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Zhang Wuren said that there are no outstanding exorcists in Shanghai, and occasionally there are one or two people who claim to be masters, if not liars, but also two knives who are not proficient in learning.

I wondered at the time, in such a big place as Shanghai, there are countless suicides, car accidents, and even homicides every day, and there are many remaining ghosts, why are there no exorcists? In case those ghosts haunt the dark corners of the city, who is the dead?

At that time, Lao Zhang looked at me with a very meaningful gaze and said, it seems to have something to do with the feng shui layout in Shanghai.

Legend has it that before Shanghai made its fortune, it once invited a very powerful feng shui master to plan the city. It took this feng shui gentleman more than ten days to see all the feng shui in Shanghai, and sighed while watching.

So the chief executive of Shanghai asked Mr. Feng Shui, why did Mr. sigh?

Mr. Feng Shui said that if I do the planning, the city will surely rise and prosper for a lifetime. But God is also very fair, what you gain, you will lose. The prosperity of the city will drain the spirit of the people of my generation, and the more prosperous it is, the more mediocre the people of my generation will be.

Roughly speaking, if this feng shui master plans for the city, Shanghai will definitely soar in the future, but the feng shui master is also a person in the circle, and as a price, there will be no outstanding people in the local circle after him.

As it turned out, this feng shui gentleman was right, after his planning, Shanghai soared to the sky from the twenties and thirties of the last century, becoming the largest city in Asia at that time, and even now it is an internationally famous metropolis.

But behind the prosperity, the local exorcists have since turned from prosperity to decline, and their origins are unknown.

Zhang Wuren said that this statement is just a saying circulating among exorcists, and it is impossible to judge whether it is true or false. However, since the Republic of China, there have really been no great masters in Shanghai, and even if there are, they are either vain names or outsiders.

I said, then who will suppress the lonely ghosts and ghosts in this city?

Zhang Wuren said with a smile that there are two water dragons in Shanghai, one is the Huangpu River and the other is the Suzhou River. Two water dragons are one big and one small, set off each other, the key position of the two water dragons are buried with the lock dragon tablet, thirty-six on the Huangpu River, should be and thirty-six Tiangang, there are seventy-two on both sides of the Suzhou Creek, symbolizing the seventy-two earth evils.

These one hundred and eight dragon steles are all over Shanghai, which is enough to form a feng shui circulation, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts will be in order even in Shanghai, and there will be no resentment and heavy things.

Even if there were, it would be suppressed by one hundred and eight dragon lock tablets, and the earth would rotate, making the ghosts and ghosts dissipate into nothingness.

Therefore, this layout is actually very powerful, not only to promote the development of Shanghai, but also to suppress those who have evil intentions.

The reason why a city can exist and thrive naturally has its own reason for existence, and I can't help but be a little ridiculous and generous when I worry about those things here.

But it was said that after we left the mess in Wenzhou, we went straight to Shanghai after buying the high-speed rail. When we were in the car, we contacted Jing'an Temple, and when we heard that we were introduced by Master Wunian of Longshan Temple in Quanzhou, we seemed very enthusiastic, and asked the special management personnel to come and pick us up.

The man who came was a very steady young man, and he waited for us outside the station for half an hour with a sign before he could be regarded as waiting for us to come. After we met, we briefly introduced ourselves.

Of course, the young man is not an exorcist, and we did not specify the identity of the circle.

This person's name is Akai, a very mediocre name, and a very mediocre person, but he is not a monk. I said, Brother Akai, aren't you a monk?

Akai smiled and said, I am from the management office of Jing'an Temple, and the masters of Jing'an Temple don't care about these mundane things, so if there are messy miscellaneous things, our management office will receive them. The two of you are friends with Master Huanglong, so the management office specially asked me to pick you up.

Master Huanglong is a monk of Jing'an Temple and a native of Jing'an Temple. As mentioned earlier, the local exorcists are actually very mediocre, and there are no outstanding characters at all, so although Master Huanglong has a very high seniority, he is on the same level as the master of the monk Wunian of Longshan Temple, but if you really want to talk about ability, it is far worse than the monk of Wunian.

However, Buddhist disciples value the cultivation of Buddhism, rather than the means of exorcism, and Master Huanglong can be said to be extremely superb in Buddhist cultivation.

What's more, Master Huanglong is a local, and because he is a monk, he may be able to know where the so-called Honghualou is.

When we went, it was rush hour, and I was distraught when the traffic was stuck on the viaduct for a full hour. Zhang Wuren said, is Shanghai often blocked like this?

Akai shook his head and said, No, today may be an exception, right? Usually the road is very smooth.

He tilted his head and glanced ahead, and then scolded very unimagedly: Damn! It's unlucky! What the hell!

I poked my head out of the window, and then I saw a man on the top of the viaduct, screaming and agitating. also makes the action of wanting to jump from time to time, obviously a person who wants to commit suicide.

The position where the man was standing was more than 20 meters high from the road, and the ground was full of reinforced concrete.

I've seen on the news before that some people are trying to get paid, and some people are trying to save their feelings, or they stand on a building, or climb a bridge, and make a posture to jump off a building.

You say they want to jump, just jump down, but they have to wait for the rescue, wait for the TV station and the newspaper to come, and then jump again when they achieve their goal. It's miserable for someone to be passing by, and you'll have to wait until this is done.

If there's something urgent, then I'm sorry for you, just wait!

It's rush hour after work, and this road is the main road in Shanghai, and the guy sits there shouting, but he just doesn't jump down, and the cars behind him are lined up in a long line, and the horns are blowing one after another.

Zhang Wuren was very patient, and said, wait a minute, when you encounter this incident, you can't turn around if you want to.

There were firefighters in front of them who came to the rescue and persuaded the man who wanted to commit suicide not to do stupid things, but with little success. The man was babbling on and on, because of the distance, and the sound of the vehicle's horns, the shouting and scolding of the people were chaotic and could not be heard clearly.

On the contrary, there are people around who are talking about it, saying that this grandson killed himself again, and he failed to jump last time he jumped into the river by the Huangpu River, and now he is here again.

I said, "Hey, buddy, what's going on with this guy?"

The man was a taxi driver, and he was also looking at the excitement with his neck tilted up, and when he heard me ask, he said in an authentic Shanghainese dialect, what the hell! It's a bad gambler!

The taxi driver was very talkative and explained it to us, and it dawned on us. This person's name is Lin Guodong, and he is also a local, but he is just an idle gambler.

Originally, Lin Guodong had a serious job, and there were two houses of more than 10 million yuan at home, one for rent and one for himself, and he lived freely.

But then something bad happened, this guy got into gambling.

Gambling hurts others and oneself here, Lin Guodong is also a person with no self-control, after becoming infected with gambling, he soon played bigger and bigger, and finally got out of control, lost a house, and kicked his parents out of the house, sold the property and continued to play.

In just half a year, a well-off local has become a poor jingle gambler. His father had a cerebral thrombosis in a fit of rage and was still lying in bed unable to move, and his mother was in her sixties and had to push a small cart out to sell breakfast.

As for the daughter-in-law? I have already taken the children back to my parents' house, and although the divorce certificate has not yet been issued, it is almost there.

The rotten gambler Lin Guodong has no house, no daughter-in-law, and no matter how sick his father and gray-haired old mother still set up a stall, he still soaks in the underground casino every day. This guy borrowed when he ran out of money, and stole if he couldn't borrow it, and I don't know how many times he was beaten for this.

Some time ago, he was forced to pay debts by loan sharks, climbed the Huangpu River Bridge and wanted to jump, people were quite sympathetic to him at the time, and later found out that this bastard didn't want to commit suicide at all, but just to win sympathy, so he was scolded.

Now he has come to the viaduct to play this trick, and now he has become a celebrity in the local area, and no one cares about it, and he can't control it.

As soon as I heard that he was a gambler, I also scolded twice, and I deserved to be like this, but I regretted his wife, children and elderly parents. Having such a son on the stall can be regarded as a sin in his previous life!

Only Zhang Wuren squinted his eyes and looked ahead, and after looking at it for a while, he took out a red rope from his arms, he tied the red rope on his forehead, and when he looked up again, his brows were already deeply wrinkled.

Tie your forehead with a red rope is Zhang Wufor's unique method, and it has taught me before. It is said that the fire of life is on the hall, and if you seal the fire with something special, you can see things that you can't usually see.

In fact, we rarely use this method, because Lao Zhang and I know yin and yang, as long as it is not a deliberately hidden ghost, there is basically nothing to hide in our eyes. Unless there are special circumstances, the fire will be sealed with a red rope.

Zhang Wuren used this method, could it be that he saw something strange?

I said, Lao Zhang, what do you see?

Zhang Wuren watched for a while, then silently untied the red rope and tied it to my forehead, and when I looked up, I couldn't help but be surprised.

In winter, it gets dark early, so it's already dark at seven o'clock. On the street lamp of the viaduct, I saw a black shadow beside Lin Guodong, which seemed to be holding him.

It was so far away that I couldn't see the faces of the two guys clearly, and I could only vaguely see a wheel. Lin Guodong stood on the viaduct, half of his body had already leaned out, and the two black shadows were grabbing behind him, as if as soon as he let go, he would be thrown off the viaduct.

I immediately reacted, Lin Guodong, a rotten gambler, may not have committed suicide! It's entangled in dirt!