Kaohsiung nodded: "So this kid's fortune is very good, he can always meet good customers, I wonder if your kid has raised a fortune ghost at home?" I quickly said no, and asked what is raising a little ghost, is it to put the yin spirit at home and raise it with a spell.

Huang Chengcheng said: "Boss Tian, how can a card dealer not even raise a little ghost? That is the silver tire passing by!" I heard it even more, what is called a human tire passing by, why is it still passing by, then if you don't go by the way, you can't raise it? Looking at my puzzled expression, Kaohsiung didn't bother to explain, only asked me how to arrange it tonight, and I had to be chic after making money. I agreed, Kaohsiung gave me a lot of extra money, so I have to take some out and bleed, otherwise he will be told that he can't be a man.

In this way, that night, I first invited Kaohsiung Huang Chengcheng to eat Cantonese food in Chinatown, and then went to the KTV on Songwa Road to sing chicly. I don't have all five notes, so I rarely sing outside, but I'm glad to see them sing so hard. The mobile phone vibrate, and when I took it out, I saw that there were two missed calls, which were from Mr. Feng. I was about to call back, and I saw the MMS message I just received, which was also Mr. Feng's, with a total of two photos, which should be the decoration of the Sanlitun Buddha brand store in Beijing, which was more than half completed, but I didn't expect the progress to be so fast.

The accompanying text is: "The progress is more than halfway, the effect looks very good, there are still 20 days to complete the project at most, you arrange the work in Thailand over there, and don't forget to return to Beijing on time when the time comes." In addition, please send me the contents of my business card, which will be printed in advance. I hurriedly replied that there was no problem, and after thinking twice, I sent it in accordance with the text and format of the old business card I printed earlier. The wording in that business card is already perfect, and I don't think I need to change it for the time being.

Watching Huang Chengcheng sing a very difficult Hokkien song, and twisting while singing, I couldn't laugh anymore, I was bored and flipped through the text messages on my mobile phone, but I was thinking about the advertisements and posts that I had posted on the Internet, I don't know how many people have replied, but unfortunately there is no computer in Thailand, and there are no personal favorites, so I really missed a lot of business opportunities. So, I decided to buy a laptop instead of a desktop computer at home, and I could use it at the Buddha store in Beijing when the time came.

Thai electronics are far less abundant than in the country, and the price is not competitive. Watching Kaohsiung and Huang Chengcheng fighting, I took out my mobile phone and texted Luo Li while drinking beer, asking her to help me find acquaintances in the commercial city, buy a notebook, and send it to the cargo terminal of Guangzhou Airport. Don't let her run errands in vain, as a hard work, I gave her the desktop computer at home. Luo Li quickly replied that there was no problem, she had a good friend who sold ASUS at the computer counter on the fourth floor of the commercial city, and she would do it tomorrow.

It stands to reason that Mr. Zeng's matter was settled, but nearly two months later, I unexpectedly received a call from his wife, and I had already returned to Beijing to work as a manager in Mr. Feng's Buddhist brand shop, but in order not to disrupt the reading rhythm, I still finished the matter first.

That day I received a phone call from a young woman who claimed to be the wife of Mr. Zeng from Zhongshan City, Guangdong. I was strange, and I had an ominous premonition in my heart. Because Mr. Zeng must know my number, although Mrs. Zeng doesn't know, it is easy for her to find my number, just ask her husband. But why didn't her husband contact me but her, what was the matter?

Mrs. Zeng told me on the phone that her husband, Mr. Zeng, had been doing well for more than half a month after the spell was cast, probably because he had been suffering from illness for long enough and had finally recovered his health, and he cherished it somewhat. During that time, he hardly ate meat, but he didn't read the Jizo Sutra at all, not because he was lazy, but because when he was a third of the way through the recitation, Mr. Zeng would shed tears, like a drug addiction, and the uproar could not be stopped at all. That's not all, if you continue to read, you will be flustered and short of breath, headache and chest tightness, unspeakably uncomfortable, barely halfway through the reading, your eyes have turned black and hairy, you can't see anything, and you have to interrupt.

"It's better to keep reciting the Jizo Sutra in its entirety," I said, "because there is a dedication at the end of the scripture, which is given to all the creatures that the reciter has killed, killed by mistake, taught to kill, and seen killed in this life, including those born on the water and on land and in the air, can be blessed by the Buddha and alleviate their sins." ”

Mrs. Zeng said: "I know, my aunt has been reciting the Dizang Sutra for many years, and she told me the same, but my husband couldn't hold on, and after half of the recitation, he had all kinds of symptoms, and he really couldn't continue." "I said it must be because his sins are too heavy, when he holds the mantra, the karma appears, and the reason why those unjust souls come out to make trouble, he must persevere, just like unblocking a pipe, in the most severely blocked place, the harder you push your arm, the more it hurts, but as long as you grit your teeth and stick to it, everything will be fine.

"Actually, that's not why I called you," said Mrs. Tsang, "but that he seems to be going back to the old ways lately." First of all, I didn't eat meat for a long time, and I ate big fish and meat in restaurants every day. That's it, I told him not to eat finger killing, it must have been killed by the back kitchen. But now the restaurants are all selling fresh, chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, pigs are fine, fish are generally freshly killed, and which restaurant specializes in selling dead fish? This is not the point, but he had to go out to travel a while ago, and I was afraid that he would find live food again, so I asked my cousin to accompany him. But the two of them got lost halfway, my cousin couldn't find him, his mobile phone was turned off, he had to go home first, and I called the police, but there was no result. Four or five days later, my husband came home on his own, looking satisfied. The mobile phone said that it was broken halfway, too lazy to repair, I asked him where he went, and he only said to Jiuzhaigou to see the scenery. When asked why he didn't call home to report his safety, he said that he had a poor memory and couldn't remember my number. ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem right, but no one is following, and I don't know where he's been in those days." Mrs. Tsang said that from that day on, the door of Mr. Tsang's study cabinet was locked, and there was his food diary inside. One day, when Mr. Zeng went out for a drink with a friend, she asked her cousin to follow her secretly, and then quietly found a locksmith to open the cabinet door. When I looked through the diary, I actually saw that there were several more pages of new ones in it, all of which were seen and heard in some secret restaurants in Sichuan, and I ate six or seven live dishes, which were called "Fiery Eyes", "Drunken Diaochan", "Reincarnation Soup" and "Dancing with Demons", but they did not go into detail, as if they were afraid of being seen. But under the reincarnation soup, it is marked that it is really satisfying to be able to eat this dish.

"Although it is not detailed, these dishes are certainly not normal practice. I was worried, "Mrs. Zeng, you have to stop him from doing this, Boss Gao also told you at the beginning, he chose to use the Yin method to temporarily suppress the resentment of the living beings in your husband's body, and to eat more vegetarian food to do good deeds and chant sutras." But now he hasn't done any of these things, and he continues to eat such strange and cruel dishes, isn't this intentional suicide?"