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

Li Fengnian has suffered for so many years down there, and no one has ever burned so many things for him!

During festivals, the children and grandchildren would burn paper money and offerings, but they would either be snatched away by wandering ghosts on the road or detained by the underworld officials at checkpoints! They would never reach the hands of the deceased!

Most of the deceased in the underworld are in this situation. It's meaningless for their descendants to hold grand ceremonies for them while the ancestors below continue to suffer.

Unless you're incredibly lucky, you won't get anything delivered to your hands.

According to popular belief, it seems that the descendants in the living world are worshipping the deceased in the wrong way. No matter how much is burned, it cannot be delivered to the ancestors accurately and without damage, which is too much of a benefit to those wandering ghosts!

But now these several truckloads of goods are perfectly intact, with nothing missing, and they are just placed in front of Li Fengnian!

"Don't be so moved yet. Take a look at this." The ghost messenger took out a yellow paper document from his sleeve and handed it over. "This is a petition sent with the package. Whether things from the mortal world can reach the deceased depends entirely on how well this petition is written. Your descendant's petition is exceptionally well-written! Given your current circumstances, you might even be able to skip the queue for reincarnation."

The birth rate in the mortal world is currently low, and there are far too many dead people lingering in the mortal world over the years, so much so that they have to wait in line to be reincarnated!

Li Fengnian's hands trembled as he accepted the document and examined it carefully.

Although he hadn't received much formal education, he could still recognize basic characters and read them aloud, word by word:

"On March 27, 2026 (the ninth day of the second month of the Bingwu year in the lunar calendar), Yang Shangxiao's great-grandson Li Mu and great-granddaughter Li Xiaoran respectfully offer incense, candles, paper money, clothing, fruits, and other offerings before the spirit of the late great-grandfather, Mr. Li Fengnian..."

As Li Fengnian read this, tears welled up in his eyes.

"In remembrance of our great-grandfather, whose kindness and virtue have endured and blessed his descendants, a bond that will be unforgettable for generations. On this auspicious day, we devoutly burn paper money, clothing, and other offerings, hoping that our great-grandfather will find peace and joy in heaven, that his soul may be received and enjoyed, and that he may return to the celestial realm and forever find peace..."

Li Fengnian choked up more and more as he read.

He remembered, Li Mu, Li Xiaoran, they were his great-grandson and great-granddaughter!

He had held Li Mu when he was a child. The child was clever and quick-witted, and had a sweet tongue. He would call him "Great-Grandpa" all the time, which made Li Mu very happy.

Li Xiaoran is a girl, but she is also very lovable. Every time she sees him, she rushes over with a smile.

He left later, and I don't know if the two children grew up or if they are doing well.

"May Great-Grandfather bless our family with peace, academic success, and abundant wealth. May all offerings be delivered without hindrance, and may this prayer be truly answered..."

Li Fengnian wiped away his tears and took a deep breath.

"This letter is respectfully submitted for your consideration. May you accept this offering. Your filial grandson: Li Mu, your filial granddaughter: Li Xiaoran, bowing deeply a hundred times."

After the memorial was read aloud, Li Fengnian was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Good children, good children..." He held the memorial, tears streaming down his face, "Your great-grandfather didn't raise you in vain, he didn't raise you in vain!"

The surrounding spirits, witnessing this scene, were filled with sorrow.

Some people were envious, some were moved, and some secretly sighed – wishing their own descendants would be so attentive.

Seeing this, the ghost messenger didn't urge him. After Li Fengnian calmed down a bit, he said, "Alright, everything is here. Sign here, and I'll have someone deliver it to your residence. You can't move all this stuff by yourself."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" Li Fengnian bowed repeatedly, took the brush from the ghost messenger, and signed his name in a crooked manner.

After signing the document, he suddenly remembered something and cautiously asked, "Sir, if I may be so bold as to ask, may I keep this document?"

The ghost waved his hand: "What's burned for you is naturally yours to dispose of. Keep this petition; it's a keepsake."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

Li Fengnian carefully folded the memorial and kept it close to his body, treasuring it even more than he would gold and silver ingots.

Immediately afterwards, Li Fengnian took some gold and silver ingots from the carriage and stuffed them into the hands of several underworld officials. After the officials politely declined, they accepted the ingots directly.

……

When the ghost messengers and their minions delivered several cartloads of goods to Li Fengnian's residence, the surrounding neighbors were all stunned.

Where does Li Fengnian live?

The lowest level of the underworld is a shantytown with walls made of cardboard and roofs made of straw mats that rattle in the wind.

It doesn't rain in the Netherworld, but the chilling aura seeps in, making it even more unbearable than rain.

But now, several carts full of gold and silver ingots, silks and satins are piled up at the entrance, and the golden light illuminates the entire alley.

"Old Li, you've struck it rich!"

"My goodness, so much stuff! How wealthy must your descendants have become!"

"Old Li, you can't forget about us old neighbors!"

Li Fengnian was in high spirits and repeatedly cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Please excuse me, it's all because my children are so filial."

He didn't rush to show off. Instead, he first had the ghost messengers help him move the things into the house. Then he respectfully saw the ghost messengers off and even gave each of the little ghosts who helped him a few silver ingots.

The little devils left with beaming smiles and offering their congratulations.

After everyone left, Li Fengnian closed the dilapidated paper door and looked at the room, which was piled up to the brim, and was momentarily at a loss.

He walked around the room several times, touching this and looking at that, and finally sat on the pile of gold and silver ingots, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Li Mu, Xiao Ran, great-grandfather thanks you, thank you so much..."

After crying for a while, Li Fengnian wiped away his tears and stood up.

Now that you have money, what should you do?

The first thing to do, of course, is to have a good meal!

He couldn't even remember the last time he had a full meal, let alone a decent one.

Li Fengnian took out several of the finest gold and silver ingots from a pile of them, stuffed them into his pocket, and swaggered out of the shantytown.

Although the Netherworld is gloomy, it has all the necessary shops.

Restaurants, teahouses, cloth shops, pawnshops, and even theaters and gambling dens—you can buy anything with money.

Calling this place the underworld isn't quite right; it's more like a world where the dead linger. Except for certain specific circumstances, it's not much different from the mortal world overall!

Li Fengnian went straight to the largest restaurant in the city—Zui Xian Ju.

He used to be too afraid to even approach this place. The yin energy at the entrance was three times stronger than elsewhere, and it was clearly not a place that a poor wretch like him could afford.

But today is different.

Li Fengnian straightened his back, pushed open the door of Zuixianju, and strode inside.

"How many guests are there?" The waiter greeted him, glancing at his tattered clothes with a hint of disdain.

Li Fengnian wasn't annoyed. He simply took out a gold ingot from his pocket and slammed it on the counter: "One person, bring me one of each of your restaurant's signature dishes, and a pot of good wine."

The shopkeeper behind the counter had a bright look in his eyes. He quickly picked up the gold ingot, weighed it in his hand, and carefully examined its quality. His smile immediately lit up.

"Alright! Distinguished guest, please have a private room upstairs! Waiter, please serve them well!"

The waiter's attitude changed immediately; he bowed deeply, becoming extremely attentive: "This way, esteemed guest, please!"

Li Fengnian was led to a private room upstairs. He sat by the window, watching the wandering souls on the street below, and was filled with emotion.

It feels so good to be rich!

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