However, Zhao Youliang, who has endured the burden of life for a long time, has a very strong character.
After a moment, he recovered slightly, and his face was immediately filled with grief and anger.
"What the hell, the stinky Taoist priest turns out to be so wicked. Fortunately, we thought of giving him a pension before his death. Bah!"
"No, he won't even think about it even if I die!"
"Uncle Sun, do you know where the smelly Taoist priest has gone? Let's go over and settle the score with him right now!"
Seeing the sad and angry look on Zhao Youliang's face, Shopkeeper Sun shook his head helplessly again.
"Quantum, if you really sign the 'ghost contract', you cannot leave the fifty miles of the shop."
"Once it exceeds this range, it will immediately attract 'ghosts'."
"It's hard for me to say how it will perform, old man."
"Then aren't we chained here like dogs?!" Zhao Youliang's face became even more sad and angry when he heard this.
Especially when I think about it carefully, I am not as good as a big yellow dog.
After all, I have never been chained, and I can happily "sow seeds" everywhere every day!
"This is so frustrating!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and Zhao decided to go back and burn down the shop immediately!
Even if I am dead, I still want to disgust the stinky Taoist priest who deceives people!
However, even this "unpretentious" idea failed to come true: according to shopkeeper Sun, Zhao Youliang's soul had been sold to the paper shop.
In other words, the paper shop is now Zhao Youliang's second body.
Burning the paper shop is equivalent to burning yourself.
I couldn't feel it before, it was because of time issues.
After more than half a month of running-in, especially last night's troubles, it has now been completely integrated.
After finishing speaking, shopkeeper Sun asked Zhao Youliang to look in the mirror in order to convince him.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
Zhao Youliang found that a scar suddenly appeared around his left eye, as if it was left after a serious burn in the past.
But in Zhao Youliang's impression, his eyes had never been injured.
To be honest, I have never had a scar on my face!
"Here, when did this happen?! How could this happen!!"
Shopkeeper Sun sighed: "Did the window in your shop break last night?"
Zhao Youliang was stunned: "It was broken, but now I'm better..."
At this point, Zhao Youliang suddenly realized: the window of the shop was broken, leaving a scar on his eye.
Nothing wrong!
When I was in school, my teacher taught me: Eyes are the windows to the soul...
So not only can I not burn down the paper shop, but I also have to "serve" it carefully.
If someone's unlucky kid accidentally smashes the window glass, his eyeballs will explode...
Zhao Youliang was obviously unwilling to die like this.
To put it another way, who in the world is really not afraid of death?
After all, there is great terror between life and death...
"Uncle Sun, are we really hopeless? Can we just 'give up treatment'?!"
Facing the eager Zhao Youliang, and thinking of his kindness, Shopkeeper Sun hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Nothing in the world can be absolutely... measured. If you want to escape this disaster, you have to become a monk!"
"Find a real master to help you practice!"
When he heard the word "monk", Zhao Youliang immediately looked strange.
As a normal man, who would want to be a monk?
He didn't mind eating fast and chanting Buddha's name. He was used to living a hard life anyway.
But he doesn't get close to women... Ahem, although he has never been "close", mainly because women of the same age don't give Zhao Youliang a chance...
Shopkeeper Sun obviously guessed Zhao Youliang's little thoughts and said while shaking his head with a smile.
"To become a monk is not just to be a monk, but also to be a Taoist priest and a monk."
Speaking of taking action, shopkeeper Sun immediately thought of Master Hui Liu.
"You have the ability. As long as you can become Mr. Liu's disciple, you will be saved!"
"It can even be said that it will be difficult to die from now on!!"
After hearing that he did not have to die, Zhao Youliang immediately became energetic.
"I am willing, I am willing to become a disciple!"
"Where does Mr. Sun Shuliu live? Let's go there and kowtow with gifts now!!"
Shopkeeper Sun is just an "ordinary" black-footed coffin maker. How could he know the whereabouts of the Hui Family Immortal, one of the Five Immortals in the North?
So he could only smile and shake his head when he heard this.
"There is a measure. All matters of cultivation depend on fate."
"Without fate, no matter how much you beg Master Hui Liu, it will be in vain!"
"Alas, let alone someone with a status like Mr. Liu, any powerful Chumaxian family is hard to come by!"
Hearing what Shopkeeper Sun said, the newly ignited fire of hope in Zhao Youliang's heart was extinguished in an instant.
"Fate? It's something you can meet but cannot seek?!"
"This is nonsense, Uncle Sun, how do you want me to 'meet' you? Move a small bench and sit at the door of the shop every day and wait for me to meet you?!"
Looking at Zhao Youliang's slightly desolate back when he left, Shopkeeper Sun sighed helplessly.
After sitting there for a moment, he reached out and slowly untied the gauze covering his eyes.
I saw a pair of green eyes appearing in the mirror in front of Shopkeeper Sun, just like the eyes of a cat in the middle of the night...
"Oh, the things in the paper shop are getting more and more weird."
"Old man, I just took one look and saw 'corpse mud' in my eyes, which made me look like a ghost."
Corpse mud is the mud wrapping the corpse. Shopkeeper Sun applied it himself when he was looking at the paper shop on a rainy night.
This is also one of the methods commonly used by ordinary people to see ghosts.
While shopkeeper Sun sighed, he wrapped his eyes again with gauze, then got up and walked towards Granny Wenmi's shop.
"It's better to ask the old aunt and see if she has any good ideas."
"It's okay if corpse mud enters your eyes, but if it enters your brain, old man, wouldn't I become a living corpse..."
On the other side, Zhao Youliang returned to his shop, lying on a wicker chair in front of the door with a dejected face.
So what if it doesn't get ruined? I don't have a few days left to live anyway.
Thinking of how little life he had left, Zhao Youliang stood up from the wicker chair, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the bun shop opposite.
Shouting loudly as he walked.
"Uncle Gangtou, give us ten dollars and a big bowl of tofu curd today. No need to marinate it!"
When the bun shop owner heard this, he thought that Zhao Youliang had listened to his advice and knew to eat less salt.
So he immediately agreed with a smile and asked Zhao Youliang to go into the house and serve the buns.
How did he know that this was just a "dying man" who wanted to have a full meal.
Just as Zhao Youliang was devouring his food and thinking about calling his adoptive father to "report that he was safe", he suddenly noticed a person sitting across from him.
This man is the only death row prisoner who has not been "wasted" by the head-offending master. He is also the descendant of the so-called old monster "inside the door".
But somehow he survived.
Although his face was livid and his legs were sunken, he looked like a mummy.
Even the bullet holes left during the shooting still oozed yellow brain matter.
It was just hidden by the hat he wore, so outsiders couldn't see it.
