I, Ninth Uncle, Junior Brother: God-Class Papermaker

"Master, your banknote printing ambassador has finished printing and consecration?"

The Qiu Sheng next to him greeted him, and asked the Jiu Shu aside with curiosity on his face.

"Um!"

Uncle Ji nodded.

"Okay, let's join hands together. We will print out all the paper money today. After it is dried, we will move them all to your uncle! The Mid-Year Festival is almost here, so we can't postpone it anymore!"

Jiu Shu said to Wen Cai Qiusheng on the side.

These paper money are necessary for the Mid-Year Festival and are also the largest source of Jiushu’s income each year. It can basically provide Jiushu with the necessary materials for cultivation, as well as the life fee of Yizhuang, which is his one year. The bulk of income.

So Uncle Jiu attaches great importance

After eating, the three people of Uncle Jiu started to get busy. He put on the altar first, held three incense sticks in his hand, worshipped three times on the altar, pinched a hand jue in his hand, and inserted the incense in his hand. Above the incense burner.

Uncle Ji closed his eyes, and muttered silently in his mouth.

He took a piece of white paper in his hand, burned it, and put it in the incense burner next to it.

Qiu Sheng stood by and looked at Jiu Shu's movements curiously.

Uncle Jiu gave Qiusheng a stare, and said angrily: "Hurry up and go to work!"

Jiu Shu's words made Qiu Sheng unable to speak, and silently walked to the side and started printing paper money.

"Wow! Master, how come this year's money has risen to five thousand taels! Wasn't it four thousand taels last year?"

Qiu Sheng took the template next to him and asked in surprise at the Jiu Shu aside.

"It's an extraordinary period now. The prices of everything on the top are rising, and the bottom should be the same. I will print a little more!"

Uncle Jiu said.

"Wow! Master, I didn't expect you to have little human touch, but the ghost touch is quite enough! No wonder you are asked to be a banknote printing ambassador below!"

Qiusheng tut.

"If you don't speak, no one treats you as dumb!"

Uncle Jiu said to the Qiusheng who was aside in angrily.

"Hurry up!"

Qiusheng had no choice but to start printing paper money.

Soon the ritual of Uncle Jiu was finished, and a lot of paper money had been printed next to him.

"Qiusheng."

Qiu Sheng quickly walked to the side of Uncle Jiu.

"What do I need to do? Master!"

"Go and help me count out seven or seventy-nine samples. After I write down this notice, I will burn them down together."

"Yes! Master!"

With that said, Qiu Sheng counted out seven or forty-nine pieces among the paper money next to him, and handed them to the Jiu Shu aside.

Uncle Ji took out the already prepared packet and wrote a paragraph on it.

"This is printed by the licensed master printer, based on the signature of the master printer. If it is forged, it will enter the eighteenth floor of The Underworld. It will never be overborn. The licensed master printer will sign..."

After putting all the talisman paper and paper money into the packet, Jiu Shu handed the packet to Qiu Sheng who was aside.

"Take it and burn it!"

Qiusheng nodded, and quickly took the packet and put it in a nearby stove to start burning.

The sky outside was completely dark. Jiu Shu turned his head and looked at the last afterglow on the horizon. He suddenly thought of something. He turned to Qiusheng and asked, "By the way, why didn't I see Wencai today?" Where did Wen Cai go?"

"Oh, it's not so busy for so many days. Master, did you give him a vacation? Then Wencai said that there was a show in the evening, and he took a place to watch the show early, saying that he had no place to watch the show if he went to late!"

Qiu Sheng smiled and said to the Jiu Shu on the side.

Jiu Shu's expression changed abruptly when he heard Qiu Sheng's words.

"How long has he been there?? Is the scene tonight for ghosts! What is he going to do?"

"What is it for ghosts!"

While Jiushu and Qiusheng were talking about this matter, Han Li happened to come over at this time, and he asked Jiushu who was aside curiously.

Uncle Ji was stunned for a moment.

"Junior Brother Han, why are you here?"

"Oh, it's not that the brother told me two days ago that I want to use my shop to sell paper money! I thought about it, the Zhongyuan Festival in two days, I'll come over and see! See if the brother needs it here. help!"

Han Li smiled and said to the Jiu Shu who was on the side.

Uncle Ji nodded.

"Just right! I just found out that Wencai, who is not worried, went to see a ghost show. Today is the day when the ghost gate is open. The show is for ghosts. If Wencai will be dragged down by those ghosts later I'm in trouble if I go to the house!"

Jiu Shu said with a solemn expression to Han Li who was aside.

"Let's do it! Let's go and take a look!"

Hearing the words of Uncle Jiu, Han Li's heart moved slightly. He didn't expect to encounter scenes from the movie when he first came. Could this be the guidance of uncle's luck? Or is it a systematic revision of the plot? ?

This idea moved in Han Li's mind.

The Jiu Shu next to him immediately packed up some Magical Items and brought Qiu Sheng on the side. The three of them quickly ran towards the theater not far away.

At this time, inside the theater.

In the empty theater, only Wencai stood alone in the theater.

"Why is there no one today!"

Wen Cai looked around curiously, but did not have the slightest doubt in his heart. Looking at the wonderful drama on the stage, Wen Cai couldn't wait to take out a piece of sugar cane from his arms.

While chewing sugar cane, while watching the drama on the stage.

"good!"

Seeing the beauty, Wen Cai hurriedly applauded loudly and clapped his hands quickly.

At this time, the actors on the stage noticed the literary talents who did not know when they appeared under the stage.

"Go!"

The drama actor was a little anxious to wink at Wencai, all kinds of hints, but Wencai did not see it at all, and was still applauding on the stage.

At this time, the three Han Li had already arrived outside the theater.

Open the curtain of the theater.

The three Han Li saw the Wencai inside.

Unlike Qiu Sheng and Jiu Shu, Han Li could clearly see that the theater was full of ghosts, including the ghosts standing behind all the ghosts.

What a heavy Ghost Qi!

Han Li thought silently in his heart, but when he looked at the wandering ghosts in front of him, he felt a little greedy in his heart.

If all these lone souls and wild ghosts can be refined into the own soul treasure, I am afraid that the own soul treasure can be refined soon!

pity!

This also hurts the heavens and peace. It is not a big problem to refining a few by yourself, but if all refining is done, the contaminated Karma is too big!

Han Li is not willing to lose big because of small!

Just as Han Li was thinking, Qiu Sheng was also watching the drama in the shed with great interest. He smiled and said to the Jiushu next to him: "Master, there is no ghost here! Look at Wencai, he What a pleasure to watch! There is no one at all!"

Upon hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Uncle Ji gave him an angry look.

He took out four pomelo leaves from his body and handed them to Qiusheng on the side.

"Put this on your eyelid and look again!"

"Oh!"

Qiusheng nodded, put the grapefruit leaf on Own's eyelid, and then looked into the theater at will...

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