"Eleven, are you feeling springy?
Those college students from the city are not suitable for you. In fact, my Erya is quite good, just a little fat, but she is already working hard to lose weight~
Eleven, eleven! "
The aunt who was selling various souvenirs at the street corner could only look helplessly at the girl beside her when she saw Zhang Shiyi running away.
Mom has tried her best~
Erya also looked at Zhang Shiyi's back and stamped her feet vigorously.
Zhang Eleven felt the ground suddenly shake and quickly quickened his pace.
Is this a bit fatter?
Erya weighs more than two hundred kilograms, I really can't bear it! !
Although he made two hundred yuan in this short time, Zhang Shiyi was not happy at all. He carefully recalled the appearance of the girl named Xiaowen just now.
Unfortunately, he couldn't open the Sky Eye out of thin air, and he didn't have time to get grapefruit leaves. He wasn't sure whether she was haunted by ghosts.
However, this girl's appearance is indeed that of a person with a short life and bad luck. If the divination is correct, wouldn't it be a harm to others with her nonsense?
The more Zhang Shiyi thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he chased after him again. As a result, he had already left the market and disappeared.
"That's it, that's all. This is life. I hope Master's spell will work!"
I don’t know if Zhang Shiyi’s luck changed after he came back from Guangxi, or if he was on vacation and there were so many tourists.
On this day, his business was endless.
Especially after performing some Shadowless Hands in front of a tour group, he made a lot of money.
Of course, the shadowless hand is not stealing money, but using the shadowless hand to perform the arrangement of bamboo sticks according to the Bagua directions.
I saw those bamboo sticks flying up and down in his hand, as fast as lightning, even the afterimages were pulled out.
This was because he deliberately slowed down his movements several times, otherwise these tourists wouldn't even be able to see it.
Even so, tourists exclaimed "God of Gamblers!"
In the end, everyone gave away their bags one after another, five yuan, ten yuan, and a full bag of furoshiki, but there was not even a fortune teller.
They all regarded him as a busker and acrobat.
"Hey~ I'm actually a fortune teller~~~~~~"
Forget it~ I’m making money anyway!
After counting, I actually earned more than 1,000 yuan today. Isn’t this a way to become well-off, haha!
The joy of counting money made him forget his previous worries.
"Bah~ five yuan, ten yuan, fifteen, thirty...
I closed the stall and went home~ By the way, I almost forgot to buy incense for my master and brothers! "
After walking out of the market, I found a familiar paper-making shop, bought ten bundles of good quality incense sticks, wrapped them in furoshiki, and arrived at the No. 14 bus stop.
It takes two more trains to reach the foot of Longhu Mountain.
Although he was rich now, he was still used to living in poverty. He couldn't bear to take a taxi back.
When he got home from the airport, if he hadn't been carrying millions of dollars, he would have refused to sit down even if he was there. You know, it cost him more than 100 yuan that time.
Isn’t it delicious to buy meat for one hundred yuan? !
Take Route 14, then Route 4, and then Route 47 to reach the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.
This is a place where birds don't poop, and there are basically no people on the bus.
Why would anyone go to that bare back hill for nothing?
Because I wasted time buying incense and candles for Master today, by the time Zhang Shiyi got on the No. 47 bus, it was already the last bus.
"Hey~ What day is it today? Why are there so many people on the bus?"
Zhang Shiyi, who was holding the incense candle and the guy eating, suddenly realized that at some point, the No. 47 bus was full of people.
Moreover, these people were all standing in the aisle and refused to sit down.
Zhang Shiyi was the only one sitting in the huge carriage.
"Old man, why don't you sit down? Standing is so tiring."
Zhang Shiyi looked at the skinny old man next to him, which reminded him of Wuming Grandpa, no, Wuming Senior Brother.
Touched by the scene, he stood up and was about to help the old man sit down.
As soon as he got up, the old man raised his nose and smelled fiercely, and kept moving his head closer to Zhang Shiyi's broken furoshiki.
"Uncle, are you hungry?"
There were actually two kilograms of cut cakes inside Zhang Shiyi's furoshiki. This was something that others might not consider a good thing, but this was the first time he was willing to spend money to buy it.
Being filial, he brought it back specially to share it with his master and brothers.
Seeing that the old man was pitiful, his kindness overflowed. He opened the baggage and prepared to give part of it to the old man. After all, when he was wandering outside, he often received help from kind-hearted people.
As soon as the furoshiki was opened, everyone in the carriage turned to him, their eyes filled with greed.
"No, it's just a piece of cake. Besides, it's not enough to share with so many people!"
When Zhang Shiyi was hesitating, the old man beside him suddenly stretched out his skinny palm and grabbed a handful of incense. He put it into his mouth and chewed greedily like a starving ghost.
At this moment, everyone in the carriage rushed over and threw the old man to the ground in an instant, frantically grabbing the incense from his mouth.
"Idiot!"
Zhang Shiyi finally understood. No wonder the carriage that usually had no people was full of people. There was no living person at all, they were all fucking ghosts!
Only ghosts can be popular!
Soon a handful of incense offerings were snatched away, and everyone turned their attention to Zhang Shiyi again.
"Hey~ That's about it. I use these incense to worship my master. If you want to eat it, go find your family!"
Who is he? He is Zhang Shiyi. He sleeps in the cemetery when he has nothing to do. Is the guy reading on the grave afraid of ghosts? joke!
Looking at the evil ghosts with their teeth and claws bared and their faces looking ferocious, he didn't panic at all.
After all, I have been called the Little Heavenly Master, and I can still be robbed by you lonely ghosts!
"If you don't leave, I'll be rude~"
Zhang Shiyi reached out and rummaged around inside the furoshiki. He originally wanted to find a few yellow charms, but instead he pulled out a yellow-orange object that looked like a gold bar.
It is one of the three paperweights left by the master.
"If you dare to come here, I will beat you to death!"
Seeing that the other party didn't give him any face, and dared to reach out to snatch the incense in the bag, Zhang Shiyi didn't care whether it was useful or not, and just turned over like a brick.
As a result, there was only a scream, and the most daring gangster was thrown away by the paperweight in Zhang Shiyi's hand, just like playing baseball.
The soul body passed through the carriage directly, and no one knew where it fell.
"Damn it, there is such a good thing, why didn't I use it earlier?!"
Even Zhang Shiyi himself was shocked. He had no idea that the thing the master left to press the corner could have such a wonderful use.
In an instant, my confidence increased greatly, and I grinned from the corner of my mouth to the base of my ears.
"You dare to come here, I'll beat you to death!"
The brass paperweight exuded golden light, and the character "Kun" in seal script appeared on it.
Qian and Kun, Yin and Yang, control the heaven and earth!
