The Coastal Road is a scenic road that runs through the entire coastline of Yanjun County. To the north of Liuhuo Avenue is the Coastal Road.
Going east along the coastal road, at the foot of Yanjun Mountain is the place where Feng Yun ordered everyone to go.
As for Yanjun Mountain, a lighthouse was built in ancient times and is still well preserved. It is regarded as a landmark building in Yanjun.
After Feng Yun's order was issued, Fatty and the others immediately felt a little confused. Apparently they didn't know what the 'sacrifice to the sea' that Feng Yun said was.
Feng Yun had no intention of explaining, but just arranged:
"Now you go and rest first. It will be dawn soon. After you have rested, you still need to prepare some things.
Fatty, go out with me now.
Tomorrow's sacrifice is very important, and some things need to be prepared in advance. "
Feng Yun did not give the others time to ask. Before leaving, Feng Yun looked back at the coffin placed on the ground, and then said to Yan Qilin and the others:
"Put the zombies back in the coffin, and remember to cover the coffin with a piece of red cloth, so that the defeat of the boss will not have any impact on you.
After arriving at Houhai, stick three sticks of incense in front of the coffin to avoid being disturbed by water ghosts. "
After saying these words, Feng Yun walked out of the door first, and the fat man came to his senses and quickly followed.
Zhao Xue looked at Ma Linger and Yan Qilin with some confusion and asked:
"What is the water ghost that Chief Feng mentioned just now?"
However, the two of them shook their heads, obviously they didn't know either.
The fat man here started the car and looked at Feng Yun with some confusion and asked:
"Director, where are we going?"
"Find a paper shop that's still open and buy something."
The fat man nodded, quickly found a location for the paper shop on the navigation system, and then hurried over.
The sign of this paper shop is very eye-catching, especially at this late night, and the white words "sacrifice" are particularly dazzling.
The fat man followed Feng Yun and soon arrived in front of the paper shop.
Most of these shops are deserted, and the store is not big. Looking in through the glass door, you can see that there are all kinds of paper products piled inside.
What made Fatty feel a little strange was that there were some paper figures placed on both sides of the door of the paper shop.
But all the paper figures have their backs to the road and their faces to the store doors.
"Director, why are these paper figures placed like this?"
The fat man lowered his voice and asked in a low voice. Feng Yun was obviously a little surprised after taking a look, and then said:
"Each profession has its own rules, especially those in the underworld profession that make money from dead people. There are more or less ancient rules that have been passed down.
However, there are not many shops like this that still adhere to the ancient adage of avoiding strangers with their paper figures. "
The Yin Sect occupation mentioned by Feng Yun could be regarded as having a place in the ancient world.
Except for the Outer Eight Gates and the Dark Eight Gates, the four Yin Gate professions are rarely known.
Executioner, papermaker, cobbler, and cobbler.
Each of the four professions has its own particularities and inheritance.
But even those orthodox inheritances are almost gone now, let alone this kind of Yinmen.
As the saying goes, the executioner's knife hangs on the wall.
The craftsmanship of the paper maker is vivid and vivid.
The cobbler's needlework is done on the leather side.
Wu Zuo's eyes can see.
Each of the four Yinmen has its own secret rules. In ancient times, it was considered a lucrative profession.
After all, the dead are the most important, and there is never any bargaining in any transaction involving these four doors.
In the papermaking profession, one of the rules is that paper figures should avoid strangers...
But this is all in the past. Nowadays, most of the paper-making shops are doing ordinary business, so Feng Yun is curious that there is actually a paper-making shop here that follows the ancient customs.
With this curiosity, Feng Yun looked up and saw that the plaque of this family also followed the ancient etiquette and was named Jisi.
"interesting……"
Fatty didn't expect that the paper-making shop he randomly found, which was the nearest and was still open, would actually arouse Feng Yun's curiosity?
As Feng Yun pushed the door open, he was greeted by the smell of incense.
The fat man followed closely, and then he noticed that there were no lights in the room, but a few candles covered with glass covers.
The owner of the shop was an old man, sitting blankly in the corner of the room, holding a cigarette rod in his hand, smoking a cigarette, and looking at Feng Yun and the fat man gloomily.
"Ahem..."
The fat man felt a little scared when he saw him, so he quickly came to Feng Yun's side and lowered his voice and asked:
"Director, why is this old man so weird? He didn't say anything even after we came in?"
“This boss is a very particular person, and he always follows the rules handed down from ancient times.
Since ancient times, no one has opened the door to call people. When they come in, they have to tell the customers what they want to buy, and the boss cannot ask.
If this is a sentence about buying something, there will always be some bad luck involved in the words..."
While talking, Feng Yun looked at the old man who opened the shop:
"Boss, I want a lot of things, and I also need paper-tying skills. Are you able to take them?"
The old man smoked a dry cigarette and nodded, looking at Feng Yun suspiciously. After all, this kind of shop was at this time.
Two young people came in, which was really rare.
Fortunately, Feng Yun was wearing casual clothes when he went out this time, otherwise it would have been even more unusual to wear a military uniform.
Seeing the boss nod, Feng Yun immediately said politely:
"Everything else is easy to talk about, but things that require paper craftsmanship must be made immediately.
First I want eyeball paper figures, one male and one female.
Secondly, I want a flying horse and a blind ox. Can they prick them? "
The fat man just thought Feng Yun's requests were a bit strange, but he never thought that the old man who was sitting there suddenly stood up.
"What do you want these things for?"
The fat man looked at the old man strangely, not understanding why he had such a big reaction.
But in fact, in the industry of paper makers, this saying has been circulating since ancient times.
“The paper man’s eyes are drawn without blinking, the paper horse stands without raising its mane, and the horse cries without listening to the laughter, if you don’t remember the invitation of the King of Hell.”
Is this why all the paper figures in this shop are empty except for their eyes?
No matter how realistic a paper horse is, it will never have a mane.
Although there is no mention of oxen in this sentence, since ancient times, oxen have been leading the souls of the dead, and they have traveled across mountains and ridges, so there is no reason to be blind.
Feng Yun's simple words quickly broke all the rules of the papermaker's profession.
That's why the old man was so weird, and his eyes when he looked at Feng Yun were full of vigilance.
Facing the old man's inquiry, Feng Yun said without changing his expression:
"Don't ask, just tell me if it can be pricked. If not, I'll find another one."
What surprised the fat man was that the old man quickly came to Feng Yun, then pulled his right sleeve forward, hid his hand in the sleeve, and then handed the sleeve opening to Feng Yun:
"Take a step to speak..."
Feng Yun didn't seem surprised by this, and quickly put his hand into his cuffs.
The fat man could only see their hands, which seemed to be constantly changing in the sleeves. After a few seconds, the old man withdrew his hand, and then nodded gently:
"Okay! I'll give you a prick!"
After saying these words, the old man opened the door curtain and entered the back room.
The fat man looked at Feng Yun in astonishment:
"Director, what happened just now?"
"This is called 'swallowing gold in one's sleeves'. It seems that the craftsmanship of the boss's scumbag must have been passed down from generation to generation, otherwise he would not have been able to understand these ancient rules so well.
It's a pity, no matter how well-behaved people are, they still have to live. As long as the price is higher, things that can't be pierced can be pierced. "
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If the monthly tickets are counted today, I will continue to add more updates. I still have my hands and my liver.
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(End of chapter)
