Raising ghosts is risky

Xing Zhan and Song Youxuan discussed it. When Wang Chunxu couldn't stand it anymore, Xing Zhan asked Song Youxuan to come forward, pretending to exorcise ghosts, and said that the mask was the root of evil, and then took it away logically.

A few days later, Cangbo inquired about the latest news that the hospital had compensated Wang Chunxu 30 yuan. On the day of the negotiation, the hospital alone could not suppress the anger. Seeing Wang Chunxu's haggard face, he ridiculed him that if he walked too much at night, he would eventually encounter ghosts. .Unexpectedly, this sentence hit Wang Chunxu's sore spot, he was furious immediately, and almost got into a fight.

Xing Zhan believes that Cang Bo is more suitable to be a private detective than a celestial master.

"So, when shall we do it?" Cang Bo couldn't restrain his excitement, he couldn't wait to see how Master Song would do it.

"Why are you in a hurry? You're so frizzy and not a bit of a master." Xing Zhan said with disgust, "Let me tell you, no matter what you do, you must grasp the rhythm and take the initiative in your own hands. That’s not far from success.”

"Brother Zhan, you are so right!" Cang Bo admired, "So when shall we do it?"

Xing Zhan felt that it was all in vain.

Just as they were talking nonsense, Wang Chunxu came to the door himself.

Xing Zhan wanted to hang him out for a few more days, but Wang Chunxu couldn't bear it anymore.

But in just a week, he was already haggard. His deeply sunken eye sockets and bloodshot eyeballs proved that he hadn't slept for several days. At the door of the house, people almost thought it was a beggar.

"Mr. Wang! What's wrong with you, Mr. Wang!" Xing Zhan pretended to greet him.

When Wang Chunxu saw Xing Zhan, his body shook, and he fell to his knees with a plop: "Boss Xing, you have to save me!"

"Oh, what are you doing? I can't bear it! Get up!" Xing Zhan laughed in his heart, pretending to be terrified, "Oh, why did you make yourself look like this?"

Xing Zhan helped Wang Chunxu up, but Wang Chunxu was weak and his legs were weak, and he almost fell when he stood up.

"Come in and have a seat!" Xing Zhan led the man into the tea house, and greeted the younger sister, "Have a pot of tea!"

Wang Chunxu was already a frightened bird. Although it was broad daylight, after he sat down, he still looked around in fear, looking behind him from time to time, and seeing Xing Zhan smiling, as if seeing a relative, he almost cried.

Xing Zhan poured tea for him kindly: "Mr. Wang, you must pay attention to rest. It is important to take care of your health, and you can never make money."

"Brother Xing, you don't know how my old brother and I have lived these days. It's almost like death!" Wang Chunxu put it on, even though his spirit was on the verge of collapse, his smooth instinct was still driving him.

"Drink some hot tea and speak slowly."

"I... I met a ghost." When Wang Chunxu said this, his eyes were loose and he was trembling, as if there were ghosts chasing him.

Xing Zhan's eyes widened: "Is there really a ghost?"

"Yes! Yes..." Wang Chunxu choked with sobs, grabbed Xing Zhan's arm, "Help me find Master Song, please! The old brother's life is in your hands!"

"Look at what you said, which one of us is with the other, I will definitely help you if you have something to do!" Xing Zhan said swearingly, but his buttocks did not move.

"No matter where I go...wherever they follow...the blood just flows like this..."

"There's more than one ghost." Xing Zhan picked up his tea and took a sip. He saw He Wenbin standing upright beside Wang Chunxu, gnashing his teeth and clenching his fists. His face was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. If you have the ability, I am afraid that you will pounce on people and tear them to pieces.

But he can only be angry after all, people are dead, lights are off, life is so cruel, if he hadn't met Xing Zhan, He Wenbin could only continue to wander in the world, become a ghost without any purpose, and be wiped out in the end.

Xing Zhan felt sorry for him when he died at a young age, which is why Xing Zhan agreed to keep him.

Seeing that Xing Zhan didn't speak, Wang Chunxu thought that he didn't want to help, so he cried and knelt in front of Xing Zhan: "You can't leave me alone, brother Xing!"

Xing Zhan suddenly thought of the doctors and nurses who were forced to kneel on the ground in the hospital that day, and felt sick.There is a thousand taels of gold under a person's knees, and only a ruffian will trample his dignity under his feet.

"Don't kneel to me, it's useless if you kneel to me." Xing Zhan pretended to be polite, and hurriedly greeted Cang Bo, "Xiao Cang, hurry up and invite Master Song again, please save my face, you have to come today no matter what. one trip."

Cang Bo left at the sound, Wang Chunxu propped himself up on the corner of the table, and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Sit down and drink some tea." Xing Zhan helped him to sit down, then frowned, made a look of extreme pain, sighed and shook his head, "Actually, your matter is still a bit difficult."

"Is there any difficulty?"

Xing Zhan leaned forward, lowered his voice, and deliberately created a sense of mystery: "Master Song has devoted himself to cultivating these years, so he won't do it easily. You also know that exorcising ghosts is a waste of Taoism. Master, he..."

Talk about half, click to stop.

Wang Chunxu was not stupid, his eyes rolled straight after hearing this, and he asked tentatively: "Then how can we invite Master Song?"

"I don't dare to talk nonsense, the master is an expert, and I am just a layman." Xing Zhan pushed it all out.

Wang Chunxu held Xing Zhan's hand: "You have to show the old brother a clear way!"

"Let's put it this way, I asked Master Song to show me the feng shui of my teahouse, and I made a red envelope of this number." Xing Zhan moved forward again, and compared a six, "Your matter is much more troublesome than mine. , maybe we have to open an altar, think for yourself."

The range of six-digit numbers can be wide, big or small, but it is always very difficult for a greedy person to dig out a little, just like cutting meat, and it is happy to be able to get a little less.

Wang Chunxu had a bitter face: "Then since you know Master so well, can you give me a discount or something?"

Xing Zhan immediately lowered his face: "You are buying vegetables at the market, and you still have to bargain? Master Song is against the heavens, compromising the practice and helping others, which is a good deed. As a human being, you really care about this vulgar thing! It's just a little bit of compensation for the master! Anyway, I’ve left my words here, you can decide what to do, don’t drag me into the water, I still have to rely on the master to help me set up this tea house.”

Wang Chunxu was reluctant to spend money, was afraid of offending others, and was even more afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

Xing Zhan went to work on the tea house, and Wang Chunxu was left alone in the corner, scratching his head and looking around nervously from time to time.

It was not until the evening that Cang Bo came back out of breath.

A person.

"Where is Master Song?" Xing Zhan asked.

Cang Bo breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Song is retreating, I have been guarding the door all afternoon but I haven't seen anyone, I'm afraid you will come back first if you are in a hurry."

"Oh, this is troublesome, Master Song doesn't even see anyone." Xing Zhan sighed.

Wang Chunxu's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he was about to faint.

"But Master Song asked me to bring something." Cang Bo gasped and said.

"What!" Wang Chunxu grabbed Cang Bo's arm excitedly.

"It hurts! Let go!" Cang Bo shook off his hand, and took out a talisman seal from his backpack, on the pale yellow talisman paper, strange patterns were drawn with cinnabar.

Wang Chunxu's eyes widened suddenly, and he stretched out his hand fiercely to grab it: "Give it to me!"

"Wait!" Cang Bo hid the talisman behind his back, "Let me finish my sentence first!"

"Mr. Wang, what are you doing? Xiaocang must have brought the master's words. If you continue to act like this, I will not be able to help you." Xing Zhan said coldly.

Xing Zhan's voice was not loud, but it was loud, like an awl piercing into people's hearts word by word.As if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his face, Wang Chunxu became more awake, but his eyes were still staring at Cang Bo's hand like a wolf, and his Adam's apple rolled back and forth.

Cang Bo, who was indifferent to worldly affairs, was taken aback by him, and he mustered up his courage to do tricks: "Master Song said, I won't come today, and you must be sincere if you want to get out of the predicament. This talisman can keep you safe temporarily. Burn the seal and soak it in water, and pour it under the door and window of the room, so that wild ghosts will not be able to enter. As for how long it can last, it depends on how sincere you are."

Wang Chunxu didn't understand, or rather he didn't understand: "What does the master mean?"

Xing Zhan didn't want to look like he was rushing to ask him for money: "You have to realize the mysteries of the master yourself, I don't know."

The life-saving thing was right in front of him, and every night he was tortured by the pain of being entangled by ghosts, finally Wang Chunxu gritted his teeth: "I see, I will ask my wife to send some money!"