Upon hearing Ninth Uncle's words, Lin Feng was slightly startled.
"Master, I can understand the fight for the position of Mao Mountain's Sect Master, but the latter one is the Underworld's banknote printing ambassador. Even if there is some profit, it shouldn't be too much, right? There won't be too much conflict, right?"
Lin Feng had a puzzled look on his face as he stared at Ninth Uncle.
At this moment, Ninth Uncle smiled and shook his head. He cast a deep glance at Lin Feng and smiled."Feng 'er, it's too vulgar to talk about profits for this position!”
The most attractive thing about this position was never the profit. Some people didn't even make money at all and would only print at a loss!
Were they stupid?
No!
All cultivators were shrewd! Helping the underworld to print paper money was a good thing to accumulate Yin virtue! This was easier than capturing one or two malicious ghosts and sending them back to the underworld. Moreover, the accumulated Yin virtue was much more!
There were many functions of Yin De. Among them, the most obvious one was to increase one's cultivation speed!
Furthermore, cultivators who obtained this position would receive great benefits even if they reported to the Underworld a hundred years later. They could even be given a certain position without having to reincarnate!”
After speaking, Ninth Uncle cast a deep glance at Lin Feng before smiling."Feng 'er, do you still think that this position is useless now?”
After hearing Ninth Uncle's words, Lin Feng fell silent for quite a while.
He had to admit that he had been too shallow. When it came to matters related to Hell, the benefits would never be limited to mere monetary gains.
Even though it was a small position, it was still Hell's official position.
With this identity, there were many things that would be easier to handle. He would also have a channel to contact Underworld.
Not to mention, there was also the income of Yin De and the income after death.
No wonder, no wonder even a kind-hearted person like Ninth Uncle would turn against his senior brother for the position!
It was no wonder that Shi Jian hated his junior brother to the bone!
"Alright, Feng 'er, it's not long before the Ghost Festival. There's still about ten days left. During these days, you can go to town with Wencai to buy toilet paper! Remember, it has to be good!"
Ninth Uncle solemnly stared at Lin Feng.
"Yes, Master!"
The next day.
Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng, and Lin Feng rushed to the Ren Family Town. With the help of the resources under Ren Tingting, they quickly found a large batch of high-quality papyrus.
After Lin Feng and Ren Tingting were intimate with each other for a while, he brought these papyrus and literary talents back to the mortuary.
At this moment, Ninth Uncle had already set up an altar in the courtyard of the mortuary.
He was wearing a Daoist robe.
On the altar in front of him was the golden seal.
"Grand Supreme Elder, hurry!”
Ninth Uncle formed a seal with his hand and fiercely pointed at the golden seal at the side. Soon, the golden light on the original golden seal gradually faded and slowly turned into a wooden seal.
On the originally empty printed surface, a wooden carving appeared.
"Phew!"
Ninth Uncle heaved a sigh of relief and put away the things.
He smiled and glanced at Wen Caiqiu and Lin Feng."Just in time, you guys are back. Let's help out together. This is the key to printing the Underworld Coins!”
Wen Cai Qiu Sheng was already used to it.
Ninth Uncle had been the Underworld's money-printing ambassador for two to three years. They had seen this scene two to three times. The two of them had drooping faces as they began to print Underworld coins.
Lin Feng curiously helped by the side.
He was busy from dawn to dusk.
In these few days, the most important thing for the mortuary was to do this.
After the meal, Ninth Uncle began to get busy. He first set up the altar and held three incense sticks in his hand. He bowed three times on the altar and made a hand seal before inserting the incense sticks into the incense burner.
Ninth Uncle closed his eyes and muttered something.
He took out a piece of white paper and burned it, placing it into the incense burner beside him.
Lin Feng stood at the side and curiously watched Ninth Uncle's actions.
Ninth Uncle glared at Qiu Sheng and said unhappily,""Watch carefully! You don't have any other abilities, but you talk a lot of nonsense! Look, your junior brother didn't even say anything. He let you say everything! Hurry up and get to work!"
Uncle Nine's words rendered Qiu Sheng speechless. He silently walked to the side and began to print paper money.
At this time, Ninth Uncle's ritual had stopped, and a lot of paper money had been printed beside him.
"Feng 'er."
Lin Feng walked to the side of Ninth Uncle.
"What do you need me to do? Master!"
"Help me count the 49 sample money. After I write this notice, I'll burn it down together.”
"Good!"
Lin Feng walked to Qiu Sheng's side. Qiu Sheng was currently busy printing nether coins and cutting them into small pieces. Lin Feng picked up a piece of nether money beside him.
"Wow! Master, why did the Nether Coins increase to five thousand taels this year! Wasn't it four thousand taels last year?"
Lin Feng held a piece of nether money as he spoke to Ninth Uncle.
"It's a special period now. The prices of everything above are rising. It should be the same below, so I printed a little more!”
Ninth Uncle said.
"Wow! Master, I didn't expect you to be so heartless! No wonder you're the banknote printing ambassador!”
Lin Feng smiled at Ninth Uncle.
"Cut the crap! Hurry up and count!"
Ninth Uncle unhappily stared at Lin Feng as he spoke.
" This is printed by the person with special permission. The signature of the person with special permission is used as proof. If there is any forgery, you will be sent to the 18th level of hell and never be able to reincarnate. The person with special permission, sign…"
"I'm done!"
At this moment, Ninth Uncle handed a roll of paper money and a signed book to Lin Feng.
"Burn it!"
After burning it, Lin Feng turned and returned to the main hall. At this moment, the sun had already set.
"Qiusheng, where's Wencai?" Ninth Uncle asked Qiusheng. I haven't seen him all afternoon. Where did he go?”
Qiu Sheng looked up at Ninth Uncle and said,""Oh! Wen Cai said that he had a show tonight and was going to reserve a seat now!”
Hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Ninth Uncle said unhappily,""Tonight's show is for ghosts!”
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