He Qiangbing didn't come back until dark.
He seemed to be having a great time. He came in humming a tune, put the bag he was carrying on the table, and said impatiently: "I want to become a master of Master Daozheng. I have found out clearly that every time Pan Guixiang goes to Falin Temple , they must talk to Master Daozheng about Buddhism."
I couldn't help but smile.
There are three famous eminent monks in Falin Temple. In addition to Abbot Xinzheng, they are Daozheng and Fazheng, and both of them have their own specialties. Fazheng is good at predicting fortune-telling, splitting words and interpreting dreams, while Daozheng is good at explaining in vernacular that everyone can understand. Buddhist scriptures have profound meanings and are closely related to social reality and national policies.
Therefore, many important people with status there prefer to have honest discussions with colleagues.
As for things like fortune telling and solving doubts, that is what the women in the family have to do.
He Qiangbing has no abilities and no small thoughts. He only wants to get to know Pan Guixiang.
In his mind, he probably thought that he could climb a high branch in this way, and from then on he would do business with his left hand and his right hand like Brother Xiang, making money easily without even bending his waist.
But he didn't think about it, why would a great monk like Daozheng, who had no connections, accept him as his disciple? How could a top-notch man like Pan Guixiang be the one he wanted to get to know?
"This is a good choice. After joining Daozheng, you will soon get to know Pan Guixiang."
"That's right. I only confirmed it after careful inquiry."
He Qiangbing was very proud and felt that he had done a pretty good job.
I looked at the sandalwood he bought. The packaging thickness and fragrance were all different, and they were bought from at least six or seven companies.
"Did you buy this sandalwood at my request?"
"Yes, I asked from door to door. It's not that the female boss doesn't buy it."
"What's the last name of the boss, and what's the name of the shop?"
"Well, I didn't ask this, and you didn't ask me to ask either."
"When I go back, I can remember which one it is."
"This, this, it should work. There are names of each store on the wrapping paper..."
He Qiangbing cast his eyes to the lower right corner, which was a sign of guilty lies.
Obviously, he didn't remember where he bought it.
I smiled and didn't ask any more questions. I told him that he didn't need to come over tomorrow and would go directly to Falin Temple. I would buy some more sandalwood as requested, and then gave him another hundred yuan.
He Qiangbing readily took the money and went home happily.
I plucked the pile of sandalwood. It was worth more than forty yuan at most.
The name of the store printed on two of the packages of incense was Fu Sheng She.
This is opened by Falin Temple itself.
That's good, sometimes being stupid can be an advantage.
I found several pots and filled them with various medicinal materials that I bought at street pharmacies when I was wandering around. Then I broke up the sandalwood and soaked it in it. After soaking it for different times, I took it out to dry in the sun. It was medicine that could be used in different situations. fragrant.
All the materials needed by a warlock to perform a spell must be prepared by himself, so as to ensure that there will be no mistakes when using them.
The first three years I spent with Sister Miao were mainly about learning how to prepare various materials from her. After the next seven years, she stopped doing it and I prepared all the materials.
I once questioned Sister Miao about this, thinking that the materials she used should not be prepared by me.
Sister Miao told me that if one day I meet someone who can entrust my life to me, I can also ask this person to help me prepare materials.
I think Sister Miao is this person, but she never helps me prepare materials.
Therefore, what can be entrusted with life is simply an excuse for her to be lazy.
Preparing materials is a tedious and meticulous task that consumes a lot of patience.
If I could be lazy, I wouldn't want to do it myself.
After soaking all the sandalwood, he ground the powder to make cigarettes, and agreed to Zhang Baoshan's request. Considering the four white shells of the Yellow Crane Tower, he couldn't wait too long.
While grinding the medicine, I heard a rustling sound in the yard.
Something was moving, something small, somewhere between a local dog and a house cat.
This thing did not run around like a normal beast, but came straight to the door of the consulting room with a clear and clear goal.
A gentle knock on the door sounded immediately.
I waited a few seconds before getting up and opening the door.
Standing at the door was an upright yellow man with a small leather bag in his mouth. As soon as he saw me opening the door, he put the bag on the ground at the door, clasped his front paws, bowed to me three times, and then lay down. He stopped moving on the ground.
I gave it a light kick.
Cold and stiff.
But he was already dead.
I looked around and saw nothing unusual. I turned around and went into the house. I changed the incense burner on the window with three sticks of green incense. Then I found the mask and gloves and put them on. Then I took the yellow leather bag and the leather bag into the house. Putting it on the ground, I didn't rush to dispose of it, but continued to crush the medicine. After crushing the medicine, I started evening classes, wrote and practiced boxing, and then packed up and went to bed.
After sleeping for a while, I heard rustling footsteps again, and then a knock on the door.
He is still a yellow-skinned man, still holding a small leather bag in his mouth. He kowtows when he opens the door, and does not move after kowtowing.
I did the same thing and took it into the consulting room and put it away.
This whole night went through seven twists and turns.
The last one not only held a leather bag in its mouth, but also presented a photo.
In the photo, Feng Juan was standing on tiptoes, raising her head and kissing my face.
There is a line of writing on the back of the photo.
"Stay three feet away when you hear a voice, don't criticize him when you meet him, and join the seven stars today, he will be blessed with good fortune and longevity."
I put away the photos and went back to the house to sleep.
This time I slept peacefully until four o'clock in the morning. I got up as usual to practice Qi Zhanzhuang. After finishing my morning class, I entered the consulting room again. The row of yellow leather on the floor was obviously rotten.
This shows that they were actually already dead before they arrived.
Happy birthday to Seven Corpses!
It's both an excuse and a threat.
I have accepted the gift, I wish you a long life and extended blessings.
If you don't know what to do after receiving the gift, then I wish you an early reincarnation.
Still open the bag.
Inside each leather bag was a gold bar.
Judging from the style imprint, it is still an old item from the Republic of China.
What a big deal.
No wonder there is such a thing as selecting spirits from ashes.
This was expected, but it took so many days for him to take action, so he was really able to keep his composure.
I collected the gold bars and took the weasel's body to the backyard to dig a hole and bury it. Then I returned to the consulting room and took out the puppet primer from the incense burner.
Under the influence of needles and incense ash, the puppet's feet have already shown obvious dents.
I pulled out the fine needle inserted, washed the incense ashes with clean water, used yellow mounting paper to rub the shape of the puppet, drew a talisman frame around the rubbing mark, and wrote seven wind characters on the rubbing mark, and then Fold the yellow paper into a circle and bury it deeply in the incense burner.
After completing this procedure, I found a string and hung the puppet under the eaves of the consulting room.
After receiving the birthday gift, you have to explain it to someone.
The original purpose of suppressing nightmares was to deal with Qian Mian Hu, but now Qian Mian Hu is dead, the Paihua Gang has been completely wiped out, and everyone has done enough etiquette, so I have no reason to continue to investigate further.
When people in Jianghu talk about Jianghu affairs, they only ask about right and wrong, not good and evil.
It's just that this nightmare-suppressing primer is given to them. Whether they can crack it depends on their own ability.
