fairy family

Chapter 23 Lucky Ghost

Yu Que stayed in the room and slept until the sun was setting.

He woke up slowly, got dressed, and walked out of the room. He saw that the whole family was there, which was completely different from the empty house yesterday.

"Eat first before you leave." My aunt, wearing an apron, gave instructions and hurried into the kitchen to serve the rice.

Yu Que sat down to eat as usual.

When we were almost done eating, my uncle suddenly pointed to a wooden box in the corner and said, "While you were resting, the clan leader came over and asked me to give this to you. He said that the clan members are not outsiders and will not embezzle things. He has already taken it out for you."

It was at this time that Yu Que looked over. He looked carefully and saw a few wisps of evil spirit from the wooden box.

So his eyes lit up, and without any hesitation, he directly moved the wooden box over, held it in one hand and opened it with the other.

As the wooden box was opened, several sheets of yellow paper appeared, and a thicker yin energy rushed out from the box. At the same time, a bloody smell filled the living room, making the people at the dining table frown.

But Yu Que was delighted to see the prey. He vaguely guessed something, so he patted the box, apologized, and hurried back to his room.

Soon, a bloody urn appeared at the head of Yu Que's bed, and a strange fragrance emanated from the urn. This strange fragrance was exactly the aroma of the longevity cream that Yu Que was very familiar with yesterday.

He looked at the urn and said in surprise:
"According to the Immortal Scripture, unless the immortal voluntarily releases the adopted household god, when the immortal dies, the household god will be entangled with the soul of the immortal and can easily turn into a new demon. It must be quickly sent to be cremated.

Is the clan leader forcing that flower-slapping woman to voluntarily release the household god in her body?"

This made Yu Que feel a little bit expectant and surprised.

But soon, the expectant look on his face disappeared, and was replaced by more doubts.

Because as soon as he opened the urn, bursts of ghostly howling came out from the urn. What was stored inside was not a refined household god, but an immature ghost!

"Why is this?" Yu Que muttered in his heart, "Could it be that the thing that the old lady who beats flowers has in her body is not a household god, but a ghost?"

He carefully assessed it and found that although the ghost in the urn had a strange fragrance and sounded impressive, it was very young and it was obviously not even a ninth-grade ghost.

Such a ghost, even if it undergoes some refinement, cannot become a household god. How could it make the flower-beating woman bewitching and perform such a lifelike magic?
"Did that woman carry it with her?" Yu Que pondered.

Suddenly, he found a small note in the wooden box, on which were briefly written a few words: "Fu Shou ghost, can be sold at the ghost market."

This note should have been written by the clan leader Fu Jin, telling him the name of the item and how to cash it in.

Yu Que chewed on the name of the ghost in the jar, and his brows gradually frowned again.

He stood up and paced around the room, thinking: "This person first plotted against me, and now he has taken the initiative to send me a jar of ghosts. Although I was the one who caught the Flower-Slapping Lady... Is this person trying to make friends with me?"

If this was true, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Because this means that for a period of time, he can live a peaceful life in the Fu clan.

In fact, if it was just Yu Que, he wouldn't care so much about it. The worst that could happen is that he would just hide outside for a long time.

But there are uncles and other people at home, so it is not realistic to hide outside. Yu Que's magic power is not enough now, and he has not yet been admitted to the county school, so he is really unable to support and take care of the family.

Now that clan leader Fu Jin has taken the initiative to show goodwill, perhaps his uncle can continue to keep the job at Yexiangsi that he might have lost.

In the room, Yu Que let out a long breath, and most of the distracting thoughts in his mind disappeared immediately.

If there is nothing to do in the clan or at home, Yu Que can concentrate on studying and practicing, improving his cultivation skills, and preparing for the examination!
But Yu Que couldn't help but wonder: "Did Fu Jin and Fu Ling, father and son, really give up the idea of ​​​​plotting against me because they saw that I was promising?"

You must know that the work you do in this world is the work of becoming an immortal!

If one fails to pass the examination, there will be no blessing from incense and no qualification to practice Dharma. Ninety percent of people will not be able to embark on the path to immortality.

As for the remaining ten percent, either their ancestors had made great contributions and were able to confer titles on their wives and sons, so that their descendants could inherit the titles and be exempted from entrance exams; or they had great fortune and obtained natural treasures such as true water and true fire, so they could cultivate Yin gods on their own and open up ancestral temples.

However, the former is mostly protected by immortals of the sixth rank or above, while the latter only exists in vernacular novels. Both are not very realistic for people at the bottom of society.

The Fu family was a small, low-level clan, and after the death of the old eighth-rank clan leader, it became even more impoverished.

Yu Que vaguely felt that the matter would not end so peacefully. He had to continue to be more careful and make plans early.

After pondering for a long time, he decided in his heart: "I must become a refiner as soon as possible. In this way, no matter what the other party's plan is, I will have the status and strength to deal with it."

Then, he sealed the longevity ghost, put it back in the box, carried it together with the lunch box, hurried out of the house, and headed towards Zheng Laohei's paper ghost shop.

Although a big event happened in the clan last night and they experienced a life and death situation, Yu Que dared not forget his nightly refining work. He had to work twice as hard tonight.

Because the incident happened suddenly yesterday, he didn't have time to inform Zheng Laohei at all, which was equivalent to missing a day of work for no reason.

Given Zheng Laohei's temperament, if he doesn't squeeze Yu Que back hard, the "black" in his nickname would be in vain.

Not long after, Yu Que changed to the third ghost carriage and arrived at the paper ghost shop half an hour earlier, and swept the front and back of the shop.

When Fang Mulian appeared, the man saw Yu Que and suddenly looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, which made Yu Que a little concerned. Yu Que asked immediately, but Fang Mulian smiled bitterly and just pointed at the counter, indicating that when Zheng Laohei came, Yu Que would know.

As a result, Zheng Laohei came to the store. When he saw Yu Que, he said, "You, get out!"

Yu Que was slightly stunned and was about to explain hurriedly.

But Zheng Laohei sneered and said coldly: "You asked someone to find a connection with us, and now that you have come to our store, you should focus on our work. Even if someone in your family dies, you should let it lie there until you have finished the work in the store, and then you can go back home to work.

Now that you are ignoring our store, our store is small and cannot accommodate a great god like you, please go back."

This guy didn't want to hear any explanation and continued to drive Yu Que out.

In an instant, Yu Que felt that all his hard work over the past month had been wasted on the dog.

Especially since Zheng Laohei is such a black guy, if Yu Que hadn't taken the tonic, his body would have been in such a bad state after this month. He looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside, and his life span would have been shortened by several years.

Yu Que stood there with a sullen face, and couldn't help but want to say something, but Fang Mulian suddenly came out from the back of the yard and grabbed Yu Que's clothes: "Let's go, let's go first!"

Fang Mulian smiled flatteringly at Zheng Laohei and said, "Master, I will help him pack his things."

Zheng Laohei lay on a recliner in the store and closed his eyes without comment.

Yu Que held his anger and followed Fang Mulian to the backyard. The two of them climbed down the ladder to the bottom level.

At this time, Fang Mulian whispered, "Brother Yu, I advise you, if the master tells you to leave, just go. Otherwise...if you insist on staying in the store, you will only end up with injuries and eventually have to leave."

The man simply gave Yu Que an example, saying that before Yu Lie, there was an apprentice who was disliked by Zheng Laohei because of his clumsy hands and feet, and was driven away.

The man refused to leave, thinking that by being sincere he could stay and make Zheng Laohei look at him with new eyes. However, the work became harder and harder and more dangerous, and he lost half his life in the shop. In the end, he was carried back home in a coffin, and no one knew whether he was dead or not.

In addition, nearly half of the apprentices working here had to leave because they were unwilling to accept the consequences, and ended up with disabled hands or legs, disfigured faces, or exhausted.

"Once the master has a grudge against someone, he will never change his mind. You'd better go back while you are still healthy." Fang Mulian said earnestly.

Yu Que’s face became increasingly gloomy.

If Yu Que had not been sure after more than a month of getting along with Fang Mulian that she was an honest child, and that Zheng Laohei was indeed a bad son, he would have suspected that Fang Mulian was deliberately scaring him so as to drive him away and make himself Zheng Laohei's only apprentice again.

Yu Que's expression changed, and he chose to believe Fang Mulian and decided to leave first. Anyway, in the past month or so, he had almost mastered the skill of making fried dough sticks.

As for the other half of the water refining method, he had waited for such a long time, but still hadn't seen Zheng Laohei call either of them to the front hall to teach. He estimated that even if he worked for another three to five years, that guy would not teach them.

Although there would be some losses if he left now and it would not be convenient for him to improve his refining skills, it would be almost the same.

"Thank you, Brother Fang, for your advice and care recently."

Yu Que no longer had any illusions. He thanked Fang Mulian, then lowered his head and began to pack up his things in the store.

As a result, after collecting all the things, he didn't even have a set of bedding or toiletries in the store, so there was nothing to pack.

If he had not been carrying a wooden lunch box in his hands when he came tonight, he could have left empty-handed now.

Suddenly, Yu Que thought of something. He stared at the wooden box of the "Fu Shou Ghost" in his hand and asked Fang Mulian:

"By the way, Brother Fang, do you know what the 'Fu Shou Ghost' is and how much it costs in the ghost collection?"

When Fang Mulian heard the words "Fu Shou Ghost", he immediately showed disgust on his face, but after thinking for a while, he said:
"I have seen this ghost in the store. It also went to Heping Lane to rob goods. It was created by the Fu Shou Cream."

Fang Mulian sighed, "Fushou cream, Fushou cream, every time you take a puff, you are taking away your own fortune and longevity, hurting your body and life. When you die from taking it, you will become a 'Fushou ghost'.

This ghost lives in the body of a person and feeds on the person's fortune and longevity. But even though this ghost has an evil origin and is rejected by the government, it is in short supply and the price is very high! "

Yu Que's eyes lit up slightly, and he bowed and said, "Brother Fang, please tell me in detail."

Fang Mulian continued to talk:

"It's because this ghost god extracts the fortune and life energy from others. The immortals can capture it and refine it, which can improve their own fortune and lifespan."

"How can a mere ghost actually improve one's fortune and lifespan?" Yu Que was stunned when he heard this.

He also doubted whether there was such a thing as good luck in the world, so he asked more carefully.

But Fang Mulian was hesitant, and it was obvious that she had nothing to eat.

Fang Mulian felt embarrassed and could only say to Yu Que: "Master has a copy of 'One Hundred Ghosts Night Parade' which has a more detailed introduction. I have only read the catalogue and not the specific content, so I really don't know..."

This forced Yu Que to suppress his curiosity, thinking that he must get a book of the same name to broaden his horizons.

(End of this chapter)