Pure handmade flying stiff

In 2018, Mountain City.

Autumn came very early this year. As soon as October arrived, the wind was blowing so hard that people's skulls hurt.Pedestrians on the road are already wearing cotton-padded clothes. In a week or two, it will not be uncommon to wear down jackets.

It is now 06:30 in the afternoon and it is getting dark.Uncle Zhang, the gatekeeper of Ludao Courtyard, is watching CCTV [-] on the small TV in the guard room.Uncle Zhang was so excited that he even sang, "Swan geese ~ to the south ~ fly over the reeds~"

As a professional doorman, Uncle Zhang is undoubtedly dedicated.A person walked by, with his many years of professionalism, even though his singing voice was still floating, his body stood up quickly.Uncle Zhang stopped the people who had just stepped into the gate of the community, "Hey, who are you? Who are you looking for? Come and catch him?" Ludao Courtyard is an old community, and the guards are not strict. Grandpa will open the door.He has worked as a guard in this community for more than ten years, and he doesn't know anyone up and down, but he has never seen this young man in front of him.

The young man walked to the door of the guard room, and Uncle Zhang saw that it was not a young man, but a young man who was doing nothing.

The young man was wearing a dark yellow short robe. The short robe hung loosely on his body without a single button. It seemed that there were some patterns embroidered on it, which could not be seen without looking carefully.In the ten-degree weather, he was actually wearing shorts and a pair of flip-flops on his feet.His face is fair and clean, with thick bottle-bottomed eyes, he looks quite honest.But he dyed his hair black or gray.

Uncle Zhang is becoming more and more incomprehensible to the young man now.

Xiaonian said, "I'm in the renovation business." He took out his phone, glanced at the address on WeChat, and continued, "He Chun, the second unit of Building [-], wants to redecorate the house, so let me have a look."

Perhaps his attire was unreliable, so Uncle Zhang continued to interrogate, "How do you prove that you are engaged in decoration?"

The young man took out a business card, which read: Li's home decoration, Li Cundao.Then he took out another ink fountain, which was super ordinary.In the eyes of ordinary people, ink fountains are only used for decoration.

Uncle Zhang took the business card and looked at it for a long time.He knew that something happened to He Chun's house, and he probably needed to redecorate it to get rid of bad luck.

Li Cundao didn't want to waste any more time, "I'll call He Chun."

Uncle Zhang said, "No need, let's go in." If you can call He Chun, is it still fake?

Just as Li Cundao was about to leave, Uncle Zhang said again, "Young people, you must know how to invest. Now who is doing decoration, who still uses an ink fountain, which is inefficient and wastes manpower, and everyone uses an infrared ultra-flat machine."

Li Cundao nodded with a smile, turned around and walked into the community.He is not engaged in decoration, so naturally he does not have access to a super flat machine.He came today to catch ghosts.

The day before yesterday, Li Cundao received an order to catch ghosts through his old housekeeper, and the client was He Chun from Ludao Garden.

He stood at the bottom of the seventeenth building, looked up, it was really dark.However, the harder the ghost to catch, the more interested he was.With a smile on his face, he went upstairs.

He Chun waited for Li Cundao all afternoon, and finally hoped for a savior.He really didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment.He hastened to Li Cundao's side, grabbed the Daoist's wide sleeve, "Daoist, you are finally here!"

Li Cundao entered the door, looked around, and asked He Chun, "When did the ghost start? Do you know its identity?"

"Yes...it was a month ago. That ghost turned out to be my tenant, named Liang Liang. He was in his late thirties and hadn't accomplished anything. He knew how to delay the rent every month. I came to pay the rent as usual last month, and I found him Died in my house," He Chun said, getting angry, "Master Daoist, judge him, he is going to die outside, what's the matter if he died in my house? There have been several waves in this month. People came to see the house, and he came out to make trouble, so scared that people dare not rent my house. Now, everyone in the neighborhood knows that I have died in this house, so who dares to rent it back!"

Li Cundao didn't answer.He took out a stack of charms from the sackcloth bag, from the living room to the kitchen, to the bedroom, and even the toilet. As long as there were walls, they pasted spells.He didn't even miss the ceiling.

He Chun followed behind and asked, "Is this the Taoist priest?"

Li Cundao didn't want to answer at first, but he took money from others."Press it out," he said.

As soon as the words fell, Liang Liang acted.It was originally hiding in the wall, but Li Cundao pasted up all the walls with talismans, leaving no gaps for it.The Taoist talisman burned it so fast that it couldn't hold it anymore, so it had to run out.

Liang Liang extended his hand and came towards Li Cundao, "Taoist priest! I want you to mind your own business!"

Li Cundao shook his sleeve robe and threw him on the ground, "I didn't want to care about it, but I took the money."

Ghosts are no match for Taoists, and as a new ghost, Liang Liang knows this.However, being a ghost requires the dignity of a ghost. Once you have made up your mind, you will never compromise.He said, "This is my home! I will not go with you!"

Li Cun said, "I didn't come to take you away."

When He Chun heard this, he panicked, "Master!" If Li Cundao doesn't take the ghost away, what will happen to his huge family business!

Liang Liang pointed at him and scolded, "Fuck, what are you doing here!"

"I'm here to collect you."

Li Cundao offered a talisman, "Take it!" The ghost was wrapped in the talisman.He stretched out his hand, and the Dao Talisman automatically returned to his hand.Gently squeeze it, and there is a crisp sound. The ghost in the Fuli, like a glass bead, shatters.

Li Cundao put the talisman into the sack, and then said to He Chun, "The rest of the money, Alipay or WeChat."

He Chun himself was still in a state of shock. Seeing this magical operation, the ghost must have been taken away too quickly. He became more respectful to Li Cundao, and he nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay!"

Li Cundao left.He Chun was still saying, "Go slowly, Taoist priest!"

On the way home, Li Cundao's cell phone rang, and it was his old housekeeper.

The old butler had never lost her composure before, she couldn't speak smoothly, and she shouted on the phone, "Cun Dao! He's awake!"

"Who." Li Cundao actually doesn't care about who he loves, whether he loves him or not.

"It's the flying zombie that woke up!"