"Oh, then I'll go back and find a few more memorial tablets..." it said, and then it got hit.
"Why would you need a memorial tablet for a ritual to help the dead?"
"Yesterday you were..."
"That means sending them away!" Fang Zhiyi cursed irritably, but he also frowned. This matter was indeed difficult to handle, mainly because he was not familiar with the underworld system here, and he couldn't even talk to those gods.
Forget about the black bear; with that kind of brain, you'd probably have to send a ghost over there for it to raise.
"Alright, alright, let him go back and stay there first!"
The news of Fang Zhiyi's ability to communicate with spirits spread quickly. In Jiangzhen, they called such people "spirit walkers." However, this skill had been lost since the blind old woman who could walk the spirits died. Unexpectedly, the young Taoist priest who sold talismans could also walk the spirits.
This kept Fang Zhiyi quite busy, but he knew that he had no way of traveling to the underworld. Traveling to the underworld required establishing connections with the underworld, which he had no way of doing. He was just fulfilling the wishes of those wandering ghosts.
But the more Fang Zhiyi refused, the more mysterious the rumors about him became.
Most importantly, the talismans he sold were indeed effective, which gave Fang Zhiyi's business a small boost.
Having made money, he did not forget the Black Bear Spirit. He kept his promise and made Xiaobai make two trips, and also drew some talismans to be consecrated.
Old Master He of the He family grew increasingly haggard. His daughter had disappeared and could not be found. He spent his days either in a daze or smiling bitterly. He heard from the servants that his nephew, Fang Xian, had started to perform ghost stories. In the past, he would have definitely intervened, but now he had no intention of doing so.
That very evening, the butler banged on Old Master He's door, wailing and screaming.
As soon as Old Master He opened the door, the butler's first words were: "It's terrible, sir! It's haunted! It's haunted!"
Grandpa He didn't believe it, but Grandma He did. He didn't believe it either, until he heard the intermittent crying.
The servants started jumping around, and someone saw a woman sitting by the well, crying.
In the blink of an eye, someone else saw a ghost squatting on the stove in the kitchen, wolfing down its food.
Even more terrifying, some people saw a strange man crawling on the butler's back, but the butler seemed completely unaware of it.
Old Master He almost fainted.
Did all the ghosts in the entire Jiangzhen town come to his house?
"What sins has the He family committed?!" Old Master He raised his hand tremblingly. The butler suddenly thought of something: "Master, how about we ask Young Master Fang to take a look?"
Old Master He paused for a moment, then said, "Please!"
Upon receiving the news, Fang Zhiyi rushed over. Old Master He discovered that in just over twenty days, his nephew had clearly transformed into a Taoist priest, even his demeanor and bearing had taken on the air of a reclusive master.
Fang Zhiyi first accurately calculated the shapes and appearances of the ghosts, and then sighed and shook her head.
"Speak, Young Master Fang, no, Master Fang?" the butler urged anxiously.
Fang Zhiyi looked at Old Master He and said, "I'm afraid you'll have to move to another place for a while to give me some time to deal with these evil spirits."
"I, He Zhendong, have lived a life of integrity and have nothing to be ashamed of! Why are they causing trouble in my He family!"
Grandpa He stomped his cane heavily.
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to start her bluff, a voice suddenly came from outside: "A place shrouded in ghostly energy, a truly dangerous place..."
Turning around in the direction of the sound, Fang Zhiyi was stunned for a moment. Oh no, how could she have forgotten about this?
A wandering Taoist priest was squinting as he surveyed his surroundings.
The butler went up to him, exchanged a few words with him, and then led him over here.
Fang Zhiyi was a bit annoyed. This Taoist priest was quite capable; he was the same Taoist priest who gave the original owner an exorcism talisman in the original story.
No matter how much I planned, I never expected him to come to Jiangzhen today, and even to the He family's house.
"How about we just..." Xiao Hei made a throat-slitting gesture.
Do you think I'm a notorious bandit?
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