"Ah Leng, what do you think...", Morningstar said in deep thought, his head down, "Could it be that Wan Jinshan sent those two bastards over?" ”

"It's possible..."

I thought of the sixth child who died in the abandoned kindergarten in the city, and the sixth child was Wan Jinshan's apprentice, and he was killed by Wan Jinshan. Wan Jinshan's method of killing him was to ask him to dig up the bones of a child who had been dead for many years, and carry it to the kindergarten where the child fell to his death, causing the sixth child to commit suicide by jumping off the building. And at the beginning, under the guidance of Wan Jinshan, the sixth child took revenge on the roast chicken shop on the pedestrian street of the city, and he also used the bones of dead people... Right now, Da Shi and Yang Deqiang, two bastards, brought an urn dug up from the grave, as well as a dead man's bone, to celebrate the birthday of this old man Yang, it is very likely that he was assigned by Wanjin Mountain, look at it like this, Wanjin Mountain has disappeared for so long, it is indeed to Taihang Mountain, to be precise, it is to go to the nameless mountain village in Taihang Mountain. Through the contradictions of the Yang family, he tricked the villagers in the nameless mountain village to come over and deal with Old Man Yang...

Although Wan Jinshan is not a good person, I have to admire his intelligence in my heart, and he has a good trick to kill people with a knife... At the beginning, he borrowed our hands to kill the old village chief, and now, he borrowed the two foolish hands of Dashi and Yang Deqiang to get rid of Old Man Yang...

"Ah Leng."

"Huh?"

"A small urn, a broken quilt, and a dead man's bone can put Old Man Yang to death, is there really such a god? It's a scary feeling," Morningstar said.

"Of course." I smiled bitterly, "But don't be afraid, with me..."

In life, we often hear such a saying that if a person wants to succeed, it is not enough to have ability and courage, but must have luck. Ability and courage can be cultivated, but luck cannot be cultivated. Luck is divided into good luck and bad luck, and there are many examples of good luck, such as winning the lottery, such as suddenly getting some kind of opportunity. There are also many examples of bad luck, such as a person walking and walking, and suddenly a large truck rolled over and crushed him to death... This is a common thing in life, but have you ever thought that for example, the person who was crushed to death by a big truck, if he was only more than ten seconds late from home, then he would not die... Pushing further, he woke up in the morning without shaving, or received a courier. If he had made some time to shave, or confiscated the delivery, it would have been staggered with the time when the big truck rolled over in the back... This is the unpredictability and magic of luck, the different people and things that a person experiences every day will have a subtle impact on his or her fortune. And Qimen Dunjia's auspicious and evil avoidance, in fact, to put it bluntly, is to capture good luck and avoid bad luck... In the above example, if the person is determined to be robbed by Qimenbu and ordered him to delay his exit for a few minutes, then he will not be crushed to death by the rollover of the big truck...

Among the strange gates, the bad luck and the fierce luck are called 'robbery'. This kind of thing is neither a gas nor an aura like yin and yang, it is just an abstract conceptual statement. When a person encounters a 'catastrophe', it is called 'collision' in Qimen. And the reason why the robbery occurs is related to the person, thing, or thing that the person encounters... For example, Yang Shuming Yang old man, he was born in the year of Bingxu (1946), his life is 'C', as I said earlier, C is a wood is a son, because the five elements of C belong to fire, for the yang fire, and according to the five elements of the fire, wood makes fire.

Old man Yang's life belongs to the fire, today is his birthday, he went to the monk's temple early in the morning to incense, the temple is yin, this does not need to be argued, but anyone who has been to the temple knows that even if it is a hot summer, even if there are many pilgrims in the temple, but in the temple, there is still a gloomy feeling. The monk's temple is the yin land of the yin land because it often exceeds the dead soul, and the monks who have lived in it for many years have a very heavy yin qi on their bodies. The old man went to the temple on his birthday to offer incense, and had contact with the monk, and his life 'fire' was suppressed by the yin qi, which gave the people who wanted to harm him an opportunity, when he encountered the 'people' from afar, and the 'things' they brought, forming a catastrophe, he hit the catastrophe... I think this shroud in my pocket should have been used to wrap the corpses of murderers...

"How can I help the old man get rid of the robbery and burn these things?" Morningstar pointed to the bag in my hand.

"No, don't be in a hurry to burn, the first thing to do now is to boost the fire of the old man's life, let's go, let's go to that temple..."

In fact, if you want to help Old Man Yang solve the robbery, there is a very simple way. As long as you take off his clothes, squeeze a drop of blood on his clothes, and then throw them on the street, and find a way for others to pick them up, the old man's 'robbery' will be dissolved, but in this way, the person who picked up his clothes will be robbed, so this method is completely unfeasible... Everyone must remember that there is no free lunch in this world, if you go shopping one day and see new clothes thrown by others on the side of the road, or things like dolls with great workmanship, you must not be greedy to pick it up at home, otherwise you will be unlucky, the journey will be blocked, and the sun and longevity will be light...

It was now two o'clock in the afternoon, and when I came out of the restaurant, I saw that there was already a drizzle outside, and the wind was blowing obliquely. From a distance, the buildings seem to be towering in the sea of clouds, mountains and fog. The play has to be sung all day, and there are still a lot of spectators, most of whom do not have umbrellas, and their hair and clothes are wet.

As soon as we put the bag in the trunk, Morningstar and I got into the car, started the car, and drove towards the direction of the temple.

"Before... Why are you saying those things to me? I asked in a low voice as I stared at the road ahead.

"Huh?" Morningstar looked sideways at me, then smiled, "Nothing..."

"Is there something on your mind?" I looked at the morning star.

"No," Morningstar turned his head, "don't think about it. ”

"I'm sorry star."

"What's wrong?"

"I used to blame you wrong..."

"You mean, I want to break up with you before I go home?" Morning Star asked softly, and in the quiet carriage, his voice was particularly soft and pleasant.

I didn't answer, staring ahead, my throat rolling a few times, "I found... I'm just a big idiot, always thinking I'm smart, always feeling how eloquent I am and how flexible my brain is. Actually, I don't understand anything, I've known you for so long, I've been through so many things, I can't even understand your heart, I'm sorry, star..."

"Oh, what's wrong with this, why do you do such a deep self-examination? Morning Star smiled, and then said faintly, "Actually, everyone is like this, they analyze other people's affairs clearly, they can say a lot of truths, and they always feel that why others are so stupid, so simple and can't be sorted out, and so easy to solve." However, if you replace yourself with others and you are in the game, you may be more unclear than others, and you can't solve it, this is the weakness of human nature... So, Leng, don't blame yourself, the reason why you don't understand, the reason why you blame me is because you care about me. No matter how smart a person is, no matter how good a person is, once he cares about someone, he will become stupid and make irrational actions... There are some things I can't tell you right now, but one day you'll know and understand, okay? ”

"Well, but remember, no matter what, even if the sky falls, I will help you hold on!"

"Well, I remember, always remember..."Morningstar's eyes flashed with tears, and he gently shook my outstretched hand...

To go to that temple, you have to pass through the downtown area of this county, outside the car window, it rains heavily, but it still can't stop the people from shopping. There is a huge amount of traffic and congestion. When we arrived at the temple, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

This temple looks very old, the temple is quite large, but the temple gate is small, and there is no plaque on it. Looking at the rain outside the car window and the temple in the rain, I have the feeling that when I was in Guangdong, Morning Star and I went to visit the 'Lingguang Temple', but the temple in front of me is much smaller than the Lingguang Temple, and it is far worse.

Parking the car in the open space in front of the temple, I covered the rain with my clothes, protected the morning star, and plunged into the temple. Although the temple is large, the temple house has only two entrances. In front, there is a three- or four-meter-wide aisle sandwiched between the two temple houses. In the middle of the aisle is a large incense burner, in which three thick incense sticks are inserted. The roof of the aisle tile shed high above the incense burner was blackened with incense smoke.

"Let's go..."

Bypassing the incense burner, we came to the backyard of this temple. I saw that there were a few straight pine trees planted in the backyard, and the pine leaves covered with fluffy cover were densely connected, covering most of the yard, and the rain hit the pine needles, making a dense sound like silkworm spinning.

Following the stone-paved road, Morning Star and I came to a temple house in the middle of the rear. In the dark temple house, there was a gloomy and cold atmosphere, and by the light that came in from the door, I saw an old monk, who was sitting on a futon not far from the Buddha statue and dozing off, and he didn't even notice that someone was coming in.

"Ahhh

I coughed, and the old monk woke up in shock, wiped his saliva, struggled to stand up, saluted me with one palm, and said in a Henan dialect of Mandarin, "Hello donor..."

"Master, too—" I bowed.

"May I ask if the two donors are here to offer incense or to worship the Buddha?"

"If you don't go to incense, you don't worship the Buddha."

"The donor..."

"I'm here to save people."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate..."

"Hmm...," I interrupted him, "I am merciful, and the master is even more merciful. ”

"Why?" The old monk was stunned for a moment, and jumped out of a sentence.

"In order to save people, the little donor, I want to borrow the treasure of Guisha to cast some spells..."

Morningstar tugged at my sleeve.

"Spell cast, spell what?" The old monk's eyes widened, and dialects came out.

I told Mr. Yang about it in general.

"Are you talking about the benefactor who came early in the morning?"

"yes."

The old monk scratched his head, "He robbed, what kind of spell did he use in our temple?" ”

"That's right, his life fire is suppressed by yin qi, and it is suppressed in your temple. If you want to help him get rid of the disaster, you must first come to your temple and cast a spell to boost his life..."