"Master Gu, what are you doing? It's time to go."
Kong Hanan called out, and Gu Qiang gathered around the coffin, amazed.
"Sir, the wood of this coffin is indeed rare. Your blow just now was extremely powerful, but it only broke the lid.
I see that Lord Ma doesn't have a proper weapon. Why don't we take this coffin back and find a skilled craftsman to make him a gun?
You two go ahead, I'll stay here and Master Ma will come back to pick me up later."
Gu Qiang was no fool, he could see that Shangguan was unhappy with the conflict between him and Ma Mian.
Moreover, although he is a ghost messenger, he has never practiced cultivation. At critical moments, the one who is really useful is the horse, and he must not be offended at this time.
Kong Han was happy to see his two subordinates getting along harmoniously, so he naturally nodded in agreement.
Poor Ma Mian had to run again to carry the coffin. Mr. Gu lay comfortably in the coffin and let Ma Mian take him back to the Kong residence.
There is no other way. Gu Qiang has been controlled by ghost cultivators before and doesn’t know how to practice, let alone the art of flying in the sky. I can only trouble Lord Ma for help.
Ma Mian was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do for the time being.
A breeze followed behind them, blowing up the paper money scattered on the ground, making it spin playfully.
Early the next morning, Kong Hanan called Ma Mian and Gu Qiang and went to Dongyue Temple together.
Mr. Gu is indeed a good man for nine generations. Other ghosts are afraid of the sun and only dare to go out in the middle of the night.
But Mr. Gu, dressed in his official uniform, was not afraid of the sun.
The wind in the plum season was very irritating, making Kong Hanan feel like he was on a spring outing, except that there was a monster and a ghost beside him, which spoiled the mood a bit.
The Taoist chief of Dongyue Temple sensed Kong Hanan's arrival from afar and stood guard at the temple gate.
The two men greeted each other, Ma Mian gave the Taoist leader a tear, and then went into the stable on his own.
Kong Hanan left Gu Qiang to the Taoist chief and asked them to communicate in detail about the situation in the Gu Mansion. He then wandered off to the main hall.
He needs to discuss the construction of the underworld with the emperor. He can't just send ghosts to the underworld and send them to the wilderness.
He even boasted about the underworld in the human world.
Because they got up early, there were not many pilgrims, and a little Taoist boy was sitting inside, dozing off.
Kong Hanan took a look and was delighted. Isn't this his great-great-great...great-grandson?
He put his hands behind his back and imitated the teachers in the academy as he went over and knocked.
"Sir, are you asleep?"
The little Taoist boy was startled and when he opened his eyes he saw Kong Hanan with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
"Oh my god, why are you here again!"
Perhaps feeling that he was being rude, the little Taoist boy quickly apologized.
"Wulian Tianzun, Mr. Kong forgives you."
Kong Hanan waved his hand. How could he be on the same level as his junior?
He bowed sincerely to the statue on the main seat.
No response.
Kong Hanan was stunned. Is the posture wrong?
Kneel down and bow again.
Still no response.
The Taoist boy curled his lips. How could the emperor like this guy when he was so perfunctory in his worship?
How about teaching him a lesson? Wait, what is he doing!?
Kong Hanan was a little anxious. He felt that it was not a problem of posture.
How did I get the emperor to pay attention to me last time?
It seems like I have recharged the emperor's account.
Well, got it!
Kong Hanan reached into his arms and, under the horrified gaze of the little Taoist boy, took out the folded paper man.
The statue's almond-shaped eyes turned around, and the atmosphere in the main hall instantly became extremely solemn.
The corners of the emperor's mouth twitched unconsciously.
You kid, here again?
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