One Thousand Years After the Death of the Ancestor [Metaphysics]

After Tianshi Zhongkui slept for thousands of years, he finally woke up, only to find that things in the underworld had changed. Wei Zheng, Cui Jue, and Lu Zhidao have all become ghosts and become saints in the immortal class. Their fiancé Du Ping has been promoted for hundreds of years and has brought other fairies to break the engagement with him. On my own, I can't even afford an apartment in Fengdu... After sighing up to the sky, she decided to go to the human world to work hard, kill several ghost kings for whom the heavenly palace offered rewards, and become a civil servant in the heavenly government as soon as possible. * The Tianshi Mansion, which once had thousands of disciples, has been passed down to the thirty-eighth generation. The population has dwindled, and only a pair of senior brothers are left, who can't help but offer incense to the ancestor every day. One day, a young girl wearing a red official robe, a black gauze hat, and a jade tablet in her hand suddenly emerged from the statue of Zhong Kui. The young disciple was extremely frightened: "Who is it?" The girl looked at the majestic statue behind her with a leopard head and eyes, a tiger's back and waist, angry eyes and beard, and said without changing her expression: "Zhong Kui." "..." Seeing the expression on her little disciple's face as her faith gradually collapsed, she finally couldn't bear it: "...'S sister." * The ghost king Lu Li has lived in Tianshi Mansion for thousands of years. He gets up every morning at Mao hour to sweep the dust, offer fruits and incense, then make tea, practice Tai Chi, and meditate with walnuts. Life is as simple as that of an old man who retires at home and takes care of his old age, unshakable and calm. Until one day, the Heavenly Master returns. The stagnant life finally became alive. He stood in front of the Tianshi Mansion, his eyes were slightly lowered, his posture was humble, his eyes were shining but unpredictable, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up. "Welcome ancestor." He could never forget the indifferent girl in crimson official uniform from a thousand years ago. I can't forget her lofty back as she stepped onto the sky and her everlasting tone of voice—— "The demons and demons are impure, and Zhong Kui is not among the immortals." PS: A lighthearted piece of modern metaphysics ghost-hunting, fulfilling my dream of telling ghost stories, mainly for entertainment. The boss and I start fighting whenever we disagree·The founder of facial paralysis The Celestial Master who is obsessed with making money VS the Ghost King who is obsessed with the Patriarch The hands-off shopkeeper and prodigal ancestor VS the considerate male mother and deacon Intention: Hold your head three feet high to see the gods