Lanke Chess Edge

Although the tomb here can lead to the yin house in the underworld to a certain extent, it is only limited to accept sacrifices from relatives and friends of the younger generation.

Of course, it is impossible for Mr. Lu Shan to worship Dong Bicheng here, and even if the other party can hear a little of what he said during the sacrifice, it is far from enough, and he still has to face to face.

After struggling for a long time in front of Dong Bicheng's tombstone, until Lu Shanjun left, Ji Yuan didn't know if he had thought of any suitable solution.

As soon as Lu Shanjun left, a faint mist gradually approached Dong Bicheng's grave, and finally Ji Yuan's body appeared.

Ji Yuan looked at the bluestone tombstone, on which was written the tomb of his beloved son Dong Bicheng. The person who erected the monument did not leave a name, so it must be Dong Bicheng's parents.

Looking around, there are still some paper ashes and a few dishes, with some moldy tributes on them. The meat is probably taken away by wild animals.

Hey, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man...

The lingering sound of the exclamation is still there, but Ji Yuan has disappeared in place, and when he reappears, he will be in the city of Laoyang Prefecture.

No matter how powerful Lu Shanjun is, it is basically impossible to pass through the gate of hell without making a sound.

Ji Yuan has a lot of face among the ghosts and gods of Dazhen, at least in this first-level underworld in Fucheng, if he reveals his identity, it is definitely not a problem to bring someone in, but before he said that he had something to leave, and now he is leaving in a few days. Jumping out to help, wouldn't it be the same as telling Lu Shanjun plainly: Your master, I will always follow you.

This made Ji Yuan quite dumbfounded. Of course, although he also wanted to save face, if Lu Shanjun really had nothing to do, he still had to help.

Thinking about these things, besides buying some pancakes in the city, Ji Yuan went to a more special place on a whim because of what he had seen and heard about Dong Bicheng's tomb.

On one of the streets in Miaosifang, Fucheng, Laoyang Prefecture, Ji Yuan is walking slowly.

This street is a bit special, and there is no shortage of pedestrians coming and going, but it is not very lively, and people talk relatively quietly.

Because there are many special shops on this street, the folks call them fierce shops, which refers to coffin shops, paper making shops and other shops that deal in things related to funerals and burials.

Ji Yuan walked slowly on the street, his eyes flicked left and right, and then he fixed on a shop with almost no customers.

There was nothing special about this shop, so due to his eyesight, he couldn't see clearly what was written on the signboard of the shop, he only knew that it was a paper-making shop.

The owner of the paper-making shop is an old man with a gray beard, small eyes, dark skin, and the wrinkles are crowded together. I don’t know if he is smiling. It’s early summer and he’s still wearing several clothes. abacus.

Stepping silently into the shop, Ji Yuan looked around. In this shop, there are paper men, paper horses, paper carts, paper beds, and toilets.

Ji Yuan has been a human being in two lifetimes, this is the first time he entered such a shop, and he was a little curious. He approached the pile of paper money, took a piece of paper money, and took a look. The white paper was cut into a circle on the outside and square on the inside. If you look closely, you can vaguely see the mold imprint of Yin Yang Tong Bao, which looks much more advanced than the ones cut out by ordinary people with scissors.

Ji Yuan looked left and right in the shop for a while, the shop owner raised his head inadvertently, only to find that someone was in the shop.

Hey, hey, this guest officer, don't mess with the things in our store. They are all carefully crafted by craftsmen. They are really paper paste. They can't stand the trouble. If they are damaged, they will be compensated according to the price!

Ji Yuan looked at him and nodded.

Thank you for the reminder, Ji should handle it with care.

The shopkeeper put down his abacus, stood up and walked out of the counter, came to Ji Yuan, and took a closer look. Although the man in front of him was wearing a plain white robe, he had a gentle demeanor, and the black jade hairpin on his head was clear and moist, so he shouldn't be cheap.

The shopkeeper's face immediately changed, and the wrinkles formed when he smiled.

Uh, the guest officer has something to do at home, so he came to buy goods?

That's not true. It's just that I might give something to the deceased. It's not convenient to bring anything in the ghost city of the underworld. Come here to have a look.

The old man walked around Ji Yuan and walked in front of him, and said with a smile.

Then guest officer, you have come to the right place. The things I have here are the most exquisite in the entire Laoyang Prefecture. Look at this paper figurine, with correct facial features and a peaceful expression. This blush is made of authentic rouge and gouache, and it also has a fragrance. Woolen cloth!

According to Ji Yuan's experience, in fact, even real people in the spiritual world may not understand such trivial matters related to the underworld, but often such close people in the market know a lot. As for the truth and falsehood, Ji Yuan can tell the difference after hearing it. So I also asked.

Shopkeeper, how do people in the underworld use and collect these things?

The old man looked at Ji Yuan, this gentle gentleman may be full of knowledge, but he knows little about this custom.

Sir, I don't know. Our shop is famous because its items are exquisite and has been opened. We have hired a special mage to do the magic, so that things can go to the underworld. Listen to me...

The shopkeeper talked about it, and basically explained that this kind of offerings must contain the law to be useful, otherwise they will not be able to reach the underworld.

If there is no wise mage to cast spells, it will depend entirely on the wishes of relatives and friends at the time of sacrifice. If you mourn sincerely, things will have some effect. Not below.

I heard that things with mana, such as paper money that has been blessed by a capable mage, then this paper money becomes Dharma money, which can be burned to anyone. Relatives in the underworld can use some of the mana on this money to do things. Everything works!

The shopkeeper's statement is to show that the things in his shop are not only exquisite, but also precious.

Ji Yuan listened with gusto, and even felt that many of them made sense, and he was also inspired, but looking around the store, almost all the paper products contained no aura or mana. The so-called wise masters cast spells, naturally. It's nonsense.

The store owner thought that Ji Yuan would be a big customer, and he didn't seem to know much about white affairs. This kind of customer was the shopkeeper's favorite, and many of them would listen to the store's advice.

Therefore, the store owner knows everything about Ji Yuan, and strives to be enthusiastic and meticulous. He talked about a lot of related things and customs, from guesswork to experience, and his mouth was dry. Finally came the key part.

Then how do you sell this paper figurine?

Ji Yuan pointed at the paper figurine maid introduced by the store at the beginning.

The shopkeeper stretched out four fingers.

Hey, forty pennies a piece, no one can deceive you, and you can get a discount if you buy all the butlers, servants, servants and other servants!

It's quite expensive, but Ji Yuan lost interest in buying one in an instant, and turned his attention directly to the paper money. The quality of the paper is not very good, so it shouldn't be too expensive, but the paper money is very well cut, and with these prints, it looks good. up.

What about the paper money?

Oh, this Yin-Yang Tongbao, two pennies can buy a thick stack, don't look at it just a stack of paper money, our paper money is printed with Tongbao, it took a lot of money, there is no semicolon in the whole Laoyang Mansion, As the saying goes, Dao Mo Tong Wenzhi is also a great symbol, otherwise why can the ink fountain line exorcise evil spirits?

Also, don't look at the quality of this paper, but this shop guarantees its reputation. It uses black locust wood and a little sandalwood as materials. The process is small but elegant. It is the best for making paper money, and it is also suitable for burning. For the underworld, it also leaves a lingering fragrance!

The shopkeeper took out a stack of paper money from the square wooden skewer, and pressed it tightly. Each sheet was very thin, densely packed. I don’t know how many sheets there are. While showing it, he kept talking eloquently. He was so enthusiastic that he thought it was a little bit I'm sorry.

Ji Yuan immediately took out two copper plates.

Buy a stack.

Hey, sir, what else can I buy? Look at this paper horse, it's lifelike, and this paper cart. If you buy the two together, you will be able to ride a horse and drive a cart. Well, it's best for the coachman to buy it too. One, no, buy a pair, you can take care of them in rotation!

Ji Yuan smiled and waved his hands.

No, no, just buy a stack of paper money.

The smile of the old man in the store froze in an instant, and he looked at Ji Yuan intently, but Ji Yuan didn't dodge it, it took him a long time to confirm that this person should be serious, and the heat in his voice obviously cooled down.

Please pay at the counter and wrap it up for you.

good.

No matter how thick-skinned Ji Yuan was, this would still be an embarrassing smile, but it was worth the trouble to buy it for two pennies, and to hear so many things that would never be recorded in the classics of practice.

After leaving the paper-making shop, Ji Yuan's footsteps were much faster than before, and he could feel a resentful gaze looking at him from behind.

Two hours later, at the corner of an uninhabited alley in Laoyang Mansion, Ji Yuan was sitting there with a stack of paper money in his palm, with the air of nothingness winding around it, and slowly seeping into the paper money.

Ji Yuan doesn't know how to do that kind of ritual, but after listening to the story of the shopkeeper of the paper-making shop, he can deduce some principles. In addition, he has the experience of refining golden armor warriors, so he can draw inferences, so after trying several After ten failures and wasting more than half of the paper money, Ji Yuan finally achieved a similar goal.

Gradually, the color of the paper money in his hand began to change to copper yellow, and it became thicker and thicker. The four characters Yin Yang Tong Bao on it also had a stronger texture and even a lot of weight.

It's not that the banknotes themselves will become like this, but that there is an extra point of guidance, similar to the alternative application of the magic method of imagery when the golden armor warriors cut paper. High is also confused.

Although it is simple, it does not lose its truth. It is all wisdom!

Looking at the paper money in his hand, Ji Yuan couldn't help but sigh a little. This method of sealing mana and aura is undoubtedly a kind of folk wisdom. The experts in the practice world don't think about these things, but if there is a need, there is one. The market, the world should never be underestimated.

Moreover, this dharma money should also have good circulation in the underworld. It is similar to the essence of the five elements in the practice world, but it is even more clever. Although tasteless, in the underworld, it is the real hard currency.

Of course, if the mana and aura reach a certain height, even monks can rely on it to cast spells or assist some important formations, etc., maybe this money will be more useful, but the structure needs to be more complicated, and the spirit method needs to be more pure. .

However, in addition to the above-mentioned problems, the problem of production capacity is not small. Even if it is perfect, it may only be a time-consuming and labor-intensive precious thing.

Ji Yuan looked at the banknotes in his hand that became more and more like copper coins that were several sizes too big, and his unintentional move today subconsciously reminded him of many, many things.