In Chinese folklore, July is the Ghost Month, and the fifteenth is the Ghost Festival, that is, the day when the Ghost Gate is opened.

For others, Halloween is just an ordinary holiday, but for Uncle Nine it is different.

I saw that the ninth uncle and Qiusheng in the house kept printing on a piece of white paper with a template for printing money, repeating it like a machine.

Every year on the Halloween Festival, Uncle Jiu's apprentices and others will be very busy, busy printing money, who calls Uncle Nine is the bank class of the underworld.

"Master, you said that if you give me this silver, then I will not be rich."

While printing the dark money, Qiu Sheng looked at the oversized denomination of the dark money in his hand and sighed.

"If you want it, take it all, don't be polite to the master."

Uncle Nine pounded the ink with both hands and said angrily.

"Master, why don't you want to catch ghosts, you see that everyone else is making a lot of money, but we can only watch from the sidelines, and we will drink the northwest wind after a while."

Qiu Sheng's tone was a little complaining, Li Ge bought the geist on a large scale, and watched other people make a lot of money, how could he not be blushing.

It's a pity that Qiusheng has persuaded Uncle Nine many times, but Uncle Nine just refuses to catch ghosts.

"Do things for the teacher, and use you to teach?"

Although Uncle Nine is also very red-eyed, he can't wipe his face a little.

The key is that Halloween is approaching, and he doesn't have that time for the time being, and has been busy printing money recently.

The prefectural bank's big class is not so easy to do, and the key is that the prefectural government still does not pay salaries.

Most of the money that Uncle Nine makes every year is invested here, but fortunately, he sold a lot of Li Ge talismans not long ago, and Uncle Nine has a lot of money.

"Master, didn't you print 4,000 taels last year, why do you want to print 5,000 taels this year?"

Qiusheng asked curiously.

"Now that prices are rising, everything should be added at the top, and some should be added below."

After checking the coin, Uncle Nine walked to the table and sat down, only to see Uncle Nine pick up the brush, dip some ink and start writing.

Things went on in an orderly manner, and in the blink of an eye, the dark coins were finally printed.

"Hurry up and burn all the money, don't delay the hour."

Uncle Nine put down the pen and asked Qiusheng to take out all the money and burn it.

"Wencai, didn't you ask him to help print the money, why didn't you see him all night?"

Uncle Nine asked with a dark face.

"Wencai, he knows that he is short, so he went to the theater to occupy a place first."

Qiusheng replied while burning the money.

"What is the position, tonight's play is for ghosts."

Uncle Nine couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, his face instantly darkened, and the two apprentices really didn't have any worries.

"Hurry up and burn the money, and then go and get Wencai back."

After burning all the money, Uncle Nine took Qiusheng to the theater.

It was July 15, the sky was much darker than usual, and the doors of every house were closed, after all, everyone was afraid of encountering something dirty.

The only theater in the town is brightly lit at this time, and the sound of gongs and drums can be faintly heard, and there is obviously a troupe singing.

However, in the theater of Nuoda, there is only one audience in the audience, which is Wencai, the disciple of Uncle Jiu.

"I knew that no one was coming, so I wouldn't have come to occupy a place, and I would definitely be scolded by the master again when I went back."

Wen Cai ate the sugar cane and muttered to himself.

"Good!"

Seeing the people singing on the stage, he looked at himself, and Wen Cai hurriedly applauded, thinking that the other party was greeting him.

In fact, at this time, the entire theater was already full of ghosts, but ordinary people couldn't see ghosts if they didn't open their eyes.

At the back of the group of ghosts, there are four ghosts, who condescendingly monitor the group of ghosts to prevent them from escaping.

"Master, what the hell, you see how happy Wen Cai is watching there alone."

Uncle Nine and Qiusheng came to the backstage of the theater and immediately saw the literary talents in the audience.

"I usually tell you to read more books and practice the Tao more, but you just don't listen, and you can't see ghosts if you don't open your eyes."

Uncle Nine was so angry that he accepted these two apprentices, and he didn't know what evil he had done in his previous life.

"Stick the willow leaf above your eyebrows."

Uncle Nine took out two willow leaves from his arms, put them above his eyebrows, and handed Qiusheng two willow leaves.

Qiusheng pasted the willow leaves as he said, and then looked at the theater, and suddenly saw a dense group of ghosts, and immediately gasped.

However, at this moment, a female ghost walked out of the group of ghosts, obviously taking a fancy to Wencai, and walked towards Wencai with a drooling smile and a groan.

"Oh no, there's a female ghost who wants to find the boss."

Looking at the female ghost, Uncle Nine suddenly frowned.

"What?"

Qiusheng didn't understand.

"I just want to hang him!"

Uncle Nine explained angrily.

But just as the female ghost approached Wencai, suddenly a powerful female ghost fell from the sky, and the surrounding ghosts retreated one after another, as if they were all a little afraid of this female ghost.

This female ghost is dressed in ancient costumes, and her ghost aura is extremely huge, and she has been practicing Taoism for at least a hundred years.

The formation of a hundred-year-old ghost does not have to be dead for a hundred years, just like a martial artist in the martial arts world, it does not have to be cultivated for a hundred years to be able to have a hundred years of internal strength.

I saw the female ghost walk to Wen Cai's side and blow at Wen Cai, Wen Cai suddenly felt a blur in front of him, and couldn't help rubbing his hand a few times, and when he opened his eyes again, a beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

"There are so many people, when did you come......"

When Wen Cai saw the female ghost, his eyes suddenly straightened.

"You were just watching the show, of course you didn't find out."

The female ghost smiled coquettishly.

"Qiusheng, Wencai has been bewitched by the female ghost, while it is still too late, you hurry over to save him."

Without waiting for Qiusheng to speak, Uncle Nine had already taken out a red rope and tied it around his wrist.

"Master, you are profound, so let's go."

Looking at the dense ghosts, how could Qiusheng not be afraid.

"It is precisely because of the profundity of the way for the teacher that if you go for the teacher, you will scare the ghosts away."

Uncle Nine glared at Qiusheng fiercely, and then without waiting for Qiusheng to refuse, he directly kicked Qiusheng out.

There is no doubt about the result, just like in the movie, Qiusheng was also confused by the female ghost.

Under the slow inducement of the female ghost, Wencai and Qiusheng, just like in the original play, used some tricks to directly put down the four ghosts.

The four ghosts almost fell, and the ghosts who were originally watching the play began to run away.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine was immediately anxious, and hurriedly took out the bag that hit the ghost and ran over to cast a spell to collect the ghost.

But the number of ghosts is huge, and he is bent on escaping, how can Uncle Nine be busy alone?

"Rise!"

Just when Uncle Nine was in a hurry, a soft cheer suddenly sounded outside the theater.

The theater suddenly shone brightly, and eight pillars of light rose, instantly blocking the entire theater, making it impossible for those ghosts to escape.

"Innate Bagua Array!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly lit up and muttered.