Chapter 1593 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 3
"This is a versatile garment. Since I don't know your name, I can only use this for now."
As she spoke, she took out a tinderbox and lit it under the woman's curious gaze.
With a deafening roar, it was completely annihilated in less than three seconds.
The woman was now wearing an extra piece of clothing.
The other person hung their head, their hands unsure of what to do with them.
Song Jinhuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, no matter what you do with it within seven days, it won't break."
The woman was overjoyed, "Really?"
She gently touched the flower on her left breast and exclaimed, "It's folded so beautifully!"
Then he spun around twice in place, lively and cheerful.
Song Jinhuan's smile widened, and she straightened her back with pride, saying, "You will stay with me for the next few days, and I will help you recover your memories. In this way, you will be able to visit your family in their dreams."
The woman nodded happily, "I will listen to the Taoist priest."
She's so lucky to have met such a wonderful Taoist priest!
Song Jinhuan first led her back to the Gates of Hell, and after using runes to leave her body, she spoke with the ghost messenger in charge of that area.
"Please trouble the ghost messenger to register this. I will bring her back within seven days and then she will enter the gates of hell again."
The ghost messenger looked the woman up and down, then quickly wrote, "Pure body, seven days as limit, acceptable."
"If we can lead her to the Yellow Springs, it will surely be a meritorious deed." The ghost messenger was quite envious.
Song Jinhuan cupped his hands in greeting and asked with a smile, "How should I address you, sir?"
The ghost messenger glanced at her. "Zhao Kang, from Mizhou."
Song Jinhuan cupped his hands again and said sweetly, "It is my honor to meet you, sir.
"May I ask what your hobbies are, sir?"
While asking questions, she waved to the woman.
The woman walked over obediently.
Zhao Kang pushed the inkpad in front of her, and after watching her press her fingerprint, he raised his chin and said, "Don't have any other thoughts."
He then winked at Song Jinhuan and lowered his voice, saying, "I love wine. The large bowls from Jinjin Shop paired with Xiao's Baijiu are absolutely perfect!"
Song Jinhuan understood.
Back in the mortal realm, Song Jinhuan took out a palm-sized gourd from his cloth bag, opened the lid, and said, "Go in."
The woman quickly hid inside and whispered, "Thank you, Taoist priest."
Song Jinhuan touched the gourd, quickly left the shop, spent a day doing errands for others and earned some money, then bought wine for Zhao Kang, made a simple tombstone, and sent the wine down.
When dealing with people from all walks of life, personal relationships are very important.
When things are delivered properly and on time, things will go much more smoothly.
"Does this look familiar?" Song Jinhuan asked as she walked around the villages surrounding the woods.
Woman: No.
"But just now, the image of embroidering mandarin ducks suddenly flashed through my mind."
Song Jinhuan's eyes brightened slightly. "Is there anything else?"
The woman sat inside the gourd, shaking her head towards the outside, "That's all."
Embroidered mandarin ducks?
They were either women waiting to be married or seamstresses!
The scope has been narrowed.
Song Jinhuan entered a teahouse, secretly looked around, and then casually sat down at an empty table where people were chatting animatedly about gossip.
Prick up your ears!
The lively chatter at the table suddenly stopped, and all four pairs of eyes turned to her.
They asked in unison, puzzled, "Who are you?"
Song Jinhuan poured himself a glass of water and calmly said, "Traveler, come in and rest. Can't you sit here?"
The man in the blue shirt subtly reminded them, "Of course we can, but the four of us are old friends."
Song Jinhuan understood, observed his face quietly, and after a few breaths, asked, "Friend, did you have an argument with someone yesterday?"
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