Confiscated property and exiled? I and the charlatan prince are competing against each other

It occurred to me that there were talented people in Chaoming Realm who could summon thunder and lightning for help.

Could it be that in this world, besides him who was reborn, there are others who came from the underworld just like him?

With doubts in his heart, Shi Henian looked around, trying to find out who it would be if there really was someone who was reborn through a dead body like him.

"Husband, why are you going to see those corpses? It's pitch black and scary." Seeing Shi Henian walking towards her, Jiang Yining hugged her arms and trembled with fear.

"The thunder came suddenly. There was no wind or rain, but someone was struck to death by lightning. This is the first time we have seen this in Da Chu." Shi Henian explained.

"I think what that old lady said is right. Maybe it's really the mountain god appearing. This is a punishment from heaven." Jiang Yining spoke mysteriously.

Hearing this, Shi Henian couldn't help but curl his lips and smile.

His eyes fell on Jiang Yining's face, which looked frightened but had an exceptionally rosy complexion.

"Since there is a mountain god here, we can borrow this place to rest. We have to prepare something." Shi Henian suddenly said.

Jiang Yining didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Shi Henian walked towards the carriage and tilted his head to look at her: "We have all the incense, candles and yellow paper we bought a few days ago. Now is a good day to burn incense."

Jiang Yining: ???

Before he could wonder, Shi Henian had already taken out a bundle from the carriage and brought over a ceramic basin.

Then, using the cover of his long sleeves, he counted on his fingers.

Finally, we chose a location facing the full moon in the mountains, where there happened to be a flat stone slab.

Jiang Yining looked at him with an indescribable expression, and saw him light a candle and insert three incense sticks on a steamed bun.

"Aning, come here and help me." Shi Henian called.

Jiang Yining walked over and received a thick stack of yellow paper in his hand.

Seeing Shi Henian lighting a fire and burning yellow paper in a ceramic basin, Jiang Yining cooperated although he was puzzled.

He rubbed the yellow paper with his fingertips, preparing to tear it apart piece by piece.

Shi Henian had been paying attention to her movements, and when he saw this, he quickly reached out to stop her: "That's not how you open it."

As he spoke, he took back the stack of yellow paper, folded it left and right, rubbed it a few times, and then shook it gently. In his hand, the three-centimeter-thick yellow paper was easily spread out like a folding fan, in an orderly manner.

Jiang Yining took it in surprise: "You... still have this skill?"

"I used to burn incense for my mother in previous years. Practice makes perfect." Shi Henian found a reason to explain.

"Who is this burned for?" Jiang Yining asked.

"Of course it's for the mountain god." Shi Henian replied.

He tilted his head to look at her and smiled inexplicably.

Jiang Yining, who was actively adding yellow paper to the paper, suddenly froze in his expression.

Being given the title of mountain god, she had one doubt.

Can a living person burn paper money for herself and receive incense? Will it affect her three, four, five, six, seven, and eight meals a day in the future?

The exiled prisoner, who was already frightened, suddenly smelled the scent of incense.

When he turned around, he saw a man and a woman squatting not far away, lighting incense and burning yellow paper. He was so scared that his face turned pale.

Even if he was afraid of being exiled by the official, he jumped up and hid behind the official: "Ghost! Ghost, there is a ghost!"

"Where did this ghost come from? Even if you have eyes, you can't see clearly?" Wang Dashan said solemnly: "Look carefully, there are two people."

As he said this, he walked over puzzledly: "Mr. Chen... what are you doing?"

"Pray to the mountain god here." Shi Henian said faintly, "If there are any wild ghosts passing by, they can also ask for some incense and food."

Wang Dashan widened his eyes in horror and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a chill all around him.

Shi Henian glanced at the faint souls of Ma Zi and Wu Chi that were attracted by the incense, and threw a few more pieces of yellow paper into the porcelain basin.