I followed his gaze and saw that there was no old man there?
The store he was looking for was still closed.
I couldn't help scolding: "There's something wrong with you. You saw a ghost in broad daylight. You said the front door of that store was still locked..."
This guy knows how to bluff people whenever he is surprised!
I said he was already in his thirties, and he was not stable at all, just like a little kid.
In the past, when I laughed at him like this, he would give me a few words, but today, he was surprisingly quiet, his two dark eyes staring straight at the closed rolling shutter door.
To be precise, staring at the big black lock.
The rolling shutter door of that store is quite old, and it is still the same style from more than ten years ago. Not only can it be locked with a key, but a large iron lock can also be added to the outside for double insurance.
I don’t know what that store sells, but it’s so tightly locked.
"No...I'm sure I saw it right!" Fang Yunhe put down his bowl and chopsticks with a pale face: "I really saw the boss just now, and a man in black walked in behind him..."
Previously, he was only focused on excitement and did not notice the weirdness of those two people.
They didn't even open the rolling shutter door, they just walked straight in.
After listening to his description, we looked at each other in understanding and understood everything immediately.
What Fang Yunhe saw was not a human being!
What he saw was the soul of the boss. As to whether it was a living soul or a ghost, we don't know.
"It can't be so unlucky. He just posted the transfer yesterday, and he broke down that night." Fang Yunhe couldn't sit still anymore, got up and hurried to the stall No. 13. As soon as he stood still, there was a man wearing a black Tang suit. A silver-haired old man on crutches emerged from the alley and walked slowly towards us.
"Are you shopping... or visiting the store..." the old man asked us with a kind face and a smile.
Fang Yunhe's expression changed drastically, but he quickly regained his composure: "Old man, we are here to see the store. Can we open the door?"
The old man took out a large number of keys from his waist, at least fifty or sixty. He looked like he was a landlord, which was really enviable.
He fiddled with the key slowly: "Young man, I recognize you. You often come to Lao Tou Li's house. He told me about you, Taoist Master Fang of the Maoshan Sect. You are young and promising. You are young and promising..."
Fang Yunhe was complimented, and without changing his expression, he cupped his hands and replied: "In front of you and Mr. Li, the juniors are still far behind. If I could be like you and Mr. Li, not showing off or revealing anything, He who hides himself in the city is the real master..."
I stood aside and listened to his business praise, just like listening to cross talk.
I really didn’t expect Fang Yun to be so smooth-talking. Being a Taoist priest is really a humiliation.
The old man waved his hand quickly: "Young man, let's not talk nice words. I know my time has come. When I saw you going out yesterday, I posted a special notice. Haha, you are indeed the destined person I am looking for..."
The deadline is approaching...
Fang Yunhe and I looked at each other again, and we both knew each other well. It seemed that the old man had already sensed it, which also proved that Fang Yunhe had not made a mistake just now. He had indeed seen the living soul of the old man.
As for why the old man knew, this is actually normal.
Some elderly people will have some special reactions and changes when they are approaching their final days.
For example, if you breathe into your palms, you will feel that the breath is cool.
And there will be a deathly aura on the body. Sometimes outsiders can't smell it, but they themselves can smell it.
He often dreams of his deceased relatives coming to pick him up, or even seeing A Piao directly.
There would always be inexplicable noises in their home, and ghost messengers and ancestors would arrive in advance to wait for them.
By the way, there’s also a flashback!
The old man in front of him had a rosy face and plump cheeks. Apart from the age spots and wrinkles on his face, he was in very good spirits and could not tell that his end was imminent.
This is very abnormal. The only possibility is that...he is having a flashback.
Rejuvenation means that before a person dies, various organs of the body and the spirit will be temporarily excited, causing the person to experience "improvement" symptoms and look the same as usual, or even more radiant than usual.
There was an old lady in our village who had been paralyzed for several years. She got up on the day she came back to her senses, walked around the village to bask in the sun, and even made two bowls of rice when she got home.
Everyone said that the old lady had recovered from her illness and could enjoy happiness in the future. However, as soon as the sun set, the old lady died and passed away very suddenly.
I couldn't help but feel sad when I thought that this was the last ray of light that bloomed before the old man said goodbye.
The old man lowered his head, tremblingly pulled out two keys from among the many, opened the big iron lock and rolling shutter door, and warmly welcomed us in.
This is a paper-making shop, and the things they sell are different from other ones on the funeral street!
His products are not printed paper products, but hand-laid paper products.
This thing is almost extinct in the city. Nowadays, it is rare to see craftsmen who can tie paper and do it so well.
"Wow, this craftsmanship is really amazing!" I couldn't help but sigh.
The old man squinted his eyes with a smile and looked at every corner of the shop reluctantly, as if he was saying goodbye to old friends.
"The girl is so impressed. No one likes my antique stuff anymore. The work is slow, the price is high, and there are too many rules. It has long been eliminated by the times..."
He boiled water for us to make tea and invited us to sit down and chat.
It was only then that I learned that the old man’s name was Wang Dekun, and he was a paper-making craftsman. This store was his own property, and he had worked here all his life. He knew that he was already old and was worried about finding a suitable person. After taking over, Fang Yunhe walked to the door.
"Mr. Wang, since we are so destined, please make an offer for this store, and I'll see if we can accept it." Fang Yunhe saw that Mr. Wang was about to die, so he was too embarrassed to bargain, so he directly asked the other party to make an offer. If he can accept it, then Take it, if you can't do it, let's just leave. Don't delay others in finding a new home.
Wang Dekun took a sip of black tea: "It doesn't matter to me how much money I have. I will be alone in this life. I will never marry or have children, and I will never have an apprentice. I will die a hundred times. I just can't let go of my old friend..."
He looked sadly at the facade and the paper bundles inside, with tears in his eyes.
This store is not big, but it is well-organized.
All the paper bundles are placed and hung in mid-air according to different types. It looks crowded, but in fact it is orderly in chaos.
"Mr. Wang, don't worry. If we take over this shop, we will definitely take good care of it. When you are a century old, we can also worship you and let you enjoy the incense..." Fang Yunhe said.
If it were anyone else, most likely they would be unable to sit still after hearing the words "consecration". Isn't this a curse to others?
But Wang Dekun didn't take it seriously. Everyone was a sensible person, so he opened the skylight and spoke openly. He was going to report down there immediately. Fang Yunhe said this, and there was nothing wrong with it at all.
"Taoist Fang is indeed a sensible person..." Wang Dekun was worried that no one would worship him after he went down, which was very pitiful.
The underworld is actually like a small society. If you don't have money down there, you will live like a beggar.
With no house, no clothes, I have to live as a wandering ghost on weekdays, go to the fire to pick up paper money that others have missed, and will be bullied by other ghosts...
Don’t ask me how I know it. If you’ve seen it a lot, you’ll understand it naturally.
"If you can keep your promise, let alone the money, this shop will be a gift to you..."
"No way, no way..." Fang Yunhe refused repeatedly in horror, as if he was facing a savage beast.
