Tianshi Museum

Back home, the TV had been delivered, Shen Gun waved off the delivery staff, rolled up his sleeves, and installed it himself.

It's just that the old-fashioned TV is replaced with an LCD TV, and the era in the room seems to have changed for more than ten years.

Shen Gun, who has always been too lazy to think about these extraneous things, saw Xia Zha's bright eyes, and instantly ignited his determination to keep up with the pace of technology.

After putting away the purchased things, the two of them sat on the sofa outside and watched TV separately.

"Those masters on TV are actually living such a joyous life."

Xia Zha looked at the newly bought LCD TV without squinting. The channel that was broadcasting on it was an interview with a famous qigong master in Yancheng.

Popular, glamorous, and well-to-do, nothing like a Buddhist or Taoist who tends to be a hermit.

"Hype."

Shen Gong said disdainfully.

"The Internet broadens people's horizons, sees more, hears more, and has a better understanding of miraculous things. There are more skeptics, so there are more and more people who have a little bit of skill to gain fame. "

But some people believe it.

It should be noted that since ancient times, capable people in China have more believed in "secrets must not be revealed" and "great hermits are hidden in the world". Most of the truly capable people are not born.

Xia Zha nodded.

"Of course, there are also strong people like me who live in the market, solve people's problems, and make some small money by the way."

People have to live, and celestial masters are also people, and the cost of living is higher than that of ordinary people.

Xia Zha smiled: "The boss is the strongest."

"As expected of an employee of the Tianshi Museum, his vision is as good as mine." Shen Gun said, "Today, I will teach you the first rule of our profession."

"Appreciate further details."

"No matter who you help with fortune-telling, no matter whether the other party is rich or poor, whether he stands for good or evil, even if you face someone you can't bear, you have to get paid from him."

As he spoke, he emphasized: "It doesn't matter how much it is, even if it's just a penny, a piece of bread, and a handful of water."

Xia Zha wondered, "Why?"

"Countering cause and effect." Shen Gun explained, "Before the decline of magic and the loss of contact with the Three Realms, Taoist warlocks rarely got involved in the affairs of the world. Every time something gets mixed up, a little bit of cause and effect will be contaminated on the body, which is not good for practice. Those who help are also disadvantaged.”

It is a good thing to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, whether it is for the celestial master or the client.

After listening to Shen Gun's explanation, Xia Zha thought deeply: "The heavenly masters give help, and they exchange what they own for help. Is this the way of balance between heaven and earth?"

They can interfere, but they can only interfere with ghosts and ghosts. Only by clearly distinguishing between the cause and effect of mortals can they survive in the world better.However, the acts of fortune-telling and spirit removal are already a kind of interference. In order to erase this influence, some boundaries need to be clearly distinguished.

Shen Gong nodded: "That's right."

"Follow me to learn, and I will guarantee you to travel all over China, and you will not be afraid of the sky and the earth."

Hearing this, Xia Zha cupped his fists and jokingly said, "The boss's teachings are unforgettable."

Sitting on the sofa, Shen Gun folded his arms and leaned back, and said uncomfortably: "You don't have to be forgetful, just hang out with me. I'm mainly thinking about Tianbo's future."

Xia Zha and Shen Gun have been together day and night for some time, and they know each other a little bit.

Although Shen Gun was always displeased and struggled with paying a few dollars for the fare, he had an extremely righteous mind, and when he slayed demons, he often had no distracting thoughts.Although it seems that he always has a bad temper, but in fact, he has not forgotten what he should help.

It's like he seemed to dislike Old Zhao, but he helped him to the end while saying contemptuous words.

In Xia Zha's view, they belonged to sincere people who looked difficult to get along with.

Thinking of this, Xia Zha praised: "The boss is really cold-hearted."

"Are you praising me? Bribing..."

...Bribing and flattering me is useless.

Before Shen Gun finished speaking, Xia Zha said sincerely: "Of course, the boss is a good person."

Take him in, guide him, help him, and let him adapt to this world step by step.Even though it was with the idea of ​​recruiting employees at the beginning, the two had debated over the labor contract, but from the moment Shen Gun allowed him to enter the Tianshi Museum, everything changed.

He woke up in the chaos, lost after a thousand years, and finally had a temporary place to take root and was accepted by this alien world.

At this time, Xia Zha didn't know what "issuing a good person card" meant.

Shen Gun is not used to being praised: "It was originally."

The subtext was "You still need to say it", but as soon as the words "it was", his legs couldn't help shaking.

This is very happy.

Xia Zha thought to himself.

The two chatted for a while, and the topic returned to the issue of the Tianshi Museum's income and expenditure.

"Just now you mentioned the issue of Tianbo's rent and utility bills, right?"

"Ah."

Xia Zha looked up the amount of these expenditures: "The housing prices in Jingcheng are really high."

"This place is Shangshui Shangdian."

Xia Zha knew what commerce, water, commerce and electricity were, so he suddenly laughed: "This kind of chat content in the market is not suitable for you."

Shen Gun looked at him: "It's not suitable for you either."

Two people, one is tall and straight, handsome and resolute, aloof and powerful celestial master; the other is elegant and graceful thousand-year-old zombie.

At this moment, they are gathered around the ledger, discussing the topic of too expensive business, water and electricity.

"Moreover, the location of the Tianshi Museum is not static." Shen Gun said.

"Why?" Xia Zha wondered, "If you want to move, where will you move?"

"I don't know." Shen Gun shook his head, "'You will know when you should know'——my master said."

Xia Zha: "Master?"

Shen Gun: "Yes."

"It was a Taoist priest who saved me, raised me, and taught me magic. I lived to be 150 years old, and finally couldn't stand it four years ago, and passed away."

"Feel sorry."

Xia Zha apologized deeply.

"It's okay, just follow orders. People are inherently mortal, or die of old age, or die suddenly. This is a natural cycle, and no one can escape. Cultivating Taoism has made him healthy and prolongs his life, but 150 years have passed, and it is enough time. Those who try to reverse the laws are mostly going astray and will suffer backlash."

"People are mortal, either of old age, or of sudden death..." Xia Zha was amused by these words, "What you said has profound insights."

When Shen Gun heard this, he immediately sat up straight: "Of course."

Reserved and indifferent.

But Xia Zha felt that it was written all over his face—as expected of me.

Shen Gun said again: "After the master passed away, I officially took over the Tianshi Museum. Before that, he was in charge of sitting in charge, and I was in charge of the commissioner's affairs."

Xia Zha nodded: "The blog must have been open for many years that day."

"He said it was after I was adopted by him."

"Being both a teacher and a father."

Although Shen Gun said that life and death are fate, after all, he exists like a master like a father. Xia Zha didn't want him to keep recalling the past, so he brought the topic back.

"The entrustment is not ready-made, how do we make money?" Xia Zha asked the crux of the conversation tonight.

Shen Gun: "Develop business and vigorously promote it."

Without understanding modern business methods, Xia Zha could only applaud.

Shen Gun shook his head: "It's just that the big ones are hard to find."

Xia Zha: "How do you count as a big family?"

"The kind that can make me earn more than six figures at a time, with full board and lodging."

Xia Zha: "Hit?"

"Of course," Shen Gun joked, "I've always been a person who doesn't talk about relationships, but only about money."

Xia Zha looked at the bill: "Not necessarily, there are also friends like Lao Zhao, just ask him to buy a meal and reimburse the taxi fare."

"That's because he's poor."

Otherwise, he will not be let go.

Xia Zha smiled: "Old Zhao should be sad when he heard that."

"The money he earned is negligible."

As Shen Gun said, what he said was full of dislike for Lao Zhao.

"Yes." Xia Zha jokingly followed his words, "The boss's ability to earn money, no matter how you use it, can be measured in thousands, and it is underestimated to use 'ten thousand'."

Shen Gun raised his tone and snorted softly, and took a sip of his tea.

It was a pleasure.

Ever since he found out about Shen Gun's character, Xia Zhashun Mao praised him for his growing abilities, and he was at his fingertips.