Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 9 The Soul Returns Home
"Mr. Liu, listen to my aunt's persuasion, it is impossible for Li Guanqi to come back! You, stop being stubborn."

"Oh, our Li family doesn't have that official air! Look, the name Guanqi is a taboo!"

"Yes, yes! There is nothing wrong with Li Dashuan. He is a little older, but he has a house and a field. When you married, you would not have to worry about food and drink. Wouldn't it be better than being looked down upon now?"

"That's not right! There's a lot of gossip in front of the widow's door. After watching the chess, those rascals will only become more presumptuous!"

In Li's cottage, a group of women surrounded Liu, persuading him non-stop.

Outside the yard, there were a few timid women who stopped to watch the excitement, bowing their heads and whispering from time to time.

The mouth opened and closed, crushing the reputations of countless people.

From beginning to end, Mrs. Liu kept her head down and remained silent.

She is waiting, waiting for news from her husband.

She didn't go to the execution ground, not only because she didn't dare, but also because she wanted to protect her husband's last property.

She is dull by nature, but she also knows that once she leaves the house, the Li clan will definitely take the opportunity to occupy her husband's property and wipe out her family.

"Hey, hey, I said you Mrs. Liu, do you really think we are nothing? We are kind enough to match you, and you don't appreciate it, do you?"

"Exactly! Do you really think we rarely match you? If it weren't for Li Guanqi's affection, who would match you?"

Liu's silence finally completely angered the group of matchmakers.

With sharp teeth and sharp mouths, they sternly reprimanded.

"I'm going to say it openly now, if you don't marry Li Dashuan, then get the hell out of here!"

"Bitch without a man, how many years have we, the Li family, managed to cultivate a scholar, and you were the one who killed him!"

"Bitch! I'm afraid it's not some coquettish fox who has cultivated to become a master?"

Several wives of Li's family pointed at Liu's and cursed.

Facing the harsh words, Mrs. Liu still lowered her head and remained silent.

A group of women scolded for a long time, but they had no desire to vent their anger. Their teeth itch with hatred, but they were helpless.

"Okay, okay! Wait for news from Li Guanqi, right? Wait for someone else's head to arrive, and I'll see what you can do to ask the mortician to sew up the whole body for your dead husband!"

Another woman cursed bitterly.

"I can't afford it, I sew it myself!"

Liu Shi, who had been silent all this time, raised her head and said stubbornly.

"Yo Ho, I'm finally willing to open your golden mouth, I thought you were dumb!"

The woman was not angry but happy when she saw this, hey, I am not afraid of you scolding, but I am afraid that you will pretend to be dead and keep silent.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying? Who are you crying for?"

The woman frowned suddenly.

Liu Shi, who raised his head to refute, suddenly had red eyes, and a string of teardrops rolled down.

"Husband—"

Looking at the standing figure in front of the courtyard gate, Mrs. Liu couldn't hold back her grievance, and burst into tears.

"Husband, husband?"

Several matchmakers looked back in horror, and sure enough, they saw a familiar young man at the gate of the small courtyard.

"Li, Li Guanqi?!"

The women were panicked, ashamed, and terrified, how dare they stay in the courtyard?

One by one, they escaped from the small courtyard in a panic.

"Didn't Li Guanqi be beheaded? Why are you back?"

"Could it be...my lord the emperor, amnesty for the world?"

These women ran to the open space of the cottage in one breath, panting, wondering what they were wondering about?
While wondering, I saw a group of young adults pouring in from the gate of the cottage.

one by one or sigh;
Or flush with excitement.

There are even ruffians, who can't wait to yell.

"Li Guanqi is dead! The magistrate is also dead!"

"You, what are you talking about? Li Guanqi is dead?"

The matchmaker women were shocked when they heard the words.

"Isn't it? I saw with my own eyes that the executioner picked up the ghost knife and chopped it off with one blow. The blood splattered for a long distance, and Li Guanqi's head flew out... If you don't believe me, when Li Guanqi was beheaded, the county magistrate suddenly went crazy , even picked up Li Guanqi's head, and put it on his neck, but if he couldn't put it on, he pulled out his head... Aunt? Aunt?"

The scoundrel was spitting all over the place, describing it with pictures.

However, while talking, he suddenly yelled with a hesitant and horrified expression.

Because of the gradually distorted face of the woman in front of him, he felt a bone-piercing chill for no reason, which made people shudder.

That was an expression scarier than decapitation.

"Li Guanqi is dead? Then what did I see? Ah——Li Guanqi, don't look for your aunt, it's all Li Dashuan's idea! It's all his idea—"

The woman suddenly screamed, desperately beating and pushing everything in front of her eyes, and ran madly towards the house.

A group of young adults were left looking at each other in blank dismay.

"what happened?"

They looked at the remaining pale matchmakers.

"Li Guanqi... just came home!"

"what?"

"I, we just saw it with our own eyes!"

……

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The funeral procession, blowing and blowing, passed in front of the half-person-high Earth Temple, and the earth was covered with paper money profusely.

The weather was not beautiful, and the dull dark clouds weighed down the village.

Land Lao showed his figure during the day, which was rare, and bowed in fear, "Little old man doesn't know the true face of the Shangxian, so it's no wonder that he still looks at the Shangxian!"

In front of Mr. Tu, there were two figures standing.

Both are very young.

The leader had short hair that looked weird like a monk, and was dressed in patchwork clothes that looked like patchwork clothes, which seemed a bit chic.

Behind him was the protagonist of the funeral procession——Li Guanqi.

At this moment, he looked blankly at the funeral procession, apparently still not recovering from the shock of his death.

"It's okay!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand and said, "Poverty Dao has something to do, I hope Tu Bo can agree."

"Dare to ask Shangxian, what are you talking about?" Lao Tu did not dare to say enough, and asked tentatively.

"It's about Li Guanqi..."

As soon as Mo Chuan brought up the topic, Lao Tu's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be Li Guanqi?
He has enjoyed the incense of the cottage for more than a hundred years, but he has only practiced Taoism for half a year. The root cause is that he lacks the method of practice;
The second is that the cottage is too small and the incense is scattered.

So where are you willing to share the incense of others?

He is not happy even if it is a member of his tribe.

Sure enough, what Mo Chuan said next made his heart sink.

"...Humans and ghosts have different paths. Since Li Guanqi is a ghost, it is not easy to disturb Madam. Since he is a member of the Li clan and has worshiped you, how about accepting him as a young man?"

As he said that, Mo Chuan raised his hand, and a stack of scaring ghosts appeared in his palm.

"Some talismans, I hope Tu Bo will accept them."

"Shangxian can't do it, Li Guanqi is the descendant of the little old man, it's only right to take care of him a little bit."

Lao Tu hurriedly waved his hands, but couldn't help but cast a glance at the ghost talisman.

"Then Roberto will take care of him!"

As Mo Chuan said, he still stuffed the deterrent talisman in the past, and then he looked at the ignorant Li Guanqi and said:
"Mr. Li, from now on, you will stay here. Besides serving the Tu Bo, you can also take care of Mrs. Liu."

No matter how dazed Li Guanqi was, he also knew that he could come back, thanks to Mo Chuan's rescue, so he quickly knelt down and said, "Guanqi remembers the words of benefactor!"

The sound fell, and there was no echo for a long time. Looking up, Engong had already disappeared without a trace.

Land Lao looked surprised, and thought to himself:

"Come and go freely, this, what kind of fairy family method is this?"

(End of this chapter)