Huang Xian's thoughts seem to be stuck in twenty years ago, for a ghost, twenty years is not a long time, but it is enough to derail the times. In good conscience, Huang Xian is a hard-working and conscientious ghost. He can stay awake all night, wander around the corners of the city, and send the obsessed wandering ghosts to the ghost gate to be reincarnated.

After resting for half a day during the day, and relieving the fatigue of the body, he walked into the bustling crowd and part-time showed the doom-ridden beings a way to pay for liberation.

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

More than 20 years have passed, and in this era when salted fish can turn over, his side business has not improved at all. This inevitably made the conscientious and hard-working zodiac chief have the idea of changing careers.

Eating is a problem, no matter how great the ideal is, what is the point?

Moreover, in the past twenty years, he has not made any progress in his cultivation, which inevitably makes the Taoist leader doubt his own cultivation style.

Generally speaking, magic weapons are more powerful in the hands of professionals, but over the years, they have been empty Taoist skins, and they are really half-ignorant of Taoist classics, of course, this has a lot to do with wasting most of their time on paid fortune telling. After all, I was planning to eat this bowl of rice for a long time.

Ghost practice is generally based on one's own enlightenment, and the head catcher will also point a little, but he will not say too much. After all, the Tao cannot be leaked, the law cannot be passed on lightly, and the truth of heaven and earth cannot be shaken, and Huang Xian can definitely understand it.

After realizing that the path was deviated, the zodiac felt that he should still get back on track and spend his time improving his inner self. Spend more time studying Taoist scriptures and become a true Taoist priest.

But being a scholar-type Taoist requires a strong economic foundation, at least to be able to support one's daily life. In short, he needed a decent job.

But it's not realistic to look for a job.

First, it is impossible for him to find a 996-style job like ordinary people, because time does not allow it, and he can't afford it when he is old.

Second, it is now an education-based society, and monks all start with undergraduates, and the Taoist chief has no time to improve himself over the years, and he suffers the loss of no academic qualifications, and he is often brushed off before he can wait for the interview.

Whether there is a good project to start a business independently, the key is that there is no money in hand.

Coupled with the disdain for the use of public power for personal gain, the quality of life of the Taoist chief is deteriorating.

Zhao Ming's eating broadcast is an emerging live broadcast in recent years, and Huang Daochang slapped his thigh after understanding the operation method, and suddenly had a feeling of meeting with Zhao Ming.

As far as eating is concerned, he can be described as talented, and those acquired food broadcasts cannot be compared with him at all.

The two hit it off and immediately decided to operate in partnership.

Huang Xian is in charge of the anchor, Zhao Ming is in charge of management, and the two are very optimistic about this direction and have chatted for a long time.

The brass-colored light shone on the rows of old houses, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast shadows on the concrete floor. The two walked out of the dumpling restaurant, felt the breeze, and felt indescribably soothing and comfortable in their hearts.

"The summoning weapon is actually very simple, you just need to concentrate your mind and connect with it, to put it simply, think about it without distraction."

Huang Daochang felt that this matter was not difficult, so he naturally ranked it in the last sequence of the to-do list.

Ten minutes later...

Zhao Ming stretched out his right hand,

Ten fingers slender,

Flesh and bones are distinct,

Obviously,

This is a pair of delicate hands,

It's a pity that Zhao Ming is a little dissatisfied,

Because he didn't summon his magic weapon even if he tried his best.

Generally speaking, after the oni mission joins the company, they can sense and summon magic weapons through their minds. After entering the silence, morality turns into love, love business, meaning is perpetual, and the magic instrument is called. Zhao Ming meditated for a long time, thinking about it, his chest was dizzy, his chest was stuffy and his breath was short, and in the end, he didn't see the shadow of the magic weapon.

The gentle breeze blew, blowing Zhao Ming's hair and blowing Huang Xian's robe.

"If you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and the days will be long in the future, so don't worry about the magic weapon." Huang Xian stroked his long hair, his eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression became very solemn.

Pleasant times are always short-lived, and the full drive to enter the food and broadcast industry is quickly washed away by the frustration of not being able to summon magic weapons. For a backup ghost, not being able to summon a magic weapon means not being recognized by Yin Si, and if he can't succeed in replacing him, the trouble is much bigger than not being able to eat.

Zhao Ming nodded, he could feel Huang Xian's feelings, a bright and dangling big guillotine was hanging above his head, and no one could be happy.

The hearts of the two suddenly sank to the bottom.

"I think it's necessary to go back to the clinic and maybe there's some clue there."

Ghost Chen has a lot of eyes, maybe he is afraid that he will be calculated.

"It's okay, I'll also report to the head catcher."

The two did not dare to delay more, and immediately went their separate ways.

Zhao Ming stopped a taxi, jumped in, and drove quickly in the direction of the clinic.

Six o'clock in the afternoon is the rush hour after work, at the intersection, a long queue of cars is blocked under the red traffic light, Zhao Ming sat in the co-pilot, and his heart began to be anxious.

"Why can't you summon it?"

Could it be that the thoughts are not clear, and there are too many miscellaneous things in the head that block the induction of the magic weapon?

Zhao Ming closed his eyes, ready to focus all his thoughts on the magic weapon, but it didn't take him two seconds before he opened his eyes. Because he didn't know what the magic weapon looked like, he couldn't concentrate it.

At the beginning, an extra-large dust whisk popped out of my brain, but it was a Taoist priest's magic weapon.

Later, it jumped out of an orange cat.

Zhao Ming shook his head and continued to think.

Later,

Two Chinese characters in bold and black regular script, 'magic weapon' comes to mind.

Zhao Ming: ......

"You come out for me!"

Enough is enough! I've really had enough!

Zhao Ming stretched out his left hand and frantically slapped his right hand under the frightened gaze of the driver.

The driver's eldest brother was about forty years old, with a tiger's back and a strong waist, and at the moment he looked like a frightened quail, bent down and shrunk his head, and his small eyes stared at him without blinking.

Originally, he thought that he was lucky today, first receiving an order from the city center to the suburbs, and then seamlessly receiving an order from the suburbs to the city center.

But the passenger back to the city center looked abnormal!

Moreover, his destination is also a psychological clinic!

The driver's eldest brother is about to cry, this can't be a psychopath, right?

At this time, the green light turned on, and the captain of the car slowly began to squirm, and the driver's eldest brother swallowed his saliva and said cautiously, "Hold on a little longer, it's coming soon, it's going to be there soon." ”

Zhao Ming leaned back on the seat, his left hand was numb and his right hand was red and swollen, the taste, not to mention how sour.

Gradually, a soft feeling slowly crept up the back of the hand, itchy, and a little cold. Zhao Ming frowned, stretched out his hand and saw that a delicate and small ring was set on the index finger of his right hand at some point.

Curiously, this ring is not set with diamonds.

but

A pill.