Ma Yunfeng set up a small stall in this folk culture market. It was a small room with some Buddhist paraphernalia, cultural toys, bracelets and the like. There were also a few Taishan stones at the door.
I really didn't expect that this guy would change his career so quickly, and turn from a charlatan into a small boss in a blink of an eye.
His eyes were really good, I just glanced inside, I didn't want to say hello to him, but he saw me.
Our eyes met, there was a pause of about two or three seconds, and then he greeted me.
"Oh, what a coincidence. Isn't this my brother Fan? Come on, come in and sit around, see if you like anything, and I'll break your bones."
I walked in with a smile and said, "There's no need to hit me if I break a bone. I'll just come over and take a walk. Why do you still hit me?"
He also smiled: "It depends on what you said. With the relationship between us brothers, whichever one you like, I will give it to you."
"No, no, no, you have a whole house full of good stuff, I just need to take a look... You're pretty fast. When did you open the store? These goods look a bit familiar."
I pointed at the things in his shop, and he chuckled: "This is my friend's shop. He didn't have time to do it, so I spent some money to buy it. It's not expensive. These things are all from my old shop." , and save money on purchasing.”
As soon as I heard it, I understood that his store basically had a bad reputation and no one went there, so he just opened a store here and moved the goods here to sell them, which could make a living.
After all, he has closed the hall and cannot read the hexagrams.
Guess he had sense and didn't continue to lie to people.
Isn’t it great to be self-reliant?
But I just don’t know that the things in his store are genuine and fake. Considering the reputation of his master Zhang Daxian in the past, I can’t believe it.
After chatting for a while, Ma Yunfeng asked me what I came to buy. While talking, he glanced at the black bag in my hand.
I did buy a lot of things, but I didn't want to tell him, so I just ignored it.
"It's nothing, just some messy trinkets. Let's go back and use them as decorations. You can get busy. I'll leave first."
"Okay, anyway, you've seen it. Although my store is small, I basically have everything. If you don't have it, it's okay. If you need something, come to me. If you like something from someone else, come to me. I'll give it to you. You buy it cheaply and with confidence.”
He got started quite quickly. He already seemed to have the temperament of a small antique store owner. He was also a good businessman. After he finished speaking, he gave me a business card.
I responded with a smile, then left the store and walked forward.
This market is neither big nor small. I took two more turns inside, walked out, and drove home.
In fact, this market is called the Folk Culture Market. In addition to cultural toys and some antiques, it sells various paper products.
This paper product is very general, let me put it this way, none of it is for living people.
But this is very different from funeral supplies. Most people would not come here if someone died, so the shroud shop next to the hospital would do it.
To put it simply, many of the people who come here are outgoers, and most of those things are used by outgoers to do business. How else can we say it is folk culture?
After coming out of the market, I couldn't help but sigh. Except for those who were buying goods and wandering around looking at antiques, most of the people who were passing through the market just now were probably out of business.
This industry is also quite prosperous.
In other words, the current Chumaxian is different from the past. The upstream and downstream industrial chains have been formed, and everyone is already working under the new rules.
In the era of market economy, everything is different.
After returning home, I opened the bag and took out things one by one.
In fact, I didn’t buy anything special: two bags of semi-finished large ingots, several piles of talisman paper, various alloys, a Five Thunder Token, and a ghost-fighting stick.
I saw this ghost-beating stick by chance. I felt something about it when I looked at it, so I bought it.
In fact, this cannot be called buying, it should be called please.
The ghost-fighting stick, also called the ghost-killing stick, is a Taoist instrument, wooden, stick-shaped, with various talismans engraved on it.
It is said to have the effect of exorcising ghosts and subduing demons. It is often used in Taoist rituals, used in Taoist altar opening practices or to drive away ghosts and evil spirits in daily life.
There are two names engraved on it: Marshal Zhu to defeat evil spirits and destroy witches, and Marshal Meng to torture ghosts.
Uncle Ma told me that these two marshals are both among the thirty-six generals of the Lei Department. Their official titles are "Marshal Zhu of Leimen Train" and "Marshal Meng of Fengdu Kaogui". Their names are engraved on the sticks. , which means to use the divine power of Zhong Er to expel ghosts.
This ghost-fighting stick is usually made of peach wood. As we all know, peach wood has the special ability to deter evil spirits. Ancient saying goes: Peach is the essence of the five woods, so it can suppress evil spirits.
It is also made from jujube wood that has been struck by lightning. It has the power of thunder and is also a good thing.
Generally speaking, when the Taoist priests of the Zhengyi sect hold a ceremonial ceremony, they will not only issue official certificates and talismans, but also various magical weapons such as tokens and canopy rulers, including the ghost stick.
I placed the Five Thunder Orders and the Ghost Fighting Stick at the entrance of the hall, and I was still wondering why I bought this Ghost Fighting Stick?
I don't have a Taoist priesthood at all, so using a ghost-beating stick won't be of much use, because I can't invite Marshal Lei Bu. At most, I can only use their name as a deterrent, and I can't borrow their power.
But at this moment, I felt a sudden chill all over my body, and an idea came to my mind involuntarily.
The ghost-fighting whip that Old Monument King gave me earlier can be combined with this ghost-fighting stick.
In other words, although I can't directly invite Marshal Lei, I can change the method and use the power of the old Monument King to torture ghosts.
I suddenly became happy and meditated for a long time with the ghost-defeating stick. I felt that the power of the ghost-defeating whip gradually merged with the ghost-defeating stick.
In this way, I will feel more confident when Fang Jie comes over to do business tomorrow.
The day passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Jie brought three people over the next afternoon.
When Fang Jie saw me, it was as if he had seen a life-saving straw. He told me bitterly that he had not slept for two days and begged me to take a good look at him.
I comforted him a few words and gave him some instructions. Then according to the previous agreement, I asked him to sit down and started to put incense in the hall.
When the incense smelled up, it looked abnormal. All that came out was black smoke, and there was obviously no wind in the room. The incense seemed to be driven by some force, swirling around.
Next, I lit three more incense sticks and handed them to Fang Jie, asking him to hold them in his hand and close his eyes.
Fang Jie's face turned pale with fright. He sat there shivering, gritting his teeth and looking sad.
I looked at him and thought to myself, it would be great if you had listened to me earlier. Why go through all this trouble, spend money and suffer, and didn't sleep for two days and nights.
After regaining my composure, I opened my mouth and started to invite the ghost to come on me!
