After wearing it back, I am in the Shura field every day

Although the case was over, there were still a lot of reports to be written. Tang Yanchu and Zhan Wenshuang got busy, and when they returned to the simple tube building, Lin Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

It is really easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

He gnawed on two vegetable buns, reminiscing about the claypot rice made by Zhan Wenshuang, spread the black cloth on the floor, and then sat down.

I haven't been here for nearly a week. The old man who used to sell vegetables at a stall next to him is now replaced by a young guy who sells CDs.

He saw that there was nothing in front of Lin Mo except for an upright board, and he couldn't help asking the question mark of his soul: "Little brother, are you selling air?"

little brother? !

Lin Mo gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, and turned the outward board to show him, "Fortune telling? Big brother."

Young guy: "..."

He embarrassingly and politely refused, thank you, it doesn't count.

After the two strangers hurt each other, they fell silent to each other.

Halfway through the morning, a lot of the young guy's discs had been sold out, and Lin Mo's booth was still empty, but he didn't care, he looked like he was about to fall asleep with a little turtle in his arms.

The young guy couldn't help but said: "There is no future for being a liar now, why not change careers while you are young."

Lin Mo opened his eyes and scratched his chin, "According to Big Brother, what can I do if I change my career? Selling discs?"

"Cough...you don't need to call me Big Brother."

The man has 41 flowers, and he is still a flower bud that needs to be cared for.

Lin Mo saw that the other party looked like he wanted to have a long talk and persuasion, so he couldn't help moving his buttocks, planning to put his left ear in and out of his right ear, and change places after listening.

But the one who spoke before him was a familiar young man who jumped in front of him.

Overjoyed and excited, he grabbed his hand and shouted: "Master!"

Lin Mo: "Who are you?"

He withdrew his hand, his small eyes puzzled.

Wei Xiaoxiao was about to cry, like a heartbroken dog: "Master, it's me."

Does he look very ordinary?Don't forget it so soon...

Lin Mo looked familiar, and looked him up and down.

At this moment, the handsome young man standing behind Wei Xiaoxiao said: "Xiao Xiao, is he the master you mentioned? He doesn't look very old, and he looks very cute."

"Zhong Ning, people should not be judged by their appearance. Don't say that, the master will be angry." Wei Xiaoxiao gave his friend a hand.

"Sorry, I just wanted to praise you." Zhong Ning smiled shyly at Lin Mo.

With a sunny and handsome appearance and pure and kind eyes, he is a type of childhood sweetheart and beautiful neighbor big brother.

Lin Mo shook his head, saying it was nothing.

He is cute after all, innocent of telling the truth.

Wei Xiaoxiao was pitiful: "Master, do you really not remember me? You said that I was the first to ask you for fortune-telling, and you gave me a half discount."

oh!When he said this, Lin Mo remembered.

"It is you."

When he first came to Beijing, he was a customer who paid him 5000 yuan for fortune-telling.

"Yeah, it's me." Seeing Lin Mo's suddenly enlightened expression, Wei Xiaoxiao hurriedly said: "Master, I have been staying here for several days, and I finally waited for you. Can you help me? The price is negotiable... "

"Let's go." Lin Mo stood up and said.

"Eh?" Before he finished speaking, Wei Xiaoxiao was taken aback by Lin Mo's actions.

Lin Mo: "Don't you want to help? My price is fair, and no one will deceive you."

Wei Xiaoxiao immediately beamed with joy: "Master, please follow me."

The young guy listening with pricked ears hesitated to speak.

Lin Mo suddenly turned his head and said: "You are right, there is no future for being a liar, but I am different, I have a formal license."

Taoist priests can also tell fortunes.

The young guy was dazed and confused, and nodded in a daze.

Afterwards, Lin Mo followed Wei Xiaoxiao and Zhong Ning and left by car.

On the way, I also briefly learned about what happened to the Wei family.

For some unknown reason, Wei Xiaoxiao's father seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He was in a coma during the day, but at night he closed his eyes and painted various places in the house.

"The engraving is messy, I don't know what it is, it looks like ancient characters, but my dad can't write, and for three days, the family was ruined." Wei Xiaoxiao mourned sigh.

After a while, he said sadly: "The walls of the whole room are scratched, the wooden floor is also scratched, and even the wooden table in the wardrobe is not spared. My heart aches..."

Lin Mo: "..."

So, are you worried about your dad?Still worried about your house?

He turned his head without anything to say, intending to send a text message to Tang Yanchu, not to go to him for lunch at noon, but seeing Zhong Ning staring at him all the time, he smiled embarrassedly after seeing him.

Big brother, what are you laughing at?

What are you shy about? !

Lin Mo avoided his doggy eyes in wonder, and looked out the window.

The Wei family arrived soon, Yuejing Villa, a big family, no wonder they gave 5000 yuan if they asked.

Mother Wei came out to pick him up. She was a gentle and elegant woman with melancholy brows and a slightly bulging belly. When she saw Lin Mo, she greeted Lin Mo with a little hesitation.

Then he pulled Wei Xiaoxiao aside and asked softly, "Son, is this the master you found for your father?"

"Yes." Wei Xiaoxiao nodded.

Mother Wei looked at him with complicated eyes.

Unaware of his mother's psychological activities, Wei Xiaoxiao brought Lin Mo into the room without delay, "Master, my dad is in a coma now, please show me."

When Zhong Ning was about to follow, Mother Wei grabbed him and asked with a sad face: "Xiao Zhong, our family Xiao Xiao...that kid's brain is a little bit missing, he must have been tricked, right?"

"Actually, I don't know very well, Auntie." Zhong Ning shook his head, "However, I don't think he is a liar. Xiao Xiao knows it well, why don't you go up and have a look first."

Mother Wei was more at ease with Zhong Ning, so she nodded and entered the house.

The interior decoration should be antique and elegant, but now it is full of scratches, walls, floors, wooden shelves, etc...

Wei Xiaoxiao couldn't help showing a heartbroken expression again.

After Mother Wei and Zhong Ning came in, Aunt Zhao, the nanny, accompanied a man down the stairs, "Madam, Master."

Wei Xiaoxiao was surprised: "Why are you here?!"

"Xiao Xiao, don't be so rude, call him uncle." Mother Wei scolded.

The slightly glamorous and handsome man standing on the stairs raised his eyebrows.

Wei Xiaoxiao's expression was distorted, and he reluctantly said to someone who was the same age as him but a full generation older: "Li, Uncle Li."

"Good boy." The man surnamed Li smiled.

The edges and corners of his face were softer than those of ordinary men, and even his voice was very gentle and clear, which attracted Lin Mo to look at him.

"Afu, how is Liang Xiong?" Mother Wei asked eagerly.

The man came down from the stairs, shaking his head apologetically: "Sister Xiao, there is nothing I can do."

Mother Wei's expression was gloomy upon hearing this.

Wei Xiaoxiao yelled: "Mom, he is an opera singer, and he doesn't know how to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, what can he do!"

Wei's mother was so angry that she went to beat him up, "Stinky boy, Afu and I are brothers from the same school, and we are as close as brothers and sisters. He should be your uncle. Show me some respect!"

Wei Xiaoxiao shrank his neck and avoided, not daring to provoke Wei's mother again, and bluntly asked Lin Mo to go upstairs to see how his father Wei Liangxiong was doing.

The man's eyes also fell on Lin Mo, and he said with a smile: "Maybe this little brother really has something to do, why don't you go up and have a look."

Mother Wei said: "Master, please follow me."

Lin Mo nodded, and they went upstairs to the room of Wei Liangxiong and his wife. They were surprised when they entered. The scratches everywhere were more serious than downstairs.

Wei Liangxiong was lying unconscious on the bed with a carving knife tightly in his hand.

Seeing Lin Mo sizing him up, Mother Wei said, "He wakes up at eight o'clock every night. After waking up, he closes his eyes and carves words randomly. At first, he even went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife to carve. I was afraid of hurting others, and then he was at the bedside. After putting the carving knife, he won't put it down while holding it."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and felt even more sad: "He is not a person who loves to read and write. Usually, the words written with a pen are ugly, and the carving with a knife...is really horrible."

Mother Wei couldn't help rubbing her eyes sadly, her grief-stricken appearance was almost the same as that of Wei Xiaoxiao.

Lin Mo: "..."

He coughed dryly and asked, "Can you tell what words are engraved?"

Mother Wei was obviously educated, she nodded, "It's the small seal script used in writing in the Qin Dynasty."

Wei Xiaoxiao couldn't believe it: "What?! My dad can carve Xiaozhuan?!"

Lin Mo asked: "Can't you see?"

Wei Xiaoxiao murmured: "The engraving is the same as a ghost painting... who can tell."

Lin Mo asked Wei's mother in detail what Wei Liangxiong had done before he became like this, and what he had been in contact with.

Wei's mother recalled: "Liang Xiong is a construction contractor. He dug some things from the ground and brought them back."

"He knows that things under the ground should not be moved easily, and he has asked the master of the temple to look at it before bringing it back, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Lin Mo hummed, "Where is the thing? Can I take a look?"

"It's on the cabinet. It's just two books. He knew that I like ancient books, so he brought them back for me." Mother Wei brought two books that were still in good condition.

The man said: "I also checked, there is no trace of yin in the book."

Lin Mo reached out to take the books and flipped through them. One book had the words "Three Strategies" written on it, but the other had no name on it. It seemed that it had been worn away by years of devastation, but the contents inside were normal.

"I remember that "Three Strategies" was written by Huang Shigong, a Taoist hermit in the late Qin Dynasty and early Han Dynasty, so it is also called "Three Strategies of Huang Shigong"."

Mother Wei nodded: "Although the content in the book is written in Xiaozhuan script, it should be copied later, it cannot be the original work."

Lin Mo was noncommittal. He put down "Three Strategies" and read the unknown book intently. Yi, reward the good and punish the evil..."

He read a few words and understood: "This is also written by Huang Shigong, and it is called "Sushu."

"Su Shu" is regarded as a strange book and a book of heaven among the people. It takes principles as its purpose, and puts forward "Tao, morality, benevolence, righteousness, and propriety, five in one", and understands the rationale of the natural movement and transformation of all things in the universe...

Lin Mo grew up in a Taoist temple since he was a child, so of course he also read it.

Seeing that Lin Mo was still flipping through the pages, Wei Xiaoxiao said anxiously: "Master, do you see anything?"

"Well, don't worry, your father is fine, but he has been starved for a few days and his body is a little weak."

Wei Liangxiong is now on a glucose drip.

Lin Mo comforted: "He is lucky. Opportunities are hard to find, but he met him."

Mother Wei and the others showed doubts.

Zhong Ning said: "So, it's not a bad thing for Uncle to be unconscious?"

Lin Mo raised the "Plain Book" in his hand and said: "This is the authentic work of Huang Shigong."

"impossible."

Wei's mother denied: "The "Su Shu" was written a long time ago, and it was in the late Qin Dynasty. First, it was impossible to preserve it so well, with neat margins and white pages. Second, these two books were written by Liang Xiong on the construction site. dug out... the authentic work of Mr. Huangshi should be a funerary object after all."

"I don't know why it appeared in the construction site, but books have book spirits. Since "Plain Book" has produced book spirits, of course it can protect your shelter." Lin Mo flipped the pages of the book clattering.

book spirit? !

Mother Wei and Wei Xiaoxiao looked at each other.

Is there really such a thing? !But it's also too unbelievable...

How many years must have passed from the end of Qin to the present.

Zhong Ning said again: "What is the opportunity that the master is talking about?"

Lin Mo: "Shu Ling is rich in learning, and likes to teach people to study wholeheartedly. Your father's current situation is that he forgets to sleep and eat while studying. Let's take notes all over the room."

"........."

Wei Xiaoxiao looked terrified, his father is so pitiful!

Mother Wei sighed faintly: "Why not me..."

Lin Mo couldn't help but said: "You are pregnant, Shu Ling is not a little villain, so naturally it is impossible to drag you to study."

He walked towards the bed, "However, it's just naughty, how can people be addicted to it all the time, and can't extricate themselves."

"That's right, my dad will collapse!" Wei Xiaoxiao shouted.

Lin Mo put one hand on Wei Liangxiong's forehead, and said calmly, "Do you want me to drag you out, or show up obediently by yourself."

A golden streamline flashed quickly in his eyes, threatening.

Not long after, Wei Xiaoxiao saw his father's hand holding the carving knife slowly loosen, his brows stretched, and after Lin Mo raised his hand, a paper man about two inches in size appeared in his palm.

The little paper figurine was sitting on its knees, with distinct facial features and complete hands and feet. When it found Wei Xiaoxiao staring at it, it pulled its eyelids with its hands and stuck out its tongue at him.

Slightly slightly.

The author has something to say: The man surnamed Li...well, remember haha

[ps: I sorted out the characters of the Republic of China. It's been too long, and I almost forgot. Today's day is 3, and tomorrow's day is 6. 】