Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

01:30 in the afternoon.

Yang Fan went out and went to Niu Guyu's house.

A woman took two bags of salt from the shelf and said with a smile, "Xiaofan is on vacation, when did you come back?"

Yang Fan: "Hello, Auntie, I just came back not long ago."

"How is work?"

"Is there someone to talk about?"

"Go to my aunt's house for dinner at night, so you don't have to tell me about it by yourself."

Yang Fan responded politely, chatted for a while, the woman took another pack of cigarettes from the glass cabinet, put down the money and left.

In a small mountain village, every household has a good relationship.

Of course, there are often small conflicts, but after today's quarrel, we can sit down and chat together in a few days, and we can't make big enemies.

As for Grandpa Yang Fan, he used to be a Chinese medicine doctor, and he knew Feng Shui and fortune-telling.

Especially in Yonghe Village, it can be said that they are highly respected. Whenever there is a big event, the village chief Su Lao will come to ask for advice or inform him.

When Grandpa Yang passed away, Yang Fan was only in the first year of high school. Thanks to the many care and help of the villagers, he went to university smoothly.

Not long after the woman left, Niu Guyu came out of the courtyard with his clothes on, "Xiaofan."

"Sister-in-law Niu, let me borrow your car for a ride, I'll go to town."

"Oh." Niu Guyu took the key to Yang Fan, and looked carefully at his face, "Are you all right? Is this your friend's prank?"

She still feels a little weird.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Yes, a colleague in the company, I was also taken aback at first. The reason why the book is hot is that it is coated with a layer of rare element powder, and it becomes hot when exposed to light."

After explaining something nonsense, Yang Fan said goodbye, and Niu Guyu, who hadn't finished junior high school anyway, didn't understand.

Riding a small electric donkey on the mountain road bumped for a while, and when I arrived at the funeral store in my memory, it turned out to be closed, and it was the only one in the market.

"It closes so early."

Yang Fan sighed, and was about to go to the county seat, when the proprietress of the Tobacco Hotel next to him said: "Young man, buy incense candles, his house is no longer selling them, and a new one opened next to the post office."

"Oh, thank you sister."

Five minutes later, Yang Fan walked into a funeral shop called "Jirui Funeral".

It is at least three times larger than the original one, a full two hundred square meters, and the decoration is quite classical.

All kinds of wreaths, paper-tied villas, luxury cars, beauties, mobile phones, etc., give people a dazzling feeling.

Yang Fan went around and saw no one, so he called to the innermost door, "Is the boss there?"

"Here!" A woman suddenly emerged from under the counter, holding a paper figurine in her hand, which surprised Yang Fan.

Immediately afterwards, he stared blankly, and the thought of his ex-girlfriend disappeared in an instant.

It's not that he's not affectionate enough or determined enough, but that the woman in front of him is really pretty.

He should be about the same age as him, with a tall figure of more than 1.7 meters. The exquisite facial features without makeup are perfectly matched, and a pair of peach blossom eyes are charming.

In particular, she was wearing a plain white short-sleeved shirt with pleats, and she exuded a simple and dusty temperament.

Jiang Yue smiled at Yang Fan who was staring at him in a daze: "What do you need to buy?"

"Oh."

Yang Fan was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly and took out a piece of paper from his pocket, "Incense candles, paper money, cinnabar, brush... can you help me see if I have all of these?"

Jiang Yue took the paper and looked at it, surprise flashed in his eyes, he looked up at Yang Fan again for three seconds, "Yes, I'll get it for you."

Yang Fan looked at the paper man she had put down, and asked, "You made the supplies in the shop? What a skill!"

"A small part, most of them were pierced by my grandfather."

"Are you from Yongle Town?"

"No, I just moved here not long ago."

Yang Fan thought to himself, no wonder, there is only one middle school in the town, if so, such beauties should have been heard of before.

After picking out something good, Jiang Yue asked, "Is it used to worship the ancestors?"

It's not Ching Ming or Ghost Festival, and Yang Fan doesn't ask for wreaths, and the things he buys are very particular about matching.

"Ah."

Yang Fan didn't explain much, pointing to a pile of [-] million denomination banknotes, he said proudly: "Give me ten bundles of these!"

Jiang Yue blinked her bright eyes with a strange expression on her face, "Are you sure? A bundle of one hundred sheets, ten bundles is equivalent to 1000 billion."

Yang Fan noticed her expression, "Why, this is very expensive?"

"That's not true. A bundle of 50 yuan, all made of fine paper."

"Then take ten bundles." Grandpa was short of money, so of course he burned more, if he didn't have enough, he burned more.

Looking at a dry tobacco rod on the shelf, Yang Fan's eyes lit up. There is also this thing. Grandpa loved to smoke tobacco when he was alive. "Give me one too."

After packing all the things and scanning the QR code to check out, Yang Fan thought about how to ask for the other party's contact information.

Jiang Yue took the initiative and said, "Handsome guy, add a wechat."

Ah, this!

It was beyond Yang Fan's expectation.

Although I am handsome and worthy of the leading role in the novel, I still feel flattered to be chatted with by the fairy-like beauty in front of me.

"Okay!" Without hesitation, Yang Fan called up the QR code and scanned it for her, "My name is Yang Fan."

Jiang Yue stretched out her slender, white and tender hands, "Jiang Yue, the ginger of fresh ginger, Yue with the moon next to the word king."

Yang Fan controlled his excitement, shook his hand lightly, and closed it with one touch.

Then I went to the vegetable market and bought a fresh rooster, pork, fruit and other things.

More than half an hour later, Yang Fan was speeding on the mountain road, feeling as excited as a jolting little electric donkey.

I imagined the scene with Jiang Yue in my mind, and even thought of the child's name.

From time to time, I raise my right hand to take a look, smell it, and secretly praise: you are so happy!

The first time we met, I actually held her hand.

"She must be interested in me. This should be love at first sight, right?"

Yang Fan was in such a good mood that he hummed a light tune, singing along with the cock's 'clack' sound in the mountains and fields.

The village is not far ahead.

Unexpectedly.

With a "bang", the tire of the little eDonkey burst, and it happened to be pressed against a raised stone.

Immediately, the electric car took off, and Yang Fan also went straight into the air and fell into the haystack by the roadside.

Joy begets sorrow.

"Sigh~"

Yang Fan turned over and got up, the tires of the small eDonkey that fell to the ground in the distance were still spinning rapidly, and the rooster beside him flapped its wings and jumped wildly.

"It's really unlucky!"

Yang Fan thought about what his grandfather said about his bad luck recently, so he looked around, but luckily no one saw him, otherwise he would be embarrassing.

He hurriedly patted the dust and hay on his body, picked up his things and helped the little eDonkey back home.

In the yard, Yang Fan laid out the paper money on the table of the Eight Immortals, mixed well water with cinnabar to grind it into red ink.

Then compare the runes in the "Sacrifice Outline", and use a brush to copy on white paper.

This rune is called 'Yin Yang Talisman', and there are nine in total. These runes must be added to the paper money burned to the underworld to be effective, otherwise it will be burned in vain.

It's just that these crooked runes are quite troublesome to copy. There are many strokes, which are a bit like the command runes in zombie movies. At a glance, you don't know where the strokes start.

When he was a child, his grandfather urged him to write calligraphy, but Yang Fan didn't insist on it.

Writing in large characters is okay, but it is very difficult to write small characters, let alone such complicated runes with a small writing space, and no mistakes are allowed.

After working for more than half an hour, Yang Fan felt a little crazy, and he couldn't draw a complete picture.

"Fortunately, practice your hands first."

Yang Fan muttered, otherwise he was afraid that ten bundles of paper money would not be enough to make by himself.

After being patient for more than an hour, I finally drew a picture.

Yang Fan let out a long breath, and turned to draw on the paper money.

It was done in one go, a success!

When the last stroke was made, a faint golden light appeared on the surface of the plain banknotes, which lasted for three seconds and then dimmed.

Although the light is gone, holding it in the hand can make people feel that the banknote has been endowed with some kind of divinity.

Yang Fan was amazed, and felt that he had come into contact with a new magical field.

Looking forward to the cultivation of mana that grandpa said.

"When the mana reaches a certain level, can I fly into the sky and escape from the ground?"

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