The old man is more kind to me than the sky.

At the same time, Gui Wusi gritted his teeth and said, "You are now causing such a big disaster in the White Volcano, think we don't know?" What a disaster. ”

"You still have the face to go up the hill and ask for help!"

"Let me tell you, what we suppress under Qingcheng Mountain is no weaker than that of the White Volcano. You don't hang around the mountains, if you accidentally poke a hole in Qingcheng Mountain again, I'm not done with you. ”

"Today, for the sake of your master's relationship with me, I won't embarrass you, but you are not allowed to go up the mountain again in the future, let me see you next time, don't blame us for being polite."

"Get out of here!"

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen Taoist priests followed him, and entered the Evergreen Gate, and the one who walked at the end turned around and closed the gate.

The two rosewood doors creaked, and the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Pisces lock was clasped together and never opened again.

A small whirlwind blew on the ground at the entrance of Changqingguan, and even Erhei, who was guarding the door, ran away twice, and I don't know if he was frightened by the wind or me.

This is good, I originally wanted to ask for help on the mountain, but I didn't expect people to be afraid of being affected by me, and I was afraid that I, the disaster star, would accidentally release the evil things under Qingcheng Mountain, and it would be too late for me to hide.

Now what?

I didn't have an idea, but when I looked at a plant by the door, I immediately thought about it.

There was nothing else growing by the door, it was a puffer grass.

Actually, it's perilla.

When we cook fish here, we like to throw a handful of perilla.

But in the past, I only knew that perilla was delicious in fish, but I didn't know why it was added to perilla. In fact, it is because some fish carry some toxins, and perilla is added to prevent food poisoning.

Usually, people who eat puffer fish poisoning or eat too many crabs get cold, and they also use perilla to make soup and drink.

This Qiao Zong'er is still a coward told me.

How timid is he?

Quite afraid of death.

I'm afraid that I accidentally ate something wrong and died of food poisoning.

Because when he was a child, he heard that a distant relative of his mistakenly picked up a toadstool when he went up the mountain to pick up fungi, and the family ate it completely to the West.

Since then, he has never eaten the mushrooms picked up by his mother and sister again.

Even if he did, he wouldn't eat first.

Wait for my mother and sister to eat first, and after eating, see if they are dead or not, and if they are not dead, they will eat again.

Later, when he grew up, he knew that even eating fish could be poisoned, so he secretly swore that he would never eat fish without perilla.

This coward is my uncle He Yuansheng.

The reason why he became a Taoist priest was also because he was afraid of death and wanted to find a way to make himself immortal or something.

Later, I heard that the Shandong Yang family had a way to make people immortal and ascend to immortals, so I ran to ask for it.

As a result, it took a lot of hard work to be told that the method of becoming an immortal left by the ancestors of the Yang family was finally through autopsy - that is, abandoning the physical body and becoming an immortal.

He quit again.

said that he was afraid of death, and he was determined to ascend to the flesh and become holy by day.

As a result, he is now fifty or sixty years old, and he still hasn't found a way to soar in the daytime, so he can only obediently sprinkle alchemy pills and meditate under the ancestor of Qingcheng Mountain.

He, like the old man, is the most favored by the master.

The relationship between the two is the best, and they didn't mess around together when they were teenagers.

That's right!

Why didn't I look for him?

Didn't the old man also say on the phone when he was in the White Volcano, did he have something to find He Yuansheng?

I made up my mind, so I secretly found a remote place to climb over the wall and go in, and found the C-shaped Danfang that He Yuan usually guarded in his life.

As soon as I entered, a person was holding a wine gourd dangling above his head.

"Uncle Shi!"

As soon as I saw that it was He Yuansheng who was stealing the wine, I hurriedly shouted.

Who knew that he was startled, hurriedly threw the wine gourd aside, and when he saw that it was me, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

I hurriedly called Uncle Shi again.

"Ahh

He suddenly screamed again, and jumped behind the Dan furnace like a frightened rabbit, revealing half of his face in shock: "You..... What are you here for? How did you get in here? ”

"Don't come here!"

As soon as I saw his reaction, I thought that he should also be as afraid of being affected as Gui Wusi, so he hurriedly stopped: "Don't worry, I'm not coming, but you can at least tell me a way to seal the demon, right?" ”

I really can't do it alone.

"Good, good!"

There was a sound of clothes rubbing behind the Dan furnace, and after a while, he took out something and threw it to me far away: "There is an address on it, you go to this address and find a person named Jiang Sichen, he will help you." ”

I hurriedly picked up the paper ball, unfolded it and saw that it read: Yuzhou Yuexi Mountain Six Dynasties Purple Mansion.

it!

What an address is this.

What kind of tiger and wolf words are this address.

Zifu, such an awesome word, is that something that mortals can use?

He Yuansheng saw me holding the note and urged me vigorously: "What are you doing?" Settled, huh? Why don't you leave, wait for me to leave you to eat? ”

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!"

I hurriedly climbed over the wall and went out, and before I went out, I heard Uncle He and his old man sigh for the rest of his life.

I'll go!

Am I really that scary?

When I went out, I went straight to Yuexi Mountain in Yuzhou, and I searched there for two or three days, but let alone that place, I didn't even find a piece of tile.

I was panicking.

Uncle He Yuansheng is so afraid of death, it won't be because he is afraid of being affected by me and blindly wrote an address to deceive me, right?

No way.

These people are unreliable, so hurry back and ask the old man.

Who knew that as soon as he took out his mobile phone, a call came in, it was Boss Liu, who had a long funeral next door, calling, and his voice was urgent: "Shouyi, where are you?" Your old man fell from the upper floor. ”

I almost didn't die of fright, and I went back in a hurry.

When I arrived at the old man's ward, I saw him lying on the bed unconscious, with equipment plugged in all over his body, an oxygen mask on his face, and the electrocardiogram of the instrument on the side kept screaming.

"Lao Liu,"

As soon as I entered, I hurriedly shouted, and Lao Liu, the owner of the wreath shop, hurriedly greeted me when he saw me: "Shouyi, I don't know how your old man did it." ”

"You also know that your fortune-telling parlor is shared with the back garage of our wreath shop."

"Early this morning, my wife asked me to go to the vegetable market to buy some rouge radish, and I went to the garage to drive, only to find that your old man fell from the second floor of your house into our garage. Look at it, I guess it fell at five o'clock, and we found it at eight o'clock. ”

"The doctor said that the old man was late to send it, and it is very likely to become a vegetative person."

"But now we have to do surgery first...."

Before Lao Liu and his wife finished speaking, I rushed out, I wanted to go to the doctor, I wanted to pay the money, and I asked the doctor to cure the old man no matter what.

But before he went out of the door, he was pulled back by Lao Liu and his wife.

Lao Liu is a warm-hearted person: "Hey, hey! Where are you going? We've already paid for the old man's hospitalization, and you're going to ...... now."

Before I could finish speaking, a note floated down from nowhere.

Lao Liu picked it up and read it out loud while looking at it: "Jiang Sichen, Yuzhou City, Yue, Xishan, Six Dynasties, Purple Mansion." ”

That's right, this is the note He Yuansheng gave me.

I was afraid that I would forget the three words Jiang Sichen, so I added them later.

As soon as Lao Liu's wife heard this name, she immediately snorted in a Chengdu accent: "Husband, this person's name is so familiar!?" ”

"Can you not be familiar?"

Lao Liu glanced at the note again: "It's the kid who came back to ask us about the god of misfortune!" His grandmother is the current Mr. Xuanmen, and their Jiang family also dominates the Xuanmen and occupies the throne of the sect master. ”

When I heard this, my eyes lit up.

In today's society, there are sects and family inheritances called Taoism.

Halfway to the monk is called Xuanmen.

It is generally recognized that the Taoist Gate is one level higher than the Xuanmen, and the people in the Xuanmen are like a carp crossing the river and want to enter the Daomen, but most of the people in the Daomen look down on those who are halfway monks or have no inheritance of the wild fox Zen in the Xuanmen.

Lao Liu and his wife are the new Mr. Paper Ty, and they are under the control of Xuanmen.

Since they swore that they knew Jiang Sichen, then I begged them to help me find this person, after all, he still had to rely on him to help me in sealing the demon.

Lao Liu Gudao was warm-hearted, and as soon as he heard what I said, he immediately went out to call.

At the same time, the doctor came in to confirm my identity and learned that I was a family member of the patient, and told me that the old man had to prepare two or three hundred thousand yuan for the operation, not including the various expenses after the operation.

I'm confused again.

The old man doesn't have much money, I know.

Although he has traveled south and north for so many years to show people fortune-telling and feng shui, he rarely collects money, and always says a famous saying from the foreign philosopher Immanuel Kant: Man is the goal.

It is said that he did not do these things for money, but because of the high moral code from the heart.

Not to mention, I didn't get the money.

However, I don't have the same lofty virtue as the old man, I give people fortune telling and feng shui, and I must collect money.

That's right!

Collect money!

It occurred to me that now that the old man's surgery fee has not yet been settled, I can make money by meeting people.

I'm pretty accurate.

After all, to learn things from the old man from childhood to adulthood, the technique must be excellent.

Just do it, I hurriedly posted a lot of posts on my mobile phone about fortune-telling and feng shui, and replaced my QQ meager WeChat avatar with something related to feng shui.

Especially meager.

A while ago, I saw a lot of silly white sweetness on the top, and a random person who claimed to be a master posted a casual look on the top, and thousands of people followed the post: Master, take a look.

Regardless of whether the "master" said it right or not, sometimes even holding the celebrity's face and talking a few times, there are people who are lined up below to leave a message: The master is great! Master True Spirit! Master Prophet of Foresight!

In this way, after reading a few face books, even the masters who dare to talk nonsense without even reading the books are all mixed up on the top, not to mention that I am a real person, and I have real talent to learn?