Zhou Qiao first used the black dog blood that Uncle Cheng had run around for more than ten kilometers to find. He took off Cheng Yang's shirt and smeared it all over his body. Black dog blood is a yang-filled thing and has the effect of warding off evil spirits. Put the exorcism talisman on his forehead, cut Cheng Yang's finger with a knife, feed Cheng Yang the little bit of coffin fungus, and then recite the talisman.
Cheng Yang was lying on the bed, and soon black and gray blood began to flow from his fingers. Zhou Qiao asked Uncle Cheng to take the bowl to avoid dirtying the ward, and asked Aunt Cheng to stay outside the ward to prevent anyone from entering rashly. If the doctor saw him and reported it to the police, it would be troublesome. Nowadays, the city is preaching about breaking down feudal superstitions, let alone I believe there is such a business as exorcism!
The blood flowed for a whole bowl before gradually turning bright red. The vertical lines in Cheng Yang's eyes were almost gone, and his skin color slowly returned to normal and was no longer blue.
Half an hour later, Cheng Yang's yin and cold energy was completely driven away. Zhou Qiao knew that the spell was solved, and he would be fine if he took more nourishment to replenish qi and blood.
"Xiao Zhou, you are the benefactor of our family. If not, we might have to give away the white-haired person to the black-haired person. We really don't know how to thank you." Uncle Cheng and Aunt Cheng knew that the surrender spell had been solved. The two of them excitedly held Zhou Qiao's hands as if they were alive.
"Too serious, there's no need to thank you! If you can, go home and see Grandpa Cheng often. He is so old and will inevitably feel lonely without anyone to accompany him in the village," Zhou Qiao said tactfully
"Well, when Yang'er gets better, we will go back to visit his old man," Uncle Cheng said, then took out a red envelope from his bag and handed it to Zhou Qiao.
"This is your uncle and your aunt's wish. You must accept it, otherwise our conscience will be uneasy."
Zhou Qiao hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking it: "Since my uncle and aunt said so, I will be disrespectful."
Seeing Zhou Qiao accept the red envelope, Uncle Cheng and Aunt Cheng both smiled. After chatting for a few words, they left and prepared to go shopping in Beicheng, a rare trip.
Beicheng is the capital and the most prosperous. Zhou Qiao has nothing to do and plans to go to the Forbidden City first and then the Great Wall...
The Forbidden City is very large and has many historical buildings. It takes two or three hours to walk around it. Then we went to the Shuiguan Great Wall. The steps to climb the Great Wall are very steep, and every step is very high. There are many people visiting, and we go back and forth. When we take a car, the roads are sometimes blocked, so even though Zhou Qiao is in good physical condition, she still feels a little tired at the end of the day. Zhou Qiao really gets motion sickness when riding in a car, and sometimes she feels more tired when riding in a car than walking!
I just walked around Beicheng for three days, including the museum, the Bird's Nest, the Old Summer Palace, and the Summer Palace. That night, Zhou Qiao wandered to Panjiayuan alone, wanting to see the most famous antique market here and see what he could do. I can't find anything good. I got "coffin fungus" last time in Jingdezhen. I don't know if I can have such good luck again this time.
Zhou Qiao heard someone say that not all the items in the Panjiayuan Antique Market were fake, and some of them were real, and it all depended on one's own eyesight.
Panjiayuan at night is three times more lively and prosperous than during the day. The ground on both sides of the street is covered with antiques and jades. There is also a stall with various miscellaneous books such as Maoshan Taoism, Buddhist Diamond Sutra, and Tao Te Ching. Qiao opened it and took a look at the content inside, which was all fabricated, and then walked to the next stall.
In a corner, there was an old man. The floor was covered with various bracelets, jades, and porcelain. Zhou Qiao was attracted by a dusty compass. After holding it in his hand and examining it carefully for a while, Zhou Qiao was pleasantly surprised. It turned out that This compass is actually made of old boxwood from the Qing Dynasty!
It is said that this old boxwood was the royal wood of the emperor in the late Qing Dynasty. Only in that era could such precious wood be obtained. Moreover, these woods were not pure wood products, but produced by trees with special spirituality, which was very important for Feng Shui. It has miraculous effects and is definitely a rare treasure.
The old man setting up the stall said, "Young man, if you want to buy something, just buy it. If you don't want to buy it, don't look at it blindly."
Zhou Qiao asked with a smile: "Old man, how can I sell this compass?"
"A thousand dollars..." The old man lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhou Qiao and said. He obviously thought that Zhou Qiao was here to cause trouble, so he didn't even want to look at him.
Zhou Qiao was stunned for a moment after hearing the price. He was secretly happy that the old man obviously didn't know the goods and didn't know the value of the compass, so Zhou Qiao showed a serious look on his face.
"Ahem...five hundred...if you want to buy it, I'll take it."
In this way, Zhou Qiao spent 500 yuan to buy this old boxwood compass, and then held it in his hand to play with and admire while shopping!
"Hey, brother, how did you sell this compass?"
Suddenly, a voice came to my ears
Zhou Qiao turned around and saw that he was a "young man" about the same age as him. He was wearing a green Taoist robe, a mahogany sword hanging on his back, and a pair of sneakers on his feet. He had handsome features, a high nose, and shining eyes. Very energetic, like a Feng Shui master, but Zhou Qiao ignored him and continued walking forward
"Whether it's for sale for ten thousand..."
"Twenty thousand...twenty thousand...one price"
"Brother, don't leave, thirty thousand... thirty thousand, no more..."
Zhou Qiao was actually overjoyed. The compass itself was something he picked up, and it was of little use to him. It was dispensable. However, it was different for some Taoist priests and Feng Shui masters, especially those who were proficient in Feng Shui. Mr. Yin Yang’s compass is a treasure to them!
"Fifty thousand...if it doesn't work, forget it." Seeing that Zhou Qiao still refused to let go, the young man was about to give up.
"Deal." Zhou Qiao nodded in agreement. What could he be dissatisfied with if the price of five hundred yuan had doubled tenfold in less than ten minutes? The old man setting up the stall would probably be furious when he found out.
Zhou Qiao got the fortune and the young boy got the compass. Both parties were very satisfied.
"Brother, let me meet you. My name is Yang Qian. I am from the north. I am 21 this year," the young man said with a smile.
Zhou Qiao said politely: "My name is Zhou Qiao. I am from the south and have just come to Beicheng. I am older than you and I am twenty-three this year."
Yang Gan said: "Then I'll call you Brother Zhou. Brother Zhou, are you here for a trip?"
"That's right, come here to do something," Zhou Qiao said vaguely.
"Oh" Yang Qian didn't seem to be interested in this topic and asked curiously, "Brother Zhou, you also know the art of Feng Shui."
"Haha, if I had to understand this compass, I wouldn't buy it for you."
Zhou Qiao said lightly
"That's true," Yang Qian said with an awkward smile.
The two briefly chatted for a few more words. Yang Gan saw that Zhou Qiao was alone and very interested in him, so he suggested that they go shopping together. Zhou Qiao nodded and agreed. Anyway, being alone is boring, so he might as well find a companion. .
The two walked and walked, and soon arrived at the entrance of a store. Yang Gan suggested going in and taking a look.
This is an antique shop that is very elegantly decorated. There are all kinds of famous calligraphy and paintings on the walls, as well as many precious cultural relics. There are a dazzling array of antiques in the cabinets, which is dazzling.
As soon as Zhou Qiao stepped into this store, he immediately felt that it was different from the hustle and bustle outside. This store was extremely quiet, as if it were isolated from the world, making people feel a sense of tranquility. There was a faint fragrance in the air. If you smell it carefully, it turned out to be... The scent of rosewood.
Zhou Qiao couldn't help but admire the owner of this shop who really knows how to enjoy it. Although the aroma of red sandalwood is refreshing, it has a strong hypnotic effect. Most people will fall asleep after smelling it for a long time. This shop owner is definitely not an ordinary person.
Zhou Qiao was admiring the antiques displayed in the store and looking at the furnishings in the store. At this time, he found an unusual piece of wood placed on a cabinet, "Lightning Strike Wood". Most people believe that Lightning Strike Wood was split by lightning from the sky, and ghosts Deeply afraid of it, it is the most powerful talisman to ward off evil spirits. Zhou Qiao couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and then Yang Qian noticed this piece of wood and this rare thing.
"Oh, boss, are you selling this wood?" Yang Gan pointed to the piece of "lightning strike wood" in the cabinet and said to the boss
"Not for sale"
"Not selling?" Yang Gan was stunned for a moment, and then said eagerly: "Boss, I'll pay 40,000."
The boss waved his hand impatiently: "I don't want to sell this wood!"
Of course Yang Qian would not give up just like this. He was not short of money, so he was bound to get this wood!
"Sixty thousand"
Yang Gan gritted his teeth and reported the new price, "Boss, I really like this piece of wood. Please sell it to me."
The boss frowned, obviously troubled by Yang Qian's troubles. After being silent for a long time, he said: "One hundred thousand!"
"Okay, okay, one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, wrap it up for me"
Zhou Qiao was already stunned by Yang Qian's operation. In less than a moment, he spent a full 150,000 yuan, not 15 yuan. This... rich man... is too rich. Nowadays, Taoist priests are so wealthy. Money?
Yang Qian held the lightning strike wood in his arms and inspected it repeatedly, his face full of joy and pride! He asked Zhou Qiao if there was anything he wanted to buy. Zhou Qiao shook his head and said that he was just browsing.
The two of them walked around until Panjiayuan closed before reluctantly leaving.
"Brother Zhou, let's change our contact information and keep in touch in the future."
"OK"
The two left each other's phone numbers, and Zhou Qiao left.
