bestfiction Chapter 192 Angry Driver
Chapter 192 Angry Driver
In the live broadcast room, the barrage of comments kept scrolling.
[You are so filial, praying for peace and blessings to suppress your father? Hahahaha! ]
[Brother, is it possible that your father had something to worry about and sent you a message in your dream? ]
[Something must have happened to you, but you were chased away by your father! ]
Zhang Zhiyuan showed a trace of embarrassment and embarrassment on his face: "In my dream, he was sitting on the grave and crying, and he didn't say a word..."
"It is said that humans and ghosts have different paths. If he keeps pestering me, my body won't be able to bear it."
"I felt very tired during those two days, and my whole body ached when I woke up in the morning. I had no choice but to go to the temple to pray for peace and blessings."
Shen Sangning smiled and said, "I'm really touched by your filial piety."
"Take your tools and go to your family's cemetery now and dig up your father's grave."
"What the hell? Are you kidding, Master?"
Zhang Zhiyuan looked at her blankly and asked uncertainly.
Shen Sangning blinked: "You must be kidding. Someone put something in your father's grave."
"That's why you've been unlucky lately."
"Your father originally planned to ask you for help in a dream, but you..."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyuan did not dare to delay. He took his mobile phone and went out to take a taxi. On the way, he also bought a shovel and a large bundle of ghost money, all with a face value of 6000 trillion.
[Um... can ghost money really be burned in the underworld? Does the Tiandi Bank recognize this 6000 trillion yuan piece? ]
[I have been struggling with this question for a long time. Paper money is sold everywhere. Are there real and fake ones? ]
[If I can really receive it, then I burn it for my grandfather every day. Will it cause inflation? ]
[I think it's just superstition. Now many places have banned burning paper. ]
Looking at the comments, Shen Sang Ning explained, "Paper money is useful for those who remain in the ghost realm, but not all ghost realm beings are eligible to use it."
"Only ghosts with good fortune can use it, so out of a hundred pieces of paper money burned, only a few can actually be transformed into ghost money."
"So there is no need to worry about inflation in the underworld. Karma will adjust at a fixed rate!"
"Besides, the bardo body after death does not last too long. If it is reincarnated, burning paper money will be useless."
"As a traditional folk worship item, ghost money is mainly used to express remembrance and respect for deceased relatives."
"Nowadays, burning paper money is indeed prohibited in many places. Firstly, it is useless in many cases, and secondly, it is harmful to the environment."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyuan turned around and looked at the large-denomination paper money placed aside, and asked, "Master, if I burn this paper money, can my father receive it?"
He just bought the largest denomination note specifically because he wanted to give his father more money.
Shen Sangning smiled and said, "It's totally useless."
"The ghost money printed nowadays is completely useless. Burning it will not turn it into money in the underworld. It's the same as burning newspapers."
"Only the yellow paper money with holes in it can be turned into money in the underworld after it is burned, because that kind of money was chanted with a money-making spell when it originated."
"Also, your father is in the bardo state now. If something hadn't been placed in the grave, he would have been reincarnated long ago."
"Then I understand, Master. Environmental protection is everyone's responsibility. I won't burn it anymore..."
Zhang Zhiyuan wanted to throw it away directly, but felt it was a pity.
He looked up at the driver and asked, "Brother, do you want this money?"
The driver glanced at him angrily and said, "Young man, what do you mean? Are you cursing me?"
"It's just that I have a good temper. If it were someone else, you would easily get beaten up, don't you know that?"
"If you can chat, say a few words. If you can't chat, don't say anything."
Zhang Zhiyuan's face turned red after being criticized, and he quickly explained: "No, brother, you misunderstood..."
"I just don't need it anymore, but I think it's a pity to throw it away. So I asked if you need it..."
The driver glanced at him sideways, and said in a teasing tone: "Why the hell do I need so much ghost money? Are you asking me to play mahjong with the King of Hell?"
"Your card alone is worth 6000 trillion. If the King of Hell loses in Mahjong, can he make up for it?"
"I earn a living driving a car, and you want to destroy it? Shut up now!"
Zhang Zhiyuan: “….”
[Hahahahahahaha! I am dying of laughter. These two can make a joke now! ]
[This is so scary. I have seen people giving cigarettes, alcohol, and money, but this is the first time I have seen people giving ghost money. ]
[6000 trillion on one bill, such a big bundle, can you open a bank in the underworld? ]
Zhang Zhiyuan sighed silently in his heart and shut his mouth obediently.
After getting off the car, he casually placed the paper money for the dead on the side of the road.
There are many graves around here, whoever wants one can take it.
When he arrived at his father's grave, Zhang Zhiyuan fell to his knees.
"Dad, I'm sorry. You said you came to me in my dream, but why didn't you say anything? I misunderstood..."
"Don't worry, I'm here to save you now!"
Following Shen Sangning's instructions, Zhang Zhiyuan began to search slowly from above, shovel by shovel.
About ten minutes later, there was an obvious sound of metal collision.
Zhang Zhiyuan threw the shovel aside and started digging the dirt little by little with his hands.
After a while, he took out the things from the grave.
It's a pair of black scissors.
His eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets.
The blade of the scissors was sharp, as if telling some evil secret.
He couldn't take his eyes off the scissors, and only one thought kept echoing in his mind: "Who did this?"
"Keep digging." Shen Sangning said softly.
"Is there anything else?" Zhang Zhiyuan asked back.
Seeing Shen Sangning nod, he picked up the shovel again and continued digging the grave.
It took him nearly an hour to find three identical pairs of scissors in his father's grave!
Zhang Zhiyuan was panting and sweating profusely: "Master, is there any saying about putting a pair of scissors in this tomb?"
Shen Sangning explained: "If you release one, it will destroy the feng shui of the tomb."
"Put two hands on it to ruin the family's fortune."
"If you release three, it will bring bad luck and misfortune to your offspring."
"Your recent bad luck is caused by these three pairs of scissors."
Zhang Zhiyuan's eyebrows knitted together: "I haven't offended anyone, who is so vicious?"
Shen Sangning smiled lightly: "We can talk about other things later, you can bury the soil first."
"Then go to the east and get some new soil to add."
"Yeah." Zhang Zhiyuan paused for a moment and continued to work.
When everything was packed up, I felt exhausted.
He gasped and said, "Master, someone must be trying to harm me. You have to help me."
Shen Sangning smiled and nodded: "Of course I will help you."
"Take these three pairs of scissors and go to your second uncle's house now."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyuan stood up and said, "Master, do you mean my second uncle did it?"