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On the edge of the cliff, the mountain wind blows and makes the woods rattle.

Bing Sanzhang and a few people stood on the edge of the cliff, lined up and looked into the distance.

"Hey, the field of vision is broad! The scenery is unexpectedly good!" Bing Sanzhang was a little surprised, recently I have heard about the Baihugang evil door or something, and I thought this was the base camp of the dark attributes, and it was gloomy everywhere like in the cartoon, and I didn't think that the sun was unexpectedly shining, it was just another style of painting.

The sun was shining down, and the deep valley below was still invisible. The strange mountains and rocks on the opposite side shine brightly and beautifully, and the field of vision is full of early spring green. Standing here and looking into the distance, the mood is particularly comfortable.

The old ghost changed color a little, and said: "I don't know how deep this valley is, under the dense miasma, it can still reveal such a strong resentment, it is like a hole directly connected to the eighteenth layer of hell." Shopkeeper, you shouldn't stay here for a long time!"

Mao Shanying squinted at him and sneered: "The ghost is strong, it's a big supplement for you, why didn't you think about wanting to take a bite, but turned around to run?"

The old ghost said indifferently: "Rich is a great supplement?" It seems that you say that you are not good at learning, but you are really not modest. You have to drink water every day, and when there is a flood, do you dare to jump in and drink it? This kind of obvious truth still needs to be explained by me, you are really right not to say your master's name, if I were your master, I will not let you mention my name, it is too embarrassing!"

"You!" Mao Shan was angry, and he couldn't find a reason to talk back, so he could only snort heavily.

Dong Chao and Xue Ba couldn't help laughing.

Bing Sanzhang rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "Do you have kung fu to fight and don't have the kung fu to work?" Hurry up, the shop is a little water ghost himself, and he may not run back to the wine tank to sleep at any time." Let's get it done sooner and go back early. ”

"Shopkeeper, we didn't take the guys with us, the wind is too strong in this place, you don't need to light a fire, just put the paper money on the ground and blow it away. Why don't we dig a hole?"

Dong Chao patted Xue Ba and said, "Brother, you are confused, this place is a stone except for stones, and there are no guys around, you can't dig it out with your teeth, you can't pick up a few stones to build an earthen stove!"

Mao Shanying didn't know where to pick up a broken tile basin and brought it over, and said proudly: "I don't know how to use my brain to work, this place is full of dead ghosts, nothing else, there are rotten jars and broken tile basins." You see I've picked up the biggest and best, not to mention this little thing, I can stuff it if I double it. ”

Bing Sanzhang was dumbfounded and said, "Can this thing work?"

"Hey, shopkeeper, you're worried. Mao Shanying said with a smile: "You look at this tile pot polished by the wind and sand, you can't see the original appearance, let alone a few decades, the one inside is either reincarnated or turned into nothing." Let's borrow it!"

Bing Sanzhang pointed at the old ghost and said: "There is more than a hundred years here, is your theory of decades reliable?"

Mao Shanying rolled his eyes and said, "There can be a few hundred-year-old ghosts in this world, you can use them with confidence!

Bing Sanzhang shrugged his shoulders and beckoned Xue Ba and the two to come over and take over, and the two of them carried the things to the edge of the cliff, and the incense, candles, paper money, and other brains were still inside.

Mao Shanying pinched the finger of the sword in his hand, drew a rune in front of the brazier, and with a slap of his palm, flames erupted from the brazier.

Bing Sanzhang sighed, and said in his heart that if you had come early, I wouldn't have been so worried about making a fire!

"Shopkeeper, let's say a few words!"

The old ghost handed over three sticks of incense, Bing Sanzhang took it in his hand and thought about it, stood in front of the brazier, bowed three times from afar, and said, "Everyone...... Forehead...... Neighbors, contemptible Bing Sanzhang, opened an inn on Baihugang, named Youqi, this time, even if it is to visit the neighborhood, burn some ingots candles and invite you to eat flowing water seats. Bless me with a prosperous business and a prosperous financial resource. Eh, where did the paper man come from?"

Halfway through Bing Sanzhang's speech, he saw Xue Ba taking a paper figure and stuffing it into the brazier.

Xue Ba's eyes were resentful: "Shopkeeper, I carried it all the way, didn't you look at it?"

"Nonsense, tell you two to go quickly, don't you grind in the back, blame me?" Bing Sanzhang unceremoniously gave him a brain meltdown, and said: "I don't know how many lonely souls and wild ghosts below, you burn a virgin down, isn't it the same as throwing a bomb?"

"However, the boys have already been burned, so it's not appropriate not to burn the virgins......

"What so much nonsense, if it weren't for your quick hands, I wouldn't let the boy burn it! Throw it aside, you really have no taboos, what you catch and burn!"

Bing Sanzhang was speechless, I, a descendant, know that paper people and paper horses can't be burned casually, they can only be used when they are specially used to set up a mourning hall for relatives, you Song Dynasty people don't know?

Only then did Xue Ba throw the paper figure aside and continue to refill the paper money into the brazier.

Bing Sanzhang handed the incense in his hand to Dong Chao, he took it and inserted it in front of the brazier, took out a few rice cakes to worship the mountain, and arched his hand to complete the tribute.

It was not a serious memorial in the first place, and everyone was idle after chanting two sentences, Bing Sanzhang was trapped on the hill of the thatched house for a long time, and now he saw different scenery, and he couldn't see enough of it.

The old ghost stared at the deep valley, and suddenly said: "Shopkeeper, you said that when there were yellow turban thieves in the Qingzhou territory back then, did all the dead people be thrown here?" ”

Bing Sanzhang was stunned for a moment, thought about it and nodded: "Probably, after all, it's not far away, why did you suddenly think of this?"

"Feel it, because Baihugang has a peculiar terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and can store troops and hide thieves, somehow I think of that little thing in the Three Kingdoms period. I don't know how many people died when the Yellow Turban thieves attacked Qingzhou Mansion back then!"

Mao Shanying just walked over, only heard the second half of the sentence, and said with contempt: "You are a cook who is still sad and sad, do you know how to read?"

The old ghost looked at him and said to Bing Sanzhang: "Shopkeeper, I don't need to be paid after I apply and the account!"

Mao Shan Ying was anxious: "Eh, I don't take you like this! You old ghost is useless to take money, but I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet!"

"That's not right, the salary and everything are stored in the shopkeeper's side, and when you marry your daughter-in-law, you will be given your daughter-in-law directly. ”

"Old ghost, blocking people's money is like killing your parents!"

"Just you? ”

A Maoshan Taoist priest and a hundred-year-old ghost, the two of them were fighting cocks together, and their mouths sprayed each other unceremoniously.

Bing Sanzhang patted it away, and turned away lightly. I didn't bother to pay attention to these two idiots raising their mouths.

The paper money in the brazier was quickly burned, and several people bowed casually, turned around and went home.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]