Chapter 15: Hurry up and get it while it's hot
The big white goose was beaten hard and was so scared that it shrank its neck. It wanted to quack a few times, but Duan Anlu glared back at it.
It also feels aggrieved. The goose's eyes have a peculiar structure, so everything looks several sizes smaller when it sees them.
Duan Anluo was too delicate in appearance, and when it saw his profile from the doorway, it really thought he was a pretty girl.
Feeling guilty, it cleverly changed its tone: "Master, calm down! I'm very nimble and good at running errands and doing odd jobs! The wages are negotiable, not expensive! Only three incense sticks for ten kilometers."
Duan Anluo raised his eyebrows and looked at the goose with messy feathers suspiciously: "You? Are you okay?"
"Sure! Absolutely!" The big white goose puffed out its chest, flapped its wings, and looked very confident. "I have a wild way! Just tell me what to do!"
Duan Anluo pondered for a moment, told it his request, and pointed casually: "Go."
The big white goose seemed to have been pardoned, and it rushed out with its "da da da" steps, swaying from side to side.
"Hey!" Duan Anluo looked at its back as it sprinted with its head down, but actually it wasn't running very fast. "Are you running?!"
Goose: "Don't worry, I have a way!"
Duan Anluo felt a chill in his heart. At this rate, when would he be able to come back?
However, it delivered what Duan Anluo wanted that afternoon: a wrinkled, used piece of talisman paper. On that yellow paper, a trace of spiritual energy remained from the master's spell.
"Gah! Pah!" The goose flung the talisman paper to the ground in disgust, tidying its soiled feathers with its beak. It said with disdain, "My mouth stinks of blood! It stinks! Hello, eighty kilometers, a total of twenty-four incense sticks. Would you like to pay in installments or all at once?"
Duan Anluo was puzzled: "How did you get it? Are you running so fast?"
Goose: "Then don't worry about it. I told you, I have a way."
To a mystic, a spirit like this one looked like an ant to an adult. Aside from a child, no adult would deliberately step on an ant, especially one that already possessed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Stepping on it would only bring about a sin of killing.
There are many ants like it. In order to survive, they gather together and learn from humans how to cooperate and achieve mutual benefit.
They don't ask for much, just incense and tribute, as long as they are full. If the payment is settled in one go, they will eat together, if it is settled in installments, they will eat on their own. Help each other and make the world bigger and stronger!
Duan Anluo tried it, and it was indeed the one used by the old Taoist priest. The other party's little ghost wanted to kill Mu Qingzhuo, and the car was contaminated with this spiritual energy. Unfortunately, there was too little, not enough. The illegitimate child had a lot of it.
He was impressed that geese were so capable in this era!
Duan Anluo generously paid it off in one lump sum and also gave a lot of extra incense.
Big Goose really likes people like Duan Anluo who have a bad temper but are generous. He took the initiative to ask for his contact information and said, "Next time you need this kind of work, just call me and I'll give you a discount."
Duan Anluo nodded. He actually saw arrogance on the face of a goose. He was really crazy!
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The old Taoist priest with a gloomy face was talking on the phone with Mu Boxin.
He sensed that he had killed Mu Qingzhuo last night, but the news he received was that Mu Qingzhuo was fine. This was just like the last time the Gu was broken, silently.
The people helping Mu Qingzhuo were much more powerful than him, so he didn't want to get involved in this matter. He wanted to remove the medium left on Mu Jingyi, otherwise, once the management found out, he would be finished.
Mu Boxin gritted his teeth and said, "I found out that the old man secretly appointed a godfather for him and didn't tell me. The entire Mu family kept it a secret. Find a way to get rid of that troublesome master. After that, I will give you three times the price."
The old Taoist said gloomily, "It's not about money. I can't help you. Where is Mu Jingyi now? I need to get something back. Remember, you have never seen me."
Before he could finish his words, an irresistible pain suddenly hit his heart.
"Puff!" The master's whole body shook violently, as if his heart was hit by a thousand-pound hammer, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
He looked at the altar in the center in horror. The incense was broken in the middle, with three long and two short pieces, which was a very bad omen.
Far from showing any fear, the master's face revealed a sickly grin. "Alright, I wanted to hide, but you came to me on your own initiative. Fine, very good! I'll give you a good fight!"
Almost at the same time, Duan Anluo was lazily leaning on his chair. Feeling provoked, he laughed. "Exorcising ghosts in broad daylight? What happened to your head to make such a big bubble?"
Duan Anluo slowly rose, walked to the shrine, picked up three incense sticks, and respectfully lit them. As plumes of smoke rose, he raised the incense and addressed the deities, "The glorious Heavenly Dao, righteousness endures forever! Hundreds of Taoist Immortals, listen to my sincere invitation! If any Immortal is willing to cooperate with me and cultivate merit together, please manifest your Dharma form!"
We invite ghosts at night, but we should invite gods during the day.
But then he thought about it again, feeling a little uncertain. It was said that in the five hundred years since his death, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had become pitifully thin. This morning, he summoned an errand boy, burned a stick of incense, and all he got was a goose.
I'm afraid that by inviting the gods, we can only attract some minor gods with shallow spiritual power who do odd jobs in the human world, right?
After all, even gods have a hard time when spiritual energy is scarce.
What if I can’t even invite the little god? It would be embarrassing, but what if I alerted the evildoer and let him escape?
In order to increase the chances of summoning the gods, Duan Anluo gritted his teeth and reluctantly offered the little merit he had just accumulated, which had not yet warmed up, as incense money.
"boom!"
Above the altar, a golden light burst out without any warning. The light was pure and sacred, yet it carried a breathtaking vastness and majesty.
The terrifying pressure of extreme masculinity and strength instantly filled the entire living room, and the air seemed to solidify into substance!
Duan Anluo froze. Something was wrong!
This power is wrong!
His broken body can't bear it at all!
He forgot that he had a different body!
Amidst the golden light, the shadow of a golden-armored general appeared. The shadow simply raised his hand, and a simple, heavy golden divine seal, as if bearing a thousand pounds, descended directly upon Duan Anluo's head.
Duan Anluo's mind buzzed, and only two words remained in his mind: I'm going to die!
Normally, he should have channeled his spiritual energy, raised his hands high, and respectfully received the divine seal. This was a temporary weapon lent to him, and he had to return it after use, and the merits would be split in half.
Unfortunately, ideals are full of hope, but reality is very skinny.
Duan Anluo's body was as weak as a paper man. He almost instinctively gritted his teeth and used all his strength to lift his hands upwards. The moment they touched, all the spiritual power in his body was exhausted.
Duan Anluo's face was pale. The excessive use of spiritual power caused the wound on his meridians to tear again, which was then healed by the golden light, and then tore again.
Duan Anluo broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He gritted his teeth and threw the golden seal away with all his strength.
Go to hell!
Not fun at all!
The golden seal fell silently on the magic circle of the battle. In an instant, the ghosts and spirits that the old Taoist had just summoned were hit by the seal and their souls were shattered before they could even scream.
The old Taoist's bones were shattered. He fell to the ground and kept vomiting blood. His hands and feet twitched unnaturally. It was obvious that he was not going to survive.
Duan Anluo wasn't in much better condition either, and fainted from the pain.
Si Cang's face turned pale when he rushed back to the Si family's old house. His fate and Duan Anluo's were connected, and they would feel each other when they were seriously injured. That sickly guy was going to die?
He called the guild leader and said, "I'll give you an address. Please send someone over to check it out." Thinking of the contract, Si Cang's stern face showed some annoyance. "Please protect him for me. Don't let him die. I'll go back after I finish dealing with things here."
Duan Anluo only felt his consciousness becoming dizzy, and heard intermittent conversations in his ears.
"Hurry up and take his soul away while it's still warm!" a hoarse voice said anxiously.
"Master, he is not dead yet. We can't do this." It was a young voice that sounded righteous.
"If you take away his soul, he will be dead, right?" the hoarse voice retorted impatiently.
"This won't work. This is a matter of principle." The young voice insisted.
"What's the point of principle? I'm talking about principles!" The hoarse voice suddenly rose. "When this bastard was alive, he cursed me and said he was my father. Now that his soul has been brought out, it's a good opportunity to scare him!"
"He helped me. I can't let you do this." The young voice suddenly became tough.
"Do you want to rebel?" a hoarse voice asked sinisterly.
"How can you ghosts be so unreasonable? Today is not the day he dies, so you can't do it." The young voice shouted angrily.
"Are you stupid? You're already a ghost, what's the point of talking about reason?" The hoarse voice sneered, "You were so depressed when you were alive, and now you can't do whatever you want after you die? I'll scare him and then send him back."
Duan Anluo half-heartedly wanted to laugh. This conversation sounded like a quarrel between street thugs. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy.
"Besides," the hoarse voice suddenly lowered, "look at this kid's soul, it's wrapped in a layer of darkness. Let's send him off in advance. Maybe it will be a good deed."
"No!" the young voice interrupted firmly, "I owe him a favor. No matter what, I won't let you touch him today!"
Duan Anluo's heart skipped a beat; the voice sounded more and more familiar.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw two figures standing in front of him.
One of them was an acquaintance, Han Zhen’s elder brother-in-law, Li Zongzhi.
Now he had changed his clothes, wearing a suit and tie, a chain around his waist, and a work ID card around his neck with the word "internship" written in big letters on it.
Duan Anluo asked happily, "Brother-in-law, are you an official now?"
Li Zongzhi nodded happily: "I didn't go to reincarnate, I became a ghost messenger."
After the resurgence of the supernatural, more people died on earth, and the underworld's staff was expanded. People like Li Zongzhi who had merits and did not want to be reincarnated could apply to be ghost messengers.
Apart from not being able to see his family and letting them know of his existence, he can still secretly see them when he is off duty.
Meeting each other but not being able to recognize each other is undoubtedly a cruel torture for ordinary people. However, for Li Zongzhi, being able to secretly take a look at them is already a great comfort.
After all, he is a ghost now. It’s good enough that he is not forced to reincarnate. Why does he need a bicycle?
Duan Anluo narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the other ghost messenger. This guy was dressed like an ancient man, with his officer's hat tilted to one side, and his soul-locking chain hanging loosely around his waist like a torn belt. One of his legs kept shaking, making him look like a street thug collecting protection money.
The ghost messenger also rubbed his chin and looked at Duan Anluo. Why did he feel a little familiar? His soul was wrapped in black air, so he couldn't see clearly.
Duan Anluo smiled and squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Lao Qin?"
The other party immediately bared his big white teeth: "Who the hell are you? Who are you calling Lao Qin? Call me Master Qin!"
Duan Anluo slowly sat up, flexing his wrists and sighing, "Time is such a good thing! It's so good that it can make ghosts forget the pain even after their wounds have healed!"
Along with the word "pain", Duan Anluo's fist rushed straight into the ghost's eyes.
"Tsk~" The ghost messenger curled his lips in disdain. "So what if the little Taoist priest has some magical powers? I'm a ghost messenger, and you still want to hit your Master Qin?"
He stood there carelessly without dodging, and as a result, he screamed "Ah!" and Duan Anluo's fist hit him hard in the eye socket.
The familiar pain instantly awakened memories from hundreds of years ago, and before he could react, the second punch arrived.
"Do you remember?"
"Do you remember who I am?"
"You dare to seduce people before the time is right? You really can't change your bad habits!"
Duan Anluo beat and cursed him violently. The ghost ran away in panic, his head in his hands. Finally, he remembered: "Madman! You are that crazy man! Duan Anluo!"
Memories came flooding back like a tide. That year was a time of war and chaos, with people starving everywhere. He had seduced the soul of an old woman.
For people in troubled times, death is just a matter of minutes, who cares?
It just so happened that this old woman gave Duan Anluo half a piece of bread mixed with bran while fleeing from famine.
Just for this half piece of cake, Duan Anluo chased him for three days and three nights, and beat him so hard that half of his evil spirit disappeared.
In the end, he had to go to the underworld to resign and hid for three whole years before he dared to work again.
To his surprise, on his first day back on the job, Duan Anluo found him again, chased him, beat him up, and asked him to pay for the old woman's life! He said that if it had been a little later, the old woman would have been able to see her son, and it was all his fault that the old woman died with regrets.
Where the hell is he going to pay for it? The old woman has been reincarnated long ago!
In the end, he had no choice but to mortgage his future ten merits to the old woman, and Duan Anluo let him go.
He hid for another ten years. Later, when he heard that Duan Anluo had disappeared and not even his soul was found, he dared to come out to work.
Is it so easy to accumulate merit? He is just a laborer who earns a little salary every month. He is lucky enough not to bully others. How can he do good things?
He had just paid off his debt after five hundred years! Unexpectedly, he encountered this evil star again!
He just had a bad temper. What era is it now? How can there still be people writing nonsense? No one else can understand it, so he wanted to show off a little. He didn't expect it to be this crazy person!
What a sin!
The author has something to say:
Duan Anluo: I have someone under me.
Brother-in-law: I have someone else.
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