Rich Feng Shui Master: Enchanting actress will catch ghosts

The other small stalls are filled with daily necessities, or some clothes or children's toys. In comparison, the things on the stall in front of me are a bit strange, full of nonsense things, such as bells, peach wood The sword, and some bottles and jars that I have never seen before.

And this stall owner turned out to be dressed like a Taoist priest, but he looked very immature from the face, probably around 20 years old.

Ming even saw that there were many ancient coins on the stall, so he walked to the stall with a curious attitude, picked up the ancient coins, and studied them carefully in his hand.

Although it is not easy to tell the real from the fake, it does look like that, and there is still some dirt on the coin.

Ming weighed these coins in his hand.

At this time, the stall owner who had been silent all this time said, "I'm telling you, if you want to buy it, you have to seize the opportunity. These things I have are from hundreds of years ago, and they are quite valuable, but I'm selling them cheap now. "

The little Taoist spoke in a ruffian way, Ming didn't like this tone very much, so he turned the bronze coin in his hand upside down and put it back in its original place.

Just as he was about to leave, the little Taoist grabbed his arm and said, "I just talked to you, didn't you hear me? If I said I want to buy it, seize the opportunity, I'm selling it cheap."

Ming turned his head and looked at the little Taoist coldly, his eyes swept back and forth on his hands several times: "Let go."

The little Taoist priest held a stick in his mouth, and became more and more rampant: "I won't let go, what can you do, if you touched my things today, you have to buy them."

Ming was amused by this absurd logic: "Which regulation stipulates that you have touched it and you must buy it. Are you a scammer? Go to the streets and see who sells things like you."

While talking, Ming waved his hand, pointing to the pavements all over the street.

But after saying this, the little Taoist priest became even more rampant, and directly took Ming's arm, and walked around from the back of the stall to the front, aggressively: "I don't want to tell you, I will leave my words here today, and you have to buy it today. If you don’t buy it, you have to buy it, mine is different from other people’s, it’s so precious, it’s untouchable, don’t you know what a precious antique is?”

"I'll tell you for the last time to let go." This is the first time Ming has encountered such a forced buying and selling business, and he usually doesn't like this kind of people, so at this moment, his anger suddenly ignited. There were bursts of cold light in his eyes.

The little Taoist probably regarded the customer in front of him as an extremely ordinary person, so he was even more presumptuous, and the force in his hand was stronger, looking at Ming Evil and provoking fiercely: "I won't let go, what can you do? ? I'll let you go after you finish shopping, how about that?"

Because the two people were talking loudly, and there were already many people on the street, they were immediately surrounded by the crowd.

It was the first time for Ming to be surrounded by people because of this kind of thing, and his face was somewhat uneasy.

"Are you really not going to let go?" Ming couldn't bear it at this time.

"I've said it before, I'll let you go when you buy something." After being repeatedly warned by Ming, the little Taoist priest still had this stinky character.

Ming was completely angry, and you were so quick that you grabbed the little Taoist's wrist with your other hand, and only heard a crisp sound, which was the sound of bones breaking.

The people around were in an uproar, the little Taoist lay down on the ground with his hands covered, his forehead was full of sweat, he kept rolling and shouting on the ground, like a rascal.
"Young man, this matter is indeed his fault. He shouldn't force you to sell something, but your shot is too heavy. He is sweating in pain. Why don't we all call an ambulance for you?" There were more and more people watching the excitement, only one old man finally stood up and looked at Ming and said.

Under the pressure of the crowd, Ming could only nod his head. It seemed that today was really unlucky to meet such a rascal.

"Yes, if you don't send me to the hospital for treatment today, I'll be with you forever, and even hurt me." The little Taoist priest lying on the ground also began to yell with a red face and his neck stuck.

Ming was very helpless. Amid people's pointing and pointing, an ambulance finally arrived after a long wait.

Ming looked at the little Taoist priest hiding on the ground, got angry, rolled his eyes, and cursed angrily: "You just hurt your hand, you haven't reached the point where you can't get up, Stop pretending there."

But after these words were finished, the little Taoist priest seemed to be deaf, lying motionless on the ground until the doctors and nurses carried him onto the stretcher, and he rolled his eyes at Ming.

Ming watched the little Taoist priest being carried into the ambulance. He wanted to leave, but he didn't expect the doctor to ask who the family members were.

The little Taoist reacted very quickly, and immediately pointed at Ming standing outside the ambulance and shouted: "He hurt me, get him in the car quickly."

The nurse who didn't understand the truth of the matter walked up to Ming, looked at him with fierce eyes, and stared at him until he got into the ambulance.

After going to the hospital for various examinations, the doctor finally came to the conclusion that it turned out to be a slight fracture, and there was nothing serious about it, but judging from the expression on the little Taoist priest, this time it should be quite painful.

"I have already paid the money for you, and I left cash for you at the nurse's place. I don't want to see people like you. Let me go." Ming looked at the little Taoist priest lying on the hospital bed moaning again and again, and his mood changed. It was so bad that he wanted to leave.

"Don't you want to say something more to me?" The little Taoist still smiled meanly.

Ming didn't speak, turned around and walked outside the ward.

"I think we can still be friends. I understand you very well. For example, I know that you have encountered something recently, so you are unhappy, so you wander around on the street every day."

The words suddenly shouted by the little Taoist made Ming stunned, and it was really strange to say it, why did he know that he was wandering around in the street every day?
Ming stopped, turned around slowly, and walked slowly to the little Taoist priest's bed.

"You mean you know about me?" Ming asked coldly.

"I also know that you are not an ordinary person, and I also know that you are worried about a woman recently." The little Taoist spoke with difficulty and took two bites of the apple on the table with his other hand.

Ming was startled, but through these few words, he could clearly feel that the little Taoist in front of him was not simple.

"How do you know?" Ming turned around and closed the door of the ward, then walked slowly to the chair next to the bed and sat down.

The little Taoist continued to eat the apple: "It's very simple, you can tell from your face that you are not happy, and as for what happened to you, I can figure it out."

"Then who are you?" Ming Yi stood up excitedly and held the little Taoist's wrist: "Can you really figure out something? Then can you help me figure out the person I'm worried about now?" Is it life or death?"

The little Taoist sat up suddenly, closed his eyes, and while muttering something, he pinched his fingers quickly, and after a long time he raised his head and looked at Ming: "You asked a good question, Then you make friends with me, and I'll tell you."

Ming really gave in to this rascal, so he could only nod his head: "Okay, I'll treat you as a friend from now on, tell me quickly, is she alive or dead?"

"The person you want to find is still alive."

The news was shocking enough, a huge sense of excitement hit Ming's brain, and Ming was so shocked that he almost couldn't stand up.

"Are you serious? Then help me figure out where she is?" Ming Xing was at a loss, looking expectantly at the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist shook his head and refused: "I can't count anymore, one is because I was injured, and the other is because of my lack of internal strength, even if I help you do the counting again, it may not be able to count. "

"If you are willing to wait for me, I can help you after I recover." An apple was quickly eaten by the little Taoist priest: "Okay, stop thinking about it, sit down, the person you are thinking about Still alive, this should be good news."

"Thank you." Ming squeezed out these three words from his hoarse throat.

The little Taoist obviously didn't expect that this tough-tempered person would say thank you to him, so he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"It's okay, we don't know each other." The little Taoist showed a mean smile again: "You can tell me about your affairs."

Ming shook his head: "I'd better not talk about it now, at least I don't even know where she is now, and it will only make her sadder if you mention him. Tell me about you."

The little Taoist shook his head: "Do you really want to hear my story?"

Ming nodded: "You can just say it directly, anyway, I am idle when I am idle."

The little Taoist suddenly put on a sad expression, his eyes slowly looked out of the window, as if caught in memories.

The little Taoist said that a long time ago, his family was in a small mountain village. Although the family was poor, the family of four lived happily and happily. The little Taoist said that he also had a little sister who was four years younger than himself.

However, such a dull and happy life did not last long. When the Chinese New Year was approaching, the parents drove a tricycle with their little sister to go to the market. Unexpectedly, there was a car accident on the way, and the three died tragically on the spot.

In the end, he couldn't save it, and the little Taoist told Ming that this might be the most painful memory in his life.

"Then what happened next?" Ming asked softly.

"Later, I was sent up the mountain by the people in the village to become a Taoist priest. I have been practicing with great concentration. Later, the master who taught me passed away, and I suddenly had no source of income, so I started selling things on the street two years ago. , but because the items they sell are special, almost no one comes to buy them." The little Taoist showed a sad expression.

"Then is this the reason why you forcefully buy and sell?" Ming stared at Xiaodao and sneered.