The two of them spent an entire afternoon in the courtyard of their portable space and made dinner early.

When it was getting dark, Yi Qingqing took Yun Guyuan out of the portable space and said, "Let's worship in the northeast corner tonight. It's next to your house, and others won't be able to see the fire there."

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"Okay, I'll go with you." Yun Guyuan had no intention of leaving his soul and going somewhere else today, so he stayed with her.

Arriving at the northeast corner of the yard, Yi Qingqing took out the things she had prepared one by one. There were so many things that they started from the corner of the courtyard wall and took up most of the yard. Only a side next to Yun Guyuan's house was left, where eleven braziers were placed.

Among them, only four are for teachers of traditional Chinese medicine, musical instruments, painting and calligraphy respectively. Master Bai and Mr. Li died too long ago and have been reincarnated, so their names are omitted.

Of the remaining six braziers, one was for her relatives, one was for the intellectuals who had unfortunately died in recent years, one was for those on the list of people's heroes, one was for wandering ghosts passing by, one was for the underworld, and one was for those who bought gold paper in Yinshui Lane.

"Ayuan, this last fire basin is for you to use to worship your relatives. Here are some large amounts of gold and silver. You can use them. They are all folded by me personally, and the quality is guaranteed. Let's worship our relatives and teachers separately first, and then we can worship others together."

Yi Qingqing said this and gave him a basket of gold ingots and a bundle of incense sticks.

In today's memorial service, the last few items are the biggest because of the large number of people, especially the last people's hero, and I wrote a whole book just for the memorial.

In fact, Yun Guyuan had not paid tribute to his father for many years. As a ghost messenger, he naturally knew that not just any things used to commemorate the deceased were effective.

If it is not made by a craftsman with a real heritage, it will just be a ball of waste paper when burned.

Therefore, he used to take out some paper money for the dead from his salary and ask other colleagues in the underworld to help bring it to his father.

Now Qingqing also considered herself and prepared sacrifices for her relatives. He suddenly wanted to pay tribute to his father and tell him about Qingqing.

"Let me accompany you to worship the master first. If they have something to say, I can help them convey it so that they don't have to spend money to find someone to read your dreams. The cost of reading dreams is very expensive. They will probably have to give at least half of the gold and silver you burned in previous years. It's not cost-effective."

After Yi Qingqing learned that her four teachers who had not yet been reincarnated would come to see her during her annual worship ceremony, she took tonight's worship ceremony more seriously, with a sense of inexplicable guilt.

And she also had some secrets to tell. Although she was not afraid of being heard by Yun Guyuan, she still felt a little embarrassed.

So I originally wanted to worship separately for two people, but now after hearing him say that the cost of dream communication is so high, I changed my mind.

"Well, let's go together."

She knelt on the ground, took a deep breath, lit a match, burned the petition to the teachers, and placed it in four braziers.

Then they lit incense sticks and placed a few in front of each brazier.

"Master Yi, Master Wang, Master Lin, Master Zheng, I have had the opportunity to study under the four masters. I was not able to show my filial piety to the masters during their lifetime, so I can only send some incense, candles, gold and silver to the masters during the Zhongyuan Festival.

These things were all made by the students themselves. I hope the masters can have a better life down there.

If there is anything missing, or if you have any instructions, please tell me now. The person next to me is my boyfriend, and he can tell me. There is no need to spend more money on dreams. Use the money to buy something delicious and useful. I will feel at ease if you live well down there. "

After saying that, Yi Qingqing winked at Yun Guyuan beside her.

How is it, did the masters say anything?

Yun Guyuan looked at the four ghosts floating above the brazier, an old man with white hair and beard, a thin man wearing glasses, and a couple who came together.

"Subject? Hiss——"

As soon as the gates of hell opened today and the attraction of worship came, Old Man Yi came to see his precious little disciple. When he heard the previous words, the old man was stroking his beard with satisfaction, but when he heard the object, his hands tightened and several strands of his beard were pulled out.

"Is this young man Qingqing's boyfriend? Why does he look familiar?" Wang Wenyang put his hands behind his back, his face almost close to Yun Guyuan, and looked around him.

Zheng Shaoyin thought the young man was quite good-looking and had a good impression of him.

Lin Yibai is good at painting and remembering people. He slapped his thigh and said, "Isn't this the Yincha who comes to maintain order every year?"

After these words were spoken, the other three people suddenly understood.

"This is obviously a living person! How can he be a ghost?" Old Master Yi said with his beard puffed and eyes glared.

"I am a ghost messenger and Qingqing's boyfriend. I have the ability to see ghosts and spirits. I can convey anything you want to say to Qingqing," said Yun Guyuan.

Yi Qingqing couldn't see the ghost, but when A Yuan suddenly said this, she immediately understood that the masters had arrived, and nodded quickly: "Four masters, A Yuan is someone you can trust, just tell me what you want to say!"

"Young man, what's your name? Who are your family members? Besides being a ghost messenger, what else do you do in the world of the living? When did you get together with our Qingqing? How long have you been together..." The four masters asked many questions in a row, and finally did not forget to threaten him: "Even if you are a ghost messenger, we are not afraid of you. If you dare to bully our Qingqing, we will go to the underworld to complain about you every day and will not stop until we bring you down. We old ghosts also know some people down there!"

Yun Guyuan knew that Yi Qingqing respected these masters very much, so he was not angry at their questioning. He just treated it as a rehearsal for meeting the parents in advance.

He answered the masters' questions one by one without being humble or overbearing. "My name is Yun Guyuan. I live in Jinling. My father died early and my mother remarried. I have no other relatives. Because I was born with the ability to see ghosts, I became a living ghost messenger. I fell in love with Qingqing three years ago. We officially got together on New Year's Eve this year. I am currently studying clinical medicine at Imperial Capital University. I will probably become a surgeon in the world of the living. Masters, rest assured. I regard Qingqing as a treasure and will definitely treat her well."

Yi Qingqing: “???”

What are the masters talking about? Why did Ayuan suddenly say this?

"You two are both in college? Imperial Capital University?" Lin Yibai only then realized that the location of this worship was not the small courtyard in previous years. This architectural style was indeed in the Imperial Capital.

The imperial capital, he looked at his wife, feeling a little nostalgic and a little sad.

Yun Guyuan saw Yi Qingqing's curious face and did not answer Master Lin. Instead, he leaned over and whispered to Yi Qingqing: "The teachers asked us if we are in college."