Chapter 398: Book of Life and Death System
Murong Jinran said with a vigilant look on his face: "I have heard from my grandfather since I was a child that the Ghost Gate is not a good thing. It is home to the most vicious ghosts in the world, and even the underworld can't do anything to them."
"Zhuo Fan is actually a disciple of Ghost Gate. So, did he come to me because he had been targeting me for a long time?"
"What does he want from my family? Property? The family treasure?"
Jiang Ci held his forehead with his hand.
Who on earth is in charge of his grandmother's Ghost Gate now, and how could they ruin the Ghost Gate that she created like this?
The Ghost Gate was supposed to be a place that collected merits, but now it has become a psychological shadow that everyone avoids.
Don't let her know who it is, otherwise she will bullet his head full of bullets!
"Look down again."
After her reminder, Murong Jinran continued to look through Zhuo Fan's files.
"Master Jiang, you...you even checked his interpersonal relationships thoroughly."
The information even includes the people Zhuofan contacted most frequently in the past three years.
Among them, the ones who had the most contact were Jiang Yi and Jiang Li.
Of course, Zhuo Fan contacted these two people unilaterally more often, mostly greetings during holidays and communicating about some matters of the Shanhai Student Union.
"He really is a Jiang clan bootlicker, rushing to curry favor with the two young masters every day." Murong Jinran seemed to be used to it. "No wonder I thought he had a good relationship with Jiang Yi and Jiang Li. It seems that he is bent on climbing up the social ladder."
Jiang Ci was in deep thought.
The access control of the Jiang clan is related to the restriction of the Ghost Gate, and Zhuo Fan, a disciple of the Ghost Gate, is too close to the two young masters of the Jiang clan.
There must be something involved.
We will have to wait until the little statue comes back to find out the details.
"Oh, let's not talk about this unlucky thing. Master Jiang, Qingming Festival is in two days. If you are free, can you accompany me to visit the grave?"
Jiang Ci asked in surprise: "Accompany you to the grave?"
Does she need an outsider to accompany her to the grave?
"Yes, I'm here to sweep my mother's grave." Murong Jinran asked a little embarrassedly, "I heard from my brother that you invited the Lord of the Underworld to the forbidden area that day..."
After she said this, Jiang Ci also understood.
"You want to see your mother?"
Murong Jinran waved his hands hastily: "No, no, what I mean is, I want to know if my mother is doing well down there? Do you need me to burn something for her?"
"Master Jiang, to be honest with you, it's very difficult to find a reliable psychic."
"Last year my brother hired a swindler who lied to us, saying my mother was living a miserable life down there and that we needed to hold a ritual to help her soul to rest in peace. We spent a lot of money, but it turned out to be a charlatan."
Jiang Ci asked back: "The Middle Thousand Worlds is the world of cultivators. Is it that difficult to find a master?"
"Difficult! Very difficult!" Murong Jinran sighed, "Most of the reliable psychics have been won over by the aristocratic families. They won't take jobs from outside. Even if there are some who can take jobs, the price is very high, but expensive is nothing. They also have very bad tempers, and their various demands must be met."
"In the Eastern Region, the status of a Xuanshi is higher than that of a warrior cultivator."
"So it's normal for them to have tempers, but I don't think all these people combined are as powerful as you, Master Jiang."
Jiang Ci agreed readily.
Two days later.
Qingming Festival is here.
The Murong family started preparing the sacrificial items early in the morning.
Jiang Ci sat aside and watched the brother and sister busying about leisurely.
For the underworld, the happiest days are Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival.
At this time, relatives in the world of the living will burn something for the souls to express their grief.
After receiving gold and silver ingots and general paper money for the dead, the ghosts can live a good life in the underworld.
But if no one in the world worships them, they can only make money by working hard.
And because of the inflation of ghost money, maybe the money earned from working hard for a month is not enough to buy a bowl of noodles.
The Murong family was well prepared.
Incense, candles, paper money, gold ingots, tributes, vegetarian wine, food, flowers, etc.
The Murong siblings were in heavy hearts. They walked in front and took Jiang Ci to the ancestral tomb in the back mountain, followed by a group of people from the same clan.
Jiang Ci looked around and found that apart from the old patriarch who had difficulty walking, the head of the Murong family was also not there.
"Where's your dad?"
Murong Jinran didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Grandpa said that Dad's gambling addiction is too severe, and he has to be locked up for a period of time."
Jiang Ci seemed to be thinking about something and looked at the mountain behind.
"The feng shui is good, it is indeed suitable for an ancestral grave."
Murong Yun said: "The ancestors knew that their evil deeds would affect future generations, so they specially chose a good Feng Shui site as their ancestral grave."
Jiang Ci: "If you don't accumulate virtue when you are alive, and you expect to rely on the feng shui of your ancestral grave to reverse the cause and effect after you die, you are overthinking."
The feng shui of ancestral tombs will indeed bring some blessings to future generations, but this kind of blessing cannot be as great as the blessings that come from one's own good deeds.
Murong's ancestors picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelons, and left the sins they committed to their descendants to clean up.
To put it bluntly, they just want to satisfy themselves first, but don't want to bear the consequences.
Murong Jinran nodded: "Master Jiang is right. If you don't accumulate virtue while you are alive, you will go to hell when you die."
"During this tomb sweep, Grandpa has said that we don't need to worship any of the ancestors who have done immoral things. We can just start from our great-great-grandfather's generation."
Jiang Ci went to the ancestral grave and took a look.
Oh no!
It's true.
I saw that most of the old graves were overgrown with weeds, and the grass on the graves was two meters high, but no one had cleaned it up.
On the other hand, the tomb of Murong's great-grandfather was kept clean and spotless.
The Murong people placed incense, candles and offerings and began the sacrifice.
While they were offering sacrifices, Jiang Ci took a nap under a nearby tree, and again and again dragged Hades into his dreams.
"Ah Ci, you're looking for me so soon?"
Jiang Ci handed him the phone directly.
"What's wrong? Want to get a new phone? No problem!"
"Give me a life and death book system on my phone, preferably one that can locate and contact ghosts in real time."
The King of Hell said darkly, "Real-time location contact? Ah Ci, which pretty boy ghost have you taken a fancy to this time?"
"You're overthinking it. It's more convenient to contact ghosts this way."
"Not all ghosts can afford cell phones~"
"Don't give me that. We have burned so many sacrificial items in the human world. Even if we can't afford the latest mobile phone in the underworld, we can still use the one burned by our relatives."
Hades said seriously: "But we are developing faster below. The mobile phones burned in the world of the living are equivalent to Nokia in the world of the living..."
"Whatever, as long as we can talk and video chat, that's fine."
Jiang Ci shoved the phone into his arms fiercely, "Go quickly and come back soon!"
Hades had no choice but to leave with her phone.
After a moment, he came back.
"I found the most powerful programmer to download and install it for you. Only you can access this Book of Life and Death system."
Jiang Ci was in a good mood and pinched his handsome face, "Thanks, handsome~"
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