Looking at Wencai's sparkling eyes when he faced the ocean, Li Yun shook his head secretly in his heart.

It seems that Wencai is not a time traveler...what about Qiu Sheng?

Just as Li Yun was thinking this, a young and strong man walked in from outside the charity cemetery. It was Uncle Jiu's eldest disciple Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng has been weak and sickly since childhood, but ever since he became uncle Jiu's disciple, he has practiced martial arts and Taoist techniques day and night. Now he has made some progress and his body is no longer as weak as before.

Although his aunt who raised him thought that the charity cemetery was unlucky, she still allowed him to come to the charity cemetery every day to pay homage to his master and listen to his instructions, considering that Qiu Sheng was now in good health.

Seeing Qiu Sheng coming, Uncle Jiu smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Qiu Sheng, come here quickly. I'll introduce you to this distinguished guest who is temporarily staying at our charity cemetery. His surname is Li, so you can call him Brother Li..."

Qiu Sheng was a little confused, but when he saw Li Yun’s figure, which was taller and stronger than him, he still called him Brother Li obediently.

Li Yun responded with a smile, then tried to test Qiu Sheng with words and found that Qiu Sheng did not seem to be a time traveler either.

...Then who is the time traveler?

Could it be that the time travelers from this world have not yet worshipped Uncle Jiu as their master?

Li Yun was thinking in his heart. At the same time, Wencai finally couldn't help but took a dollar from the pile of money, shouting that he would go to the town to buy breakfast for Brother Li, and then pulled Qiu Sheng out of the charity cemetery.

Before leaving, Qiu Sheng saw the pile of money on the stone table and his eyes widened immediately.

"Wait!" Qiu Sheng broke free from Wencai's hand at the door of the charity cemetery and couldn't help asking, "What's going on? Why is there so much money on the table?"

Wencai chuckled and lowered his voice and said, "That's the accommodation fee that Brother Li gave to Yizhuang!"

Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "Is accommodation in Yizhuang so expensive now?"

Wencai said unhappily, "Of course not. He is rich and powerful, and he doesn't need this little money, so he deliberately used money to repay the kindness of staying overnight. Brother Li is a wealthy man who studied abroad and came to our poor and remote place to trace his roots. If he can't find his relatives in a few days, he will probably leave..."

"So, we two brothers have to hurry up and curry favor with Brother Li. If we can get some gold and silver from him, we won't have to worry about finding a wife in the future!"

Wencai was very excited as he spoke. The two brothers walked towards the Renjiazhuang market while talking in low voices.

After about ten minutes, the two brothers walked into the gate of the charity cemetery carrying large and small bags.

During the Republic of China period, the purchasing power of the ocean dollar as the national hard currency was naturally unquestionable.

Even in a city like Shanghai where prices were relatively high at the time, one dollar could buy 44 kilograms of rice. If you used the money to eat out, you could get a four- or five-course meal, all of which were hard dishes like steak, roast chicken, and ham.

For Wencai, spending a dollar to buy breakfast was a luxury he had never experienced in his life.

The breakfast bought for one dollar is naturally large in quantity and filling, and one person definitely cannot finish it.

Li Yun saw through Wencai Qiu Sheng's little thoughts, but he did not expose them. Instead, he smiled and invited everyone to eat together.

Uncle Jiu knew his two apprentices very well and naturally understood their thoughts.

He immediately glared at Wencai, turned around, and apologized to Li Yun with a helpless look on his face.

Li Yun smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I took out so much money, originally I wanted to cover the food expenses of the entire charity cemetery, and it's boring to eat alone, it's more lively with more people!"

Wencai nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Brother Li is so generous, I knew he wouldn't mind!"

Uncle Jiu glanced at him and sneered, "The ancestor said that there is a way to make money. Have you memorized all my teachings?"

Wencai looked gloomy and unhappy, and slumped beside the dining table like an eggplant hit by frost.

Qiu Sheng was also silent as a cicada, and just kept eating, fearing that he would be implicated.

It was Li Yun who helped smooth things over. He smiled and said, "I hit it off with the two Taoist priests right away, and I need some good wine to liven up the atmosphere. Wencai, please help me buy some wine in town. Remember, it must be good wine, and price is not a problem!"

"Okay, okay!"

Taoist Simu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly said, "Brother Li, as long as you say the word, we brothers will accompany you to your heart's content!"

After saying that, Taoist Simu turned to look at Wencai and urged him, "Wencai, what are you standing there for? Go buy some wine!"

"oh……"

Wencai responded calmly, stood up and left the charity cemetery with Dayang.

"I'm going too!"

Qiu Sheng quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and followed Wencai away.

Seeing that Li Yun was so reasonable and wealthy, Uncle Jiu became even angrier.

He was so disappointed that these two young boys were so old and still didn't know what was going on...

While Wencai Qiu Sheng was away, Li Yun glanced at Uncle Jiu who was sulking alone, and asked casually, "Uncle Jiu, I heard that everyone who practices Maoshan Taoism knows you. Since you are so famous, why do you only have two disciples?"

Uncle Jiu was startled when he heard this, and then he seemed to have misunderstood Li Yun's meaning. He coughed and said, "If I open the gates to the world, there will naturally be a large number of people who want to become my disciples. But I would rather have nothing than accept someone who is not qualified. I will not accept everyone."

...It is better to have nothing than to have something of poor quality?

Li Yun twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced in the direction where Wencai Qiu Sheng left, without commenting.

Uncle Jiu noticed Li Yun's gaze and felt a little embarrassed. He immediately said, "When I accept disciples, I value fate first, followed by kindness, then truthfulness, and finally the talent for cultivation. Wencai and Qiu Sheng are not very good, but they are destined to be with me and have good character..."

Li Yun nodded and said, "This is what they call 'don't push if there's a connection, don't try if there's no connection, right?"

Uncle Jiu smiled and said, "That's right, I didn't expect Brother Li also knew this rule."

"So how many unlucky disciples have you pushed forward over the years, Uncle Jiu?"

"There are too many to count right now... There must be at least a dozen!"

"Among these people, are there any that left a deep impression on you?"

Li Yun showed his true colors and wanted to get information about the suspected time traveler from Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu was speechless for a moment and couldn't help but glance at his junior fellow apprentice out of the corner of his eye, hoping that he would help ease the embarrassment.

But Taoist Simu was concentrating on the wine at this time and didn't notice the look in his senior brother's eyes at all.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became weird.

It was Li Yun who realized that something was wrong and took the initiative to change the subject, which made the embarrassed Uncle Jiu feel relieved.

It seems that the time traveler from this world really hasn't come to find Uncle Jiu, at least not yet...

Li Yun thought silently in his heart.

When Wencai Qiu Sheng came back from buying wine, Li Yun displayed his monstrous physique and easily knocked down everyone at the dinner table. Uncle Jiu and Taoist Simu did not use Taoist magic to sober them up, so they were naturally no match for Li Yun.

After settling the four drunk people, Li Yun left a note and then went to Renjiazhuang alone to investigate the situation in the village.

But unfortunately, he did not find anything unusual, nor did he discover any suspected time travelers.

There was no choice but Li Yun had to return home disappointed.

It was almost dusk at this time. Li Yun was walking on a small path in the wilderness, heading towards the charity cemetery.

When passing by a dense forest in the wilderness, Li Yun suddenly stopped and looked towards the center of the forest with surprise.

There was a hazy white fog in the air. In the fog there was a stone about the height of a person. Next to the stone, Uncle Jiu's eldest disciple Qiu Sheng was bending over with a hunched body, his face covered with a white cloth, and he seemed to be spinning in place carrying something on his back.

Li Yun was slightly startled when he saw this, then he narrowed his eyes, focused his spiritual awareness in his eyes, and immediately saw through the fog and glimpsed the truth.

I saw a white-haired old man with skin and bones, wrinkles all over his face, and sunken eyes lying on Qiu Sheng's back. His body was trembling, his lips were trembling, his sparse white hair was flying in the wind, and there was a strange and terrifying smile on the corner of his pale mouth.

…turned out to be a wandering ghost!

Li Yun suddenly realized, and then couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, looking at them with interest.

"Hey, turn left, be careful not to hit the tree!"

The skinny old man on Qiu Sheng's back had a weird smile on his face and was shouting in a panic.

When Qiu Sheng heard his words, he seemed to have really seen a big tree and quickly moved to the left.

"That's right, turn left, turn right, and then turn left again!"

The skinny old man kept shouting, and Qiu Sheng followed his instructions and turned around on the spot.

Qiu Sheng didn't seem to notice that he was spinning. He just felt that the old man on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and he was getting more and more tired.

Finally, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, where is your home?"

The skinny old man put his hands on Qiu Sheng's shoulders, leaned over his neck and asked, "What did you say?"

Qiu Sheng wiped his sweat with his hand and panted, "I say, where is your home?"

The skinny old man smiled and said, "Oh, it's almost there. We'll be there after we pass this mountain and then another one."

"What?" Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shout, "Doesn't that mean we have to run until dawn?"

The skinny old man smiled and said, "No need to run until dawn..."

Because the day will never come!

The white cloth covering Qiu Sheng's eyes is called ghost cloth. Once it is covered, everything he sees becomes an illusion.

Affected by hallucinations, Qiu Sheng had no idea of ​​his situation. He just walked forward aimlessly with the old man on his back until he was panting and sweating profusely.

Seeing this scene, the old man showed a smug look on his face and let out a strange "hehe" laugh.

Suddenly, a voice with a hint of laughter came from the front.

"Qiu Sheng, you are so tired from running, wipe off the sweat!"

Qiu Sheng didn't have much energy to think at this time. Hearing this, he immediately reached for his waist and wanted to use a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

But what he had stored around his waist at the moment was not a sweat towel, but a yellow talisman for protection given to him by his uncle Taoist Master Simu.

Qiu Sheng didn't notice anything unusual, he picked up the yellow talisman and smeared it on his face.

The yellow talisman covered the white cloth, emitting a faint yellow light, and the white cloth fell off immediately.

The cool air blowing towards him made Qiu Sheng shiver uncontrollably, and his originally confused rationality returned to his brain.

At this time, the fog surrounding Qiu Sheng had disappeared, and all he could see was the stone where he first met the old man.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but be stunned.

He immediately realized something, bent his neck stiffly, and looked at the ground under his feet.

There was only his own shadow on the ground, and there was no trace of the old man on his back!

"What's the matter, young man?"

The old man's voice came from behind, and the originally kind voice had turned into a sinister laugh.

Qiu Sheng came back to his senses with a start, and his scalp suddenly felt tingling.

Oh no, I saw a ghost!