Tang Shuo told me that those who wear tiger skin clothes are generally Lu Shi, and Lu Shi is a cultivator of asceticism, and my understanding is that it belongs to the decent guy in white.

And the black-clothed Azan specializes in black witchcraft and belongs to the lower three sects.

Since this funny brother is Lu Shi, there should be no evil law here, so I can watch at the door with peace of mind.

Communication with Lu Shi mainly relies on the dark and thin guide, no wonder the Hong Kong program team wants to find him, this guide can actually speak Cantonese and is responsible for the translation of both sides.

Tang Shuo was originally in front, but somehow, he quietly retreated to my side and stood at the door. He whispered, "This Ruth's name is Azanmao." ”

He turned his head to listen to the Thai conversation between the guide and Azan Mao, and then whispered to me, "This Azan Mao is a correction method, specifically to give people relief, not the descending kind, for example, some people are uncomfortable or have any problems, come to this master, and the master will sense it." ”

The guide then translated in Cantonese to the Hong Kong program team. With the consent of Azanmao, the photographers of the program team set up their cameras and began to shoot.

The female reporter asked Azanmao whether the program team would often go to places such as mass graves, abandoned morgues and crime scenes in order to shoot materials, and whether they would get dirty things.

Azan Mao translated through the guide and told her that she couldn't see it this way, and if she saw that there was anything wrong with your body, she would try to see it.

After listening to it for a while, I felt that what he said was all nonsense, that he had no dry goods, and that he would not be able to pay the difference if he took such a program back to the people of Hong Kong.

I don't know how capable this Azan is, but I have a question for me. Tang Shuo told me that I couldn't talk nonsense, so I had to hold back.

chatting and chatting, everyone let go, and the reporter didn't have those scruples at first, casually looking at the furnishings in Azan Mao's house. Everyone was suddenly attracted to something, which was a row of fake "birds" carved out of wood, the kind used for human reproduction. It comes in a variety of colors, in different sizes, and is lifelike.

Azan Mao said that hanging these things on your chest is good for love and harmony, you have a sweetheart, and the other party doesn't care about you, wearing this can make the other party fall in love and pursue you in turn.

The guide is very well-behaved, those Hong Kong reporters are really bold, the cameraman is a fat man, he didn't ask for Azanmao's consent, he picked up a stick and played with it, and exclaimed in Cantonese: "Wow, what a problem!" ”

The guide told him that this was the legendary Djinn God, which specialized in improving male abilities.

The short-haired girl leaned over and spoke a string of Cantonese to the guide, who translated it to Azan Mao. Tang Shuo eavesdropped on the side, his face full of evil smiles.

I was itching and whispered what they had said.

Tang Shuo played suspense for a while, and finally told me that this short-haired girl had a boyfriend on the TV station, and the two of them got along for less than a month, and the man dumped her, and found another one, she couldn't get angry, and wanted to ask Azan if there was a way to save his heart.

I'm angry, the short-haired girl is almost like a goddess to me, I don't dare to look at it more, but in the eyes of another man, she is so abandoned. It's really more popular than people, drought and waterlogging, where can it be reasonable.

Azan nodded and said, help you make a love and merger.

He picked up a thick wooden pipe, drew a charm on the head of the wooden pole with a ballpoint pen, and when he was done, he asked the short-haired girl to stretch out her two hands and kneel on the ground, as if to receive the holy relic.

The short-haired girl was very religious, and she really knelt on the ground and stretched out her palms.

Azan Mao put the woodpole in the palm of her hand and told her that she had the boy in mind. The girl's eyes were closed reverently, and Azan began to chant the incantation, which took about ten minutes.

Azan Mao asked her to open her eyes and said okay, this woodpipe will be given to you as well.

The reporters playfully asked the short-haired girl, where are you going to hang it? The girl carried the woodpipe, tilted her head, showed a very playful and lovely look, and said, "Send the humble ga." ”

I understand this sentence, which means to give it to everyone.

It's so cute.

The interview didn't end until noon, and when Azan wanted to invite everyone to dinner, Tang Shuo gave me a look and whispered, if they Hong Kong people stayed for dinner, we would leave.

I asked why.

Tang Shuo said: "Are you stupid, the food at the head lowering master's house is so delicious?" ”

I said, "Azan Mao doesn't look like a bad person. ”

Tang Shuo shook his head: "Be careful, in the Lu Shili I know, there are very few people who practice the secret art between men and women, especially those birds, which look like black-clothed spells." ”

The program team in Hong Kong is quite a bit of common sense, and they didn't stay for lunch, everyone came out together, talked and laughed and asked the guide to find a local restaurant.

Tang Shuo is not bad-looking, can speak Thai and Cantonese, and is still an old driver who has been mixed with society for a long time, and it didn't take long to fight with these Hong Kong people, especially to make those two girls giggle.

I can't do it in the back, and I regret that my knowledge is too shallow and unheard, who would have thought that I could learn Cantonese well and pick up girls. Now it's a dry stare.

When I got to the restaurant, I pulled Tang Shuo aside and asked him what he had just said to the two girls.

Tang Shuo glanced at me: "Praise you, say that you are wise and martial, handsome and chic, and a famous talent in the Yangtze River Basin of China." ”

"Old Tang, don't make fun of me, what are you talking about?" I say.

Tang Shuo said: "Pick up the girl, what can you say." Alas, no, what do you call it has changed again. At first, he was called Mr. Tang, and now he is called Old Tang. Isn't it time for you to give me a nickname next? ”

I laughed, knowing that he sometimes had a good temper, and said casually: "What can Tang Shuo's nickname be called, Copper Lock?" ”

Who knew that this joke actually made Tang Shuo's face immediately gloomy, and scolded me: "You give me more respect!" ”

I was stunned, he didn't look like a joke.

When they arrived at the restaurant, the Hong Kong people asked for a private room, and everyone sat around a table. Tang Shuo's face was not good-looking, he ignored me from beginning to end, I was not familiar with my life, and I didn't understand the language, so I could only sit there and watch them talk and laugh.

It didn't take long to start serving, and all kinds of seafood, durian shaved ice, shrimp and pomelo salad, roast duck, etc., were all placed on the top. I pulled a chair and sat next to Tang Shuo, and said with a smile, "Brother Tang." ”

"How?" He looked at me lazily.

"It doesn't seem good for us to eat and drink here." I say.

Tang Shuo said: "You still have a conscience, so let's do it, after eating, you go to the counter in advance to settle the bill." ”

I laughed, "I'm kidding me again." ”

Tang Shuo said: "Let's eat, where are there so many things, I will finish the specific process for you." In the future, you will listen honestly when I speak, and you will not suffer any losses, do you understand? Don't make fun of us old people if you have something to do, it's not good. ”

"Well, I see." I said, "From now on, you will be my uncle, and I will never offend you again." ”

It is estimated that after this meal, we will have to part ways with these Hong Kong people, and I don't care about my image, I am hungry anyway, what is delicious to eat.

The two girls looked at me and giggled, and Tang Shuo said something to them in Cantonese, and they laughed even harder.

I finally opened my mouth: "What are you talking about?" ”

Tang Shuo said: "I said that you were hungry for two days in advance for this meal, just to take advantage of this. ”

I blushed and couldn't defend myself, so I could only glare at him.

Everyone ate and clinked glasses and drank wine, which is a local home-made wine. The short-haired girl took a sip and suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at her.

Someone said: "Ah Tao, ghosts and spirits." ”

The short-haired girl put down her wine glass, as if she had something to say, her face suddenly turned pale, opened her mouth sharply, "wow", and spat out the whole table. All she spit out was yellow soup, which was like diarrhea, and the taste was fishy and smelly.

All of us were frightened, and we all jumped up and jumped back. The short-haired girl named Ah Tao, after vomiting, collapsed under the table and began to convulse.

The cameraman shouted in Cantonese, and Tang Shuo said in a low voice: "He suspects that the ghost of Azan is the ghost of the head lowering master." ”

No one had the appetite to continue eating, so they hurriedly carried Ah Tao out. Ah Tao is not unconscious, her consciousness is very clear, holding her stomach is uncomfortable, and she screams in pain.

After settling the meal money, everyone got into the car outside and drove back at a gallop, wanting to ask Azan to understand.

Ah Tao was in the car, occupying a row of seats alone, constantly holding her stomach and struggling, her face was as white as paper, and her whole body trembled like a pendulum.

The car soon arrived at the villa of Azan Mao's family. The guide and videographer went to the door and rang the doorbell, and after a short time, the maid-like woman came out again. This time, though, instead of opening the door, she greeted them at the door.

What the guide said should have explained the current situation to her. The maid was very resolute and just didn't open the door. As he spoke, the Hong Kong cameraman became angry and kicked the door with his foot, and the maid was like a shrew, hoarse, her hair falling down, and she kept cursing. She was already ugly, but at this time she was more like a ghost.

I'm sweating all over my head, and I've never seen Southeast Asian scolding before, but today is a long experience.

After a while, the maid turned and walked away, slammed the door shut, and ignored them. The guide and videographer came back and explained the situation to the people in our car.

Tang Shuo said to me while listening: "This head drop is indeed from Azan, he asked the program team for 200,000 Hong Kong dollars, otherwise it would not be released." ”