I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

The noisy city slowly sank into silence.

The dim yellow streetlights lit up, casting clusters of light in the darkness, with occasional vehicles or pedestrians hurrying by.

Wang Ming sat in the shop calculating accounts, and decided to close up shop after seeing that it was getting late.

"Didn't earn a single cent today, and even spent quite a bit."

Somewhat depressed, he walked out of the shop, contemplating his business that he had been running for so long.

Not only had he not earned any money, but he had even lost quite a bit.

"I don't know what Dad was thinking, actually opening a funeral supply shop in a big city. Isn't that like the old man wishing to die? Who in the big city believes in this stuff! When people die, they're taken to the crematorium and burned, then someone finds an urn to bury the ashes."

"These days, who would still wear a burial suit or sleep in a wooden coffin? Who still does traditional burial?"

Wang Ming looked at the three large characters on the shop sign that read "Funeral Supply Shop", and couldn't help but sigh.

These days, even remote rural areas have started implementing cremation.

Wang Ming looked at the woman's pitiful appearance, thought for a moment, and took out a pair of door god portraits from the shelf.

Thinking about these things, Wang Ming felt the gloominess of his future.

His face appeared particularly pale, as if from excessive blood loss.

His eyes were wide like copper bells, filled with blood vessels.

The woman told Wang Ming in detail about the story that had happened to her, her eyes, which should have been bright, were now lifeless.

Who still does traditional burial?

"..." Wang Ming looked at this woman, he seemed to have thought of something bad.

Just then, a pale hand reached in.

Who would buy a burial suit for themselves, unless... Wang Ming thought in a panic.

The woman looked at Wang Ming and said, "This is a hundred yuan, no need to give change."

He didn't have any thoughts of being a hero saving beauty, after all, he was just a funeral supply shop owner.

Not to mention dating girls.

"Erlang True Lord?"

"In the middle of the night! Couldn't you knock on the door..."

Wang Ming didn't refuse the woman's request, after all, customers were customers, and besides, the other party's matter was so bizarre. Although he didn't quite believe that there were ghosts in the world, he still had to do business.

"That's the cost price, please understand, miss."

The woman said very calmly, but it made Wang Ming only feel sadness.

"Forget it, forget it, at least I still have savings. This shop is also my own, so I don't have to pay rent, which can be considered a blessing in disguise."

"Thank you."

After a moment of silence, the woman took the burial suit and the door gods and left the shop.

That was a feeling of powerlessness, unable to resist death, only able to choose the easiest way to embrace death.

Handing the selected burial suit to the woman, he looked at her with great sympathy.

No matter when or where, whenever she fell asleep, she would fall into endless nightmares.

Wang Ming took the woman's money with shame, he felt that he was a profiteer taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

The woman turned her head in surprise, she didn't refuse the things Wang Ming handed over.

It's just that Wang Ming wasn't sure whether these door gods were useful or not, but he knew that sticking door gods would at least give people psychological comfort.

"Gods?" Wang Ming searched for a burial suit similar to the woman's, and looked up at the god statue she was pointing at.

"Half a month ago, I was targeted by evil ghosts..."

"Damn!" Wang Ming was startled by this sudden change, he angrily and annoyedly opened the door, wanting to see which brain-dead woman was scaring people in the middle of the night.

Not to mention magic, even carrying a few buckets of drinking water would make him collapse.

"That's not a ghost, that's the orthodox god Erlang True Lord."

"Please wait a moment." A ethereal female voice sounded.

"I really can't take it anymore, I want to buy a burial suit to bury myself, so as not to suffer more torment."

She had tried to seek official help, but after the police investigated, they could only regretfully tell her—there was nothing in the house.

Even at one point, the woman felt that these god statues were staring at her, causing goosebumps to appear all over her body.

Especially those eyes.

In modern society, very few people are willing to carry out the folk custom of traditional burial.

In folk tales, sticking door gods symbolizes family harmony and the prevention of ghosts.

There were ferocious and terrifying beasts, as well as gods with fluttering ribbons and majestic faces.

Although traditional burial is a folk tradition, it has been passed down for a very long time.

"I..." The woman couldn't help but reveal a miserable smile when she heard his words.

Usually, others would avoid it from a distance, fearing that they would be tainted with bad luck.

The legend of the door god originated in the Tang Dynasty, and it was spread from the story of Li Shimin being disturbed by the wronged soul of the Dragon King, and sending generals to guard it.

"What are you here to buy?" Wang Ming said, looking at the woman.

Bone-chilling cold winds struck in bursts, making Wang Ming shiver.

These god statues were all ones she had never seen before.

"Can you wait a moment?" The woman said silently, looking at Wang Ming.

"Burial suits are for people who are being buried, why do you want to buy a burial suit for yourself?" Wang Ming asked the woman.

"Miss, this door god portrait is a gift, it may be useful if you stick it on the door."

She walked out of the funeral supply shop, and the street was silent. There were no shops still open on both sides of the street.

Wang Ming felt a little panicked when he heard it, but he still forced himself to listen.

And the haggard woman in front of him encountered an evil ghost on the way home from a late night shift, and has been plagued by nightmares every night since then.

Leading the woman into the store, although the store didn't look big from the outside.

"...What style of burial suit do you want to buy?"

That was a woman wearing a white nightgown.

A burial suit could be sold for more than eighty, and he himself felt a little embarrassed.

But its rituals are complex and there are many procedures.

"Boss, what kind of gods are these?"

"How much?" The woman silently took the burial suit and sighed softly.

Her dark black hair was fluffy, covering her cheeks.

Funeral supply shops like Wang Ming's that also sell wooden coffins have absolutely no business in big cities.

Her lips were chapped, looking like she hadn't had water in a long time.

He looked angrily towards the door, and was stunned for a moment when he saw who it was.

"Eighty-eight." Wang Ming quoted a price that even he felt a little embarrassed about.

"I probably, won't live too long."

It's just that he couldn't do anything about the price, it was all set by his father, he could only spread his hands helplessly.

Thinking to himself, comforting himself, in the dim light of the shop, Wang Ming prepared to lock the door.

The woman didn't bargain, she just took the burial suit and went out the door.

When he looked at the woman again, her figure had disappeared from the spot.

Returning to the store, Wang Ming picked up the money the woman had paid. But when he examined it carefully, the money had turned into ghost money.

"...Ghost, a ghost!" Wang Ming was frightened and shivered, and ran into the house, tumbling and crawling.