July 20, the year of the south, should be fasted, the market should be opened, and it is forbidden to marry and be buried.

Huang Li still has some truth, like Qi Zihuan, a small shop at the door of Luo Que, is really open today.

The customer was a middle-aged man, in his thirties, with greasy hair, red eyes and dilated pupils, looking preoccupied and not sleeping enough.

"Hello, what do you need?" Qi Zihuan perked up and asked.

"Ah, is there any paper money? Give me some. ”

As soon as the man opened his mouth, a smell wafted in, and he didn't know how long it had been since he washed, Qi Zihuan took a step back quietly.

"I have paper money, but I don't know which one you want? This is the general bank of heaven and earth, and the denominations range from one hundred thousand to one hundred billion. Qi Zihuan pointed to the colorful banknotes on the counter and introduced them one by one, "There is also this kind of dark bank, except for the avatar of Lord Yama, the rest are completely simulated, all of them are one hundred face value, and even have watermarks." ”

The man hesitated and didn't know what to choose, frowned and asked, "What kind of burn is it usually burned?" ”

Hey, you don't know how to do it? That's easy to do.

"May I ask if you burned it to your ancestors or the Buddha and immortals?"

"Neither...... There are some unclean things in the house, and someone else gave me the idea to burn some paper money downstairs to see if I can send it away. The man seemed to think of something, and his face was a little ugly.

"That's the case, then this paper money is very important!" Qi Zihuan didn't care about the other party's bad breath, and approached to persuade sincerely, "Let's be honest with you, don't look at the colorful banknotes, in fact, these are worthless below, like Vietnamese dong." The real hard currency is still this special yellow straw paper, although it is more expensive, but it is easy to use! ”

After speaking, he bent down, took out a few knives from under the counter to burn paper, and slapped it on the counter a few times to shake off the dust.

"I'll tell you, you buy it back and spread it out, take a piece of real money of 100 yuan and press it on the paper, and use the 100 yuan as a stamp, from right to left, from top to bottom, row by row. Only this kind of burning paper has weight, and those ghosts have face in their pockets. "Qi Zihuan's mouth is like a river, there are really some connoisseurs' postures, "A knife of burning paper can be divided into seven or eight parts, and they are folded twice in a diagonal line, so that it is not troublesome to burn and can ensure that it is burned clean." In addition, before burning the paper, draw a circle on the ground to be burned, be careful not to circle yourself inside, and leave a gap in the southwest corner to facilitate the ghosts who collect money to come in and get the money. ”

The man listened attentively, nodded and remembered them one by one, and then said with some gratitude: "Okay, just buy this, are there any precautions, boss, you tell me." ”

"Generally speaking, it is polite to burn a pair of paper figures and paper horses. But I see that you are not burning in the cemetery, it is too inconvenient, I happen to have a pocket model here, which is handmade by the best master in the province, especially exquisite, but it is more expensive......"

Bala Bala Bala, Qi Zihuan fooled around, insisting that the guest of honor was happy, and the money and goods were both good.

In the end, he also said enthusiastically: "By the way, I am also very proficient in all kinds of Zhaijiao rituals, if you burn the paper money has no effect, you can try to find me to open the altar." ”

"Say more, say more." The man may have seen that Qi Zihuan was too young, so he didn't take this stubble, and left in a hurry with a big bag of things.

Qi Zihuan looked at the man's slightly bowed back, and suppressed the idea of following to take a look.

Most of the restless things like this are still psychological, and have nothing to do with ghosts and evils.

In the past, a strange thing happened in the community where Ah Fei lived that lasted for more than a year.

At first, there was a family that always heard abnormal noises in the dead of night, but no matter how much they checked, they couldn't figure out the reason, and finally they couldn't stand it anymore and sold it at a very low price. Later, a young couple moved in, and they still had the same abnormal noise, so scared that they didn't dare to get pregnant at all, for fear of being pregnant with a ghost fetus, and after carrying it for half a year, they sold at a loss of 20%. In the end, I took over a teacher, who taught physics, and firmly believed that there was no objective phenomenon in the world that could not be explained by physics, and even if there were, it could be solved with mathematics. So after a month of careful observation, he asked someone to knock out all the toilet drains, and finally found a big catfish.

It turned out that I don't know which family bought a catfish to keep in the toilet, and before it was eaten, it jumped into the sewer, stuck and couldn't move, and used the water in the sewer to live down, and used the big tail to flutter the water pipe wall every night.

The truth is revealed, the haunted legend is self-defeating, and when the physics teacher sells the house again, plus the original increase in the housing market, it is already more than three times the original price.

So this story tells us never to keep catfish in the toilet...... Oh, no, it's about believing in science.

……

Just when Qi Zihuan was licking his fingers and counting the money happily, someone at the high-speed rail station in the provincial capital also took over a big business.

The provincial high-speed rail station is as crowded and busy as ever, with departures, arrivals, pick-ups, and soliciting passengers, and all kinds of people shuttling and weaving, and it is bustling.

Two passengers with luggage walked out of the exit gate.

A man in his early twenties, wearing ripped jeans and a white T-shirt printed with "I love China" in four large cursive characters, carrying only a rucksack, headphones, and his head swaying to the beat.

The other, in his forties, dressed in a black suit, had meticulous hair and folds despite a long journey, lugging a large suitcase and holding a folding paper fan in his hand.

In short, at first glance, it is not a local.

The two of them found the taxi pit according to the sign with the word TAXI and instantly petrified.

Good guys, they all say that Japan is crowded, but compared to here, it can really be described as a mantis arm as a car and a grasshopper shaking a tree.

A large shed, which is divided into passages by guardrails, allowing people to bend and clear the long queues. One side is about thirty meters long, and so far the line has bent at least eight times, making it seem like life is unlovely.

"Do you want to take a taxi? No queues. A man with a somewhat obscene description approached.

The middle-aged traveler looked at the team that did not move at all, and asked in Chinese with a Japanese accent: "Are you a taxi driver?" ”

"Yes, my car is over the parking lot, where are you going?"

"Oh, the provincial central hospital."

It costs about 21 yuan to play the meter. The soliciting driver quickly calculated in his heart.

"Central Hospital, that's a bit far. Well, how about you give 150 yuan and set off right away? ”

The middle-aged traveler turned his head to ask for the opinion of his companion: "Takemura-kun, what do you think?" ”

After waiting for a long time, I found that the young man was shaking his head and listening to the song, but he didn't hear anything at all.

A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he said to the soliciting driver: "Okay, it's only 150 yuan, please set off immediately." ”

"Okay, let's go this way."

The soliciting driver led them around and around to a dilapidated vehicle of the same color as a taxi in the corner of the parking lot.

Look at the appearance of this car peeling paint and rusting everywhere, I don't know how many years it has been used, but fortunately it has a license plate, and it should not have reached the scrapping deadline.

The middle-aged traveler felt a little comforted in his heart.

Well, innocent foreign friends don't know there's such a thing as a deck.

The young man named Takemura didn't have any opinions anyway, and got into the car with the middle-aged man.

Started, set off, just drove about a kilometer, and on the side of the road near a high-speed rail station, the car stopped.

"Eh, wait, I'll pull two more guests." The driver got out of the car and expertly locked the doors and windows.

I saw the driver looking at the side of the road for a long time, maybe he didn't see anyone dragging his luggage out of the high-speed rail station, and then ran to the other parked car in front of him, discussing something with the other driver through the window.

After a while, the driver returned, opened the trunk and carried the luggage of the two Japanese and headed for another car.

"You take that car, it's still 150 yuan, don't worry, I won't kill you!"

Ryuji Ishimoto and Hideki Takemura, who were regarded as guests of the surrounding underworld in Kyoto, Japan, were resold as piglets.