Under Yunsong's instructions.

The old man got into bed tremblingly.

But how could he sleep?

After squinting for a while, he opened his eyes again and said with a sad face: "Master Ninth, did I almost pass by just now?"

Yunsong asked casually: "Where to go?"

The old man said: "That's right, he was killed by a ghost and went to the underworld, just like the previous people, right?"

Yun Song said: "You have a beautiful idea. If you are killed by a ghost, your soul can go to the underworld? When you get old, your soul will be gone."

The old man couldn't sleep even more, and kept crying while holding the quilt.

He was sobbing in the ancestral hall late at night. A Bao was so sleepy that he almost came down and sent him away when he heard the sound.

Yun Song touched his arms.

Debao Silver has started working again.

This time he didn't get much money. There were three coins in total. Three coins were all coins, and one was a secret book called "Scud", which is a method of practicing Qi on the veins on the legs.

After practicing "Scud", the luck in your legs can speed up your running speed.

The other two coins are called "Smuggling Paper Man". This smuggling is not secret transportation, and this paper man is not engaged in transportation. It can steal luck. Yun Song can drive it to steal luck for himself.

This thing was useless, so Yun Song folded it up and put it in the Thunderbolt Cocoon for storage.

He is an upright Taoist priest and cannot use this to steal other people's luck for himself.

The last one is also a paper figure, called "White Paper Slave".

It can create a paper man, and after giving it yang energy, it can understand simple instructions and do simple tasks, which is equivalent to a robot slave.

Yunsong looked at the paper figure on the money and fell into deep thought: Why is it a paper figure and such a scary paper figure?

If it were a rubber man, with red lips, white teeth, and beautiful appearance, it would really be a killer!

Too bad it's not.

Time passed slowly, nothing happened in the second half of the night, everything was as usual.

The old man could stay up late longer than he could, curling up in bed until the sun rose.

As the morning glow shone into the ancestral hall room, the old man burst into tears.

Finally got over it.

He hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to go out, but as soon as he reached the door, there was a sound of 'wuwuwuwu'...

The old man suddenly froze.

He looked back at Yunsong in horror.

Yun Song calmly opened the door.

The cold wind of late autumn blew in with a chilly air, making him shiver.

At this time, breathe out in one breath.

The white mist is misty.

The children in the village had woken up early, and they were playing in the streets of the village, opening their mouths and blowing out white air and shouting "woo woo" - they were imitating a small train.

Qiao Dongliang, Qiao Shouxin and the others came over in a hurry. As soon as they met, they immediately asked: "Master Ninth, how are you doing?"

Yun Song told the story of last night. The group was dumbfounded, and then they all started talking:

"Is this a paper man buying his life? Did people before that buy their lives by letting paper men get on top of them in their sleep?"

"It turns out that what I got was the money from my father's hard work. Woo hoo, I'm happy to find out the money. I'm not a thing!"

"This paper man is so amazing. It can actually look like Guanyin?"

Yun Song said: "This is not buying life, this is buying longevity! The two are not the same thing. The ghost who can buy life is more powerful than the ghost who buys life!"

He didn't tell the truth.

There are two types of ghosts buying longevity. One is when someone manipulates ghosts to set up a trap to buy longevity, and the other is when ghosts have successful cultivation and buy longevity.

The former is easier to handle, but the latter is troublesome!

Ghosts who can buy their lifespan are already called ghosts and immortals. That is to say, this paper man is greedy and actually buys all their lifespans.

If this paper man is smarter and just buys these people's lifespan for a period of time, then the entire Changqiao Village can become its breeding farm, and the outside world will not notice anything abnormal at all.

In addition, he suspected that the paper man last night was just an errand, and that the real life-buying ghost was hiding behind it, because the longevity-buying ghost was very powerful and could not be dealt with by him in a few seconds.

Breakfast is shrimp wontons.

Add chicken soup to a large iron pot, and the round and chubby wontons are put into the pot. As the chicken soup rolls, they also jump in it.

The delicious taste came out all at once.

Boss Sha ran back in a hurry: "Is the meal ready?"

Yun Song asked: "Where did you go last night, and why didn't you come back all night?"

Boss Sha said with a sneer: "I was chatting with a madman all night. Master Ninth, please don't be angry. I haven't met anyone willing to chat with me for a long time. So I chatted for a while longer."

I heard that he had been chatting with Mr. Bao all night.

Yunsong perked up: "You chatted all night, so you must have gotten a lot of information?"

Boss Sha nodded hurriedly: "To be honest, Master Ninth, I have not insulted your trust. I have found out everything about this village."

Then he started to introduce to Yun Song that the dumplings made by the lady from the east side are delicious, the buns made by the aunt from the west side are thin and have big fillings, there is someone in the south gate who is good at making fish soup, and whose iron pot pancakes are delicious in the north gate...

Yunsong was shocked.

You spent the whole night asking how people in the village eat? I asked you to do research on ghosts, not to do a food show!

He interrupted Boss Sha and asked: "Brother, do you have any useful information?"

Boss Sha asked: "Are these useless? It affects whether we can have a good meal here."

Yunsong sighed: "It has something to do with ghosts! It has something to do with ghosts!"

Mr. Sha said: "Oh, this is also true. Every household in the village has ghosts. He stays here to guard these ghosts. Recently, the ghosts came out to borrow their birthdays. The people in the village are not dead yet. Wait until the ghosts return the borrowed longevity to them.

Just live.”

"But this is impossible!"

Boss Sha helped Yun Song analyze: "Isn't this nonsense? Will a fox borrow a chicken and pay it back?"

Yunsong nodded.

The running man is indeed crazy. He actually thinks that a ghost can return his life after borrowing his life. Even a fool like Boss Sha knows that this is impossible.

What interested him was that Pao Ye said that there were ghosts in every household in the village. What did this mean?

He thought again of the statues worshiped by every household.

There must be something wrong with this statue!

But when he was having breakfast, he went to Qiao Dongliang's house to see. What was enshrined in his house was a statue of Bodhisattva. It was made of solid white porcelain. The painting was delicate and there was nothing wrong with it.

Yunsong visited several more houses in succession and found that the statues enshrined by these houses were all fine!

He thought about it and decided to go to the old man's house who was celebrating his birthday today. If there was nothing wrong with his statue, then Yun Song would be really confused.

A very tragic thing happened. He took out the Bodhisattva statue and looked at it. There was nothing abnormal about the Bodhisattva statue either!

Until he saw the shrine where the Bodhisattva statue sat!

He came to the old man's house last night to see the statue of the god, and also noticed his shrine, a wooden box carved from black boards.

This time the shrine where the Bodhisattva statue is located has changed its appearance. It has become a simple shrine with carved patterns on the outside and cloud patterns on the bottom. It is much more exquisite than the shrine last night.

He then asked: "Why did you change the shrine dedicated to Bodhisattva in your home?"

The old man said: "Oh, that shrine is broken. This morning I went home to burn incense and found that the top of it collapsed, so I replaced it with this shrine."

Upon hearing this, Yunsong's heart brightened.

Find the problem!

There was something wrong with yesterday's shrine!

He recalled later that all the shrines in the village——

All the shrines in the village are made of the same black wood. I am afraid that there is something wrong with the shrines in the whole village!

He asked the old man: "You were haunted by a ghost last night, and I killed the ghost. Then you came home in the morning and found the shrine broken. Have you never thought about whether there is something wrong with the shrine?"

The old man said blankly: "What can be wrong with the shrine?"

Yunsong was speechless.

The people in the village in this era are really weak-minded. At best, they are simple, at worst, they are weak!

Qiao Shouxin was the smart one inside, and he said with a tigerish face: "Master Ninth said there must be something wrong with it, so there must be something wrong with it, so why are you still standing there? Why don't you take out the shrine quickly? Where did you do it?"
To be continued...