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"The Ghost Festival is filled with Yin Qi, and I have been in contact with them all year round, so my senses are much stronger than the average person. That's why it's cold right now."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Luo Mingshang nodded, "Ghost Festival. It seems very interesting, what exactly do I need to do? Anyway, I have nothing to do right now, so why don't you tell me about the Ghost Festival? " It was like a child trying to listen to a story.

"The so-called Ghost Festival, in short, is a festival that has been haunted by ghosts. There are four Ghost Festival holidays a year, the third day of March, the fifth day of the Qing Ming Festival, the sixth day of the seventh month, the first day of October, the third day of the third month and the third day of the Qing Ming Festival. I think I don't need to say it anymore, you know that the Human Realm's holidays should be more or less understood. "Let me introduce you to the last half of July. You may not know about half of July, but you may know about the Chinese Festival."

"Zhongyuan Festival." Luo Mingshang nodded his head, "This I know, I have also heard of it before. According to legends, every year, from the first of July, Ghost Gate would open wide, and the ghosts and wraiths imprisoned in hell would leave the underworld, obtaining a short period of loitering, enjoying the incense and worship of the human world. That's why people call this entire July the Ghost Moon."

"Yes, that's right. The elders often think that this month is unlucky, unable to get married or get married, or else something big will happen. But this is our good month," I nodded, didn't they know a lot about it? " Every year on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, China's annual "Ghost Festival" in the middle of the Yuan, Buddhism called "Python Festival." Legend has it that on this day, when the Ghost Gate opens, the ghosts and wronged spirits of the Infernal Realm will wander about through the Ghost Gate, only returning to the underworld after the end of July. Therefore, the people started to pay their respects to their dead relatives, burn their underworld paper ingots, and put the river lamps on. They started to do things in order to pray for the protection of their ancestors, or to surpass their limits and dispel their grievances. " I continued, "As for the ghosts of the festival, there are usually two types of ghosts. One is the evil spirits, the abnormal ghosts that die, in simple terms, other than natural diseases, old age, and other ghosts such as those that are killed, drowned, burned, hanged, and so on, they are all called ghosts that have died in injustice, or died in vain. These types of ghosts had the heaviest grievances, and they would often appear as a disaster to the world. The main purpose of the sacrificial ceremony was to transcend these evil spirits and dissolve the grievances, thus alleviating the pain. The other type was the so-called 'good ghost', mainly the dead ancestors and their loved ones. These ghosts were sacrificed in worship of their ancestors. The elderly believe that their own ghosts will not harm their own people, and will protect their own children and grandchildren. Through the ceremony, they can bring back the ghosts of their loved ones to enjoy the sacrifices and beg their ancestors' protection. "

"Oh ~" Luo Mingshang lowered his head and nodded his head in thought.

"As for October 1st, this is the first day of the 10th lunar month, not the National Day of October 1st. October 1st is often called the 'October Dynasty', and some people also call it 'Ancestral Sacrifice' or 'Han-Yi Festival'. "Since ancient times, there has always been a custom of offering sacrifices to the ancestors during the harvest, as a show of filial piety and not forgetting their roots." I didn't say anything more, the most recent was a July and a half.

Sitting on the stone bench and basking in the sun, the two of us discussed the origins of the July Half-Ghost Festival, but it was only a simple introduction for the beginning of October, so it was obvious that someone was unhappy.

"Is that all? And March 3rd, Ching Ming Festival, mm... I know about the Qingming Festival, but what about the first of October? " Luo Mingshang was not satisfied listening to this, as he had nothing better to do in this kind of situation.

"March 3rd and Qingming Festival are almost over. The first day of October has not arrived yet. I'll tell you when the time comes. " I don't want to say anything more.

Luo Mingshang did not continue to be conflicted, "This Antique Street is just a door, right?"

"Yes." He closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

"Is the Antique Street responsible for helping the ghost servant manage those ghosts?" he asked again.

"Probably," I answered in a daze. "However, this kind of thing isn't related to me, it's only Mr. Qing Shui and the bunch of elders from the Council of Elders who are busy with such things. At this time, I am busy with earning money."

"Earning money?" Puzzled, "Are they selling antiques? Or is it exorcism? "

"Of course not." I straightened my body, shifted a little, and continued to fall down, "I'm in the yin marriage business, of course I have to do some good publicity before going to the Human Realm. If any one of them wants to find a partner, they can come over to my place."

"underworld Valentine's Day?" Luo Mingshang tilted his head and said.

I paused, as if to say, "That's fine."

"…" Luo Mingshang suddenly stopped talking. After a long while, he finally managed to speak up, "As long as you're happy."

However, we can't just distribute the flyers anymore. If some bad-tempered ghost sees that we can't eat the flyers, they will get angry, so we still have to prepare some fruits and other things to use as sacrificial offerings.

Things were usually prepared by Ming Qing himself. Some of the online purchases went directly to the shop, where the candles and ingots were extremely popular.

To me, the Ghost Festival is a great time to earn money, but to be honest, there are some people who are not really looking forward to it. Giving a flyer to ghosts, this kind of shameful thing is impossible for Rui Zhe who is doing it for the first time.

On the fourteenth of July, the Ghost Gate were wide open. During the day, I slept at home as I had to start working at night. I could not rest for the whole night, so I would tire myself to death.

The sky gradually darkened. From sunrise to sunset, the sky turned from blue to orange and then to deep blue. I was woken up by a group of people in the store.

"Hey, hey, boss, wake up, it's getting dark." This was Ming Yu's voice.

"It's night. Time to sleep." I rolled over and kicked back to sleep.

"Hey, hurry up and wake up. If you didn't go out earlier today, who would you send to if the ghost left?" "Ming Yu began to use his hands to grab at them. "I'm not making money anymore. Those flyers won't cost anything to print, and the offerings won't cost any money. Quickly get up and give it to Sis."

"Then let's wait for the next time." I was still in a daze. It seemed that I had really fallen asleep.

"Hurry up and get up." Ming Yu panicked, "Hurry up and get up, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite."

"Sis, Sis, calm down. "Don't be angry." Seeing that Ming Yu was panicking, Ming Qing quickly pulled Ming Yu away, "Boss, you're so angry after waking up, I don't want to build a house anymore."

On the other hand, the Mystical Zero was even calmer, smiling as it walked to the bedside and gently patted it: "Boss, it's time to wake up."

"Huh?" I finally opened my eyes in a daze and woke up. "Is it dawn?"

"It's already dark." When the Mystical Zero saw that I had finally woken up, it immediately stretched out its hand to pull me up. It bent its head and helped me put on my shoes.