to worry too much."

"So, you'd better not learn from it."


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