When they entered the back hall, the altar had already been set up by Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. Lin Fengjiao and Ye Xuan nodded. Then, they walked up to the altar.
According to the original plan, Lin Fengjiao was supposed to act cool. Before he opened the altar, he would do something that people would not understand. However, this time, because Ye Xuan was watching and Ye Xuan's cultivation was not lower than his, he did not try to act cool. He first lit some incense and chanted an incantation. Then, he conjured a spell and pointed at the Eight Trigrams Mirror on the altar. Immediately, a red Eight Trigrams Mirror appeared and flew into the sky.
"Senior, Senior Brother, what is Master doing?" Wen Cai joined the sect late and did not know much about Lin Fengjiao's spell. When he saw the Eight Trigrams Mirror made of red light, he asked curiously.
"Hmm, from what I can see, Master is going to cast a very powerful spell." Qiu Sheng didn't know what Lin Fengjiao wanted to do, but since Wen Cai had asked, if he couldn't answer, he would be disrespecting his Senior Brother's authority. Thus, he rolled his eyes and tried to fool Wen Cai.
"Oh, it's a very powerful spell!" Wen Cai nodded seriously. Then he thought for a moment and felt that something was wrong. He looked at Qiu Sheng suspiciously and said, "Senior, Senior Brother, Fei, a very powerful spell, what spell is it?"
Beside them, Ye Xuan could not help but shake his head at the sight of the two buffoons. He said, "Your master is using the Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission technique that is exclusive to the Maoshan Sect. He can transmit whatever he wants to say to a predetermined talisman within a certain range. Of course, this range is a little exaggerated. It can't reach a thousand mile range, but as long as it's within 300 miles, he can receive it. "
In other words, this spell was like a pager in the 90s. It could transmit what one wanted to say to the other party. However, if the other party wanted to reply, they would have to use the Thousand Mile Voice Transmission technique like Lin Fengjiao. It was very troublesome.
"So, so it's like this!" After hearing Ye Xuan's explanation, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng nodded in understanding.
"Alright, I've already asked your Martial Uncles and Martial Uncles to come over to help. They might arrive in two days. Wen Cai, Qiu Sheng, take down the altar! " After casting the spell, Lin Fengjiao brushed off the non-existent dust on her body, then turned around and said to her two disciples.
"Master, that's it?" Qiu Sheng furrowed his brows. He didn't expect that their Master would only use a short while after he and Wen Cai had spent so much time setting this up.
"What? Do you have a problem with that?" Lin Fengjiao raised her eyebrows and glared at him.
"No, no. Wen Cai, hurry up and help me take down the altar!" Qiu Sheng shrunk his neck and didn't dare to say anything else. He quickly shouted for Wen Cai to take down the altar.
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng hurriedly took down the altar while Ye Xuan and Lin Fengjiao walked back to the main hall to chat. The two of them talked about finding someone to help them print the ghost money tomorrow. Ye Xuan took the opportunity to ask about the materials needed to print the ghost money. Then, he took out a hundred yuan and asked Lin Fengjiao to help him prepare the materials.
This time, Lin Fengjiao didn't refuse anymore. In order to help Ye Xuan print so much ghost money, other than manpower, it would also require a lot of materials.
For example, the ink used to print the ghost money was not enough. As the currency of the underworld, the underworld required the ink to be mixed with tung oil and various herbs to prevent counterfeiting. Also, the paper used to print the ghost money couldn't be just any ordinary paper. It had to be high quality Xuan paper. This kind of Xuan paper was still very expensive in this era. Because of these reasons, there were very few fake ghost papers and the quality of them was very high.
The two of them discussed for a while and when they were almost done, they returned to their respective rooms to rest.
After returning to the room that Lin Fengjiao arranged for him, Ye Xuan sat on the bed and began to cultivate. He didn't sleep at all!
The next day, because they were going to hire someone to help them print the ghost money, Lin Fengjiao kicked Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng out of bed early in the morning. After a quick breakfast, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng went to the town to ask for help. Ye Xuan took the herbs and other materials that he had discussed with Lin Fengjiao yesterday and went out to buy them. As for Lin Fengjiao, she stayed in the room to prepare the tools needed to print the ghost money.
The four of them split into three groups. After half an hour, everyone returned.
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng brought back 20 nearby citizens. When these citizens heard that there were people looking for work, and that there was even a large sum of money to be paid per day, they all rushed to join. Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng easily gathered all the people and brought them back.
Ye Xuan only used half an hour to bring back the herbs and ink that Lin Fengjiao needed. Then, he returned to Lin Fengjiao's room to make the special ink.
After two hours, everything was ready. Then, the 20 people began to work in full swing.
As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers. The 20 people worked together. Some brushed ink, some cut the paper, and some dried the paper. One after another, the ghost money was produced like flowing water.
When night fell, they finished working. According to the statistics, they had printed nearly 90,000 pieces of ghost money with a face value of 4,000 to 5,000 taels of silver. In total, they had printed more than 380 million taels of silver. This was 30 million more than the 350 million taels that Ye Xuan had promised to the Envoys.
After the wages were paid to the citizens, whether it was Ye Xuan or Lin Fengjiao, they all let out a sigh of relief. They didn't think that they would actually be able to complete this task in one day.
"Aiyo, I'm so tired!" Qiu Sheng stood up and stretched.
"Yeah, I still have some. I'm a little hungry!" Wen Cai added.
"Hungry? That's easy. Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, go to the tavern in town and get some food. Why don't we just drink some wine? "Ye Xuan smiled as he took out ten large sums of money and handed it to Qiu Sheng.
"Daoist friend, there's no need. Qiu Sheng, what are you doing? Why don't you return the money to Daoist Ye? "Lin Fengjiao glared at Qiu Sheng and scolded him.
"Gu gu gu —" At this moment, a drum-like sound came from Lin Fengjiao's stomach. Everyone was startled and Lin Fengjiao's face couldn't help but turn red.
"Alright, Ninth Uncle, it's only natural to work and eat. Besides, it's all thanks to your help today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do so many things in a day. It's only right that we drink some wine to celebrate." Ye Xuan smiled and turned his head. "Qiu Sheng, you and Wen Cai go and come back quickly. I'm hungry!"
"Alright, we'll go right away. Master, wait a moment!" Qiu Sheng smiled and ran out of the courtyard with Wen Cai.
"These two brats …" Lin Fengjiao laughed as she scolded them from behind.
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