Chapter 3 Boom

"Master, you're here." As soon as Brother Yang saw me, it was like seeing a savior, and he didn't give me any time to react in the middle, and pulled me into the house.

Before I could come back to my senses, Brother Yang leaned on the door frame and looked out, and after a long sigh of relief, he quickly closed the security door.

"Brother Yang, who are you guarding against, a thief or a killer?" Out of curiosity, I asked casually.

Brother Yang shook his head and said that he didn't know what he was guarding against, but every day after dark, he always felt that someone was staring at him outside.

I hummed and didn't continue talking, thinking that Brother Yang might have been scared out of mental illness by the nightmare, so he was so nervous.

"Have you found another master?" As I passed by the entrance, my attention was drawn to the yellow pieces of paper pasted on the wall, and when I looked closer, they were all talismans to ward off evil spirits and ghosts.

"The Taoist recommended by a friend, I charged 18888 for the appearance fee alone." Brother Yang smiled bitterly, and then his eyes fell on those yellow talismans.

After asking Brother Yang's opinion, I tore a talisman and held it in my hand, smelled it with my nose, there was a faint smell of blood, it should be black dog blood or rooster blood and cinnabar.

"Are these charms fake?" Brother Yang may have seen that I didn't speak for a long time, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Fu is fine, it's all true." I squeezed the talisman in my hand and muttered a little in my heart.

And in order to confirm the thoughts in my heart, I asked Brother Yang how long ago the Dao Master had invited him last time, and whether he thought these talismans were useful.

Brother Yang thought for a while, and replied that the Taoist chief came over last Saturday, so he drew these talismans, because the fee was 666 sheets, so he remembered it more clearly. As for the effect, it's not very good, and I still have nightmares at night.

Nima, that long way is really dark. I cursed in my heart, there are at least a dozen talismans on this wall, how many Grandpa Mao have to change.

But then again, it's scary to think about.

Do you think, Brother Yang came to me again today, which means that the Taoist chief has not solved the problem.

Knotty! Very tricky! The trouble that the Taoist who has an appearance fee of almost 20,000 yuan has not solved, can I really handle the wild fox Zen, who is a monk halfway?

I'm not afraid of being laughed at by everyone, I'm really a little cowardly, I'm afraid of getting on fire.

And there are rules in the industry, helping people to see things, I can see the problem at a glance, and I feel that I am shallow, there is nothing to grease the soles of, and there are no jokes among my peers.

But the fucking situation now, I can't even see the problem, this girl is like a blind man driving, completely joking about her personal safety.

Of course, it's not that there is another possibility, I didn't find any obvious yin qi in Brother Yang or at home, so the possibility of meeting a ghost is very low, and I am more afraid that Brother Yang has a psychological problem.

After thinking about it again, I think that the latter is more likely, so I plan to symbolically do a ritual event, and I should give Brother Yang a psychological comfort and reassurance.

As for money, I'm not so black-hearted, so I don't want 20,000 yuan, just charge 1888 as a round-trip fare, just ask for a clear conscience.

I made up my mind, I asked Brother Yang to find a bowl of rice, and said that I would do a Dharma for him immediately. And he opened the satchel and took out all the magic weapons that might be used later.

Brother Yang was probably influenced by Hong Kong ghost movies, and walked halfway to the kitchen, and suddenly turned around, his expression looked very difficult: "Master, do you have to be glutinous rice?" I don't have it here! ”

At that time, I was about to draw a talisman, but I didn't raise my head, telling him that it was just ordinary rice, and that it was not a corpse poison, and there was no need for glutinous rice.

Soon Brother Yang returned to the living room with a bowl of rice, deliberately stood very close to me, and asked him what to do next.

At this time, I was halfway through the drawing, and I couldn't interrupt it, so I asked him to go to the coffee table first. But due to distraction, the hand holding the pen shook a little, resulting in a small flaw in the final finish.

But I'm not a Virgo, I'm not that particular, and it's not a calligraphy competition, as long as it's practical, and ghosts don't necessarily understand it anyway.

Then I drew a gossip on the floor, and on the side were all kinds of talismans written in cinnabar, which looked like the magic circle of film and television works from a distance.

"Brother Yang, you sit in first, don't move without my consent." I couldn't help but want to laugh as I spoke.

I didn't laugh at anything else, I just thought Brother Yang was funny, and as soon as I finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in the center of the circle, his hands folded, and the expression on his face was particularly reverent.

And it is worth mentioning that the Dharma I want to do originally did not need a magic circle, it was completely improvised, basically had no practical effect, and the main purpose was to look at bluffing people and create my image as a master in Brother Yang's heart.

Seeing that Brother Yang was seated, I put the rice bowl about a meter away in front of him, and then took out three incense sticks and held them in my left hand, and the fingers of my right hand held the talisman just now.

"There are many sentient beings who settle grievances, and deep grievances are difficult to resolve. One life has formed a grievance, and the third life has never stopped. "As the spell was finished, the rune paper in my right hand ignited without warning, and suddenly the flames jumped.

With the help of the talisman fire, I lit the incense and bowed three times in each of the four directions of the south, east, and west, and finally inserted it into the rice bowl.

In fact, just lighting incense does not necessarily have to use Fu Huo, the effect is better on the one hand, on the other hand, I used to practice this trick without much effort, do not take it out to show off the force, what is the difference with salted fish.

"Master, may I ask you a question?" Brother Yang looked at the smoke of the incense and asked slowly.

"You ask." I took the peach wood sword from the back and held it in my hand, in the end it was a treasure from a certain treasure, the texture is not very good, and the workmanship is not very good, but the raw material is peach wood.

"Since there are even ghosts in this world, there is also the underworld, right?"

Brother Yang's voice sounded a little wrong, and the question was also very connotative, so I had to shift my attention from the peachwood sword to him.

Brother Yang still looks the same, sitting motionless in the magic circle, but it just gives people the feeling that there is always a sense of disobedience.

"Brother Yang, are you OK?" Although I hate Brother Yang's scumbag attributes, he is now my customer, so I have to be responsible for him.

Brother Yang shook his head and said that he was fine, just ask casually, after all, before this, he was also a staunch atheist.

To be honest, Brother Yang's question is really difficult to answer, it stands to reason that since I do this, I must think that the underworld exists, otherwise it is equivalent to admitting that I am a charlatan.

But I haven't died, but I've seen ghosts with my own eyes, but as for whether the underworld exists, I haven't been there, so I don't dare to say anything. Moreover, there is a scientific explanation that says that ghosts are only a special energy body, so even if there are ghosts, it may not be able to prove the existence of the underworld.

"There should be." I could hear myself that my tone was not very firm.

Brother Yang nodded thoughtfully, and then continued to ask, or more like talking to himself: "Then a person like me is going to go to the eighteenth layer of hell!" ”

I only felt a chill in my back, Brother Yang obviously had a little secret hidden from me.

"The eighteen layers of hell are all heinous evil ghosts in life, and you haven't done anything bad, Jizo Bodhisattva won't want you." I wanted to talk about it, so I changed the conversation sharply: "Or do you really do what you did as a traitor?" ”

This time, Brother Yang no longer took over, and was completely silent, just like an old monk had settled down.

Obviously, Brother Yang pretended to be deliberate, but since people didn't want to reveal more, it was inconvenient for me to continue to ask more, so I could only shift my attention to the peachwood sword again.

It can be said that the methods and steps of each sect are different, and the Dharma tools used are naturally different. And I learned from my old man, and naturally followed the path of his old man, a peachwood sword is suitable for all kinds of rituals.

In fact, I used to ask my old man curiously what the name of our faction was, but what the old man said was not a faction, it was a folk wilderness.

I was still disappointed for a long time because of this, and it even directly caused me to give up learning from him, and I would only end up with some skin.

The old man was also quite open-minded, not only did he get angry, but he also praised me for having a personal opinion.

Thinking about these old events, I can't help but sigh that after so long, I am now back in this industry, probably because of fate.

"The head of the gods follows the underworld, and the underworld is beyond the spirit. Dark and bright period, Yang De obscurity**. I pronounced the mantra aloud as I bit the index finger of my right hand, and then I scribbled the blood as paint on the body of the mahogany sword.

Although it was only a symbolic ritual, I didn't cut corners, I followed the steps I learned, and I was very dedicated.

Immediately after, I danced with a peachwood sword, the movements were a bit like martial arts routines, and the ornamentation was greater than the practicality.

In the end, I stabbed the peachwood sword directly at Brother Yang, and a ritual ended perfectly. Of course, it's not a real sting, it's just a light click on him, and it's more of that sense of ritual.

"Alright, you should be able to sleep peacefully tonight." I wiped the sweat from my forehead, a mage was more tired than I imagined, not physically, but tired.

After receiving my order, Brother Yang stood up from the magic circle, took out a cigarette case and handed me a cigarette: "Master, this is the end?" ”

"It's over. But if you're still feeling uneasy, I can leave you a few more talismans. However, I still recommend that you go to the hospital when you have time, and some problems are not necessarily caused by paranormal reasons. I took the cigarette and started puffing.

Brother Yang nodded slightly, saying that he would go to the hospital for a check-up when he had time, but his eyes suddenly looked straight out of the window, and that kind of look was like seeing a ghost.

I subconsciously followed and looked over, and found that the curtains were drawn, and the night outside was basically invisible. Turning to the method of looking at qi, the concentration of yin qi is still below the normal level, which is not like something dirty.

"Brother Yang, did you see something?" I couldn't help but ask, it's always right to be cautious.

Brother Yang suddenly turned around again, and then took out his wallet: "Master, there is not so much cash, can VX pay." ”

I couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and I even more suspected that Brother Yang really had a mental problem, isn't this the answer to the question.

"The money is not in a hurry, I don't want 20,000, you just look at it and give it to 1888, you have to send it! Listen to Geely. "Actually, I still have a sentence in my heart that I haven't said.

'You might as well save some money for your own psychiatrist.' ’

As the saying goes, ghosts are still acceptable, but people are scared to death, if he is always suspicious of ghosts, not only to scare himself, but also to make others panic.

Brother Yang didn't be polite to me, but gave me all the cash in his wallet, saying that he was too lazy to count, and asked me not to count, but I definitely didn't see more than 1888.

This more or less made me a little unhappy, and I quickly drew a few talismans for him, and there were all those who transferred to the house.

After finishing the chores, I began to pack my things and prepare to flash home, but as soon as I reached the door, I suddenly remembered something important.

"Brother Yang, do you have any pets at home?" Although Brother Yang's family is only a single man, he can clean it up, but it has an indescribable taste.

Brother Yang sniffed, then pointed to an incense burner on the coffee table, saying that it was incense from his ex-girlfriend.

Incense? It seems that I am suspicious. "Your ex-girlfriend is pretty nice to you." I sighed, and then plunged into the night without looking back.

When I got home, it was already midnight, and I wanted to go out for a supper, but I couldn't bear to fall asleep.

The next day, before I woke up, there was a knock on the door outside, and there was a lot of knocking on the door without opening the door.

"Who? Early in the morning, what about mourning? I reluctantly got out of bed, with a nest of fire in my belly, thinking that it was the turtle grandson outside.

But as soon as I opened the door, my anger immediately dissipated, and it was two policemen standing in front of my house.

"You are Chen Poxiao?" One of the policemen spoke, full of breath.

I nodded, a little inexplicable, I don't know why the police didn't go to catch the thief and came to me as a good citizen.

"Yang Yu is dead, do you know?"

I suddenly thundered like five thunders, Yang Yu is Brother Yang's name.

"Come with us?" It was still the policeman who was full of energy, and then pointed to the police car parked on the side of the road.