Mao Sandao walked out of the back room and gently closed the door.
He dug through his pockets, took out a few pieces of cash from the only money he had, and walked towards the woman who was cleaning up the house: "Auntie, take the money. Please take Grandpa Liu to the hospital for a checkup as soon as possible. Thank you."
He was tired of pushing her around, so he walked out of Grandpa Liu's house without waiting for the woman to react.
Just now, Grandpa Liu said that after a person dies, his resentment will be found in a host, and Mao Sandao believes it.
After all, there are many supernatural phenomena that cannot be explained.
After thinking about it, he also felt that the possibility of the body being stolen was very low.
Only the idea of lingering resentment and finding a host for sustenance is not far-fetched.
But Grandpa Liu was not very clear about the specific details, which made Mao Sandao difficult.
According to Grandpa Liu's final dictation, if you want to know the clues about Grandpa and find Grandpa's body, you can only find people with the right knowledge.
However, besides Grandpa Liu, Mao Sandao could not find a second candidate.
Taoist... Taoist priest...
Mao Sandao thought hard and searched hard in his memory.
After a moment, he slapped his forehead, as if waking up from a big dream.
Taoist Master Banyun!
Mao Sandao heard Jiao Qiu'er mention before that he knew a Taoist priest named "Ban Yun".
Said this person is very moral.
At that time, Jiao Qiu'er was not going well at work, and he accidentally heard someone introduce him to Taoist Master Banyun, who helped him figure out his fate.
Taoist priest Banyun calculated that Jiao Qiu'er is a water-type person, with body characteristics such as dark skin color, larger head, wider cheeks, and slightly larger waist.
The fingers are short, the hair is dense and black, the body is fat, short, and the belly is big.
If people with a water type have characteristics such as a round body, round face, dark body, short neck, round waist, and fleshy belly, they are considered wealthy.
Coincidentally, Jiao Qiuer fits all these characteristics perfectly.
Sure enough, not only was the company opened, it was also running extremely well.
I have to say, the calculation is really accurate!
After Jiao Qiuer's fortune-making deeds, Mao Sandao came to the conclusion that making money has no direct relationship with IQ.
Later, Jiao Qiu'er introduced Banyun to him, but he didn't take it seriously at the time and gradually forgot about it.
If this incident hadn't happened today, perhaps he would never have thought of Banyun.
Mao Sandao didn't know where Taoist Master Banyun lived, and Jiao Qiu'er didn't say either.
Mao Sandao decided to go to Jiao Qiu'er to ask clearly.
He didn't go home. He simply ordered some food outside and went straight to Jiao Qiu'er Company.
When we arrived, Jiao Qiu'er just went out to do some errands. Mao Sandao sat in the office and waited until 3 o'clock before he came back.
"Oh, it's the third handsome man!"
When a friend came to visit, Jiao Qiu'er was pleasantly surprised at first, but after a while his face began to change.
After what happened to Zhang Shuyan last time, Jiao Qiu'er thought that Mao Sandao must not be hiding anything good when he came to him.
Jiao Qiu'er walked towards the office chair, and Mao Sandao noticed that Jiao Qiu'er was a little bumpy when walking.
"What happened to the legs?" Mao Sandao asked, pointing to Jiao Qiu'er's legs.
"I accidentally touched it. It's a trivial matter. Let's talk about it. What do you have to do with me?" Jiao Qiu'er took out the information from his briefcase and sat on the chair.
Mao Sandao threw a cigarette over and said, "Should I take you to the hospital?"
The cigarette was thrown back by Jiao Qiu'er: "It's just a minor injury. I quit smoking."
"Quited?" Mao Sandao looked surprised, thinking he heard wrongly, and picked his ears with his little finger, "When did you quit smoking?"
"These past few days." Jiao Qiu'er picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Mao Sandao was still a little skeptical: "If you can really quit smoking, I will quit eating!"
Jiao Qiu'er said with a bad smile: "Don't make such poisonous oaths. What if you starve to death and grandpa comes to me? You shouldn't come to me just to chat, right?"
Now that Jiao Qiu'er had quit smoking, Mao Sandao put the cigarette back into the cigarette case and asked, "Do you still remember Taoist Master Banyun?"
"I must remember him. He is a noble person in my life!" When Ban Yun was mentioned, Jiao Qiu'er obviously became more energetic and asked with interest, "It's so good, why do you think of him?"
"Morning grandpa..."
Mao San suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He suddenly realized that Jiao Qiu'er was timid by nature. If he told him about his grandfather's missing body, he would probably be frightened into nightmares all night long.
Mao Sandao hesitated to speak, and Jiao Qiu'er quickly asked: "Grandpa? What's wrong with grandpa?"
Mao Sandao thought for a while and finally found a reason that wasn't too outrageous: "What, grandpa gave me a dream this morning and thought I was not doing well, so he asked me to find someone to tell my fortune..."
"I'm just telling you!" Jiao Qiu'er slapped the table, "I told you to go find Banyun a long time ago and you didn't go. You had to tell me personally before you went, so you just said you are a bit mean? "
Being criticized, Mao Sandao didn't bother to refute. After taking a puff of cigarette, he asked, "Do you still know where Banyun is?"
"Let me think about it." Jiao Qiu'er tilted his head while holding the water cup and tried his best to recall, "It seems to be Beiziling. There is a Taoist temple on the ridge, called Shang Bao Temple or something like that. It is said that he is the head of Zaoge Sect. "
Mao Sandao didn't pay much attention to the Taoist sect, Zaoge Sect. He was not familiar with this sect.
Listening to Jiao Qiu'er's praising Taoist Master Banyun's tone and his identity as the head of the Zaoge Sect, Mao Sandao concluded that there must be many people in the Taoist temple.
"Okay, I'll go find him when I'm free." After hearing the route to Beiziling, Mao Sandao took out a cigarette again and handed it to Jiao Qiu'er, "Have you really quit smoking?"
Looking at the cigarette, Jiao Qiu'er's throat twitched violently, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and quickly turned his head to the side: "I really... really quit."
"You're like a drug dealer quitting drugs or a gambler quitting gambling. Why don't I believe it!" Mao Sandao smiled suspiciously.
Mao Sandao was extremely puzzled that Jiao Qiu'er, who could eat as a smoker, suddenly stopped smoking.
anecdote!
has a problem!
There must be something wrong!
Mao Sandao looked at him suspiciously, and Jiao Qiu'er felt a hair in his heart and quickly changed the subject: "When are you going to go find Banyun? I will go with you."
Mao Sandao shook his head: "You are busy with your own business, I will go by myself."
Mao Sandao thought that if Jiao Qiu'er also went, the lie he just made up would be exposed.
Although, this is a white lie.
"Are you sure you don't need it?"
"Definitely not!"
"Okay." Jiao Qiu'er opened the contract on the table and read it, "Pay attention to safety."
With Jiao Qiu'er's look on his face, Mao Sandao felt like he was about to issue an eviction order.
He shrugged, pretending to be aggrieved and said: "Alas...I am an orphan who no one cares about and no one loves."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Sandao saw a white shadow suddenly flying towards him, and he instinctively ducked aside.
clatter!
With a sound, a contract lay on the ground.
Then I heard Jiao Qiu'er scolding: "Get out! Don't fucking disgust me. I'm almost a third-year man and an orphan? I said I'd go with you, but you said no, do you blame me?"
"Okay." Mao Sandao picked up the contract from the ground and placed it squarely in front of Jiao Qiu'er. "I won't disturb Brother Qiu'er from making a lot of money. As an orphan, I will leave first."
"Go, go, go! Go!" Jiao Qiu'er waved his hand impatiently.
"hiss……!"
As soon as Mao Sandao left, severe pain suddenly came from his leg, and Jiao Qiu'er frowned.
He gently rolled up his trouser legs, pressed his bruised and swollen legs, and took a breath:
"Damn it, it was fine when you were hit, why is it getting worse now?"
