In the early morning, Yan Luo was awakened by a knock on the door.
When he opened the door, he saw a man in his early thirties standing at the door of the coffin shop.
"Mr. Zhou, are you here to learn Feng Shui knowledge again?" Yan Luo couldn't laugh or cry. It was no surprise that Zhou Chaoxian liked to visit early in the morning.
Zhou Chaoxian also lived in Dongtiao Street and was considered Yan Luo's neighbor. However, he didn't know why he was very fascinated by things like funeral feng shui, so he would come to Yan Luo for advice every now and then.
Naturally, Yan Luo spared no effort to teach everything he had.
Because what Yan Luo taught was real skills, Zhou Chaoxian was able to take on jobs independently in just half a year, and the several Feng Shui bureaus he created were praised by many big bosses.
Zhou Chaoxian still had a flattering smile on his face and said to please: "Brother Yan Luo, I just came back from my hometown and brought you some specialties from my hometown. Can you try it?"
"Mr. Zhou, you don't have to be like this. If you have anything to ask, just ask." Yan Luo really doesn't like the world's sophistication.
It's not like wasting time to deal with it.
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Zhou Chaoxian scratched his head and said with a smile: "Actually, I encountered some problems, it's about Feng Shui, so I want to ask you to help solve the problem."
"Okay, no problem." Yan Luo agreed simply.
"What? You agreed now? Brother Yan Luo, you are so kind! No wonder everyone says you are warm-hearted!" Zhou Chaoxian said gratefully while wiping his tears.
The two entered the house together, Yan Luo made a pot of tea, and the two began to chat.
After more than an hour, Zhou Chaoxian stood up and said goodbye. He stood at the door and bowed to Yan Luo again and again: "Brother Yan Luo, thank you very much. Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. This is such an enlightenment for me!"
"Thank you." Yan Luo smiled and shook his head.
But at this moment, Zhou Chaoxian looked around the coffin shop strangely: "By the way, little brother Yan Luo, with your ability, why do you stick to such a coffin shop? This is a waste of time, for the rest of your life There will be no future!"
"Why don't you just push it out? Let's work together. I know a lot of big bosses. You can make a lot of money by taking care of it!"
Yan Luo smiled and declined: "No, I like purity and stability."
"Oh, okay, everyone has their own ambitions, so I won't force it." Zhou Chaoxian sighed with regret, then turned and left.
But the moment he turned around, there was a trace of annoyance deep in his eyes.
"Master Yan Luo, you are too honest. This guy named Zhou has no good intentions at all." A man came from the side.
Yan Luo turned around and said hello: "Uncle Zhang, is it so early?"
"Do you still have the heart to laugh? You can't be kept in the dark until now, right?" Uncle Zhang looked like he hated iron.
Yan Luo was stunned: "What's wrong?"
"This grandson surnamed Zhou is swindling around in your name. He also claims that you are his apprentice. You stole all your skills from him, which is less than one-tenth of his real skills."
"Don't look at this piece of shit, who is always smiling in front of you. He is just a smiling tiger that eats people without spitting out their bones. He has a vicious heart!"
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Yan Luo was deeply surprised. This actually made him get to know Zhou Chaoxian again.
Zhou Chaoxian always behaved like a humble gentleman, and was gentle in his behavior. Although he occasionally behaved like a flattering villain, after all, it didn't hurt to ask for help.
In the end, you know people, faces, but not hearts?
"Hmph, don't think that I don't know what he is thinking. I lied to you to put this coffin out, and then he takes over the magpie's nest. This place will become his. When the time comes, the big bosses find out that he has taken over your shop. , I must have believed the nonsense that he is your master, and his wishful thinking has come true."
Uncle Zhang spat on the ground, his face full of disgust.
"Let him go, I have already rejected him anyway." Yan Luo shook his head, looking indifferent.
"Oh, why are you so naive? Although you rejected him, he will not let you go." Seeing Yan Luo's indifferent look, Uncle Zhang became anxious for him.
So Uncle Zhang glanced around and saw no one, so he whispered in Yan Luo's ear: "I just got wind that the man surnamed Zhou has hooked up with the daughter of the manager of our street market. How can your store be able to do that by then?" Isn’t it just a matter of one word that we can’t continue driving?”
"That three thousand pounds?" Yan Luo exclaimed.
"Yeah, this guy surnamed Zhou is really ruthless. In order to kick you out, he would not hesitate to pick up a fat girl like that. Then he is just like a Michelin tire."
Yan Luo also couldn't laugh or cry: "It's hard for him too."
"Anyway, that's all I've said. Just be careful and don't cry without tears." After saying this, Uncle Zhang left.
As soon as Uncle Zhang left, the paper people came over: "Let's make him into a paper man, shall we?"
They fell on the ceiling, walking around impatiently, their faces were distorted, and their whole bodies were shaking and making a rattling sound, as if they were very excited.
"No one can bully us, and whoever bullies us will die..."
"What are we going to do this time? Let him eat that fat woman until she dies? Hee hee hee..."
"Let him swallow a thousand needles?"
"You are so bad, so bad..."
Yan Luo ignored them, but looked at Bai Xuanling who got off the car and walked towards him.
Yan Luo raised his eyebrows and said in a calm tone: "Is something wrong?"
"Go to work." Bai Xuanling said these words and entered the room.
Yan Luo: "???"
Yan Luo suddenly felt that something was wrong, turned around and followed the coffin shop: "No, what class do you go to?"
"If you invite me, won't I work here?" Bai Xuanling sat at the dining table, picked up Yan Luo's bowl and chopsticks, and started eating by himself.
Yan Luo always felt that something was wrong: "Why should I invite you?"
"I have made a big mistake, and the National Security Bureau is trying to kill me. If I don't think of a way to offset the crime, they will kill me," Bai Xuanling said.
"Oh, so that's it." Yan Luo nodded, then suddenly arranged the tables: "But is this none of my business?"
Bai Xuanling put down her chopsticks and looked at him: "I don't want wages, I just take care of the food."
"Hahaha, you are easy to support, but I am used to being free and not used to people around me." Yan Luo made a gesture of invitation and wanted to drive Bai Xuanling out of the coffin shop.
But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, as if he noticed something: "How come there is such a cause and effect on you? Who did you meet?"
Bai Xuanling didn't know what Yan Luo meant, but he still answered honestly: "I met a child named Wang Duoduo last night. He is a small temple blessing in Luohan Mountain. What's wrong?"
"Is it that child?" Yan Luo's face changed slightly, he quickly counted with his fingers, and then he sighed: "It's destined to be."
"What fate? What on earth are you talking about?" Bai Xuanling was shocked.
"That child named Wang Duoduo was the reincarnation of a disaster star. Logically speaking, he should have died young. At first I thought it was because of his master, but then I thought about how a little temple blessing could change his destiny."
Yan Luo talked to himself, his face quickly darkened: "Now I understand, this is for me!"
