Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 290, Distribution

The paper money with the mantra written on it burned slowly, until the stove was completely burned out, leaving only strands of black embers in the end.

"There are still a lot of yellow paper money left." Li Yun glanced at his brows, seeing that there were still a lot of yellow paper money with the mantra of rebirth left in front of him, besides his own, there were also leftovers from Han Xiang's previous practice. With an idea, he said, "Brother System, can I sell this yellow paper money? It has my own calligraphy on it, so it should be sold for one hundred and eighty thousand."

"Hehe." The system said.

"Hehe, what do you mean?" Li Yun was a little speechless, and probably couldn't sell it.

"It can be sold, but it can't be exchanged for money. Even if the money is exchanged, the system will confiscate it." The system changed the subject again: "It's just that if someone else successfully burns the yellow paper money, it can accumulate the wish power of the deceased for the host." , although it’s better than nothing, you can give it to others”

"Can you accumulate willpower?"

Li Yun looked at the obsession in the Dharma image behind him. Whether it is unlocking the obsession or condensing the Dharma image, the food used is the power of will.

"Come on, I'm still idle, I'll write more, and I'll take it down the mountain and burn it for the villagers later." Li Yun was also unambiguous, rolled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, and continued to write on the remaining yellow paper money. Writing, I can't help but feel that in this information society, there are fewer and fewer places to write or use calligraphy, and more convenient and fast writing methods have appeared, including printing, typing, and even the fonts can be specified. The so-called More of his calligraphy is replaced by computers, and he can print it at will, mount a copy at home as an authentic one, and it can be faked. People who don't really understand calligraphy and painting can't see why.

Convenience is more convenient, but Li Yun still feels that the handwriting printed out by the computer is not as bad as the handwritten ones at 01:30
With the gradual practice, the level of calligraphy is also improving, and the posture of "Xiaoyao" is reflected in the lines between the lines.
"The so-called calligraphy is to turn the soul into words and reflect it on the paper. The one with the spirit is calligraphy." Li Yun closed his eyes slightly, waved the brush, and the pen moved as he wanted. Put your own handwriting on it.

Unknowingly, the yellow paper has been completely written, and the [Curse of Rebirth] on it contains the happy mood. The font is not standard, but it is full of charm.

"Well, although it's always a little weird, there is a carefree mood in the reincarnation spell." Li Yun looked at the reincarnation spell in a muttering voice, always feeling that it didn't fit.

"The shackles are heavy in life, and the troubles are empty after death. Isn't this also the so-called freedom?" the system said.

"Some people have troubles in life, and they become empty after death. Some people are different. They are happy in life, but they are empty after death. But in the end, no matter whether you are happy or not, you can't change it. The cause and effect of this life has disappeared." Li Yun shook his head. , Put away the yellow paper money, the yellow paper money engraved with Xiaoyao, let's pull it to the foot of the mountain and divide it.

"Brother, do you need my help?" Hanxiang looked at Li Yun carrying a bag of yellow paper money, and knew at a glance that she was going down the mountain.

"Brother Shi, I can do this well. I'll take the yellow paper money down the mountain and burn it for the villagers." Li Yun said with a smile, but he didn't know how much wish power the yellow paper could bring.

"Senior brother, be careful all the way, I will take good care of our family." Hanxiang waved her hand, still holding a fruit from a small animal in her mouth.

Carrying bamboo baskets, I came to the village and found that the village today is not usually lively, because the Ching Ming Festival is here, and there are a lot of extra cars in the village, not from the village itself, but many of them are relatives of the villagers who are out of town , Come back today to worship the ancestors, and go outing by the way.

"On the day of Qingming, when ancestors are worshipped and outings, the village is finally a little more lively." Li Yun watched the rows of small cars parked in front of the village entrance.

On weekdays, these Mercedes-Benz BMWs and other cars would never appear at the entrance of the village.

"Brother Yun!" Xiao Hei, who was wandering around in the village, greeted Li Yun excitedly when he saw Li Yun's arrival.

Xiao Hei still had a half-finished wormwood cake hanging from his mouth, which looked a little funny, but Xiao Hei didn't care about the image, so he just slurped it into his mouth.

"Today is your ancestor worship day, let me give you some paper money." Li Yun said with a smile, anyway, he would give some to anyone he saw.

"Paper money? My dad bought a lot of money back, and he doesn't need that much." Xiao Hei wanted to refuse at first, but he couldn't move his eyes when he saw the words written on the yellow paper money. Chen's words can be felt by even half of him.

Xiao Hei couldn't help but picked up a piece of yellow paper money and looked at it, muttering to himself: "Fuck, Brother Yun, aren't you really a master of calligraphy? This word is too beautiful."

"Just write as you like, it's not worth mentioning, hahahaha" Li Yun didn't hide the embarrassment in his tone, he smiled and took out a stack of yellow paper money, and said: "How about it, do you want it, I'll give it to others."

"Of course if you want it, hehe, thank you, Brother Yun, then I'll take it away. This word is really well written. If it wasn't for the paper money, my father would probably have it framed at home." Xiao Hei scratched Head, it's a pity to look at this paper money, if it is written on rice paper, it must be valuable!

Li Yun touched Xiao Hei's small head without saying a word, and put the yellow paper money into Xiao Hei's hands casually.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Hei returned home with a pile of paper money.

The yellow paper money was also distributed to the surrounding families.
At this time, in Village Chief Yang's office, Village Chief Yang was playing chess with a kind-hearted old man.

"Your chess skills are getting better and better." The old man looked at Village Chief Yang with a smile on his face, and said that Village Chief Yang's chess skills were getting better and better, but the next step was to beat him.

Seeing his handsome chess being eaten, Village Chief Yang looked stunned, and didn't know what expression to use to face him. Finally, he could only say with a dumbfounding expression: "Hu Sheng Hu Sheng, your personality is still so bad. , I like to praise others when they have a great advantage, and then kill them with one blow."

"Hahaha, this is what my granddaughter taught me. It seems to be called joy. It's very joyful, haha!" Hu Sheng said with a joyful face. Behind the joy is a kind of loneliness that belongs to the superior.

The granddaughter of Hu Sheng who was wearing a pleated skirt next to her also smiled slightly and nodded.

At this moment, Zhao Qiang walked past Hu Sheng holding pieces of paper money.

Hu Sheng accidentally saw the writing on the paper money.
"This is."

(End of this chapter)