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

"Li Mu, all these steps are too complicated! Does it really work?"

On the way out of the cemetery! Li Xiaoran couldn't help but ask!

Just thinking about what Li Mu had done before made Li Xiaoran feel that it was too complicated; other people's sacrifices and prayers didn't involve such complicated processes. They just lit incense and candles, bowed, kowtowed, and burned the offerings.

"I don't know, I learned it from a book, I have to try it to see if it works!" Li Mu said casually.

He really couldn't explain it, since he didn't know much about worshipping ancestors or the spirits appearing in their presence. He didn't know if these methods from his past life would work. He could only do it and see!

Afterwards, Li Xiaoran went straight back to school! Li Mu went home alone!

……

The Land of the Dead.

The sky was overcast, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, and a light mist hung in the air.

There is no hustle and bustle of the mortal world here, only endless silence and the occasional sigh.

Li Fengnian dragged his weary body, carrying a large bag of unidentified heavy objects, and walked with difficulty along the gravel-strewn road.

He could no longer remember how many years he had been dead.

When he first came down, he thought he could finally rest. He had suffered his whole life while he was alive, and he hadn't enjoyed a few days of peace and quiet in his old age. He thought that he could finally relax after he died.

The results of it?

Being dead is more tiring than being alive!

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for! If we don't finish today's quota, we won't even get a sip of water, let alone any Yin food!"

A ghost messenger dressed in a black robe and holding an iron chain rode on the back of a paper horse, waving a whip to urge it on.

Li Fengnian gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, but his aged, ghostly body was simply not up to the task.

"What the hell is this...?" Li Fengnian muttered to himself, feeling miserable. "I suffered my whole life while I was alive, and now I have to do hard labor even after I'm dead. What sins did I commit in my past life?"

A middle-aged ghost, also carrying a heavy load, overheard this and replied with a wry smile, "Brother, stop complaining. It's good enough to have a job. Look at those lonely ghosts who don't even have jobs, wandering around aimlessly, unable to even get a hot meal. That's truly miserable!"

Li Fengnian sighed; what he said was true.

When he first came down there, he was completely clueless and didn't understand anything. He thought that dying would end everything. Who knew that the realm of the dead was even more materialistic than the mortal world, where money was needed everywhere and bribes were required at every turn.

But he was penniless, where would he get the money?

He didn't know how large his funeral would be arranged by his descendants in the mortal world, but according to their customs, it wouldn't be small, and they would definitely burn a lot of paper money and offerings.

After all, ancestor worship is something that everyone must take seriously, and he himself has always worshipped his ancestors and prayed for their blessings!

But after he learned that he was dead, Li Fengnian realized that the so-called worship of ancestors in the mortal world might not be the case at all!

People in the living world offer wine and burn paper money every now and then, but in the realm of the dead, there are many suffering souls who cannot get food from the dead!

If the worship of descendants in the living world were effective, these ancestors wouldn't be suffering in the underworld after their deaths!

Although these dead people had already died once and would not die again, the feeling of being tired and hungry was very real.

With no other option, Li Fengnian had to take on manual labor.

The meager amount of ghost money earned from manual labor wasn't even enough to cover the most basic daily expenses for food, often leaving them hungry and struggling to find their next meal.

Even worse, the Netherworld also has its own "weather." Although it's a cloudy day, the chilling aura penetrates to the bone, and without buying some clothes beforehand, it's impossible to withstand it.

But you won't starve or freeze to death, you'll just suffer!

……

That's how the spirit world is. Wealthy souls live in mansions, wear fine silks and satins, eat and drink the best food, and can often visit their descendants in dreams to chat. They even have the ability to protect their descendants, ensuring their families prosper and live peacefully.

Those without money... like him, do hard labor, live in shacks, eat coarse food and wild vegetables, and even speaking in a dream has become a luxury.

"Li Fengnian!"

A voice suddenly came from ahead, full of vigor.

Li Fengnian was taken aback, then quickly replied, "Yes!"

He looked up and saw a ghost messenger dressed in a manner clearly superior to ordinary underworld messengers standing by the roadside, followed by two smaller ghost messengers.

Behind this ghost messenger, there were several large vehicles parked!

The car was piled high with gold and silver ingots, paper money, and other valuables, making it look like a small mountain!

Li Fengnian was dumbfounded.

Not only him, but all the ghosts of the laborers around him were dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at the several cartloads of goods, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

"This...which wealthy family burned this down?" someone murmured.

"Look at those gold and silver ingots, their quality is so good! And those clothes and silks, they're clearly not ordinary items!"

"My God, how much ghost money is that? Millions? Tens of millions?"

"You underestimate them! The purity of those gold and silver ingots must be at least hundreds of millions!"

Li Fengnian swallowed hard, feeling incredibly envious.

Look at their status, and then look at myself. It's true what they say, comparisons are odious—oh, he's already dead, so there's even less to compare.

"Li Fengnian!" the ghost messenger called out again, his gaze falling directly on him.

Li Fengnian shuddered, quickly put down the heavy load on his shoulder, and jogged over, bowing and scraping, saying, "Sir, I'm here, I'm here."

The ghost messenger looked him up and down, and seeing his ragged clothes and emaciated appearance, he frowned slightly. Then he turned to the cart behind him and said, "These are all your packages. Check them and sign for them."

"..." Li Fengnian froze.

He thought he had misheard, opened his mouth, and asked tremblingly, "M-Sir, what did you say? These...these are all for me?"

"If it's not for you, who else could it be for?" The ghost messenger impatiently shook the register in his hand. "Li Fengnian, earthly address: Tianhai City, Great Xia Kingdom, descendants in the mortal realm: Li Mu and Li Xiaoran, right?"

Li Fengnian nodded blankly; all the information matched.

"That's right," the ghost messenger put away the register and looked at him with admiration. "Li Fengnian, you are truly blessed to have such a capable person among your descendants! This package was sent down from above, facing numerous checkpoints and surrounded by wandering ghosts, yet it arrived in you unscathed and intact. I haven't seen anything like this in many years."

Li Fengnian still couldn't believe it. He circled around the carts, reached out and touched the glittering gold ingots, and then squeezed the thick fabrics. The texture was incredibly realistic.

It's not a dream, it really isn't a dream!

"This...this was really burned for me by my great-grandchildren?" Li Fengnian's eyes reddened instantly, and his voice choked with emotion.