Fame From Part Time Efforts Chapter 9

A fierce general?

This Wuchang was slightly shorter than him, and although he couldn't see his entire face, his eyes were slightly round in shape. If this was considered fierce, then the word fierce might have been redefined without his knowledge.

Song Futan looked at Lan He's confident expression and asked, "Do you know that the height of a hat cannot be counted as height?"

Lan He: "......"

"My boss has certified it!" Lan He was so angry that he took off his hat and held it in his arms, saying with a messy hair, "My war donkey can plow the evil spirits flat, so don't look down on it... By the way, where is it?"

The paper donkey he folded was of very good quality. Didn't I see that Lao Bai also asked for it and sent it to Miaogan Mountain? If it wasn't damaged by human factors, it should be able to be used for a long time.

After Song Futan finished speaking, he suspected that he was too sarcastic, but seeing that Wuchang seemed to be angry for only three seconds, he quietly moved his eyes to Lan He's hair and said nonchalantly, "It? Just continue to watch the show."

Lan He turned to look at the stage and put his hat back on.

The "mother-in-law" was being bullied by the "daughter-in-law" so badly that justice suddenly came from the sky. A character in official robes came out from behind the scenes, accompanied by a group of petty officials, and shouted: "I am the King of Hell, you rude woman, kneel down!"

The other characters quickly knelt down, and the evil mother-in-law played by Li Chuan took a sneak peek and found that the "King of Hell" had a piece of paper money hanging on his ear. She was a little speechless after being scared. This is an old custom, but hanging paper money is for living people to pretend to be ghosts, so why are you, a ghost, joining in the fun...

"King Yama" is here to uphold justice.

"Qin Shi disrespected the elders and bullied them at will. Now I punish you by turning you into a live donkey for your mother-in-law to ride on!"

At a command from "King Yama", the "daughter-in-law" was surrounded by petty officials, covered with a "donkey skin", and turned into a donkey, whose hind legs were not very flexible.

The evildoers will be punished, and the audience applauded enthusiastically, "Good! Good!"

But the little lame donkey that appeared out of nowhere looked up, cried out "ah ang" twice, and stood up suddenly.

The clerk was in a panic, "Qin, where are you going?"

The lame donkey didn't care about whether you were from the Qin family or not. It kicked him away with its hind legs and jumped off the stage, revealing Li Chuan lying on the ground behind it. It didn't care about the trick and rushed to Lan He with a limp, nudging his palm with its head.

Song Futan explained: "They borrowed it before."

After his soul left his body, he originally wanted to follow the paper donkey back. When he met these wandering ghosts, he needed to ask them about old stories in the capital for his writing, so he agreed to lend them the donkey as a prop. However, he was a little worried about the paper donkey being damaged... so he followed him to see for himself.

Lan He raised his hand and touched the donkey's ears twice, but before he could do anything, he heard the ghosts over there finally realizing his presence burst into screams: "The police are coming! Run!!"

Lan He: "......"

It would have been fine if he didn't run, but as soon as he started running, Lan He subconsciously wanted to stop him.

He saw the ghosts jumping to the side, so he opened the fan and waved it twice. The ghosts were involuntarily blown back a few steps. One of them tried to escape, but Song Futan reached out to stop it.

The wild ghost didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a living soul, and even reached out to grab him.

Song Futan did not dodge or evade. Before the ghost's hand reached him, the rosary under his neck emitted a faint golden light, which pierced the wild ghost and made it somersault and flip out. Its figure was blurred for a moment. However, Song Futan remained firmly in the same place, calm and composed.

Lan He was also led away, and she scolded: "Don't move, squat down with your head in your hands!"

These are all lonely ghosts, how could they have the courage to go against the evil spirits openly? Their abilities are originally insufficient, otherwise they would not be unable to produce any props and have to ask Song Futan to borrow some. They just squatted there obediently.

"Are you okay?" Lan He asked the two living people, remembering that there were two unlucky guys here.

His tone was very gentle and kind, but Meng Qing and Li Chuan were trembling. In their eyes, Lan He was no different from other ghosts... After shivering for a long time, they finally dared to complain: "We want to go back, we are not willing."

The kid who played the role of "King Yama" squatted and jumped over here two steps, vying to take the initiative to say: "Master, we know we are wrong, we just had a craving for drama, and this is also the first time for me to play the role of His Majesty King Yama! I, I will report it, and I will make meritorious service while guilty!"

He pointed at another wild ghost and said, "He used to like to secretly perform "Swearing at Yama" and hum the line '

Oh my goodness, I heard that Qin Guanghui, the King of Hell in the Fifth Palace,'... "

"Bah, haven't you ever acted in "The Judge"? "

The two ghosts cursed at each other and started fighting.

Lan He finished staring, and even felt like laughing. "Alright, alright, I won't pursue these. But humans and ghosts are different. You bullied the living and forced them to perform. It's really a bully. I'll punish you... give me the fruit!"

To be honest, after he came down the mountain, he felt that he could eat a little more, but he had only eaten meat before, so he wanted to eat some vegetables and fruits...

The ghosts looked at each other in bewilderment. Most of the ghost messengers asked for money and incense.

Lan He: "Give it to me quickly, I know you have it, it's not long after Qingming Festival!"

Ghosts: "......"

Living people: "......"

A full meal for ghosts can last a year at most. A few days ago, on Qingming Festival, they did fish out some food, just like the living people celebrating the New Year, and were very happy. There were indeed some dishes left over, just like the dishes on New Year's Eve that can never be finished.

But, I have to hand it over to Wuchang...I feel too reluctant to do so.

Lan He: "Hurry up and hand over the food."

He collected the food one by one. One took an orange, another took two apples, and they made up a fruit basket.

Lan He was very satisfied with the results, but when he saw the ghosts, he started crying, "Why are you crying? Why didn't you think of crying when you were scaring people?"

The leading ghost wiped his tears and said, "Master, are you really not going to pursue the matter of the opera?"

The ghost messenger had no credibility either. What he was afraid of was that this big master, who had already come, would take the fruits and then pursue them further, and finally squeeze all the money out of them.

"Don't hurt others. I don't care what you do if you sing a play." Lan He said, "Don't mention it. The singing is not bad. I will come again next time."

"......" They all lowered their heads, not daring to respond, hesitating, "The tribute has been served, we will take our leave."

Lan He moved her fingers and they quickly slipped away.

Lan He took the confiscated fruits and asked Li Chuan, Meng Qing and Song Futan: "Do you want to eat them?"

Three people: "......"

Especially Meng Qing, she thought that the ghost catcher might be too approachable...which made her a little panic.

Lan He gave everyone an orange and said, "You can go now, go back quickly."

Can I go back now? Li Chuan almost fainted and sat there. He thought he couldn't leave.

Li Chuan and Meng Qing were both trembling with fear. Although they received the oranges, they dared not eat them. They might turn into leaves the next day. Isn't that how it was played in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"?

Although this ghost helped them, he was still a ghost and looked quite scary.

The two of them thought that the other might have lived for hundreds of years, so they performed an ancient ritual from a drama, then ran away hand in hand without looking back.

These two looked like they were born in the 80s at most, why did they bend their knees when saying goodbye? Lan He pondered while eating an orange.

......

Li Chuan and Meng Qing ran wildly in the night, clutching the oranges, not daring to look back. Fortunately, Li Chuan had a good memory and ran all the way back to the leisure villa. The gate was closed at night, and only the guard room was lit.

The two rushed over and knocked on the door. The guard saw two people dressed as female roles with disheveled hair and a somewhat frightened look outside, and frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Hello, we are actors from the Kawamoto group who are here to perform today. Can we go in for a moment?"

The guard looked at him and thought he looked like an actor, but...

"Everyone from Kawamoto's group is inside. No one has left. And the show is over now. Don't you think they are late?"

"No, we are really actors." Even though they were the main actors, Meng Qing didn't know how to explain it. "How about this, can you lend us a phone and we can ask the owner to pick us up?"

They were not allowed to bring their cell phones on stage, and they were taken away once they left backstage.

The security guard agreed and dialed the number for them, and the head of the Kawamoto class actually came to answer the call.

The troupe owner saw the two and said in surprise, "When did you go out to talk to your girlfriend secretly? I was looking for you to have a midnight snack together, but you disappeared after the performance. You came back just in time. The midnight snack is just ready."

"Hoo...Boss, we..." Li Chuan just said this, and suddenly paused, thinking of what the boss just said, and asked, "The midnight snack is just ready? Boss, what time is it now?"

The boss glanced at his phone and said, "It's a few minutes before ten."

"Before ten o'clock?!"

Li Chuan and Meng Qing looked at each other in bewilderment. The performance ended at half past nine. That meant that they got lost for a long time after the performance, performed the show, and then ran back. Only half an hour had passed?

"Hey, where did you get the oranges? Give them to me, I'm greedy." The class leader had no idea what they were thinking. These two were a perfect match, and the class had been teasing them. He suspected that they were having a tryst, and he was playing dumb. Look at him sweating all over, hehe.

Meng Qing was just staring blankly when the boss took the orange from her. It was a small orange, and he broke it open, squeezed it, and went half of it into his mouth.

"......Wait!" Meng Qing had no time to stop him and could only watch the class leader swallow it.

The two carefully looked at the owner, "Are you okay?"

"What's the matter? Nothing, um, I just feel that the oranges are not particularly fresh." said the boss.

Li Chuan murmured: "Maybe it's because it's been from Qingming Festival to now..."

......

The wasteland that was bustling just now was now only filled with Lan He and Song Futan.

Song Futan watched Lan He stuff the orange into her mouth under the mask. He was somewhat curious about what this impermanence looked like, but since the other party would rather eat in such a troublesome way than take off the mask, he must be in unspeakable pain.

He looked very lively, could it be that his death was too tragic...

Song Futan looked at him inquiringly, "Why don't you hold those wild ghosts accountable for "Swearing at Yama"?"

Lan He glanced at him and said quietly, "I am a subordinate of King Taishan. What does King Yama's business have to do with me?"

Song Futan: "............"

"Just kidding, I just think it's unnecessary. I know the play, and the content is actually about someone cursing King Yama in order to redress the grievances of a loyal minister, and King Yama brought the person back to life. It's nothing." Lan He said.

Song Futan thought about it and felt that the joke was indeed quite humorous.

And everyone says that the little devil is difficult to deal with, but he is quite reasonable.

"You're right." Song Futan asked, "How long have you been dead?"

ah?

Lan He was stunned, and couldn't help laughing: "Then how long do you think I have been dead?"

Song Futan thought of the ancient ritual that the two people had just performed, and Wuchang had no objection. At least...

"Has it been two hundred years?"

Lan He: "About the same."

He blushed secretly and told another lie. This was really a trick.

The little lame donkey brayed loudly and tried to B*tt Song Futan's waist.

Song Futan pulled its ears in disgust.

"It's reminding us that it's getting late and we should go back to the spirit world!" Lan He said, "Come on, I'll take you a ride... Don't look at me like that, I won't slap you anymore."

They are all returning to the city, so the route should be the same.

Song Futan did not ride the paper donkey this time. It was also his first time riding one. This time he and Lan He walked in the night, holding the limping little donkey in their hands.

It's quite predestined, Lan He thought, and asked, "Before... your rosary seemed to be very powerful, and those ghosts couldn't touch you."

The back fish strung among them looks even more golden. The back fish in the rosary gathers Yang energy. As the back is Yang and the chest is Yin, that is why it hangs behind the back.

When Song Futan tried to stop the wild ghosts, they were unable to get close to him.

"This was left by a great monk." Song Futan twirled his prayer beads, "I often lose my soul, and this can protect my soul from evil spirits."

"You often lose your soul, which is a bit pitiful." Lan He thought to herself that it was no wonder that she saw him again so soon. "But fortunately, there is an expert to help you. My colleague told me that Beijing is the place with the most scammers and the most experts."

Song Futan rarely had the opportunity to talk about this with others, and it was difficult for him to write about it. He mocked, "There are many wronged souls. The world is already half human and half ghost. According to the liars, if you suffer from insomnia and have many dreams, you will be haunted by wronged souls for a hundred years. It seems that there are not enough ghosts..."

Lan He couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha!"

Although the lower half of his face was not visible, his eyes were curved, filled with starlight and smiles.

Song Futan also raised the corners of his mouth, softening his arrogant aura and cold and handsome facial features.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, both thinking about something, and there was a moment of silence.

Name is an important symbol in the world of ghosts and gods.

It has an extra special meaning than the world of the living, and all living things treat it with more caution.

Deep down, Lan He wanted to ask the other person's name, but he was worried that he was now in the state of death. Who would be willing to tell the ghost their name? Ordinary people are afraid of dying when a ghost calls their name.

So he thought for a long time and just said: "The stolen oranges are a little stale..."

Song Futan wanted to know the name of this impermanence, but ghosts and gods would not easily tell people their real names. In some religions, the writing of the real names of ghosts and gods is even a secret that cannot be passed on.

So he hesitated for a moment and just agreed: "A little bit, but it's still sweet."

......

Song family.

Song Futan's body lay flat on the bed, motionless.

Song's mother rubbed her brows, "What should I do? Why is Fu Tan's soul separation frequency increasing? Nothing will happen, right? Look, why is this again..."

Song Qiyun comforted his wife: "Don't worry, let's call Master Budong."

It was already late at night. The phone rang for a while before it was answered. It was not Master Budong. "Mr. Gabriel, this is Sikong. Master has gone to bed. He said that if you call tonight, he will tell you that Futan will be fine."

"......Sorry to bother you." Song Qiyun and his wife thought that Master Budong was indeed the one who knew they would call, which made them feel a little relieved. "But, Master Sikong, can you tell us why? This is the second time he has left his soul this week."

Sikong's voice was gentle and calm on the phone: "It's just that the capital has been uneasy recently, but Master said that Futan is a sick red lotus. Although his physique is special and easily attracts evil spirits, his heart is like a lotus and he is unmoved. With Master's Buddhist beads protecting him, the evil spirits can lead him away from his soul but cannot hurt him. All you need to do is..."

Sikong was just talking when Song's mother interrupted him hastily: "Wait, Master Sikong."

She looked at her son's face carefully, confirmed it once more, and then said in a frightened tone: "Futan hasn't come back to life yet, but he was smiling just now. What does this mean? This has never happened before."

If you use your brain, you will know that when the soul leaves the body, all it sees are monsters and demons. How can it laugh?

And it wasn't a weird smile, nor a miserable smile, but a happy smile that was rarely seen in normal times.

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Sikong's calmness was broken, and he said in a confused tone: "Master didn't say... Maybe he encountered some interesting ghost this time?"