After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 146

Bai Chen and Bai Lu exchanged a glance. Bai Lu nodded, and Bai Chen immediately punched her, saying, "How dare you talk like that! Don't you know how to write the word 'polite'?"

Nowadays, people don't respect the elderly or care for the young when dealing with ghosts!

Li Dali: "..."

He stopped writing those two characters a long time ago.

I got beaten up for nothing again!

Even though he was already dead, he still managed to land punches that felt like they were hitting my flesh. It hurt so much!
So annoying! <(｀^)>

Seeing Li Dali squatting in the corner, looking indignant, Bai Chen's lips curled into a playful smile: "What, you're resentful about being beaten up! Don't you even know if you did any decent work in your life? You reported me when I didn't deliver vegetables! You reported me again when I couldn't buy vegetables! How come you're so idle! You're always reporting people!"

"I'm retired now, so I'm just bored..."

Bai Chen: "..."

This reason was so compelling that he was speechless.

He clicked his tongue and said, "In that case, forget about the change. You can just stay down here and be a real pauper!"

"do not!"

Li Dali floated over and hurriedly stopped Bai Chen. He knew he didn't have much time left. If he missed this opportunity, he might really have to live a life of poverty in the underworld, and he might not even have a place to live under a bridge.

I heard that the ghosts down there love to bully poor and old male ghosts the most!
"Young man, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

Li Dali's voice was choked with sobs. He was now truly regretting his sharp tongue and meanness in his life, and how he would make a scene over the slightest thing that didn't go his way. After all, given his age, no one dared to touch him. Even if the police were called, they couldn't do anything about him. At most, they would give him a few words of reprimand and then send him home.

Over time, this emboldened him, and he became increasingly brazen, but in the end, he suffered the consequences!

After doing so many dirty things, it was inevitable that someone would come knocking on his door. At first, his daughter-in-law would clean up his messes, but later she became increasingly unable to tolerate him and gave up. She would glare at him, and he became more and more afraid of her.

Until a few months ago, when he bought vegetables from this young man, he got into some trouble again, and then his daughter-in-law beat him up...

This beating was like opening Pandora's box; I wanted to beat him up three times a day.

But to be fair, he wasn't beaten to death by his daughter-in-law; he was just unlucky. He already had high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, and he took a long time to shower. Unfortunately, he tripped and fell while getting dressed. No one was home at the time, and he slowly died.

Before losing consciousness, his only obsession was to put on his clothes; otherwise, he wouldn't have come into this world naked and left naked.

"Give me a chance, and I promise I'll be a good ghost down there! I won't be greedy, and I won't bully other ghosts! Really! Burn me some paper money! You can't get anywhere as a ghost without money!"

Seeing Li Dali's "weeping and wailing" appearance, Bai Chen's heart, which was originally as hard as a stone in a cesspool, finally softened. He couldn't help it; he wasn't a heartless person to begin with, and seeing an old man like this was bound to touch him.

He initially just wanted to vent his anger because Li Dali had repeatedly caused trouble for their family. However, he never intended to kill him, much less beat him to a pulp. In fact, he even held back when he hit him. Otherwise, with Li Dali's current ghostly power, how could he withstand Bai Chen's beating?
"You said it yourself, old man. We know everything about your character and deeds in your previous life. If you are really willing to repent, I can help you. But if you break your promise after I help you, then I'm sorry, you can only be a pig—a pig for all eternity, the kind of suckling pig that gets its golden piglet for Qingming Festival, where you only gain a few dozen pounds of meat before you die! Don't disbelieve me, I have connections who can grant you permission to be reincarnated as a pig with your memories intact!"

Zhang Dali: "..."

It’s heartbreaking to kill someone!

What a cruel punishment!

But he still nodded hurriedly: "I promise, I will definitely change! As long as you help me this time, I will definitely be a good person in the underworld and never be a mean ghost again—but, can I ask if I can only do what I can? If those evil ghosts bully me, I have to fight back, right? I heard that evil ghosts eat other ghosts, I can't just let them eat me without fighting back, can I? Not being an evil ghost is already my limit, I can't be selfless and dedicated, can I—I'm not that kind of person!"

After he finished speaking, he cautiously looked at Bai Chen's eyes, forcing a flattering smile on his face.

Bai Chen glanced at him but didn't say anything. Instead, he asked Zhang Yu, "Are you willing to help him?"

"Huh? Me?" Zhang Yu nodded: "Of course, I'm willing to help. Although Grandpa Li was—uh, he was still our neighbor, so I'll help him if I can."

Mr. Zhang nodded. He couldn't see Li Dali, but he still chose a direction and stared at him, saying, "Uncle Li, be a good ghost from now on. What if you anger the master and are reborn as a suckling pig for all eternity? What will you do then!"

Li Dali: "..."

He really can't stand the word "piglet" now.

Bai Lu didn't join in the fun. She and Zhang's mother stayed in the living room, while Zhang's father took Zhang Yu, Bai Chen, and Zhang Dali downstairs and knocked on Li Dali's door.

The door opened after a while, revealing Li Dali's son, Li Peng, who looked at the three people outside with a puzzled expression: "Brother Feng? Xiao Yu? Is something wrong so late?"

"There is something, it's about your old man..."

"My dad?" Li Peng's face was full of vigilance: "To be honest, the debts are settled after a person dies. What terrible things did he do that made you come knocking on your door on the seventh day after his death?"

"Honey, who is it?"

Chen Li's voice came from behind Li Peng. Li Peng's expression was not good, and he said in a low voice, "Brother Feng upstairs said it's about Dad."

"Brother Feng, you... my old man has already passed away, what exactly are you trying to do!" Chen Li's face was filled with anger.

"Ghosts exist in this world!"

Bai Chen, a young man of the new era, hates people repeating the same things over and over again. He directly opened the third eye for Li Peng and Chen Li. When they saw the old man who suddenly appeared in front of them, they both thought they were seeing things. But when they confirmed that it was not a hallucination, the couple hugged each other tightly. Chen Li, in particular, felt guilty!

She beat up the old man too many times; he's afraid he'll become a ghost and take revenge on her!

Zhang Yu said, "Uncle, Aunt, you don't need to be afraid. Grandpa Li just needs our help with some things, right, Grandpa Li?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Dali said in a very good manner: "Xiaoli, Xiaoyu and the others came to my house to help me find money. I asked them to buy more paper money to burn for me. I have already promised to give them one-third of the money I found. Please don't stop them."

Chen Li could hardly believe her ears. Was this really her eccentric old man? Could such a sharp-tongued person really say such things?
Chen Li's expression changed several times before she finally opened the door and gestured for the three of them to come in: "Come with me."

She led the three of them to Li Dali's bedroom, pointing to the bed and the old wardrobe, saying, "We've only found money in these two places. As for the rest, I don't know." She looked at the old man again and again, still unable to believe that this kind-looking man was actually her grandfather—could it be a fake?

Or does death truly change a person's personality?

"I remember finding it in several places: behind the wall hole behind the old wardrobe, behind the loose bricks under the bed, behind the painting in the living room, next to the air conditioner unit on the balcony, and inside the broken shoes at the very back of the shoe cabinet! It adds up to about 30,000 yuan. Xiaoli, give 10,000 yuan to that young man, and the remaining 20,000 yuan, could you give it to them to buy paper money first? We'll give it back to you after we find it. I don't have much time left!"

"Not much time? Isn't that what a dying person says?" You're already dead, so what do you mean by not having time?

Chen Li did not agree.

Besides, spending 30,000 yuan to buy paper money? Are you crazy? It'll take several days to burn it!

Zhang Yu and his group searched the places Grandpa Li had mentioned, but Bai Chen's eyes were like a cheat code. With just a glance, he knew what was hidden behind something. He even found the places where Li Dali hid money that he didn't remember.

"It really is here!" Zhang Yu exclaimed in surprise, having just pulled three hundred yuan from the fan cover.

Zhang Yu and his father put together the money they found, and it was not just 30,000 yuan, but a full 45,000 yuan!
Chen Li stood aside, watching all this with a complicated expression on her face. She really couldn't believe that the old man was hiding money everywhere, and quite a lot of it at that.

Forty-five thousand!

Giving 15,000 yuan to a stranger and spending 30,000 yuan to buy paper money, she felt that the world had completely gone mad and become a thing of the past.

“Auntie, we plan to use this money to buy paper money for the deceased, according to Grandpa Li’s wishes, to burn it all for him before the seventh day after his death,” Zhang Yu said. “What do you think…”

What else could Chen Li think? The old man was still standing there watching. Did she dare say no?
They could only watch helplessly as large and small bills were given to Bai Chen and Zhang's father.

Bai Chen accepted the 15,000 without any guilt, after all, without them, the old man's life would be completely different!

Just as Li Dali had predicted, the incense shops in the south of the city were indeed still open, but they didn't have any yellow paper for 30,000 yuan!
The Qingming Festival has just passed, and the next festival is the Dragon Boat Festival. By this time, the old stock in the shop has been cleared out, and new stock has not yet been purchased. The only remaining yellow cinnabar paper in the shop is prepared for the newly deceased, so the quantity is naturally not large.

Well, money can't buy things!

To ensure that Li Dali could live a good life in the underworld, Zhang Yu contacted the food delivery rider who had brought them the yellow paper the night before.

The delivery riders outside were rumored to be a very mysterious organization, and there was nothing they couldn't do. Bai Chen scoffed at first, but when the delivery guy drove up in a small truck that was half full of yellow paper, he understood.

There's no smoke without fire!

That delivery guy is really something.

However, where to burn so much paper money was a problem. They couldn't just burn it at home, could they? If the firefighters dared to burn it, they would dare to come. In the end, Bailu found a nearby cemetery and gave the old man who guarded the cemetery 1,000 yuan.

Of course, Li Dali paid for it. After buying the yellow paper, he still had more than 10,000 yuan left. At this time, the delivery guy had tried his best to coordinate, but he still couldn't get all the items. Li Dali was afraid that if he continued to dawdle, there wouldn't be time to burn the paper, so he had to stop. But in the end, he gave the more than 10,000 yuan to Zhang Yu and asked him to burn some paper for him during the New Year. He probably couldn't count on his son and daughter-in-law, but he would feel very sad if he didn't receive any gifts during the New Year.

The word "please" was, of course, a genuine request; it meant giving money. Li Dali reluctantly gave Zhang Yu a thousand yuan, as the family's finances were becoming increasingly strained.

A raging fire broke out in one part of the cemetery, and with the blessing of the egret's spiritual power, it burned ever brighter.

Li Dali looked at his ever-increasing bank account balance and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you all—" Li Dali's voice echoed in the air: "If you can't be rich in life, you can experience the highs and lows after death!"

As the last piece of paper money turned to ashes, it was almost midnight.

Suddenly, Bai Lu sensed a powerful yin energy. A chain appeared out of thin air, binding Li Dali's hands and feet. An ethereal voice seemed to be warning, "Survivors, please stay away."

"Zhang Yu, Uncle Zhang, squat down and cover your head!"

As Bai Lu spoke, she pressed them down to squat, burying their heads in her knees.

The soul-collecting procession is not something mortals can witness; otherwise, at best they will become mentally impaired, and at worst, they will all go to hell together.

However, this is on the premise that he can see the ghost messengers. Zhang's father is fine because he can't see the ghost messengers, but Zhang Yu's Yin-Yang Eyes are still valid and he can see the ghost messengers. When his soul goes to the underworld with the ghost messengers, it will be a troublesome matter for both the living world and the underworld!

"White egret?" A dark-skinned ghost suddenly stood beside the white egret and called out.

The egret was surprised and nodded: "It's me, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the ghost messenger interrupted her: "Of course I know you. In all the time that the underworld and cultivators have cooperated, I've never seen anyone treat the ghost path as if it were just a small path in front of their own door, leaving whenever they want!"

Egret: "..."

She was greatly shocked: "What do you mean? Can't I leave? Didn't we say that we had reached a friendly cooperation agreement? Is there a limit to how many times I can leave?"

Gui Cha: "..."

Of course there won't be any restrictions, but what cultivator treats the Ghost Path as their own backyard? This kind of heaven-defying cheat code should only be used in emergencies!
Unlike the egret, who would practically need a ghost's path even from ten meters away!
The resources of the underworld shouldn't be wasted like this!

Unbeknownst to the egret, underground, more than one ghost messenger condemned the egret's behavior!

"Hey? Don't go! Explain yourselves!"

The two ghost messengers stopped talking and instead carried Zhang Dali eastward. Bai Lu chased after them, but they were so fast that they became afterimages and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

People who only say half of what they mean are disliked by both humans and ghosts!
The egret thought bitterly.

"Sis, those two just now...were they ghost messengers?"

Bai Chen looked in the direction where the two dark figures disappeared and asked Bai Lu.

(End of this chapter)