In June of 2012, the sun was blazing.

I stood in front of the empty window of the shop on the second floor, looking at the back of the master who was trotting away without looking back, and felt like I had been thrown out of a hot potato.

My name is Su Bai, I am 19 years old this year, and I am the shopkeeper of the "Xiaosu Folk Customs Information Consulting Service Department" located at No. 499 Wendong Road Street, Quancheng.

On the business license, my business scope is folklore research, handicrafts, philosophical information and psychological counseling, but my actual work is to give people excess, exorcism, fortune telling, and housing.

As for why it is called "Folklore Information Consultation", it is because Master said that our industry belongs to a gray area, and on the surface we can only sell folk crafts, but the real "consultation" is free.

The so-called demons after the founding of the People's Republic of China are not allowed to become spirits, everyone understands this truth.

Some people say that you can subdue demons and catch tricks, then you must be a powerful mage! Hehe, I just want to say "Fake" about this!

It stands to reason that I am a closed disciple of the Master, and I should have some ability to study art and travel with him for three years.

But in fact, in the past three years, Master has never taught me bird feathers! Can you believe it?!

In addition to the mantras and routines that I remember when I watched the master's practice, what his old man really taught me was nothing more than that: one seal, one symbol, one word and one step.

This seal is the Broken Array Seal, one is the Fire Initiation Talisman, and one step is the Tianxuan Step evolved by the Tianxuan Exercises I practice every day.

The rest of the word is not a witty proverb, but a that thunder kills people and does not pay for their lives - if you can't beat it, you can run, keep your life here, and don't worry about not having enough to eat!

The Wendong Road where I am located can be regarded as a well-known old street in Quancheng, and it was also busy in the early years, and it was lively and brilliant. But with the construction of the new city and the renovation of the old town, it has long since lost its prosperity.

Most of the shops on the street are closed or used as warehouses, and only a few small businesses that are doing so are still surviving.

It's prime for the whole street, not to mention the end of the street where I don't. It's really off the beaten track, and it doesn't seem far from being weird, but it fits in with my business scope.

After a week of opening, I didn't even see a few flies, let alone customers.

In addition to eating, drinking, and lazing, I spent the whole day in front of the corner of the room, dozing off, and fat into a ball-like red parrot.

Master said that this fat bird is my ancestor's pet, and it is very supernatural, and the master is the master's master, and he has been dead for many years.

Master had great respect for this fat bird, and asked me to call it Master Bi, and told me not to slack off.

Lord Shit! How can a parrot have the surname Bi? What a joke!

The fat bird is usually quite a stinky fart, and his mouth is called a neat one, and he can't help but say that he is the same as my ancestor, and let me give it some three bows and nine bows, and I hate it so much that the roots of my teeth itch, and there is always an urge to stew it.

Therefore, when Master said that he would leave this fat bird to me to take care of, I was firmly against it.

Master was helpless, saying that this was what Master Bi meant, and promised me to leave another amount of funds as the salary for taking care of Master Bi, so I reluctantly agreed.

I can't get used to this fat bird, but I don't have to worry about its food. The routine of this cargo is quite regular: it sleeps heavily during the day, only flies out at night to forage for food, and then returns at dawn to continue sleeping.

In addition, this guy is still perverted, as long as he sees a beautiful girl, he can't move his legs, all kinds of oil rubbing and yellow jokes, it's just an old hooligan's style.

Not to mention the fat bird, they all say that there are three gangs of heroes, and I must introduce the fat man ceremoniously.

The fat man's real name is Liu Dazhuang, one year younger than me, only one meter tall, and his weight is more than two hundred pounds.

We met through online games and quickly developed a deep revolutionary friendship.

After learning the news of my store, the fat man, who had already dropped out of school at home and was waiting for death, came to me from his hometown in Henan thousands of miles away, saying that he wanted to slay demons and demons with my brother and me.

I was so moved that my tiger body trembled, and I almost didn't shed a single heroic tear.

According to the fat man's own boasting, his family is a martial arts family, and he has a family tradition, which can be called the orthodox heir of the seventy-two stunts.

I'm scoffing at this, Lao Tzu is still the successor of socialism, am I proud?!

But the fat man really has some kung fu, but it's true. I have seen him break the red brick and slam dunk on the spot, don't look fat, but he is extremely flexible, this hard qigong must be the result of being dormant since he was a child and practicing five watches.

To be honest, deep down I envy fat people very much. Compared to my sad life, the fat man is simply perfect.

My hometown is a small village called Lijiawa under Yi County, Shandong Province. It is located in the remote and impoverished southeast of Shandong, and there is no railway, which can be described as a poor mountain and bad water.

Before the name Su Bai, that is, before I was sixteen years old, I had another name - Li Xiaoshuan.

For as long as I can remember, the long-tongued women in the village have been talking about me behind my back, saying that I am a wild seed and an illegitimate child. As I grew up, my completely different appearance from my parents seemed to remind me that I was not biological.

In this regard, my father and mother did not admit it, but instead became more kind to me. They were all farmers who worked in the fields, and the conditions at home were not good, but they treated me like a pearl in the palm of my hand, allowing me to spend a carefree childhood.

It's not just my father and mother who are good to me, but also my uncle.

My uncle is an old man in his fifties, and he is not related to my mother by blood, but he has a close relationship with my family. Most of the toys I played with since I was a child, the new clothes I wore, and the daily necessities such as rice, flour, and oil at home were all sent by my uncle.

Uncle is still a capable person. Not only write a good calligraphy, but also use earthwork to treat people, as big as hurting muscles and bones, as small as gynecological inflammation, that is medicine to the disease, usually to people are counted as an auspicious day of the zodiac, and it is not a problem to approve a marriage eight characters.

Everyone is good to me, but I am not angry. In addition to being 180 tall, after finishing junior high school in the county, he no longer wants to study, and wants to see the world outside.

Seeing my son drop out of school and stay at home, my father and mother were naturally anxious for me. My uncle was not in a hurry, and told my father and mother that my mind was too lively, and it was a good thing to go out with him to learn a trade, and it was also a good thing to experience and experience.

In this way, from the age of sixteen, I finally left the village where I had lived and began to follow my uncle everywhere.

And the craftsmanship that my uncle said scared me even more!

He told me that he knew how to exorcise demons, and that he intended to cultivate me from now on, all as a successor. In addition, he also asked me to change my mind, and in the future, I could no longer call him uncle, but change to master.

As you can imagine, I didn't believe it, but I suspected that this old man was having a convulsion!

Seeing that I didn't believe it, my uncle was not in a hurry, from his mouth, I heard the most bizarre and nonsense version of my life experience "ship new"!

In order to facilitate the narration, the uncle has since changed to the master.

According to Master, I am an orphan and I was picked up by him from a small coffin......