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Build a cemetery, build a cemetery, and tie wreaths, since decades ago, Dong Laocai has done this, and on this street, 8 wreath shops are his. His goal was to buy Old Man Ning's shop as well.

It's just that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes, and Dong Laocai, who dreams of becoming a business tycoon in the funeral industry, encircles and suppresses Old Man Ning's business again and again, but fails again and again.

Old man Ning's shop, like an island, sits in the middle of a row of wreath shroud shops, still tenaciously alive.

After fighting for so many years, he didn't break down Old Man Ning's shop, Dong Laocai also had some sympathy for him, and he bumped into him on weekdays, and it was also fun to fight with yin and yang weirdly.

It's just that Old Man Ning is a soft knife, and he didn't hear a word of the words that came out of his mouth, Dong Laocai's health was not good, he had no children under his knees, and his son-in-law was now hardened, and he wanted to roll up his own money to do other businesses, which gave him a headache. Old man Ning often used these things to scold him, which made Dong Laocai hold his stomach angry, and he couldn't come out.

"Rather not, don't think I don't know, you have an unclear relationship with Sister Ma! His lover was my comrade-in-arms before his death, you dare to think anything wrong, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

Dong Laocai really had nothing to say, so he got involved in this matter.

Old man Ning shook his eyebrows with a smile: "Dong Laocai, you like Ma Xiaohua, we all know on the street, the old man and I have nothing to do with the Ma family's sister, but we have one thing to say, you are not worthy of her." ”

"Who—Who's like her!! That's my sister-in-law! "Dong Laocai is 59 years old, and he will look like a child when he blushes. Seeing that Old Man Ning didn't have the shame to say this kind of thing, he didn't want to be ashamed, I still want to be embarrassed! Dong Laocai scolded and walked away.

"It's fun, sister-in-law, why don't you let people talk about it?"

Old man Ning saw Dong Laocai walking away, and turned his head to look at Yuan Xinghan: "Young man, aren't you tired after watching for so long?" Come and sit down? ”

Although it is a white shop, the boss has the enthusiasm of the northerners, and he greets Yuan Xinghan like a familiar person.

Yuan Xinghan smiled embarrassedly, he didn't expect this boss to be a wonderful person, he walked over and sat on the Mazha at the door of the store.

"Huh? Yellow armor charm? Are you from Linjiang? ”

As soon as I said hello, the first sentence made Yuan Xinghan stunned, I damn it! What's the situation? This...... What's going on?! Yuan Xinghan has a rune paper on his shoulder, Qin Kun said that this rune paper wards off evil spirits, and Yuan Xinghan has not taken it off, a contemporary artist, there is a rune paper decoration on his body, and there is nothing strange.

But...... How did this old man know where he came from at a glance?

Yuan Xinghan put away his heart to watch the excitement, felt that there were some doorways in it, and asked modestly: "The old man has good eyesight." But how do you know...... I'm from Linjiang? ”

The old man smiled: "People in one place in Huaxia can draw this kind of talisman, how can the old man not know." ”

The yellow armor talisman, from the Fu Sect, is transformed into a yellow armor body protection with a charm to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts. Although it belongs to ordinary rune paper, it can only be drawn at least if it is above the true biography of the Fu Sect Character Hall.

I heard that the Fuzong industry has moved to the coast and even overseas, but the Dizitang is still located in Qingzhu Mountain, Linjiang.

Yuan Xinghan felt a little mysterious, he looked at the rune paper and said: "I won't tell you, I am also a painter, this kind of rune, as long as I give me paint, I can also draw it." ”

"You?" The old man shook his head with a smile, "Every stroke and every painting has a mystery, it is difficult to draw the skin and bones of a tiger, what is hidden in the bones, you don't know the spell, you can't see it, and you can't draw it naturally." ”

The old man said it very definitely.

Listening to the words of the old man, Yuan Xinghan was a little awe-inspiring, this boss must be an unfathomable senior, but he didn't expect that such a person would still be hidden in this kind of small city.

"Sir, is there a doorway here? Can you tell me about it? ”

The old man shook his head: "There is a taboo in the sect, if you want to know, go and ask the person who gave you the talisman paper." ”

The old man got up, rubbed his waist, and began to tie the wreath again.

It's summer now, and this shop has a yin aura that doesn't belong to summer, Yuan Xinghan walked in curiously, feeling a little cold, in the store, in addition to the old man, there are a few helpers.

Yuan Xinghan saw that several small workers were not very old, and they were quite experienced in tying wreaths.

"Little brother, the blush on your face is the same...... Is it exquisite? ”

Several small workers have very white skin, and they often work in this kind of shop that does not see the sun, and Yuan Xinghan can understand it, but their faces have different degrees of redness, which makes Yuan Xinghan a little curious.

Before meeting Qin Kun, he had never been in contact with the funeral industry, could it be that the red flutter on their faces was also some exquisiteness and secrets?

The movements of several small workers were very quiet, they looked at Yuan Xinghan, did not speak, and continued to bury their heads in their work.

Yuan Xinghan was a little embarrassed, and he might have rashly inquired about other people's affairs, which was a little abrupt.

Yuanxing Hanping didn't go to social socializing anymore, and he didn't know what to say at this time, so he took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to the little worker.

"No open flames in the store."

Yuan Xinghan continued to be embarrassed, but the little worker still put away the cigarette, touched his face and replied: "This is the master who wiped it, saying that it is easy for people to recognize us." ”

Make people ...... Facilitate...... Recognize...... You guys?

Yuan Xinghan was confused.

After sitting in the store for a while, Yuan Xinghan saw that the old gentleman and the little worker didn't care about his intentions, so he thought it was time to go.

This trip, he felt a few good places, one is the stone forest in Han Coffin Village, and the other is this plain wreath shroud shop, Yuan Xinghan is inspired, and when he imagines the picture in his mind to become a painting, it will be very intriguing.

"Sir, I'm leaving."

At the door, Yuan Xinghan said hello, and the old man didn't raise his head: "In this kind of place, the dead don't say to stay, and the living don't say to leave, these taboos, pay attention next time." ”

"Well, I remember."

Yuan Xinghan said goodbye and turned to leave.

The street was much hotter than in the store, and Yuan Xinghan's mobile phone rang, and at first glance, it was Qin Kun calling.

"Hey, Director Qin, are you awake?"

"Hmm."

Yuan Xinghan was surprised that Qin Kun got up, he calculated the time, it has been 10 hours since he stayed in the hotel last night, could it be that Director Qin had another vigil last night?

Qin Kun said on the other end of the phone: "Brother Yuan, let's go to the White Dragon Temple in a while." ”

"White Dragon Temple?"

Yuan Xinghan said: "I'm right next to here!" ”

Qin Kun said: "That's just right, let's set off to find you immediately, there is a vegetarian restaurant in the temple that is quite famous, just have a meal." ”

"Okay!" Yuan Xinghan touched his stomach, just hungry, "By the way, what about Xuanxuan?" ”

"Xuanxuan? Not with you? Qin Kun wondered.

"No......" Yuan Xinghan was even more puzzled.

Ping An Hotel, in Xu Yang's room, Qin Kun picked up Xu Yang's mobile phone, and in the circle of friends, Xuanxuan posted a selfie, and Yuan Xinghan was behind him.

"Where are you?" Qin Kunhu asked.

"The old street next to the White Dragon Temple sells wreaths and shrouds."

"Where are you?" Xu Yang was commenting and asked Tu Xuanxuan.

"Inside the White Dragon Temple, with Brother Yuan." Tu Xuanxuan replied.

In the hotel room, Qin Kun hung up the phone and had a headache.

In broad daylight, what the hell?

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