[Urban Spirituality] Heaven's Way

"Is Director Zeng resting on this floor recently?" Zuo Mu asked calmly.

Zeng Xiaofan nodded after listening, and then said with some emotion: "Sure enough, I am old and my body is not good. When I was in my hometown, I fell asleep when my head was covered with pillows. Now it is not the case. I can't fall asleep repeatedly when I lie on the bed. I just fall asleep. Had nightmare after nightmare."

Seemingly thinking of the contents of those nightmares, Zeng Xiaofan looked terrified.

Zuo Mu nodded, Xiao Shi smiled, turned his head while copying his pockets and said, "Maybe you have an affair with the capital, you might as well go back to your hometown."

Zeng Dao was so angry, he naturally couldn't tell that Xiao Shi was really doing it for his own good, he just wanted to whip Xiao Shi up, "You brat, with your poisonous tongue, you don't respect the old at all! "

Xiao Shi laughed, "You also admit that you are old, so hurry back to your hometown!"

Director Zeng tilted his head and stared, "I won't go back to my hometown. If you tell me to go back, I won't go back!"

Xiao Shi choked, secretly thinking that you, a brat, don't know what's good and what's wrong. This seat kindly reminds you, but you still say that.

Zuo Mu interrupted the two of them, the dumpling in his arms was still sleeping, but now he wanted to open his eyes, "Don't make noise, don't make noise, if there is a bed, I'll put the child down first."

Director Zeng was taken aback, forgot about the children, and led the way in a hurry. Director Zeng took Zuo Mu and the others to the bedroom. It was a very big bedroom with a very big bed, even bigger than the bed in Zuo's house. It was no problem for four adults to sleep side by side. Zuo Mu stepped forward and put down the dumplings, Xiao Shi also put down the oranges, and the two little ghosts rolled on the bed, then hugged and continued to sleep.

Zeng Xiaofan couldn't help being teased.

Zuo Mu put down the child and looked up, "Director Zeng, I want to visit your collection room, okay?"

Director Zeng patted his head, and said in surprise: "Oh, that's my purpose. If you don't tell me, I'll forget it. Xiao Zuo, come with me, and you, brat."

Zuo Mu was taken aback by Director Zeng's "stinky boy". He hadn't heard someone call Xiao Shi this name for hundreds of years. That's what the pocket does.

Director Zeng and Mrs. Zeng did not live in the same house. Director Zeng felt sorry for the woman because he was busy with publicity these days. Sometimes Director Zeng came home late, and Mrs. Zeng was too old to bear it I went to bed first, Mrs. Zeng lived in a small room, and Director Zeng lived in another slightly larger room. The room where Director Zeng lived was not very well lit, but Director Zeng was very satisfied with one thing, that is, the His baby collection is next to it.

Director Zeng's collection room is connected to Director Zeng's room, and there is a secret door. From Director Zeng's room is the only way to the collection room.

Director Zeng was very proud, he regarded Zuo Mu as a year-end friend, and the bloomers on his legs were layered up because of Director Zeng's swaying posture, which made Zuo Mu twitch.

"Before I entered this industry, I worked as a small worker in a jade shop in Panjiayuan. There is no shop in Panjiayuan that I haven't been to. A considerable part of the ink in my stomach is learned from others when Panjiayuan. I am also interested in it myself, I have been collecting for more than 30 years, haha, the history of collecting is longer than the history of my entering the circle, these are my treasures..."

Director Zeng chattered, took out a key from his pocket, and opened the door of the collection room, "Go in, I think you also collect, and you seem to know how to do it, take a look at my collection."

Director Zeng used a childish way of showing off, his eyes were bright, his eyebrows were raised with snacks, and he said in his heart, the bowls we eat in our family are all Yue kiln from the Northern Song Dynasty, why do you care about yours?

Zuo Mu was very curious, but his curiosity was not in the antique collection, but in this collection room, because the compass on his wrist was pointing to the room, obviously there were some strange things in this room.

In fact, it’s not because Director Zeng has done something to attract some unclean things. The house is too big to live in all year round, and the auspicious house will gradually become a haunted house. In ancient times, new houses were built to set off firecrackers and entertain guests. One very reason is to use popularity to dispel the filth that grows secretly.

However, if there are too many sounds in a room, it is not good. This is called sound evil. People who live in such a house are easily upset and do wrong things.

Too quiet and too noisy are not good, each has its own way to crack, hanging a mahogany sword at home, or gourd, five emperors money are all good choices.

Director Zeng likes to collect antiques, but he is not very good at Fengshui. Director Zeng is from the north, and northerners are far inferior to southerners in the study of Fengshui. Director Zeng is not completely ignorant. A lot of money bamboo and peach wood products.

Zuo Mu pointed to the mahogany sword hanging above the collection room, and said with interest: "Did you hang the mahogany sword in the storage room?"

Director Zeng didn't expect Zuo Mu to ask this first, and he replied: "Actually, I don't understand either. I've heard people say that these antiques usually carry the evil spirit of the original owner. It's okay if the original owner is reincarnated." , if the original owner stays in the world, these antiques will carry the aura of the original owner, ah, I was panicked when I heard that, so I imitated others and made a mahogany sword here to ward off evil spirits."

Zuo Mu understood, he touched the mahogany sword, his fingertips were covered with a layer of dust, he couldn't help shaking his head and said: "You mahogany is out of order."

"Hey, what do you say?" Zeng Xiaofan couldn't help looking up, and Zeng Xiaofan didn't feel that Zuo Mu was talking nonsense. This young man who was very mature in his speech and behavior seemed to know a lot. Last time he and An old friend who studies ancient literature speaks, and inadvertently brings a young man's point of view in his words, and the old friend praises him loudly. Naturally, he is not so thick-skinned, and he attributes these views to himself, and talks about Zuo Mu, and the old friend is very moved Interested, wanting to meet Zuo Mu wholeheartedly, but unfortunately the old friend is in his hometown, Zuo Mu seems to be very busy, the possibility of the two meeting is not too high.

Xiaoshi took the words, he held the mahogany sword, and shook his head, "Sure enough, I only have a half-knowledge. Although this mahogany product can exorcise evil spirits, it has a time limit. It will fail after a long time. Zuo Mu's mahogany sword has been well maintained, but it has never exceeded two years. .”

When Director Zeng heard it, he was very interested, and while leading Zuo Mu around the collection room, he asked, "Amazing, do you still understand this?"

Xiao Shi shook his head, "I only know a little bit, Zuo Mu is proficient in this." He was born a god, so there is no need to learn spells.

Director Zeng wanted to ask Zuo Mu to tell him about Feng Shui, but he saw Zuo Mu's eyes linger on a delicate snuff bottle on a wooden shelf.

Cloisonne snuff bottles are made of cloisonné, which is also called filigree enamel. People in the Qing Dynasty liked this. They bought a bunch of them at home, and they were bought from folk kilns. They are not worth much on the market. official kiln?"

Director Zeng saw that Zuo Mu took a look and said the source was right, he was very surprised and pleasantly surprised, "You can tell it at a glance, it's amazing, little Zuo, how did you see it!" Director Zeng was very happy, this snuff The pot was bought from abroad when he went abroad. He saw it was a good thing at a glance, but those foreigners didn’t know the goods, so they sold it to him for ten dollars. They sold it cheaply, but Zeng Xiaofan was so angry. A good thing from the ancestors, you foreign devils who don't understand!

Zuo Mu continued to look at the next collection, and just spit out two words, "Intuition!"

Zeng Xiaofan vomited blood, I believe you are to blame, but in the end he didn't ask, he knew that some people with profound family background had their own unique knowledge system for appreciating antiques, this is not rumored.

Zeng Xiaofan obviously thought too much, Zuo Mu really relied on his intuition, he used all these things back then, just like a modern person, seeing a computer with win95 system, do you know its production year?

With just such a hand, Zeng Xiaofan felt that Zuo Mu was a god, but he still wanted to test Zuo Mu, but he didn't expect that Zuo Mu was right word for word about those collections.

Zuo Mu walked forward slowly, and finally his eyes stopped on a painting, which was a picture of an ancient lady, signed by Tang Yin.

Seeing Zuo Mu notice this painting, Zeng Xiaofan said a little shyly: "I bought this painting on a whim at the beginning. This painting is not authentic, but I don't know why, I like it very much at first glance, and I think the characters on it are very vivid... ..."

Zuo Mu walked over slowly, with a focused look. Tang Yin's painting of ladies inherited the style of meticulous painting in the Northern Song Dynasty, with rich colors, delicate depictions, and smooth and rigorous brush lines, which are very different from freehand brushwork. The style of the painting is very similar to Tang Yin's, and it's also the same painting style. The resentful woman sits sideways by the window and looks into the distance. She doesn't even pay attention to the maid next to her calling her. The style is the same as Tang Yin's, but there is no seal, no wonder Zeng Xiaofan bought it, even if it is a high imitation, this painting is very worthwhile.

Zuo Mu looked at it for a long time, and the focused Zuo Mu gave people a very serious and breathless sense of pressure. Zeng Xiaofan didn't know why a junior would put so much pressure on him, but he just felt that Zuo Mu at this time Unfathomable, very far away from him, even high above.

It's ridiculous, Zeng Xiaofan wanted to joke, but couldn't say a word.

After a long time, Zuo Mu said, "This painting is a fake."

Zeng Xiaofan's heart skipped a beat. Even though he was prepared in his heart, he was still uncomfortable hearing Zuo Mu say it with such certainty, because he didn't spend less money when he bought this painting, and he didn't even spend less time talking. He didn't want to buy it, but he still insisted on going his own way, because he just had a glimmer of hope, maybe it was really Tang Yin's authentic work.

"Although it is not an authentic work by Tang Yin, this painting is not drawn casually by ordinary people. If I am not mistaken, from the ink marks, this painting is obviously from the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and it is also an ancient painting. You can go to Find an authority to authenticate it again, it is recommended to find several more, because some people will definitely say that this is Tang Yin's authentic work, this one is very high-level, and it can almost be confused with the real one."

A high imitation of the ancients!

When Zeng Xiaofan heard it, he was overjoyed. For some reason, he didn't doubt Zuo Mu's judgment. He had an inexplicable sense of confidence in Zuo Mu. Hearing what Zuo Mu said, his heart suddenly settled down. It is not an authentic work by Tang Yin, but since it is a high imitation of the Ming Dynasty, it is fine if it is not an authentic work, as long as it is not an imitation by modern people, this painting is also very valuable.

Xiao Shi stared at the painting, thoughtful, but heard Zeng Xiaofan happily say: "Today is really a good day, I will open a bottle of wine to celebrate, Xiao Zuo, don't go to sleep, there is Xiao Shi, What's your name? Zuo Shi?" Zeng Xiaofan expressed his guess.

Xiao Shi raised his head and said very arrogantly: "How can I have such a strange surname Zuo, my lord, no, my surname is Long, and my name is Long Shi."

After talking about the few people walking out of the collection room, Zuo Mu turned his head, took a last look at the picture of the lady, and turned to leave.

After all Zeng Xiaofan is getting old and tired all day long, he can't stand it after drinking a little, and he wants to go back to his room to rest, Zuo Mu and Xiao Shi carry Zeng Xiaofan back to the room, Zeng Xiaofan's face is flushed, Xiao Shi coldly snorts and stares, Zuo Mu gives Zeng Xiaofan He poured a glass of water and asked him to drink it. The two smiled helplessly and left the room.

After a lot of tossing like this, it was three o'clock in the morning, Zeng's villa was completely silent, only Zeng Xiaofan's snoring could be heard.

"Kaka" Zeng Xiaofan's bedroom door rang suddenly, another "Kaka".

"Zhiyo——" the door of the collection room opened suddenly, and a woman wearing an ancient lady's attire slowly walked out of the collection room with a resentful expression.

At this time Zeng Xiaofan was still sleeping soundly, with his limbs spread wide, lying on the bed without any sense of beauty.

The woman walked to Zeng Xiaofan's bedside step by step, tears welled up in her eyes, she stretched out her hand to Zeng Xiaofan's face, stroking his cheek repeatedly.

"Since he's dead, why stay in the world longer, he's not the one you're waiting for."

A cold voice sounded in the bedroom. The woman was frightened, shivered, and turned around stiffly. Zuo Mu and Xiao Shi stood side by side at the door of the bedroom. Surprisingly, the door of the bedroom was closed tightly.

"It's you..." The woman was surprised, "You are not human!?"

There was nothing wrong with these words, but both of them felt a sense of powerlessness. Obviously what the woman said was good, but they felt that the other party was cursing.

"Why did you hide in the painting, and why did you kill someone?!" Xiao Shi's eyes were cold.

"I didn't!" the woman retorted. She felt insulted. "I didn't kill anyone. I never thought of killing anyone!"

Zuo Mu stopped the mocking words that Xiaoshi was about to say, and he looked at the woman calmly. The woman was dressed in Hanfu, obviously far away from this era, "You didn't intend to kill him, but when you approached him, you sucked him Yang Qi, if you keep pestering him, within three years, he will die."

Tears slowly flowed from the woman's eyes, and Xiao Shi couldn't bear this kind of woman who was always crying. The woman choked up and said: "I have been trapped in this painting for 300 years. I don't remember who I am waiting for. I only know that I am waiting for you." No one came, until I met him later, I thought he was the one I was waiting for, I wanted to be with him, I didn't want to harm him..."

Zuo Mu looked at the woman's expression like a fake, he sighed slightly, "The person you are waiting for has already been in reincarnation for several years, he is not the one you are waiting for."

What Zuo Mu didn't say was that the reason you waited so long for that person not to appear before you were alive was because he had already married a new lover. Since ancient times, an infatuated woman with a heartless heart, why bother?

When the woman heard something in Zuo Mu's words, she knelt down in front of Zuo Mu, "I beg the Great Immortal to show me where the little girl is waiting."

Xiao Shi laughed, "Even if he marries someone else, you still want to find him?"

The woman's face was as pale as paper, obviously she didn't think of this possibility, she smiled for a long time, "Whether he likes me or not, it has nothing to do with me, I like him, it's my own business, if he abandons me, It's because I don't know people clearly, but I always have to look at him to calm my mind."

"You go to the underworld, maybe you can wait for him, but you have to be prepared..." Zuo Mu was a little emotional and sympathetic, he looked at the woman's face, "I hope you remember what you said, don't be too entangled. "

The woman trembled and looked at Zuo Mu. The meaning of Zuo Mu's words was already very clear, but she didn't believe it, and she didn't dare to believe it. She collapsed on the ground for a moment, not knowing what to think.

Xiao Shi looks down on the woman from a high position. He doesn't like this kind of stupid woman who is desperate for love. Although such a woman is pitiful, she is also hateful. They don't love themselves, so how can they expect others to love her.

The woman looked at Zuo Mu and then at Snacks, finally she turned her head and looked at Zeng Xiaofan on the bed.

Xiao Shi couldn't help asking, "He's not the one you're waiting for, why are you still refusing to leave?"

The woman gritted her teeth and kowtowed to Zuo Mu and Xiao Shi, she turned her head to look at Zeng Xiaofan on the bed, her eyes softened, "He is a good man, I have never been so cherished by others when I was trapped in a painting... I hope he is safe forever."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared, presumably she had gone to the underworld.

Zuo Mu raised his right hand, and between the middle and index fingers, there was a yellow charm, "Red Yangyang, the sun rises in the east. This charm breaks dreams and avoids bad luck. Read it three times, and a hundred ghosts will hide. Hurry like a law." Recited three times, a string of flames suddenly appeared on the talisman paper and burned.

This is a spell to drive away nightmares. Although the woman has left, the room is full of dark energy all year round. Anyone who lives in such a room will naturally have nightmares easily. locked.

At this time, Zuo Mu pinched his fingers to calculate, and his expression became a little strange.

Xiao Shi, who was about to leave, was a little surprised when he saw Zuo Mu stiffen in place, "What are you doing?"

Zuo Mu had a dumbfounding expression on his face, "That woman did not admit the wrong person..."

"What?" Xiao Shi was stunned, he pointed at Zeng Xiaofan blankly, "It's really him?"

Zuo Mu shook his head, and explained to Xiao Shi who was confused, "The woman thinks that Zeng Xiaofan looks familiar, and she has a fate with her, but they do have a fate, but the fate is in the next life."

After listening to Zuo Mu's explanation, Xiaoshi was also happy, "This guy doesn't look very good, and his peach blossoms are not bad. He should not have this kind of virtue in the next life, but his love in the next life is with that woman, what will Mrs. Zeng do?" manage?"

"Everyone has their own destiny, and everything depends on the fate."

Talking like this, the two of them disappeared into the room in a flash of golden light, Zeng Xiaofan was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

On the second day, Zeng Xiaofan woke up early, he remembered what Zuo Mu said, and asked his assistant to buy a new mahogany sword from Panjiayuan, and hung it in the collection room. After changing it, Director Zeng slept in the bedroom overnight Sleep soundly until dawn, never had a nightmare.

——Chang'e, the descendant's wife, steals the elixir and abandons the descendant. After becoming a fairy, she lives alone in Guanghan Palace on the moon and lives a lonely life

End of this volume

Chapter [-]: The Nibble of the Nine-headed Bird