"Uncle, Qiusheng, Wencai, dinner is ready. Let's eat!”
Lin Fan placed the dishes on the table and looked at the three people who were tying paper not far away.
"Hey, Brother Fan, there's braised pork and braised pork knuckle today! Not bad!"
"Brother Fan, I'm so fat that I can't even walk on the road after being eaten by you every day.”
Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table and couldn't help but drool. Just as they were about to reach for the braised pork, Ninth Uncle slapped them away.
"No rules! Sit properly!"
Ninth Uncle glared at the other party with a serious expression. The two of them were so frightened that they stuck out their tongues and hurriedly sat down.
"Xiao Fan, did you go to the teahouse to tell stories again today?”
Looking at the sumptuous dinner on the table, Ninth Uncle knew that his nephew must have gone to the teahouse to tell those strange stories.
What Dou Qi Continent, what Zodiac Guardian God, and so on. However, there were quite a number of people who listened to his stories.
In a few hours, he could earn five or six big bucks. It was even more than he could earn by catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits.
"Yes, Uncle. Hurry up and eat, or the dishes will get cold!”Lin Fan smiled and nodded.
"That's right, that's right. Hurry up and eat, Master!”
"Yes, yes!"
Hearing Lin Fan's words, Survival and Wen Cai held their chopsticks and looked at Ninth Uncle anxiously.
As long as Ninth Uncle moved his chopsticks, the two of them could eat these delicious things.
Ninth Uncle looked at the two of them helplessly, then picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. Seeing this, the two of them immediately began to eat like a whirlwind.
Lin Fan looked at the three people in front of him and smiled as he ate the food in his bowl.
It had been three years since Lin Fan had transmigrated to this world. His identity was the nephew of the 9th uncle of the zombie Taoist priest, Lin Fengjiao.
Actually, before Lin Fan transmigrated here, the original owner of this body with the same name as him had already arrived at the mortuary.
Because her parents had met with misfortune, she had come to seek refuge with her uncle, Lin Fengjiao.
When he first transmigrated here, Lin Fan was extremely excited. After all, Ninth Uncle's image was a classic legend in his era.
Now that he had become his nephew, there would be no problem for him to learn Daoist techniques such as exorcism and demon-subduing.
But things weren't as Lin Fan thought. His uncle said that his talent was too bad and even his literary talent was much better than his. Dao techniques and whatnot weren't suitable for him at all.
This made Lin Fan very depressed. At one point, he wondered if the heavens were playing a prank on him.
Later on, Lin Fan got used to it. When he had nothing to do, he liked to go to the teahouse to chat and tell stories to others. He would tell the people in the teahouse all the novels, animes, and movies that he had read in his previous life.
As time passed, everyone in the Ren Family Town knew that there was a talented scholar in the mortuary, Lin Fan.
Every time Lin Fan finished telling the story, he would receive a reward from the teahouse owner.
At first, Ninth Uncle wasn't very satisfied with Lin Fan's behavior. But as time passed, he didn't care so much. After all, Lin Fan could earn money, and he earned more than him.
"Brother Fan, you haven't finished the story from last time. What happened after Iron Man snapped his fingers? Tell me quickly!"
"Yeah, Brother Fan, I can't wait!”
After finishing his meal, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai made Lin Fan a cup of hot tea. They sat beside Lin Fan excitedly, looking forward to it.
"You two guys only know how to pester Xiao Fan every day. You don't even know how to cultivate properly! Qiusheng, aren't you going to your aunt's shop to help her?”
Ninth Uncle looked at his two disciples and was furious.
Qiu Sheng was impulsive by nature. He always played tricks when learning Taoist skills. There were not many Taoist skills that he could use. Sometimes, he could not even draw a talisman well.
There was no need to talk about literary talent. He was dull and timid, and was not suitable for cultivation at all. He was only suitable to look after the memorial hall and do rough work.
As for Lin Fan, Ninth Uncle didn't know what to say.
If one were to say that his aptitude was too poor, this fellow seemed to know everything. Sometimes, he would say things that he had never heard of before.
Furthermore, Lin Fan knew how to speak foreign languages. When he met the priest in town, he could even chat with him.
However, in terms of cultivation, Lin Fan didn't even know how to draw talismans. This made Ninth Uncle very depressed.
"Aiya, I almost forgot about this! If I go back late, I'll be scolded by my aunt again!”
Qiusheng had been brought up by her aunt, who owned a rouge and cosmetic shop in town. Usually, Qiusheng had to help her aunt look after the shop.
Upon hearing Ninth Uncle's reminder, he immediately said goodbye to everyone and rode his bicycle out the door.
"Ninth Uncle, Ninth Uncle!"
As soon as Qiu Sheng went out, a farmer ran in and rushed to Ninth Uncle. He knelt on the ground and shouted,"Hurry up and take a look. Our house is haunted!”
"Cai, get up and talk!" Ninth Uncle helped Ah Cai up and then instructed Lin Fan and Wen Cai,""The two of you, go pack your things!”
"Yes, Uncle!"? Lin Fan agreed and quickly went into the house to pack the weapons Ninth Uncle needed to catch ghosts.
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