That night, with the gratitude of Cheng Kai's family, I took the old man Zuo straight to a restaurant selling seafood in the city.

Seriously, I feel like I'm getting more and more unable to see through Old Man Zuo.

Cheng Kai handed over 100,000 yuan in cash, he didn't ask for a penny, let me keep it for myself, saying that this is called a good start, but at least a third of the money earned in the future will be taken out.

This money is not for him, it is for the blind boss in Guiyang.

"We true warlocks really don't live as nourished by those false Taoists." When the old man Zuo was drinking with me, he said to me with a complicated expression: "We can't make a lot of money with this ability, do you understand?" ”

I shook my head and said, I don't understand.

"More than 50,000, then it can be regarded as stepping on the line drawn by the grandfather." Old man Zuo smiled bitterly: "Supporting a family and running to a well-off life, this is okay, but if it exceeds that amount, if you don't take some points to do good deeds, sooner or later you will be unlucky." ”

In Old Man Zuo's narration, I probably have a little idea of this so-called "bad luck".

Master Zu felt that these skills he passed down were used to save people, not to make money, so he drew the line a long, long time ago.

Wealth and disasters are considered light.

If any warlock dares to be rich and unkind, when his family is rich, it will be time for his family to be ruined.

And those fake Taoist priests don't have to worry about this, they want to earn as much as they want, of course, don't think that they won't be retributed.

It is a mortal sin to deceive God and deceive demons.

Those false Taoist priests either did not die well in life, or went to hell to suffer for thousands of years after death, in short, they have not yet reached the time of bad luck, and when it comes, they have to cry.

"What do you do with that blind boss?" I wondered what he had to do with me doing good deeds.

"He can use the money to help you do good." Old man Zuo smiled: "Anyway, don't ask so much, this time, you can collect the money with peace of mind, and you have to think carefully before receiving the money for the future reward, understand?" ”

"Yes." I nodded, touched my conscience and said, I still trust this old man, at least he didn't lie to me from beginning to end.

After drinking until about four o'clock in the morning, Old Man Zuo followed me home.

He slept in my grandfather's room that night, and his snoring was as loud as my snoring grandfather.

The next morning, I hadn't woken up yet, I just felt like my whole body was flying lightly.

It felt like being an immortal, but it always gave me a familiar roller coaster feeling

"Knock !!"

With a sharp pain, I opened my eyes.

"Old man left!! What are you doing!!! I jumped up from the floor and glared at him viciously, "Throw me on the floor early in the morning?!" I'm recruiting you?! ”

Old man Zuo smiled and patted his stomach: "Grandpa, I'm a little hungry, you hurry up and buy breakfast for Lao Tzu, and bring a pack of cigarettes by the way." ”

I glared at him for a while, and I wanted to complain a few words, but after thinking about it, I still relied on him to make so much money last night, and he can be regarded as my master anyway

"Count you ruthless." I sighed, suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked, "Why didn't you wake me up just now?" Do you have to wrestle for me? ”

"Didn't you wake up after a few screams, who told you to sleep like a pig" The old man Zuo spread his hands, saying that this matter has nothing to do with him, and the main problem is still me.

When I finished buying breakfast and brought cigarettes home, I saw the old man Zuo putting his feet on the coffee table, smiling and watching the morning news on TV.

"Ouch, it's still China when you buy it, it's really rich, and you're going to be upgrade." The old man's mouth was still so damaged, so he took the cigarette without saying a word, lit one by himself and smoked it.

I ignored him, took out a box of cheap cigarettes that I used to smoke from my pocket, lit it, sat on the sofa and began to think about life.

There's been a lot going on during this time, and I feel like my brain isn't enough

Old man Zuo didn't mean to talk to me, so he ate breakfast and changed the channel.

The TV was showing a promotional video of a certain music festival, and the old man Zuo was happy when he saw it, and asked me with great interest: "Changshan, tell me, if I go up to play a three-string, will anyone buy it?" ”

"Yes, why not." I smoked a cigarette and said to him shyly: "If you play the three strings according to the way I taught you, not to mention that someone buys it, it is a matter of course." ”

"What's the solution?" Old man Zuo looked at me suspiciously.

"After you finish playing the three strings, when you get off the stage, you have to drop the piano without saying a word, remember, you must fall hard, you have to smash the piano to pieces, this is called art, the art of rock and roll!" I said step by step: "When you fall the piano, your expression must be in place, just like smoking a big cigarette, you have to enjoy your face, and there must be a kind of poison. Addicted to madness, you know? ”

As soon as the words fell, I slapped my thigh violently: "Don't brag, if you do this, you will be angry!" ”

The old man Zuo groaned for a long time, shook the ashes of his cigarette, and looked at me with disdain: "Are you stupid to be Lao Tzu?" ”

It is estimated that the old man Zuo also got angry and pointed to my grandfather's room.

"There is a yellow cloth on the table, and you must read the scriptures on it carefully, and copy them for me within today." The old man said impatiently, took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, and said, "Copy it all, don't miss the words, hurry up and roll the calf." ”

"I'm not a monk, what kind of scriptures do I copy?" I asked depressedly.

"The art of washing grievances is a "degree" word, and the scriptures I asked you to copy are the scriptures passed down by your ancestors, which can save the wrongs. The old man Zuo looked at the TV intently, didn't look at me, and said thoughtfully: "After copying, remember to put away the yellow cloth, it is an old antique, and it would be a pity to lose it." ”

I hummed, took the yellow paper and went back to my room.

When I saw that yellow cloth, I just felt foggy in my head, this is the fucking scriptures?!

I saw that the square yellow cloth was full of words similar to oracle bone inscriptions, but it didn't look like the oracle bone inscriptions I had seen before, anyway, it was a kind of hieroglyphs that I couldn't read.

"Old man Zuo! What's written on this?! I don't understand! I asked out loud.

Old man Zuo watched TV in the living room, and replied perfunctorily: "I'll explain to you later, you copy it now, copy it with a pen or gel pen, it's better to put the words smaller, the yellow paper is not big, and the words can't be written when they're big." ”

I didn't think much of it at the time, I sat down at the table and started copying with a pen.

Copying and copying, I realized that something was wrong.

Each of these characters is very complicated, and several of them are animal-shaped characters, just like drawing, and this kind of complex characters will have to be written for a while to be done.

Time flies especially fast at such times, and when I have finished copying a third of the scriptures, I look up at the wall clock, and it is already past twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

I lit a cigarette and smoked, looking at the yellow cloth in front of me, and I only felt a headache.

"Damn, how do you feel like you're back in high school," I sighed and said, "This hand is going to be broken."

The old man Zuo seemed to know that I was resting, so he walked in with a cigarette in his mouth and took a look, and saw that the yellow paper was already full of many scriptures, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"That's a good copy." Old man Zuo grinned: "It's just that the words are ugly." ”

"You hold the mouse every day and play games for years, and you see if your handwriting can still look good." I replied angrily: "It's okay to use it, what kind of bicycle do you want!" ”

I took a puff of my cigarette and asked curiously, "What are these words?" ”

"The Sui script is a text specially used to communicate with ghosts and gods." Old man Zuo smiled: "In reality, there are not many wrongs who can really speak out of their mouths, and the language they use when communicating is this kind of writing." ”

", huh?" I scratched my head: "That's not how it works in the movies." ”

"I'm fine, what do I have to do with you?" Old man Zuo glared at me: "If you want to speak human words, then only the injustices of your own strength can do it, and if other injustices want to speak to others, they either give people dreams, or they have to rush into the body of a living person and speak through people's mouths, or they communicate with people in the illusion created by others." ”

I nodded as if I didn't understand.

"All in all, it's a hard kung fu, you learn it slowly." Old man Zuo said with a smile.

"How long will it take to learn this?" I asked, "How do you pronounce these words?" ”

"I'll find someone to teach you later." Old man Zuo sighed: "In recent months, you can follow me to learn some basic skills of exorcism and evil spirits, and the rest will be talked about later." ”

"Done."

"Let's go, let's go out for lunch." Old man Zuo said.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, I finally finished copying this thousand-word scripture.

It is no exaggeration to say that the second I finished copying, the whole person felt like I collapsed, and when I think back to my high school years, I only feel that my teachers have shown mercy to my subordinates.

When the old man saw that I had finished copying, he went to the house and took out the jar of wine containing injustice.

"Fragrant ash bottom, paper money belly, red hijab capped with grains." The old man Zuo said thoughtfully, pasted the yellow paper full of scriptures on the red cloth cover, and brought a red blackened rope, and tied the red lid three times by five by two: "This kind of rope is ordinary hemp rope, you can use it by soaking it in chicken blood overnight, it is used to seal it, understand?" ”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and placed the jar on the wooden table.

Immediately, the old man Zuo told me to go and get a bowl, let me fill it with rice, and bring another handful of tribute incense along the way.

"This jar is offered here." The old man Zuo lit a pillar of incense, inserted it in a bowl full of rice, and instructed very seriously: "When the lid of the red cloth turns black, it means that the injustice inside has been overtaken by you, just open the lid and let it reincarnate by itself." ”

"As long as there are people in the family, then the tribute incense cannot be broken, and the incense will continue to be made when it is gone." Old man Zuo said: "This kind of easy-to-deal injustice will not take three or five days to get rid of it, and when you meet that kind of deadly ancestor in the future, you may not be able to deal with it in three or five years, so you have to be patient." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man Zuo stretched comfortably, and said to me with a smile: "There is no work for this time, you take out the ancient books collected by your grandfather and take a look, especially the "Yun Sin Ji", which contains hundreds of records about injustice, which is equivalent to a great encyclopedia of injustice. ”

"Okay." I nodded.

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