What would it feel like to see your deceased father in broad daylight, under the clear blue sky?

Master Jiang is a true master; he was right.

Yang Tianshi forced himself to remain calm and asked his father, "Dad, I've invited a very powerful master over. Just tell me what you need, and I, as your son, will definitely grant it."

Mr. Yang sighed softly, turned around and said, "You may come out now."

Then, Yang Tianshi watched as more than a dozen ghosts dressed as farmhands from the old days emerged, their ages ranging from teenagers to their thirties.

Most of them were dressed in rags, with only a few wearing clothes he had burned for his father, but these were the old man's style and looked somewhat out of place on them.

The dozen or so people had their heads down, their eyes darting around.

Yang Tianshi felt a mix of emotions; these days, even ghosts would feel ashamed.

"What is this?" he asked.

Yang's father sighed softly, "They are pitiful people too."

The village at the foot of the mountain was formerly known as Buried Gold Village. Legend has it that when the emperor of the Southern Dynasty fled south, he buried countless gold and silver treasures he brought with him somewhere on the mountain.

Many people came after hearing the legend, but legends are just legends, and most of them just wandered around and didn't take it seriously.

But in that turbulent era, most people were impoverished and fled to this place, so they came up with the idea of ​​burying gold on this mountain.

The local villagers didn't take it seriously at first. If there really was some treasure, they wouldn't have gone undiscovered for so many years.

One day, Chen Ergou from the village found a gold ingot in the field.

One gold ingot was more than enough to support the entire village for a year.

Chen Ergou had no children and was usually a cheerful person. When he found the food, he didn't keep it all to himself but shared it equally with everyone. There was no other way; people were too poor back then, and there was a famine. If they didn't have enough to eat, many people in the village would starve to death.

The principle of not flaunting wealth is an irrefutable truth.

This attracted the attention of the refugees.

They felt that the entire village wanted to keep the treasure for themselves.

No matter how much the villagers explained, those people just wouldn't listen.

Finally, on a stormy night, the group gathered together, poisoned the village's only well, and arrested all the elderly, women, and children in the village.

They threatened the able-bodied men in the village that if they weren't taken up to dig for treasure, they would kill one person a day.

Once a person loses their conscience, they are more terrifying than any jackal, wolf, or tiger.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, their狰狞 faces were visible, along with the weak cries of the elderly, women, and children.

Those were their parents, wives, and children.

These dozen or so men had no choice but to lead their men up the mountain.

But they had no idea where the treasure was. They wandered around the mountain, eventually deciding that they were going to die either way, so they might as well fight them to the death.

They secretly stole their tools and started fighting them.

Unfortunately, fate was not on their side. They all died that rainy night, while some of the gang escaped and, in a fit of rage, killed the entire village and ran away with the village's remaining money.

At that time, this was a very remote little village, and no one knew that such a big thing had happened.

Heavy rains triggered landslides.

The surging mud and sand not only submerged them, but also the innocent villagers at the foot of the mountain.

The evils of this village were thus buried and never saw the light of day again.

These dozen or so people have been dead for nearly eighty years, buried in this dark and sunless pit, unknown and unworshipped, becoming lonely ghosts.

It just so happened that Yang's father was buried right above them, and Yang's father happened to have a filial son who burned countless offerings for him during festivals. Perhaps it was because he burned so much incense for his old father that he awakened them.

Mr. Yang had been occupying a large plot of land, until one day a lot of ghosts started visiting his door.

Hearing their story, Yang's father, who was waiting in line to be reincarnated, also sighed. In those days, people were sometimes more terrifying than ghosts.

He asked, "Why don't you reincarnate?"

If they were to be reincarnated as humans, they would already be grandparents.

Chen Dashan was the oldest among these dozen or so ghosts.

He shook his head and said, "The ghost messengers have not come to us yet, and we ourselves do not know how to report down below."

If there is any hatred between them, then they certainly do.

But after so many years, they felt they had forgotten as well.

Especially now that we live in a new era, those who killed them may have already been reincarnated several times, and the old grudges should have faded away by now.

Yang's father felt sorry for them and often helped them out.

But if he's still alive, that's fine. But what if he gets reincarnated someday? What will happen to these ghosts? Will they continue to live in this dark and hopeless place?

That's when Yang's father started to have designs on his son.

Unfortunately, he was a new ghost with weak ghostly power, and could only bring his son a few words of news.

Fortunately, the son wasn't entirely stupid; he finally understood what he meant and brought the real Celestial Master over.

Yang's father bowed to Jiang Si and said, "Please, Master Jiang, you must help me with this."

The dozen or so people also knelt down, pleading, "Please, Master Jiang, you must save us."

Jiang Si had been listening to their story the whole time without offering any opinions.

Her expression was calm and composed: "How do you want me to help you?"

Chen Dashan said, "I have no desires in this life, I only ask that Master Jiang help us find a good family in the next life." He looked down at the tall buildings below, a strange greed on his face. "I hope that in the next life I will no longer suffer from hunger and cold, and that I will be a rich person."

The requirements are neither too high nor too low.

No matter how powerful Jiang Si is, she is just a celestial master. She has no right to interfere in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

One should know that a person's reincarnation is ordained by fate.

Looking at the mud and debris under her feet, Jiang Si suddenly said, "Aren't you curious if there really is treasure on this mountain?"

Yang Tianshi: "???"

"This is actually true?"

If there really is a treasure, how much gold and silver must there be? The emperors of the Southern Dynasties plundered so much of the people's wealth.

They were at the top of the mountain. Jiang Si turned around and pointed to the two prominent peaks on the left and right, saying, "Look, don't the shapes of these two mountains look a bit like the ancient Pixiu?"

"It is said that Pixiu loves gold and silver the most, so wherever gold is buried in the world, the mountain peaks will more or less take the shape of Pixiu."

For these merchants, especially those from the south, the Pixiu is an extremely familiar creature.

He strained to look at the two mountains, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything special about them.

The dozen or so ghosts also craned their necks, trying to figure out the secret to burying the gold.

Yang Tianshi looked at it from all angles but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up. "Please enlighten me, Master Jiang."

Jiang Si frowned slightly, finding it a bit unbelievable: "Can't you all see it when it's so obvious?"

Li Jianshan didn't notice either, but he dared not say anything.

He was afraid his master would think he was stupid.

"Tsk tsk," Jiang Si shook her head in exasperation, "I've practically laid out the path to wealth right in your faces, and you still can't see it."