I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

"father."

In a trance, Old Man Zhao heard a familiar call.

He sat up from his simple bed, opened his eyes wide, and saw his son who had died a full month ago coming to see him.

In the moonlight, his figure was transparent, without a shadow, and his little face was pale.

But the voice and the look were definitely his.

After a brief moment of fear, Old Man Zhao said:

"Son, aren't you dead?"

Zhao Xiaogui said:

"He's really dead, Dad. I'm communicating with my soul, and I'm watching you from underground!"

Old man Zhao suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, then asked in confusion:

"But you've even passed the seventh day after death. Shouldn't you have already been reincarnated after death?"

"Could it be that you're worried about me, your father? You have unfulfilled wishes, so you're reluctant to leave?"

"Poor thing, I am the one sending off the young!"

As he spoke, tears flashed in Old Man Zhao's eyes. He had toiled and worked hard all his life just for this child, but now his hopes were dashed and there was no point in living anymore.

Seeing that Old Man Zhao was about to cry, he hurriedly said to the little ghost:

"No, Dad, there are too many ghosts in the underworld. When I first arrived, they told me that it would take a hundred years to be reincarnated, so I had to live there well."

"But before I'd even been there for two days, they told me there was no way I could be reincarnated. I should just live well down there. Ghosts don't have a lifespan limit anyway, so maybe I can even wait for you, my father..."

After hearing this, Old Man Zhao's eyes widened even more, and he couldn't help but wail:

"Why would God do this to us father and son?"

"If I can't reincarnate, doesn't that mean I can never be reborn?"

"Then all my daily prayers and burning incense to worship gods are useless!"

"I've been poor all my life, and I never expected this to be the outcome..."

As he spoke, Old Man Zhao became a little emotionally broken.

"No, Dad, there's nothing wrong with being a ghost."

Seeing that Old Man Zhao didn't know the truth and looked sad, Little Ghost Zhao said quickly:

"Dad, even though I can't be reborn as a ghost, I can practice now. As long as I spend some time, I can become a ghost with magical powers!"

"It's really good down there. The one who brought me here was Lord Xu An. He not only saved us ghosts from being torn apart, but he also took the initiative to find a place for us to settle down."

"Son, I now have three acres of paddy fields and two acres of dry land. The tax is one tenth of the tax. The more you work, the more you earn. How great!"

Old man Zhao was startled and asked in a low voice:

"Really?"

Five acres of land, one tenth of the tax?

To him, this is no different from an ordinary person picking up a mountain of gold for free.

"real!"

Zhao Xiaogui nodded and said:

"Dad, if you were not still alive, I would really like to take you down here right now. Life here is much better than on earth."

Old Man Zhao said:

"Then is it too late for me to die now?"

Zhao Xiaogui quickly stopped him:

"Dad, don't be impulsive. This person who committed suicide seems to have some paperwork issues down there, so he may not be able to come down. You'd better wait to die."

Old man Zhao nodded suddenly and asked:

"Then how long do I have to wait for your father to die?"

"Dad, what are you talking about..."

Zhao Xiaogui's face turned black, and he continued:

"After all, you are alive now, so why would you just wait to die?"

Old Man Zhao smiled awkwardly, thinking of the person Zhao Xiaogui mentioned, and couldn't help asking:

"Son, this Lord Xu you're talking about, is he the big shot down there?"

"He... Dad, let me tell you in detail!"

When Zhao Xiaogui told Old Man Zhao about Xu An's legendary experiences in Yin Court these days, the old man's eyes widened and his lips trembled as he said,

"Son, this is a young hero. With such ability, I will feel relieved if you follow him!"

Zhao Xiaogui nodded and said:

"Dad, I heard that Master Xu will soon be transferred to the mortal realm to take up his post. When the time comes, please burn a few more incense sticks for him on my behalf."

Old man Zhao nodded repeatedly.

And similar scenes are still happening tonight.

the next day.

Yangzhou government.

Zhang Xian has been extremely busy these days because of the increasing number of ghost stories and doesn't know what to do.

In addition, after he met Xu An that night, he had been feeling absent-minded and had many dreams at night.

Even when I wake up, I often wet my shoes.

He looked as if his physical strength and energy were not as good as before.

"My Lord, are you not feeling better yet?"

The master looked at his master's appearance and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Stop talking now. Every night, as soon as I close my eyes, my mind is filled with ghosts. What kind of karma am I creating?"

Zhang Xian's face suddenly became bitter, his lips were pale and bloodless, and he looked extremely weak.

"Didn't Xu An tell the adults that something unfortunate has happened in the human world? This constant haunting and demonic activity must be one of them."

"Sir, this is a government office after all. Ordinary demons and ghosts wouldn't dare to act rashly. I think you have a mental illness!"

"Really?"

Zhang Xian turned his head and looked at his own master.

"Sir, this heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. Why don't you go to the temples of the major gods in the city and burn incense and worship?"

The lawyer came closer to Zhang Xian and began to give him advice.

"Nonsense! As the prefect of Yangzhou, an official appointed by the imperial court, how can I worship the gods casually? If this gets out, won't people laugh at me?"

Zhang Xian looked disgusted. Praying to gods and Buddhas was something ordinary people did.

He was an official appointed by the court, and his status determined that he could only be loyal to the emperor and the Great Xia Dynasty.

The imperial court could understand the idea of ​​returning to one's hometown to worship ancestors, so it didn't care about it.

But as the official of Yangzhou, what's the big deal about him taking the lead in going to the temple to worship gods?

Doesn't this just show his incompetence, inability to solve problems, and need for help from others?

The master slapped his thigh and said:

"Your Excellency can go quietly."

Zhang Xian thought about it, shook his head and said:

"I don't think your method is reliable. I dreamed of Xu An, not some other god..."

The master's mind moved slightly, and he continued:

"Then, sir, how about this? We set up a memorial tablet for him. When you have free time, you can burn incense and offer sacrifices to comfort the deceased soul. Is that okay?"

Thinking that Xu An died more or less because of himself, and that he had no real intention of taking his life after returning that night, Zhang Xian hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.

"Okay, go ahead and do it. Remember to keep it secret. Choose good quality wood for the tablet..."

The lawyer nodded and did it immediately.

By noon, he ran back empty-handed.

Zhang Xian couldn't help but ask:

"Where is the tablet?"

The master swallowed his saliva and panted:

"Sir, please stop talking about the tablet. When I arrived at the store, I found that many people had already gathered spontaneously and started to shape a clay statue for the Xu An you mentioned!"

Zhang Xian was dumbfounded and couldn't help but say:

"Are you sure it's not the same name?"

The master couldn't help but say:

"Sure, I've seen that Xu An."

"The clay statue the people made of him looked exactly like him."

"Sir, he is about to be deified!"