The paper money with the curse on it burned slowly, and in the end, the furnace burned out, and at last only wisps of black embers remained.

"There's still a lot of yellow paper money left..."Li Yun glanced at his brows, looking at the yellow paper money left in front of him with a mantra of the dead, in addition to his own, there was also the rest of Hanxiang's previous practice, and suddenly he had an idea: "Brother System, can I sell this yellow paper money, there is calligraphy on it that I personally mentioned, no matter how I say it, I have to sell it for 180,000 yuan." ”

"Hehe...," the system said.

"What do you mean. Li Yun was a little speechless, and estimated that he couldn't sell it.

"You can sell it, but you can't exchange it for money, even if you change it, the system will confiscate it..."

"Can I accumulate wishpower..."

Li Yun looked at the obsession in the law behind him, whether it was unlocking the obsession or condensing the law phase, the food used was the power of willingness.

"Cheng, idle is idle, write a little more, and wait a little bit to take down the mountain and burn it for the villagers." Li Yun was not ambiguous, rolled up the sleeves of the robe, and continued to write on the remaining yellow paper money, and couldn't help but sigh that in this information society, whether it is writing or using calligraphy, there are fewer and fewer places, and more convenient and fast ways of writing have appeared, including printing, typing, and even fonts can be prescribed, the so-called calligraphy is more replaced by computers, printed at will, framed as a real handwriting at home, and can also be fake, people who do not really understand calligraphy and painting can't see the reason at all.

Convenience is more convenient, but Li Yun still thinks that the handwriting printed out by the computer is not even a little bit worse than the handwritten words...

With the gradual practice, the level of calligraphy has also progressed more and more, and between the lines, all reflect the posture of "leisurely"...

"The so-called calligraphy is to turn the soul into words and reflect it on the paper, and there is a god who is the calligraphy..." Li Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and he waved his big pen, and the pen moved with his heart, so that he could engrave his own handwriting on the yellow paper without looking.

Unconsciously, the yellow paper has really been written, and the [Death Mantra] on it contains a leisurely artistic conception, and the font is not standardized, but it is full of charm.

"Hmm... Although there are always some weird ones, there is a free artistic conception in the afterlife spell. Li Yun muttered at this death spell, and always felt that there was something wrong.

"The shackles are solemn before death, and the troubles of life are empty after death, isn't this also the so-called leisure?" the system said.

"Some people are troubled in life and become empty after death, and some people are different, they are happy in life and empty after death, but in the end, no matter whether they are free or not, they cannot change the cause and effect that have disappeared in this life. Li Yun shook his head and put away the yellow paper money, which was engraved with the yellow paper money, and pulled it to the foot of the mountain to divide it.

"Senior brother, do you need my help..."Hanxiang looked at Li Yun carrying a bag of yellow paper money, and knew that he was ready to go down the mountain at a glance.

"I can still do this with your wet brother, I will pull this yellow paper money down the mountain and burn it for the villagers. Li Yun said with a smile, but he didn't know how much wishing power the yellow paper could bring.

"Senior brother, be careful all the way, I will take care of the house. Hanxiang shook her hand, and she still had a fruit sent by a small animal in her mouth.

...

Carrying a bamboo basket, I came to the village and found that today's village is not ordinary and lively, because the Qingming Festival has arrived, and there are a lot of cars in the village, not the local village, many of them are relatives of the villagers who went out of the field, and came back today to worship their ancestors, and by the way.

"On the day of the Qingming Dynasty of Heaven and Earth, when the ancestors are worshipped, the village is finally a little lively. Li Yun looked at the rows of small cars parked in front of the village entrance.

On weekdays, these Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and some other cars will not appear at the entrance of the village at all.

"Brother Yun!" Xiao Hei, who was wandering around the village, saw Li Yun's arrival and greeted him excitedly.

Xiao Hei still has a half-pulled wormwood cake hanging on the side of his mouth, which looks a little funny, but Xiao Hei doesn't care about the image, and just hula into his mouth.

"Today, on the day of your ancestors, I will give you some paper money. Li Yun said with a smile, anyway, he saw who would give a little bit.

"Paper money? My dad bought a lot of money and came back, so he didn't need so much..."Xiao Hei wanted to refuse, but when he looked at the words written on the yellow paper money, he couldn't take his eyes off it, and he could feel the words that were out of the dust.

Xiao Hei couldn't help but pick up a piece of yellow paper money and looked at it, muttering to himself: ", Brother Yun, aren't you really a calligrapher? This character is too beautiful..."

"Just write it as you like, it's not enough to worry about, hahahaha..." Li Yun didn't hide the smug in his tone, smiled and took out a stack of yellow paper money, and said, "How about it, do you want to, don't want me to give it to others." ”

"If you want it, of course... Hehe, thank you, Brother Yun, then I'll take it... It's a good handwriting, and if it weren't for paper money, my dad would probably have framed it at home. Xiao Hei scratched his head, looking at this paper money, it was a pity, if it was written on rice paper, it would definitely be valuable!

Li Yun touched Xiao Hei's little head and didn't speak, and casually put the yellow paper money into Xiao Hei's hand.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Hei went home with a stack of paper money.

This yellow paper money was also distributed to the surrounding people's homes...

...

At this time, in Village Chief Yang's office, Village Chief Yang was playing chess with a kind old man.

"Your chess skills are getting better and better..."The old man looked at Village Chief Yang with a smile on his face, saying that Village Chief Yang's chess skills were getting better and better, but the next step was to generalize him.

Seeing his handsome chess being eaten, Village Chief Yang was stunned, and he didn't know what expression to use to face it, and finally he could only say with a crying and laughing expression: "Hu Sheng Hu Sheng, your personality is still so bad, you like to praise others when they have a great advantage, and then kill them with one blow..."

"Hahaha, this is what my granddaughter taught me... What is this called? It seems to be called pleasure, very pleasant, haha!" said the old man Hu Sheng with a happy face, behind the pleasure, there is a kind of loneliness that belongs to the high.

A granddaughter of Hu Sheng wearing a wrinkled skirt next to her also smiled slightly and nodded.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang walked past Hu Sheng with pieces of paper money.

Hu Sheng accidentally saw the words on this paper money...

"This is..."