What exactly does a blind boss do?

I've been pondering this question, but I always feel like I can't think of an accurate answer.

He must be a warlock, but judging from what Old Man Zuo said during this time, the blind boss is more like a charity.

From south to north, there are more than a dozen warlocks who have a good relationship with the blind boss, and after each warlock finishes the work, he will give a part of the money to the blind boss.

Of course, this is not a commission, they are given to the blind boss to do good deeds.

Funding impoverished mountainous areas, making donations during disaster relief, and raising funds to set up welfare homes and nursing homes are all done by blind bosses, and they are all done by themselves, for fear of being embezzled by some shameless upper-level personnel.

All in all, the blind boss is a warlock, but he's more of a philanthropist.

I also asked the old man Zuo why the blind boss was so eager about these things, and the answer he gave me was very vague, just one sentence.

"He wants to accumulate yin virtue." When Old Man Zuo said this, the look in his eyes was difficult to see, and he seemed to be a little emotional.

Straight to the point.

In the evening of the same day, just after dinner, we rushed to the employer's house.

Indeed, it was only when I entered the village that I learned that some rural people are now richer than the small clerks in the city.

Looking at the building in front of me that can be called a villa, I am extremely yearning for the position of village party secretary.

Capitalism is evil.

"This is Daoist Zuo!" A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes greeted him, and looking at his fat brain, he knew how nourishing this girl's life was.

"You're Xiao Wang, aren't you?"

Old man Zuo glanced at him and said hello with a pun.

Little Wang Ba? This old man's mouth is bad!

The village party secretary surnamed Wang didn't hear anything else, nodded with a smile, and wiped the sweat on his head: "My son's matter, how much you bother." ”

At this time, Wang Ping took the village party secretary to the side and whispered a few words to him.

The expression of the village party secretary was quite kind at first, but it is estimated that when he heard the high price of 880,000, his face suddenly collapsed.

"Old Daoist, this price is a bit high." The village party secretary walked over with an ugly expression.

"This price can save your family's life, if you think it's expensive, then please be smart." The old man Zuo hammered his waist, pretending to be old and said: "Alas, I don't bother to move this old bone, otherwise you will bother to send me back?" I'll pay for the road. ”

The muscles on the village party secretary's face twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's talk about it first, if I can't cure my son's illness, this money will have to be returned." ”

"That's for sure, if it's not cured, isn't that just smashing the signboard?" Old man Zuo laughed.

After they exchanged pleasantries for a while, they took us into the house, saying that they would first see the child and then come down for a meal, which was regarded as picking up the wind and washing the dust for us.

Soon, we entered Wang Dong's bedroom.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a fishy odor, a familiar smell that I had before.

"Ah" Wang Dong, who was lying on the bed with a pale face, was moaning in pain, and his whole body was convulsing uncontrollably, almost like a sheep going crazy.

On the sheets, quilts, and pillows, there were all the "filth" he spit out.

When Wang Ping saw this scene, she hurriedly stepped forward to clean up the dirty things on the bed, it is estimated that she also has experience, and she wears gloves when cleaning.

"Yin poison can become evil when it enters the body, and this situation is much more serious than your original situation." Old man Zuo walked over, opened Wang Dong's eyelids with his hand, looked at it, and said: "This kid has a good life, there is a yin qi hanging his life, if it weren't for this, it is estimated that he would have died a few days ago." ”

Hearing Old Man Zuo say this, the village party secretary's eyes suddenly widened and he nodded again and again.

"That's what the first two gentlemen said, but they couldn't solve it."

"How can a mortal man cure your son's sickness?" I interjected: "They can't solve it, but my master can." ”

The old man Zuo coughed twice, took out a small bottle of red powder from his pocket, walked over and handed it to me: "Changshan, you go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of millet porridge, remember to put the tea stalk, you look at the addition of some ingredients, by the way, pour this bottle of things into it, let him spit out some filth, and clear his body." ”

Condiments?

I thought about it, and immediately understood what Old Man Zuo meant, and nodded busily: "Eh, Master, I'll go now!" ”

"I'll go!" Wang Ping hurriedly spoke: "Just leave it to me for such a trivial matter as cooking porridge!" ”

"What we cook is not ordinary porridge, this is a family recipe, which is dedicated to curing evil." I smiled, took out a bag of millet from the suitcase I had brought, and asked her, "Where's the kitchen?" ”

When I entered the kitchen, I opened up all the people, and the good name said that this is a family handicraft and cannot be shown to outsiders.

After I finished cooking the millet porridge, I saw that there was no one around, so I secretly spit two mouthfuls of saliva into it, which was absolutely warm and moist like milk in my throat.

Immediately, I also added half a bottle of vinegar and four spoons of salt to it, and when I saw that there was still chili powder on the table, I also added a lot of it to it, and finally I put sugar in the porridge.

Is that enough?

It's not enough.

I also poured half a bowl of Arowana blended oil into it, and then poured the red powder that Old Man Zuo gave me.

Damn, don't you want to vomit the filth, Lao Tzu will let you vomit enough!

"The porridge is ready!" I went into the bedroom with the bowl and shouted.

Wang Ping and her husband hurriedly came over to take a look, and when they saw me carrying a bowl of strange and unpredictable "things", they were really a little confused.

"This is porridge?" Wang Ping asked me confusedly.

"It's also medicine." I smiled and said, "Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, all five flavors, this is my family's ancestral secret recipe, and there is also ash burned from talisman paper in it, which is specially used to cure evil and filth." ”

Old man Zuo beckoned to me: "Hurry up and bring it to him and let him drink." ”

I nodded, walked over with the porridge, and the old man leaned over to glance at it, revealing a teachable smile.

"Familiar recipes, familiar tastes." Old man Zuo raised his hand and touched his beard, and said with relief: "It seems that you haven't forgotten our ancestral prescription."

"This is still taught by the master." I humbly say.

At this time, Wang Dong was helped up by his mother and sat on the bed with a pillow.

It is no exaggeration to say that before the bowl was over, Wang Dong was about to vomit.

"What does this smell like?!! Wang Dong roared excitedly: "The smells better than this!" ”

"Good medicine is bitter." I said to him righteously, "After drinking and vomiting, your illness will be much better." ”

"I want to throw up right now!"

"Do you drink or not?" Old man Zuo frowned.

In the end, Wang Ping persuaded the village party secretary for a while, and Wang Dong's grandson gritted his teeth and drank this bowl of dark food I had concocted.

Well.

By the time he had taken his last sip, he threw up, and I almost threw up.

This grandson is really ruthless, he can drink this kind of thing!

"Vomit"

Wang Dong tilted his head, lay on the edge of the bed and vomited.

Millet and tea leaves have the effect of removing yin poison, and letting him drink it like this is equivalent to playing the role of an emetic.

In just half a minute, Wang Dong vomited so much that he only had half a life left.

Looking at the filth on the ground, Old Man Zuo nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I'm almost throwing up, Wang Dong, how do you feel?" ”

At this moment, although Wang Dong was extremely weak, his face was full of surprise smiles, and he spoke more forcefully than before.

"I seem to be able to see the light dimly!!"

Hearing Wang Dong say this, his parents immediately became excited, and thanked the old man Zuo vigorously, looking at the old man Zuo's eyes as if they had seen his parents again.

"Zuo Dao Chief!! Thank you so much!! You're amazing!! ”

"You're welcome, this is just a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause, if you don't eradicate the disease in a short time, this evil will definitely come back." Old man Zuo smiled and gave me a look.

I hurriedly spoke: "My master will definitely be able to cure this disease, so you two can rest assured, that eighty-eight auspicious number"

It is estimated that the village party secretary and Wang Ping have also met such a direct Taoist priest for the first time, so they nodded with a smile.

"I'll send money right away, don't worry." The village party secretary said with a smile.

"Well, that's fine." Old man Zuo yawned and rubbed his eyes: "By the way, I almost forgot to ask you one thing, it's not just your son who is sick, right?" What about the rest? ”

"They are all lying in the hospital," Wang Dong replied weakly: "Old Daoist, please do me a favor and save my brothers."

"Okay, let them bring the money." Old man Zuo smiled happily: "Eighty hundred and eighty thousand yuan for one person, let them prepare the money, and I will immediately go to save people." ”

Wang Dong stopped talking, and his parents immediately changed the topic, not taking the lives of those people seriously at all, and beckoned us to go downstairs to eat.

Just as we were about to go down the stairs, the old man on the left dragged me and whispered.

"That thing on his body is not as simple as filth, I smell a smell of resentment." The old man Zuo told me very seriously: "This work is very dangerous, don't mess around, everything is under my command, you know?" ”

"Grievances?" My face turned white in an instant.

Old man Zuo's expression was a little solemn, and he frowned vigorously: "If I really encounter that kind of injustice this time, I'm afraid this village will get it."

Speaking of this, Old Man Zuo didn't continue, sighed, and followed the village party secretary downstairs.

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Notes: 殂, pronounced cu second tone, meaning death.