Chapter Seventy-Five: Ritual Weapons

"What? There are no ghosts at all! You're playing me, no, you're playing everybody! ”

Jiang Dazhi's eyes widened, he looked at Fang Shi in confusion, and his teeth squeaked.

"Look ahead, drive well, what are you excited about, I said a long time ago, there are no ghosts and gods in this world."

"What you said last night"

"I made it very clear, ghosts are just something unknown, people in our industry call it yin and evil qi, there are many types, generally work on people's spirits, you can think of it as a combination of certain energies that can affect the human body."

"Holy! You've been deceived and brainless! ”

"Hehe, I just want to scare and scare those daring children, now they are still young and haven't done anything out of the ordinary, but with their kind of temperament that is not afraid of heaven and earth, sooner or later something will happen!"

"Well, that's right, forget it, forgive you once, but you have to make amends for my wounded heart, and today's food is yours!"

"Okay, as long as you help me find a carver."

"Carving?"

Fang Shi took out the wood chips in his pocket, and the fat on Jiang Dazhi's body trembled, and he seemed to have a shadow in his heart about this thing.

"Just, just carve this thing, there are no ghosts in there, right?"

"Yes, it's just a kind of yin and evil qi that makes people hallucinate, this wood chip doesn't know what kind of chance it has experienced, it seems to have a natural gathering effect on this kind of yin and evil qi, so it's a good magic weapon blank."

"Magic weapon, isn't your baby going to use this thing to harm people?"

"Harmful? Hallucinogenic and then cheating? ”

"Isn't it? That's Brother Evil Luwa! ”

Looking at the distressed Jiang Dazhi, Fang Shi put the wood chips back in his pocket angrily, looked at the row of dolls on the back window of the car in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Hey, do you hear that?!"

Jiang Dazhi glanced at Fang Shi, saw Fang Shi smiling inexplicably, and shouted a little unwillingly, Fang Shi drilled his ears and eyes with his fingers, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing so loudly, it's deaf!" It's not that your baby doesn't know, I asked three times a day just to make less money, I'm lucky now, I have a lot of money, and bad luck is lining up, so I have to have no money, understand, I have to have no money! ”

Jiang Dazhi looked at Fang Shi in surprise, and then burst into laughter: "Haha, you also have such a day, you deserve it!" It turns out that this guy of yours is doomed to die, no wonder every time you do a good job haode, something will happen, I damn it! ”

"There's no way, you're poor, but if you're happy, you'll be happy, but do you still want to try this thing?"

Jiang Dazhi shook and shook his head desperately: "Don't, stay away!" ”

After a pause, Jiang Dazhi spoke again: "I said stone, since you are so interested, it is better to let me also make a fortune, and my brother will help you when the time comes!" ”

"Are you sure you have to help me, not me dragging you down?"

Jiang Dazhi was stunned, smashed his mouth and thought for a while, he seemed to be unlucky to do anything with Fang Shi, and he would definitely be caught if he did anything bad, speaking of which, Fang Shi was not a god!

"What kind of eyes are you?"

"Your baby is not the reincarnation of the god!"

"Lao Tzu doesn't believe in God, get out of the way!"

"Can't really get rich?"

"Not now, at least you have to be ready to get rich physically and mentally, I've told you many times, the most practical way to get rich is to do it step by step, during this period, I will try my best not to let you fall into the pit, it is estimated that there are ten or eight years, you can have a little wealth."

"I grass, can't I hurry?"

"Yes, our Qimen Shushu comes from the Book of Changes, in a word, the Book of Changes is the balance of turnover, if you want money, you have to pay something else, I think you will not be your health"

"Don't!"

"What about sexual bliss?"

"Absolutely not!"

"And what else do you have?"

Jiang Dazhi pondered for a while: "Brother, what do you think of my body fat?" ”

"Are you sure you can trade fat for wealth?"

"I guess so, I'm sure the fat must be mine."

"Well, come to me after you lose weight successfully, don't worry, I won't run."

"Ugh"

"Uncle Zhuang, Uncle Zhuang"

"Xiao Zhi is here, your Uncle Zhuang is in the backyard, come in!"

What came out was a woman of fifty or sixty years old, her hair was a little gray, her spirit was not bad, she was wearing a very ordinary dress, looking at Jiang Dazhi's attitude, this woman should not be a nanny, but she was dressed like this in the villa area, is it a little cheap.

"Aunt Zhuang, hello, your health is fine, my father asked me to greet you!"

"Alright, alright."

"Haven't my brother Qingxiang and sister-in-law come back yet?"

"The two of them are not home all year round, so they won't go to Chang'an again, saying that they will stay there for a while, if it weren't for the little grandson to accompany me, I would be suffocated to death."

"Aunt Zhuang, you are happy enough, my dad is not qualified to fantasize about his grandson, and he is still fantasizing about his daughter-in-law!"

"Hehe, why don't you find a good daughter-in-law for your dad earlier, hey, this is your friend?"

"My brother, who grew up together, Fang Shi, this is my aunt, you and I can just call Aunt Zhuang!"

"Hello Aunt Zhuang, I'm sorry today!"

"What's the bother, we like to be lively, come in and sit down, I'll get you a drink."

When Aunt Zhuang happily went to get a drink, Fang Shi looked at Jiang Dazhi suspiciously: "Carver, live here?" Are you sure he's not a master carver? ”

"Anyway, I can carve, Uncle Zhuang doesn't carve, just find his apprentice, anyway, it's right to come here!"

Fang Shi shook his head, looked at the decoration in this house, antique, don't look simple, there is no luxury at all, the wood products on the museum are not even antiques, the furniture is just a set of old mahogany furniture, some of the paintings hanging on the wall do not even have a sense of style, but, sitting in this room, you can clearly feel a faint flowing charm, which makes people feel very quiet in their hearts, and there is a faint joy in their hearts.

"Come and drink water, I don't know what you young people like to drink, it's all for the little grandson in the refrigerator."

"We can drink anything, Aunt Zhuang, sit down, don't be busy, what is Uncle Zhuang busy with?"

"Busy fart, water his precious flowers in the back, and I'll be here in a moment."

Fang Shi smiled slightly, this Aunt Zhuang should be from a humble background, but I don't know how she married such a profound literati, Fang Shi absolutely didn't believe it, the person who arranged this room was just a carving master, and he didn't believe that an ordinary carving master could afford to live in a villa.

The three of them were gossiping, but in fact, Jiang Dazhi was talking and dancing with Aunt Zhuang, Fang Shi just listened with a smile, and looked at the hall and the transparent study on the side by the way.

"Xiao Zhi is here, what kind of wind blew you here today, count it up, you haven't been here for more than half a year, bastard boy!"

Jiang Dazhi stood up awkwardly, smiling dryly, and coming in from the back porch was an old man in a trouser T-shirt, who looked like he was in his sixties, in good spirits, slightly thin in shape, with a neutral face, but his eyes were as sharp as eagles, one hand was slender and stable, holding a purple sand teapot in one hand, and two walnuts in the other.

"Uncle Zhuang, aren't I afraid of disturbing you?"

"Nonsense, you kid I watched grow up, like your own child, how can you bother, I'm afraid that I will scold you for not being motivated!"

"Hehe" Jiang Dazhi smiled innocently, reached out and grabbed the back of his head, Fang Shi smiled secretly, this guy is pretending to be naΓ―ve again, but this Uncle Zhuang's eyes are so sharp, I am afraid it is not easy to get by.

However, Uncle Zhuang didn't care about himself, walked to the edge of the mahogany sofa, and glanced at Fang Shi: "This is your friend, it looks good." ”

"Uncle Zhuang, is my brother, I met in Shu, called Fang Shi."

"Hello Uncle Zhuang!"

"Well, looking at your temperament, could it be a son of a family?"

"No, no, I'm just an ordinary rural child, a standard poor middle peasant!"

"Poor middle peasants? Haha boy good eye, did you guess that I used to be an intellectual youth. ”

Fang Shi nodded: "Well, I have thought so. ”

"Sit down, I've only seen one young man with a powerful look like you, you're the second, what are you doing?"

"Warlock, I'm a warlock!"

Jiang Dazhi didn't have time to grab Fang Shi, Fang Shi had already said it, and these words suddenly made Uncle Zhuang and Aunt Zhuang stunned, Warlock? Is this a profession?

"What? Warlock, you say? Did I hear me right? ”

Uncle Zhuang's eyes sharpened.

Fang Shi smiled calmly: "You heard me right, I am a warlock, I usually set up a stall on the street, show people luck, and explain the future." ”

Uncle Zhuang glared at Jiang Dazhi, who was about to explain for Fang Shi, and looked at Fang Shi playfully for a while, Fang Shi's eyes were smiling, and he looked at Uncle Zhuang with neither arrogance nor humility.

"Well, you came with Xiao Zhi, is there something wrong?"

Fang Shi nodded, took out the small piece of wood from his pocket, and solemnly put it on the coffee table, Uncle Zhuang didn't move, just watched.

"Uncle Zhuang, can you carve this piece of wood into a pendant?"

Uncle Zhuang squinted his eyes, his eyes were a little loose, as if he was recalling something, paused for a moment, and looked up at Fang Shi again: "This is a locust wood branch, it is very strange that the locust wood, which was originally relatively loose, actually gives people a solid feeling, like nanmu, you are a warlock I heard that the locust wood beckons ghosts, what is this thing for?" ”

"Uncle Zhuang is very knowledgeable, this thing should be made into a magic weapon for self-defense."

"Magic weapon!?"

Uncle Zhuang curiously reached out and picked up the locust wood chips, and looked at it carefully for a while, Aunt Zhuang's face seemed to be a little gloomy, Jiang Dazhi glanced at Aunt Zhuang strangely, he had never seen Aunt Zhuang put a cold face in front of him.

"You don't want to raise a ghost boy, that kind of thing hurts the heavens and reason, young people, don't go the wrong way!"

Aunt Zhuang looked at Fang Shi in horror, there was suppressed anger in her eyes, and Fang Shi replied with an unchanged face:

"No, but Uncle Zhuang's knowledge is really extensive, and it is indeed very suitable for Huaimu to be a carrier of ghosts, but raising ghosts is not an evil art, of course, some people have ulterior motives to deliberately use evil arts to raise ghosts, but today I am not here to discuss this with Uncle Zhuang."

"No need, I'm tired of the two of you, please come back!"

Uncle Zhuang waved his hand and said, he didn't look at the two of them, he stood up directly and turned around and walked back, Jiang Dazhi looked embarrassed, and looked at Aunt Zhuang as if asking for help, Aunt Zhuang was entangled for a while, and said with a somewhat cold face: "Xiaozhi, you go back first, don't bring people to the house in the future." ”

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