189, Ghost

In the end, Yan Chu was completely defeated by the blind man's shamelessness. Although he did not admit his master-disciple status as the other party wanted, he still took the man with him when he left.

The memory given to him by his original body was not complete, so there was still a lot he didn't understand about this area. Time was running out. At present, it seemed that an old man like the blind man had become the best guide.

Usually, liars like him are looked down upon by others, but if you really want to talk about it, he doesn't do anything harmful to the world. He just earns 20 yuan for tea and says a lot of nice things to make customers happy.

According to the blind man himself, there are so many people suffering from depression now. The twenty yuan he earns is to help customers relieve their psychological pressure. No matter how many difficulties and grievances they have, he makes them believe that the future is bright. This is what he does to bring benefits. Human beings, reduce the incidence of depression and reduce the suicide rate. If the country does not give him a grand prize that touches Chinese people, it will be a pity for him.

It's quite interesting to chat with such a person who talks about things anytime and anywhere, but the premise is that you can only listen to half of what he says, and the other half is just nonsense.

"Look, that short and skinny guy. The things in his stall look miscellaneous and not worth much. In fact, this person is doing that. His things were better picked up by some regular customers, but they were still a little caught. The fish is placed in this stall.”

The thing the blind man said was a back-and-forth fight. Many of their custom streets sell local specialties, but because there are so many tourists, there are also antique stalls here.

"It's just that the things he sells are mixed with fake ones. Whether you can pick out good ones depends on your eyesight. Compared with other stalls where you can't find a single genuine product when you search through it, you can't find anything genuine there. , it's a bit better, and there are many private contacts in their line of work. He doesn't have any, and none of his friends have disappeared. If you really have the antiquities you want to find, it would be more appropriate to find him. "

The blind man really lived up to Yan Chu's expectations. Hearing that he was looking for something old, he immediately pointed him in the direction.

The industry of antiques is really deep. If Yan Chu wants to find an antique, he can actually find some regular antique shops and antique dealers. There is no need to contact these tomb robbers.

It's just that most of those antique dealers are actually in contact with such dealers. Yan Chu can save a lot of money by buying from antique dealers or directly from dealers.

The blind man estimated Yan Chu's financial resources and found a relatively safe way for him.

When they passed by, the vendor nicknamed Mao San had not yet opened his business today. He was eating a tomato and looking at the pedestrians coming and going. His eyes were wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, two little brothers, come and take a look at what I have here."

Seeing Yan Chu and the blind man coming towards him, Mao ate the tomatoes in his hands in three or three mouthfuls, licked his fingers and said to them.

"Mao San, it's me, the blind man."

The blind man took out his glasses and the fake beard that he had torn off and made gestures on his face, and said to the lean hawker. Although the disguise on his face was not complete, he could still see the shadow of the previous blind man.

"Hey - I didn't expect you to be blind, you are not blind."

Just as the blind man knows this street, local snakes like Mao San who hang out in this area also know him.

In fact, everyone who has been running a stall here for a long time knows that the blind fortune teller is not blind, but they don't know that he still looks so young without the disguise on his face.

"This is my master. He wants to find something. Don't fool me."

The blind man smiled flatteringly at Yan Chu. He thought to himself that if he learned that skill, wouldn't he be able to lie down and collect money every day in the future.

"How much does this piece of wood cost?"

Yan Chu did not refute the blind man's words, but directly squatted down and picked up a piece of wood pressed on the upper right corner of the stall. The piece of wood looked dark, with half of the surface glossy and half of the surface carbonized. Through the cross-section, it could be seen that the wood core was slightly dark. reddish.

I don't know why, but the sight of this piece of wood makes people feel frightened. As soon as the blind man's hand touched the piece of wood, a cold air came up from his fingertips. He immediately took his hand back and quickly covered it with his other hand, muttering in his heart. There's something strange about this wood.

"Looks like he knows what he's selling. This is an old gloomy wood. The price is one hundred thousand."

Since Mao San is in this business, he is not the kind of stupid stall owner who doesn't know anything. He knows what is real and fake about the things on this stall.

If it is real, it will naturally have to be sold at a real price. If it is fake, it must be sold at half of the real price. This will not waste his time setting up a stall here.

"During this period, let's open a big tomb. The things are good, but I'm afraid you'll lose your life in spending the money you make."

Yan Chu pursed his lips, put down the piece of gloomy wood, stood up and said.

"What big tomb? I don't know what you are saying. These are treasures passed down from my family."

Mao San's eyes flickered. Not long ago, they did open a big tomb, but it was a pity that it was a step too late. The good things in it had been emptied out long ago by unknown dynasties, leaving some worthless things. .

This piece of wood was removed from the coffin in the tomb. They dug a hole on the spot and buried the bones in the coffin.

In their profession, they are also worried that these bad things will be repaid to the next generation, but who wants the money to come quickly? In order to dig out the big tomb, they have spent a lot of money, and they cannot return without success. At present, It seems that the coffin made of dark wood is the most valuable.

Finally, a few of them dismantled the coffin, and everyone got a piece, which they sold as ordinary wood. However, they didn't know who leaked the news. Some big antique stores and antique dealers who used to receive goods from them knew it. The wood was removed from the coffin and they refused to accept it.

Originally, he was thinking about selling it somewhere farther away. After all, this dark wood was very valuable.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him could also see it. Mao San was not too nervous. He just thought that Yan Chu heard the news from somewhere and deliberately defrauded him, hoping to take away this treasure from him more cheaply.

"Do you know why the ancients used gloomy wood to make coffins?"

Yan Chu just asked the other party a question.

"Because the dark wood will not rot for thousands of years." Mao San replied without any hesitation: "Look at my wood, half of it is carbonized, which shows that the wood is very old. Such a good thing will be gone after this village. This is the store.”

Mao San looked at Yan Chu with a smile. He had seen a lot of weird things in the inverted fighting business. He knew what Yan Chu wanted to ask. Didn't he just want to say that the dark wood was used to raise corpses? But this If there really were such things as zombies in the world, their group should not have walked out of that tomb alive.

He looked at Yan Chu without hesitation. This kid was still a little naive, and he really thought he could scare him like this.

"Ah--"

Yan Chu snorted softly, and when Mao San was unprepared, he pressed hard on his lower back.

"Hiss—what are you doing?"

Mao San felt a pain in his waist, and his knees became sore that he almost knelt in front of Yan Chu.

No one in this area dared to treat Mao San like this. If he didn't want to hear the other party's explanation, Mao San would have planned to call his brothers directly and let these outsiders see what he was capable of.

"master."

The blind man hurried forward. If you don't buy this thing, it won't be finished. Why did you get it? Don't look at Mao San's amiable appearance. There are a lot of troublesome people in this industry. I don't know if it's for his sake. Can this matter be forgotten?

"Since you came back from that mausoleum, you probably haven't had a full night's sleep for several nights in a row, right? You always wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, and it takes a long time to fall asleep again?"

Yan Chu didn't care that Mao San wanted to eat him, looked at his face, and spoke at a normal speed.

"In addition, you can also feel dizziness, tinnitus, hot flashes and night sweats, a red tongue and a lack of fluids. You always feel weak, and you feel tired after walking a few steps. Am I right about this?"

Following Yan Chu's words, Mao San's expression changed again and again. These points were indeed correct. Originally, he wanted to go to the hospital to see if he had something wrong.

"Who are you?"

Mao San knew that there were still some things in the world that could not be explained by common sense, so after Yan Chu pointed out what was wrong with him, he withdrew his original look and his tone became much calmer.

"The one who saved your life."

Yan Chu stretched out his hand and slapped him hard on the back. Mao San suddenly felt that his symptoms were relieved a lot.

Ever since he came out of that tomb, he could often feel a cold air condensing on his body, and no matter how much clothes he put on, he couldn't relieve it.

But with the slap from the other party just now, that feeling disappeared immediately.

No matter how stupid Mao San was, he knew that he was meeting an expert this time.

"This piece of wood was originally on the coffin, and the position is exactly where the head of the female corpse in the coffin rests. That position has the strongest evil spirit. If it weren't for you not being the first person to ruin the feng shui of the tomb, I'm afraid it would have been long ago. He died suddenly. Even now, I have only slightly dispelled the evil spirit in your body. If you want to cure it, you should get rid of this piece of wood as soon as possible. "

A quarter of an hour ago, Mao San would not believe what Yan Chu said, but now his body tells him that what Yan Chu said is true, and the fact that there is a female corpse in the coffin has not yet spread, so Yan Chu cannot Know.

"Fifty thousand, no, no, five thousand. Master, if you want this wood, take it for five thousand."

Mao San really didn't dare to touch that piece of wood anymore, let alone touch it, he didn't even dare to look at it, for fear that some female ghost would haunt him again.

Thinking about Yan Chu's words just now, he even wondered if the ghost of the female corpse had been following him these days.

This explains his recent lack of ability in bed. In the past, his ability in bed was still very good. At least the ladies were very satisfied with his performance. But these days, although the sounds of women calling for bed were just as pleasant, he could sensitively sense that they were all staged.

This situation has greatly hurt Mao San's self-esteem. Now that all this is attributed to the female ghost, he feels much better all of a sudden.

Yes, it must be the female ghost who caused it.

This piece of gloomy wood has been buried in the ground for at least eight hundred years, especially because it is warmed by the yin energy of the dead body. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is extremely yin and evil, but in the eyes of their Taoist practitioners, it is actually the best. The materials for making talismans and refining magic weapons cost five thousand, which was a huge bargain.

The five thousand yuan in Yan Chu's pocket was not yet warm, so he gave it away without hesitation.

"Master, you just said that the evil spirit in me was only temporarily eliminated. Will there be trouble in the future? You have to save me."

Mao San took the five thousand and quickly opened his wallet. He took out all the thick stacks of hundred-yuan bills, leaving none of them for himself. Combined with the five thousand, he sent them back to Yan Chu again. On hand.

The blind man looked on, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

That pile of money must be at least six to seven thousand, is it so easy to get money now?

"I have taken away the Yin Chen wood, and the Yin evil energy in your body will no longer accumulate. After you go back, take the pills in the bottle on time every day, and refrain from sexual intercourse for a month. In the future, if you accumulate virtue and do good deeds, you will be worry-free."

Yan Chu took out a small porcelain vase, not knowing what was in it.

"There is also this line of work, stop it if you can. If I read it correctly, you have been married for many years and still have no children. This line of work damages your moral character. Even if it is not retribution on you, it will be on your descendants. If you stop now, you may still have a son and a half daughter, but if it is later, it will be too late.”

Yan Chu said a few more words, but he didn't know if Mao San would listen.

"Master, I will consider your words."

Mao San is not young anymore. Whether it is his ex-wife or his current wife, he drank a lot of bitter medicine and never got pregnant. Mao San had doubted whether it was retribution for doing such a thing, but who let Qian do this? The stuff is more tempting, so I can only muddle along with it with a sense of luck.

But now Yan Chu's words have wiped out all his luck.

In his gratitude, Yan Chu took the stack of money and left Custom Street with the blind man.

******

"Master, you are really capable."

At this time, Yan Chu and the blind man were sitting at a noodle stall, with a large bowl of beef noodles in front of them. It was still early, and apart from the two of them, there were only three or four people sitting separately at the noodle stall.

The more the blind man thought about it, the more wrong he became. Before, the two families could be said to have been deceived, but this was obviously not the case with Mao San.

The other party has been in this area for so long, he could be someone easy to deceive. It was obvious that what Yan Chu said was on point, which made Mao San so panicked.

But how did Yan Chu see those symptoms on his body? Could it really be calculated? Is there really a person in this world who can calculate a person's fate just by looking at his face?

The blind man was a little suspicious, but at the same time, thinking about his own affairs, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"Dizziness, tinnitus, hot flashes and night sweats, red tongue and lack of fluid, backache and leg pain are all symptoms of kidney deficiency."

Yan Chu ate some noodles. The owners of this noodle stall are an old couple who have been making noodles for half their lives. The noodles are chewy and chewy. The noodle soup is also made from real big bones. Sprinkle with chopped green onion, not to mention how fragrant it is. .

As he ate, he nodded secretly, thinking that he was very lucky to be able to spend eight yuan to eat such a bowl of real noodles on the side of Custom Street.

"It turns out it wasn't calculated."

Although this idea was more in line with the blind man's imagination, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard that it was not calculated.

In fact, it's right to think about it. Mao San just dug out a big tomb. He said he didn't find many good things, but he still gained something. According to his temperament, he held it in the deep mountains and forests for three to five months, and when he came out, it was still there. No relaxation allowed.

I'm afraid that if I relax too much and empty myself inside, wouldn't I be suffering from kidney deficiency?

But Yan Chu was able to guess all this just by inference, which was pretty impressive.

"No, what was that about when you patted Mao San just now?"

The blind man didn't care about eating noodles anymore, he just wanted to understand the doubts in his heart.

He could remember that Mao San completely changed his attitude towards him after that one shot. It must be because of some different results after that one shot that Mao San believed in him like that.

Yan Chu had already finished eating the noodles. He took a sip of the delicious noodle soup, and then began to attack the only three pieces of beef. His expression was very pious, as if he had not heard the blind man's questions.

In fact, what he just said to Mao San was half true and half false.

He was indeed contaminated with Yin evil spirits, but not much. The existence of those Yin evil spirits was only enough to make his kidney deficiency come on faster and more violently.

Even if he didn't intervene, those evil spirits would slowly disappear over time.

Mao San was very lucky. The tomb was definitely a corpse cave. When he got the piece of gloomy wood, he had examined it carefully. Many runes carved on the wood are still clearly visible to this day. If he really followed the instructions The person who designed the tomb thought that in a hundred years, the female corpse inside would have absorbed enough of the essence of the sun and moon, and would at least be on the level of Mao Zong.

However, before the refining of the corpse was complete, a wave of tomb robbers ushered in, accidentally destroying the formation inside and destroying the life in the mouth of the female corpse, causing all these plans to be in vain.

If it weren't for those "predecessors", it would be uncertain whether Mao San and others could come out alive if they entered that tomb, not to mention that like now, the coffin of the female body was chopped into pieces.

"Master, please explain to me in detail."

The blind man is thick-skinned, and he is not afraid of other people's cold faces.

"I still don't know what your name is."

Yan Chuchu changed the subject. As an ordinary person, it would be better for a blind man to know less. At least he could live a simpler life this way.

"My name is Lin Yuan, and where are you, master?"

"puff--"

Yan Chu was drinking beef soup and it all gushed out.

The blind man looked at the bowl of noodles that he had only eaten two or three mouthfuls of, and after a moment of silence, he took out a tissue and handed it to Yan Chu to wipe his mouth and the hand covering his mouth, and also wiped his face.

"Your name is Lin Yuan, I mean, this name is quite feminine."

Yan Chu was a little stimulated, and almost knocked his lungs out. It took a long time before he slowly calmed down.

He wiped the table in front of him with a tissue, and asked the boss for another bowl of noodles to compensate Lin Yuan.

"Really? There is no way, my parents gave it to me."

The blind man's eyes flashed, and then he smiled calmly at Yan Chu.

The calmed Yan Chu also smiled at him, and then watched him finish the bowl of noodles quietly.

At first, he always thought that Lin Yuan was a woman, and a woman who had a lot to do with the original body, because Yan Chu couldn't imagine that the original body and the young man in front of him who was full of jokes had any heart-wrenching emotional entanglements that he subconsciously forgot.

Thinking of this, Yan Chu couldn't help but shudder at Lin Yuan.

However, although the other party said that his name was Lin Yuan, who knows whether it was true or not, but one thing is certain, even if he is not Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan must be a person who has a close relationship with the other party.

The blind man who was originally jumpy became much quieter afterwards, and silently finished the new bowl of noodles.

With this interruption, he did not ask about the matter of Mao San again, but just remembered it in his heart.

*****

"Master, my house is not big, but it is definitely enough for you to live in it, and you can rest assured. I left a letter on your side. When the two families come to find you in three days, they will naturally know about your move."

A few hours passed, blind man, now you have to change your name to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan enthusiastically helped Yan Chu to make the bed, and then introduced him to the situation of his family.

An afternoon was enough for Yan Chu to understand him a little.

His parents died early, and because there were no direct relatives alive, he was sent to the city's welfare home when he was a child.

However, the conditions of that welfare home were not very good. He was sent in when he was seven years old, and he escaped secretly when he was ten years old.

At that time, the welfare house was not very formal, and the director relied on people to get money. Lin Yuan ran away by himself, but his file was still recorded in the welfare house. He still got the money, but he was short of one person's living expenses, so the director of the welfare house didn't ask anyone to look for him.

In order to survive, Lin Yuan went to school during the day and picked up waste to sell in his spare time. His house was still in his hands, so he had a place to live, and the income from waste was enough to support his life. He lived like this until he graduated from junior high school, and then he hung out on the customs street.

Yan Chu looked around the Lin family's house. It was an ordinary two-bedroom house, and only traces of one person's life could be seen.

Yan Chu noticed that one of the two bedrooms was locked. Judging from the appearance of the lock, it was rusty and had not been opened for many years. A thick layer of dust accumulated on it. It seemed that even if Lin Yuan cleaned it, he would subconsciously avoid this room.

Lin Yuan added a single bed to the master bedroom where he lived. He generously gave up the big bed and put his bedding on the single bed.

In novels, people from Xuanmen are always described as very magical. In fact, they are indeed very powerful, but not omnipotent.

The original body's heavenly eye was sealed when he was found by the old Taoist. After Yan Chu came to this body, perhaps because his soul was stronger and more condensed than that of ordinary people, the seal of the heavenly eye was lifted again.

But even so, he could not check a person's past and present lives without scruples.

Born with a heavenly eye, it also needs to be cultivated, just like Yan Chu now, who can see a person's future and past.

The face can show a person's life, and the most accurate is the eight characters. A large part of modern people are born by caesarean section, and this acquired eight characters are not accurate. Coupled with the emergence of makeup and plastic surgery, Yan Chu feels that the decline of Xuanmen is still reasonable.

Just looking at Lin Yuan's face, all her relatives are dead, and there are no living brothers and sisters, unless Lin Yuan has plastic surgery, which affects Yan Chu's judgment.

"You'd better not call me Master. My level is far from being able to accept disciples."

Yan Chu hasn't even absorbed the skills learned by his original body. How can he accept disciples? Isn't that misleading? Fortunately, he bought a lot of talismans produced by the system before. Even if he encounters some difficult evil spirits at this stage, he still has a chance to escape.

As he was thinking, Yan Chu looked at the Maoshan talismans he had now.

[Palm/Heart/Thunder] Maoshan technique, exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, ten times

[Meteor Shower] Maoshan technique, extremely powerful, used against evil spirits, three times

[Transcendence Mantra] Maoshan technique, a certain chance to transcend evil spirits, three times

These things can be used a limited number of times, and he doesn't know if he will encounter tasks related to ghosts in the future. These things can be saved if possible. Even if they are used, it is best to kill them with one blow.

"I know, Master."

Lin Yuan laughed, "Anyway, I have waited for you for 28 years, and it doesn't matter if I wait a few more years. As the saying goes, sincerity can move mountains and open rocks. You will accept me as your apprentice sooner or later. It's the same if I call you Master in advance."

"But Master, do you really know how to tell fortunes? Otherwise, can you tell one for me?"

Yan Chu was thinking about how to find out Lin Yuan's horoscope, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to ask him for help in fortune-telling.

"August 4, 1997, 22:59."

Lin Yuan helped Yan Chu tidy up the clean sheets. There was no trace of nervousness on his face. Veins appeared on the back of his hands as he grasped the sheets.

"Are you sure it's this time?"

Yan Chu went through this day in his mind, then took a deep look at Lin Yuan and asked.

It is now 2024. According to the calculations in some areas, he can indeed be considered 28 years old. This horoscope matches his age.

"Of course, I won't even calculate my birthday wrong."

Lin Yuan's hand movements did not stop, and he was busy running around the room. However, when he was talking, many of his movements deliberately avoided Yan Chu's scrutiny and turned his back to him.

"Where is your birthplace?"

Yan Chu asked further.

"It's our city's traditional Chinese medicine hospital, but it's not at the current address. It's the old hospital before the move, the one on Privet Street. It's now been turned into a community hospital."

Lin Yuan said while avoiding Yan Chu's eyes.

The traditional Chinese medicine hospital used to be small, but now the immigrant population is increasing, and the traditional Chinese medicine hospital has been expanded several times. It finally moved to another place five years ago, and the previous traditional Chinese medicine hospital became a local community hospital.

"If your name is really Lin Yuan, and you are really born at this time and place, then the person standing in front of me should not be a living person, but a ghost."

Yan Chu's heart sank. These years, months, days and hours correspond to the yin years, yin months, yin days, yin hours and yin moments. Combined with the position of birth, they correspond to the yin earth. These are the six yin men and women.

If the person in front of him is really Lin Yuan, he should be dead, unless some chance encounter saves his life. However, based on Lin Yuan's face, Yan Chu did not see the slightest aura of death or misfortune. This is the strangest part.

"impossible."

Lin Yuan's retort was a bit loud.

"I mean, am I still alive and well now? How could I be dead? Master, it seems that your level of deception is higher. In terms of fortune telling, you are not as good as me."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to pretend to be happy.

"I'm telling you, Master, from now on you can tell people's fortunes and say more nice words. Look, if I hadn't been filial, someone else would have been angry. If a living person stands in front of you, you would say that the person is dead. How unlucky that is.”

Lin Yuan chattered: "Oh, I forgot that I only have one pillow core at home. Fortunately, there is a home furnishings store downstairs. Master, please wait while I buy a new pillow."

He patted his head and turned to go out.

"Bring back another thicker quilt."

Yan Chu took out a stack of money and handed it to Lin Yuan. The reason why he agreed to move in with him was to get in close contact with him and inquire about some things he wanted to know.

But at present, it seems that the conditions of the Lin family are average.

Also, just relying on Lin Yuan to tell fortunes for some old men and women in places like Customs Street, and charging only twenty yuan each time, there is probably not much money left every month after excluding stall rent and daily expenses.

He saw that there were only two quilts at home, one thin and one thick. The weather was still a little cold now, so just that thin quilt would definitely make him catch a cold.

"Okay."

Lin Yuan smiled, took the money without refusing, and then went out, not forgetting to close the door.

"Impossible, impossible."

The moment he closed the door, Lin Yuan's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. He rubbed his sore knees and his face that was a little stiff from smiling just now. As if he had left his soul, he walked downstairs. go.

Yan Chu didn't see this scene. He put down his few luggage and walked around the room. The living room, kitchen, and bathroom were all clean.

Clean here does not refer to hygiene, but the absence of those "dirty things".

After looking through all the rooms, Yan Chu stood outside the locked room, looking at the iron lock which was almost like a decoration to him, stared at it for a long time, then turned and left.

He didn't notice that when he turned around, a faint shadow was peeled off from him, and then disappeared into the closed door.