"I see!"
Realization dawned on Lin Mu.
Chatting with these two messengers of death, he gained a lot of knowledge.
"Immortal, please keep this…"
The two messengers of death communicated with each other and handed over a dozen shiny yellow copper coins.
The copper coin was round on the outside and square on the inside, symbolizing that the sky was round and the earth was square.
On the front side, the words 'Yin Spirit Carving Saint' were carved in insect and bird seal script. On the back side, the dangerous pass was drawn, looking like the gate to hell.
Lin Mu picked up a copper coin and was a little surprised."This is…?"
"Ghost money is called incense money in the netherworld.”
The two messengers of death rubbed their hands and smiled obsequiously."If you have friends and relatives in the netherworld, you can burn some of this incense money during the sacrifice. Your friends and relatives will receive it then…"
Lin Mu raised his eyebrows." You're giving me incense money for no reason. Is there something wrong?"”
"I won't hide it from you, Daoist Master…"
The two messengers of death nodded and said eagerly,""Although we brothers are the messengers of the underworld, we have been dead for more than a hundred years. There is no one to worship us, and there is no incense.”
"So, could you please pull some strings…"
"Let this family set up a memorial tablet for us so that we can enjoy some food during the holidays.”
The two messengers of death carefully revealed their purpose.
"You guys are interested in this family's wealth, aren't you?" Lin Mu smiled faintly.”
"As expected, I can't hide it from the eyes of the Immortal.”
The two messengers of death complimented him." Ordinary people need to spend some money to set up a memorial tablet. Rich people don't care about this. We can also have a good place to go!”
"I can help you ask!"
Lin Mu pondered for a while and said,"But I can't guarantee that it will work."
"Thank you, Perfected One!"
The two messengers of death were delighted.
The two of them could tell.
With the trust that the mistress of this house had in Lin Mu, not to mention setting up a memorial tablet, even building a small temple would not be a problem!
Knock, knock, knock!
Lin Mu walked to the door of Jiang You Ruo's room and knocked lightly.
"Please come in!"
Madam Jiang's voice came from the room.
Ever since she had sent the note to the netherworld, she and Feng Xiaoman had been accompanying Jiang Youruo's body in the room, looking forward to her awakening.
"Master, is there news of Yourou?”
Madam Jiang saw that it was Lin Mu who opened the door and stood up from the bed. Her eyes were filled with hope.
"No!"
Lin Mu shook his head and said," It's the two messengers of death in the living room. They want Madam to set up a memorial tablet for them…"
Then…
He briefly explained the matter.
"Set up a memorial tablet?"
Madam Jiang thought for a few seconds and said,"Grandmaster, please help me tell the two messengers of death that there's no problem with setting up memorial tablets. They can even build a temple for them, but the prerequisite is that…they have to guarantee that my daughter can return to life!”
"Promise to return to the sun?"
When the two messengers of death heard this, they shook their heads like rattle-drums."No, no, we don't have the ability to do so. We can't make blind promises!”
Seeing this, Lin Mu asked suspiciously,""Didn't you say that as long as the corpse is not damaged, you can return to life?”
The two messengers of death explained,"She can only return to life before her life is over. What if her life is over?"”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A gust of cold wind mixed with the smell of incense suddenly blew from outside the small building.
"There's a divine Shangguan!"
The two messengers of death stood up from the table in fear and hurriedly went forward to welcome him.
In Lin Mu's field of vision.
A middle-aged man wearing a green robe and a wine pot tied to his waist flew in from afar on a five-colored smoke.
"Greetings, Judge Lu!"
When the two messengers of death saw Lu Zhidao, they hurried forward to greet him.
"Yes!"
Lu Zhidao nodded lightly. Then, his eyes shifted to the elegant young man standing in the living room."You are Lin Mu?"
"Yes!" Lin Mu nodded.
"I received the memorial you wrote.”
Lu Zhidao studied Lin Mu and said with a breath of alcohol,""I've brought that woman's soul, but is her corpse still there?”
"Yes, please follow me!"
Lin Mu turned around and walked to the door of the room, gently pushing it open.
When Mrs. Jiang and Feng Xiaoman heard the door being pushed open, they subconsciously turned to look.
Then, Lin Mu pushed open the door and turned around.
He made a 'please' gesture to the empty space behind him.
Thud! Thud!
Madam Jiang's heart began to beat rapidly. She had obviously guessed the truth.
"Go!"
Lu Zhidao waved his right sleeve, and a dim light entered Jiang Youruo's body like a bird flying into the forest.
After a while.
Jiang You Ruo, who was lying on the bed, moaned and slowly opened her clear eyes.
"Yourou, Yourou?"
Madam Jiang sat by the bed with tears in her eyes. Her voice was extremely gentle as she called out,"Can you hear me?"
"Mom…"
Jiang Youruo gradually woke up and immediately cried out loud,""Mom, I dreamed that I went to hell. It was so scary!”
Madam Jiang cried tears of joy. She hugged Jiang You Ruo and comforted her softly,""Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Mommy is here.”
"I dreamed that there was an old woman rowing a boat in the underworld, and a ferocious official in a green robe…"
Jiang Youruo wiped her tears and cried,""That official said that my life was not over and that I should return to the world, so he took me away!”
Lu Zhidao was speechless.
I'm ferocious?
Are you polite?
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