Over there, Kaohsiung asked someone to inquire according to my sketch photos, Huang Chengcheng and Wu Di usually be more careful, and Azan Budan had Azan JOKE to take care of, so I didn't have to worry too much, so I booked a ticket two days later and flew back to Beijing from Bangkok.

At night, I couldn't sleep in the dormitory, and I still had lingering palpitations about the three "dwarf attacks". Up to now, I have been a three-and-a-half-year dealer, making hundreds of thousands of dollars, and having two houses. Later, it was discovered that it was inevitable to come into contact with those extremely yin objects and places, such as Binling, little ghosts, cemeteries and mass graves, etc., which can make people dizzy and headache. But I think that's what it seems, I didn't expect that when the card dealer will also have a feud, and the other party is still the kind of ruthless person, and now I haven't found out who it is.

At the same time, I think that when the car accident that day, someone took the skull from the back seat, the purpose may not be entirely to take away the magic weapon of our master Azan, but may also want to bring it back to East Malaysia and continue to place it in the deep mountain Yin Temple, so that the statue of the Dharma cultivator ghost can be re-intact, so that Liu Xinmei can continue to use the Yin Temple to cheat tourists out of money in the future.

Two days later, I said goodbye to Huang Chengcheng and Wu Di and flew from Bangkok to Beijing. When I was about to turn back to Shenyang, I remembered that Mr. Feng was in the Buddha brand shop near Sanlitun, so I called him and said that he planned to go over to have a look. Mr. Feng said, "Okay, come on!" He told me that after the reopening of the Buddhist brand shop, business was better than before. I thought to myself, because Mr. Feng is well-connected, basically his friends come to ask for cards, and during this time, he often calls me to inquire, and asks me to contact the supply from Thailand, and Kaohsiung and I have no less benefits. In addition, with the passage of time, more and more Chinese travel to Southeast Asia, especially Thailand, and their understanding of Thai amulets has become more and more comprehensive, and the popularity of amulets has increased greatly in China, and celebrities such as Hong Kong and Taiwan have also played a role in promoting Thai amulets.

Mr. Feng asked me about Bu Zhou and asked me if there was a good market for this thing. I told him that the thing was too big and the Chinese didn't recognize it, so it was not recommended to buy it.

From the airport, take the subway and then transfer to a taxi to Baijiazhuang Xili. The decoration of the Buddha shop is still the same, and I remember that Luo Li and I have fought here for more than half a year, and I still miss it. Standing at the door of the Buddhist brand shop, I subconsciously looked up at the second floor, the window belonged to the old merchant, and I had helped him deal with his wife's haunting before. I saw a large piece of paper pasted on the window, with the words "Custody Counseling" printed on it, and it turned out that the old businessman had rented out his home to someone who ran a childcare class. As for why he rented out, I thought to myself that there were only two reasons, one was that his wife died at home, and after his death, he haunted him again, which made the old businessman disgusted here, and the other was that he was looking for a god to exorcise evil spirits, so that all the neighbors knew about it, and they felt shameless to stay.

"Brother Tian is here?" Mr. Feng's niece Xiao Feng trotted out from the Buddha shop to greet her, she was still so beautiful, but she was a little fatter than before, and her figure was much better.

Sitting and chatting in the store, Xiao Feng soaked me with good Jin Jun Mei, I saw that the goods in the counter were quite rich, Mr. Feng smiled and said: "Just my friends patronize, there are also a lot of monthly income, this is also your blessing, you and Luo Li did not bother less." I heard that Luo Li got married last month, so I didn't go to it, so I had to ask someone to send a red envelope. ”

I've heard about this for a long time, and it seems that the red envelope is not small, it must be more than 5,000 yuan. After chatting for a while, Mr. Feng made a phone call and said that Consultant Tian was in the store, and if you were free, you should come over now. I thought to myself that it seemed to be Mr. Feng's friend again, and when I saw Mr. Feng, I smiled and said, "Don't, I'm begging you! Okay, I'm waiting for you." ”

Hanging up the phone, Mr. Feng said: "I have a friend who has not known me for a long time, and he knows that I open a Buddhist card shop, and he always wants to ask for a Buddhist card that can be effectively transferred, so he has to come to me." But I don't like this man very much, and now that you are dealing with him, I dare to let him come. ”

I asked, "What kind of person is so annoying?" Is it very unqualified?" Mr. Feng said that on the contrary, this person is an authentic Beijinger, very qualified, grew up in the military region since he was a child, has received a good family education, and is very righteous and moral. I was a little puzzled, saying that since you are such a person, how can you be annoyed like this, Mr. Feng waved his hand and said not to mention him, you will know when we meet.

It seems that there is not necessarily a problem with that guy's character, but there are other more complex reasons, such as the discord between the two people, differences in habits in life, words and deeds.

After sitting in the Buddhist brand shop for half an hour, Mr. Feng walked out of the store and seemed to be watching the excitement by standing on the side of the road, and I saw that some people there were watching something. Here, Xiao Feng asked me about the customs in Thailand, and asked if the pawnbroker made a lot of money. I asked her what her salary was in the store, and she replied, "Four thousand a month." "I thought it was not bad, the ordinary salary in Shenyang at the same time was more than 1,000 yuan. Not long after, Mr. Feng returned to the store and sat down, shook his head helplessly, and picked up the thick Buddhist magazine on the coffee table in the rest area and looked at it. I saw that there were more people outside the store, and it seemed that there were stalls.

After ten minutes, there were more and more people outside the store, and I thought to myself what this was selling, the business was still quite hot, and the men and women on the lookers let out all kinds of laughter and cries from time to time. Is this setting up a stall? How can you still laugh when you buy something, and it's not a cross talk from a flyover. No matter what kind of livelihood you make, the problem is that if you set up a stall at the front door of the Buddhist brand shop, it will affect other people's business. So I walked out of the Buddhist brand shop and squeezed into the crowd to see where there was a stall, but a man in his thirties, with long hair, very thin, wearing a white shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes, standing under the big tree on the side of the road, straighter than the soldier standing guard. A nail was nailed to the tree next to it, and a large wooden sign was hung that read, "Please support the performance art of the wand, and do anything to me for two hours from XX hours and XX, and never resist." There was a large black backpack under the tree, and there were many things on the ground next to it, including eggs, vegetables, razor blades, small buckets of paint, goose feathers, water cups, black pens, paper guns, and a pot of flowers.

And the thin man also looks very peculiar at this time, with two flowers on his head, which looks awkward, and on his white shirt, I don't know who drew two big turtles with a black pen, and two celery sticks in each of his left and right ears and eyes. A little boy about ten years old stepped forward, picked up the goose feather, and gently tickled it at the base of the thin man's ear. The onlookers chuckled, the little boy laughed happily, and his mother snatched the goose feather and put it on the ground.