People worship their ancestors: I'm just burning some paper money, how did I become a Taoist ma

At this moment, the underworld messenger leading the group dismounted from the paper horse and strode over.

Li Fengnian recognized him at a glance; it was the same person who had delivered goods to him twice before.

"Wang Zhengyuan?" The underworld official held the roster and looked the old man in tattered clothes up and down.

"It's me, it's me!" Wang Zhengyuan nodded and bowed hurriedly, unable to stop smiling.

"Sign here." The underworld official took out a document from his sleeve and handed it to him. "The things your descendants burned for you in the mortal realm are all here. Take a look."

Wang Zhengyuan received the memorial with trembling hands, glanced at it, and tears streamed down his face.

The document clearly stated the number of bags of gold and silver ingots, the number of bundles of Jade Emperor coins, and the number of sets of clothing...

He had seen so much money in his life, but he had never been as excited as he was now.

"My good granddaughter, my good granddaughter..." Wang Zhengyuan held the memorial, his eyes filled with tears of emotion.

The underworld official didn't rush him. After he had cried for a while, he finally said, "Alright, sign here."

Wang Zhengyuan wiped away his tears, took the brush, and signed his name in a crooked and messy manner.

After signing the document, he remembered something and quickly took several large bags of gold and silver ingots from the car and stuffed them into the hands of the underworld officials and the few little ghost messengers.

"You've worked hard, sir. This is nothing, please accept it."

The underworld official accepted the money with a smile, then waved his hand and left with his little ghost messengers.

Wang Zhengyuan stood beside the dozen or so trucks, looking at them from the left and touching them from the right, grinning from ear to ear.

Li Fengnian stood aside, looking at the mountain of gold and silver treasures, feeling extremely envious.

"Old Wang, this...this is way too much!"

"Is that a lot?" Wang Zhengyuan puffed out his chest smugly. "This is nothing! The Wang family never does things half-heartedly!"

He patted Li Fengnian on the shoulder and said generously, "Old Li, I'll easily pay you back the money you owed for the dream! Come on, come back with me, I'll return the money to you."

"Okay, okay, okay." Li Fengnian quickly followed.

The two returned to Wang Zhengyuan's mud-brick house. Wang Zhengyuan took several large bags of gold and silver ingots from the car and stuffed them directly into Li Fengnian's hands.

"This is to repay you; any extra will accrue interest."

Li Fengnian weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy, much more than he had lent out.

People from wealthy families are truly meticulous in their dealings.

"Old Wang, you're too kind..."

"Don't mention it!" Wang Zhengyuan waved his hand grandly, his arrogance overflowing. "Let me tell you, with this much money, I can pray for the Wang family! I'll even have to send a message to my granddaughter in a dream and say hello!"

"Sure, let's ask your granddaughter if she gave Li Mu any money!" Li Fengnian quickly said.

……

Yang Shang.

It was almost 10 p.m. when Wang Qingyu returned home from the Tongling Temple complex.

Exhausted, she took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed.

I'm so tired after a whole day of running around.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qingyu vaguely found herself standing in that hazy, gray space again.

The fog was thick, obscuring everything.

Whisper.

An old yet familiar voice came from the mist.

Wang Qingyu was startled and turned around abruptly.

Through the mist, an old man dressed in brand-new silk clothes strode out.

It was her grandfather, Wang Zhengyuan.

Unlike last time, this time Grandpa was dressed smartly, with a ruddy complexion and high spirits, a stark contrast to his tattered clothes last time.

"Grandpa!" Wang Qingyu's eyes reddened, and she quickly went to greet him.

"Good girl, good girl!" Wang Zhengyuan looked at his granddaughter with a smile, his eyes full of love. "Grandpa received them all. Grandpa received everything you burned for Grandpa! Not a single thing was missing!"

Wang Qingyu felt a sense of relief, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, I'm so glad you received it, I'm so glad you received it..."

"Don't cry, don't cry," Wang Zhengyuan quickly waved his hand, "Grandpa is here to talk to you about something important."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, asking, "Qingyu, did you do what Grandpa asked you to do? Did you give money to Li Fengnian's descendants?"

"I gave it to him," Wang Qingyu said quickly, wiping away her tears. "Grandpa, don't worry. It's ten million in total. Five million is to repay the money your great-grandfather lent you for the dream, and the other five million is the payment for asking him to help our family with the ancestral worship. I've given it all to him."

Wang Zhengyuan nodded upon hearing this and smiled with satisfaction.

"Good, good, well done. One thing at a time, our Wang family doesn't owe them anything."

"Grandpa, is there anything else you need in the future? I'll continue to burn it for you."

"What do you need?" Wang Zhengyuan thought for a moment. "I don't need anything for now. What you burned is enough for me for a while. But..." He paused, "Qingyu, next time you burn some, ask Li Mu to help you, so you don't burn it for nothing!"

"I understand, Grandpa."

"Alright, it's getting late, Grandpa's leaving now. Take care of yourself in the afterlife, Grandpa will pray for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhengyuan's figure began to blur.

"Grandpa—" Wang Qingyu reached out to grab him, but grasped at nothing.

The scene before her eyes suddenly shattered, and Wang Qingyu abruptly opened her eyes.

Outside the window, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

……

The Land of the Dead.

After Wang Zhengyuan appeared in the dream, he immediately returned home.

Li Fengnian was still sitting on the stone in front of his house waiting. When he saw him return, he quickly stood up.

"How's it going? Finished?"

"It's all done." Wang Zhengyuan sat down casually on the rock, took out a handful of gold ingots from his pocket and played with them. "My granddaughter said that she has already paid a total of ten million in cash to your descendants. You can rest assured."

"Ten million?" Li Fengnian was taken aback. "That much?"

He lived a relatively poor life, and his family didn't have much money. The number ten million was frightening to hear, and he couldn't understand what ten million actually meant.

"Of course!" Wang Zhengyuan proudly raised his chin. "How could my granddaughter be incompetent? Ten million is more than an ordinary family could spend in a lifetime, as long as they don't squander it!"

Upon hearing this, Li Fengnian finally felt relieved. He could say that he had done his best for the descendants of Yangshang.

"Old Li," Wang Zhengyuan suddenly leaned over and said with a smile, "How come your great-grandson knows so much about these things? In this realm of the dead, almost everyone lives a miserable life, and I've never seen anyone receive so much money. You're the first. Where did your great-grandson learn those methods from?"

"How would I know? I've been dead for years." Li Fengnian shrugged.

Wang Zhengyuan nodded thoughtfully and did not ask any further questions.

He stood up, looked at the mountain of gold and silver treasures in the courtyard, and let out a long breath.

"Old Li, let's go get something good to eat! It's on me today!"

"Let's go, let's go, I'm really hungry."

Two old men who didn't know each other just two days ago are now arm in arm like best friends, striding out.