Uncle Jiu finished writing the ultimatum, took it in his hand, looked at it, checked that there were no typos, and then said with satisfaction:
"Hurry up and clean up all these things. Time is running out."
"Oh, Master."
Qiu Sheng muttered, but still took the notice, and walked outside with seven or forty-nine masters in his other hand.
Then he put it in a brazier and lit it.
Soon, fifty sheets of thin paper were turned into ashes, and these papers contained special power. At the last moment of burning, a stream of extremely yin energy suddenly appeared in the void, and it just flashed by.
After that, it disappeared again.
Although Xu Ce did not burn it himself, his attention was always focused on the ashes. He was also curious about how the underworld received these notices and masters.
The extremely yin energy that just appeared should be the medium for the guidance announcement and master version.
"Master, the burning is finished."
Qiu Sheng twisted his body that was in pain from being beaten, shouted inside, then walked to Xu Ce and said:
"Senior Brother, there is a play at the theater in town tonight, would you like to come with us?"
Xu Ce was speechless. This guy is really invincible. He was beaten so badly, and now he still wants to watch a show. Of course, Xu Ce is definitely going. Qiu Sheng even asked about coming here, so naturally he said deliberately:
"Okay, but today is the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival. Do you think the play in the theater is for ghosts?"
Qiu Sheng scratched his head and said:
"That's not the case. I haven't heard of it either. Who cares? What if I'm acting for ghosts? With my senior brother here, I'm just a kid, so I'm not afraid."
Qiu Sheng is a bachelor. He has seen the ghosts in the entire Renjia Town ghost circle. He is respectful to Xu Ce. To say that the real danger is, the master at home is more scary.
Xu Ce shrugged and said calmly:
"It doesn't matter, I haven't been to a theater for a long time, so it would be a good time to go and take a look.
But I still have to say hello to Master."
"Yeah, Senior Brother is right. Senior Brother, please go tell Master. I will wait for you at the door."
Qiu Sheng smiled mischievously and did not dare to go into the house for fear of being beaten again.
Xu Ce walked into the room, where Uncle Jiu was still printing the last few ghost coins.
Before Xu Ce could speak, Uncle Jiu said:
"Disciple Xu Ce, my teacher suddenly remembered what that guy Wen Cai said he was going to do. He was busy beating Qiu Sheng, but that bastard ran away."
"Master, Wen Cai said he would go and take a seat. There is a big show at the theater in town tonight."
After Xu Ce finished speaking, Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes on the spot, hit his head speechlessly, and said:
"This bastard doesn't worry at all. He's still occupying a position. Doesn't he know that today's play is for ghosts? It's just adding chaos!"
"Master, don't worry too much. Wen Cai is currently in the middle stage of Qi refining. Even if he is alone among these ordinary ghosts, there will be no danger.
In fact, my disciple felt that it would be good to listen to the play that was sung for ghosts today, and it would be a good way to gain some insights.
After all, not everyone has the courage.
Moreover, my disciple also wants to see it, oh, Qiu Sheng also wants to go with him, master, will you come with him?"
Uncle Jiu thought for a while, and it seemed that Xu Ce's words made sense. Moreover, if he really ignored Wencai, he would still be worried.
Watching a play with ghosts is indeed not dangerous for a literary talent in the middle stage of Qi refining.
However, it would be a big mistake to think that the risk is just that small.
The real danger lies in the ghosts who guard the ghosts coming to the earth. If Wen Cai's stupid character accidentally makes those ghosts angry, he will not know how.
In the end, the ghost got angry and when he closed the gate of hell, he took Wen Cai into the underworld. That was no joke.
Even if the literary talent could retain his sanity in the end, he would still be transformed from a living person to a dead person.
If something like that really happened, even if Uncle Jiu still had some relationship with the underworld, it would be impossible to return his literary talent to the world.
Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, heartbroken, and said:
"Let's go together."
While speaking, Uncle Jiu had already begun to prepare the magic weapon.
Qiu Sheng watched Xu Ce not come out for a long time, then ran in. He happened to see Uncle Jiu preparing something, widened his eyes and said:
"Master, why are you bringing these things? Are we going to fight?"
Uncle Jiu said angrily:
"Be prepared! You should also bring some."
Qiu Sheng looked at Xu Ce with confusion, Xu Ce shrugged and said:
"Listen to Master's arrangements."
"oh."
After a while, the three masters and apprentices locked the gate of Yizhuang and walked towards Renjia Town.
On this day, the entire Renjia Town was surprisingly quiet. From time to time, burning fires and piles of money and paper burned to ashes could be seen on the roadside.
There is an atmosphere of eerie fear, and you can feel the cold atmosphere that is completely different from usual.
As for human figures, once the sky darkens, almost no one can be seen.
"Master, this Zhongyuan Ghost Festival is really deserted. Not a single ghost can be seen."
Qiu Sheng looked around in confusion, feeling a little bored, but it was better to go as usual. Although there were no people around at this time, at least there were some roadside stalls of small merchants and hawkers.
Before going out, I specially took out a little bit of my saved wages. I originally planned to buy some snacks for a late night snack, but now it seems that I can't count on it.
Uncle Jiu glared at Qiu Sheng angrily, then took out two leaves from the bag containing the magic weapon, and while reciting a spell, they flashed in front of Qiu Sheng's eyes.
Almost at the same time, Qiu Sheng trembled all over and became alert.
The vision in his eyes suddenly changed. In the sight that was so deserted a moment ago, a dense crowd appeared, and it was so large.
There are much more people than when Renjia Town is busiest on weekdays.
Qiu Sheng came back to his senses and said weakly with his scalp numb:
"Master, I didn't ask you to open the Dharma Eyes for me. There are so many people, no, so many ghosts! Oh my god!"
"Don't talk nonsense. Just pretend you can't see them. No matter who greets you, pretend you can't see or hear them!"
Uncle Jiu didn't talk nonsense and gave a direct warning.
"Elder brother, have you opened your Dharma eyes? Why do I feel that you are not afraid at all? There must be tens of thousands of ghosts on this street."
Qiu Sheng looked at Xu Ce with an indifferent expression. It was probably the same as before, he couldn't see anything.
Xu Ce said calmly:
"The Dharma Eye is always open. To your right is a candied haws seller, to your left is a candy seller, and in front of you is a pretty good-looking female ghost who is ogling you..."