"No, my family is very poor. I am a child from a poor family." Aguan said.
"What? You're here! A child from a poor family? Then how did you get the money in your wallet..." Artai didn't believe it.
"You don't care how I got here, I didn't get here by stealing or kidnapping."
"It turns out that I have a good way to make money. No wonder you don't partner with me. What is the way to make money? Let me tell you..."
"I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I tell you."
"I'll do it! Old Sun, I can't do anything other than murder and arson. What kind of things like stealing, kidnapping, and abduction will scare me?" Artest shook his head, looking unconvinced. He paused for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Huh? Are you a drug dealer? I don't do drug trafficking."
"I said it wasn't robbery or kidnapping, so how could it be drug trafficking?" Aguan glared at him: "If you make money in the future, take good care of your grandma, and you don't have to pay me back. I won't be short of the money."
"Did I hear you correctly? Didn't you say that your family is very poor?" Artest choked on his cigarette.
"I'm not poor now, I just got a good job."
"Wow! What kind of good job is this?" Artest laughed loudly: "Oh! Look at your skinny skin and tender flesh, and your pretty face. Are you going to be a cowherd? I can be a cowherd, too. Look at me, I'm handsome. Yeah!"
Artest was still chattering endlessly. Aguan looked at the dusk sky, the orange sunset, the flowing clouds, and a few flying birds, and remembered some interesting things from his childhood.
He had almost forgotten what his grandma looked like. The buns made by his sixth wife were fragrant and delicious. Perhaps for this reason, he was reluctant to leave this old temple in the Sanheyuan.
The sun finally set and the sky was completely dark. A pot of soup and several plates of vegetables were placed on the red round table in the small temple.
Artai was frothing at the mouth as he picked up the food: "We set up a stall and did a little business, and we got our money back in no time."
Aguan ate three bowls of rice and Atai ate four bowls. As they ate, they both praised Liu Po's cooking skills.
"Okay." Sixth Po laughed and asked, "As long as you have something serious to do, what are you selling at the stall?"
"Uh..." Artest was stunned and scratched his head.
Aguan saw Liu Po looking at him and smiling, so he had to say: "We... are selling stinky tofu."
"Yes, yes, yes! Selling stinky tofu!" Artest laughed and patted Aguan on the shoulder.
"You can earn more than 200,000 yuan by selling stinky tofu?" Liu Po was stunned and didn't believe it.
"Uh uh... because it's not ordinary stinky tofu." Ataibi said gesticulating: "We sell high-end stinky tofu. This is the ancestral recipe of Aguan's family. It's fragrant, smelly, and delicious. Yeah."
"There are also kimchi with unique flavor." Aguan also cooperated with the acting.
"Your stall always has a name, right? Where is it? Grandma will go and eat some other day." Liu Po asked blankly.
"Name of the stall..." Artest hesitated, pretending to be chewing vegetables, but actually he was stalling for time. "High-end stinky tofu...of course it's called "high-end stinky tofu"!"
"Actually, it's called 'Guan Ji Stinky Tofu.'" Aguan rolled his eyes at Atai and added some knowledge about stinky tofu that he had learned from his father in the past, which frightened Liu Po for a moment.
Seeing that Liu Po still had questions, Artai quickly changed the subject. "Grandma, I have a question. Where is Ah Huo? Why are there so many little tiger cubs in the temple?"
The sixth wife is a temple blessing. Both of Atai's parents died when he was young. The sixth wife worked hard to raise him up by doing divination for others, performing rituals, and watching the fall. Artai learned to draw talisman from his grandmother since he was a child, and he developed good handwriting, which later became his skill in drawing talisman to deceive people.
The Sixth Po really knows a lot of strange arts, and Ah Huo is the Lord Tiger under the altar of the God in this small temple. One night a few months ago, for some reason, another Tiger Lord came to the temple and lay trembling beside the altar. The sixth wife didn't know why, so she took in the tiger master. From then on, tiger masters of all sizes came one after another, and dozens of them gathered for unknown reasons.
"Ah Huo, Ah Huo... yes, I haven't seen him for several days. A few nights ago, it seemed... it seemed... he ran out?" Liu Po frowned and tried to think, but she couldn't. If I can't get up, where is Ah Huo, the Tiger Lord who originally guarded the small temple?
"Huh? Weird?" Artai pointed to a corner of the kitchen, opened his mouth and asked, "Where is Mr. Zao?"
Aguan looked towards where Atai was pointing, and sure enough he saw a piece of wall the size of a coffee table on the wall in the corner. The color was cleaner than the surrounding colors. There was originally a small closet dedicated to Kitchen God, but for some unknown reason the closet moved away, revealing a relatively clean brick wall.
"The Kitchen God was worshiped over there, and my grandma was very pious. She never allowed me to enter the kitchen, for fear that I would steal the Kitchen God's offerings." Atai looked at the Sixth Po, and asked, "Why is the Kitchen God gone? "
The sixth wife stared at the wall, with a confused look on her face. She murmured to herself: "It seems... It seems that in the middle of the night one day, I moved the Kitchen Lord, but where... I can't remember. Get up...how could this happen? Why did you move for no reason...where did you move to?"
When Atai saw Liu Po's appearance, he just thought that she was old and had to work hard every day, so he stopped asking any more questions and casually told some stories about Liu Po's early days when she helped people perform magic to exorcise evil spirits. Liu Po was also happy to answer the conversation. The grandfather and grandson sang together and told many stories. This really aroused Aguan's interest and he listened with gusto.
"Liu Po, have you ever heard of the temple 'Shunde Emperor's Mansion'?" Aguan asked, thinking that Liu Po was a temple priest and might have some gossip about "fellows".
As soon as the Sixth Po heard the name of Emperor Shunde, she lowered her face and snorted: "Why haven't you heard of it? That temple has been very popular recently..."
A gust of wind blew, and the lights in the temple dimmed. Aguan's eyes were dim, and a stinging pain penetrated his head.
The light came back on, and Aguan's hand holding the bowl was still shaking, and he could hardly hold the chopsticks steadily.
Artai looked around, shook his head and said, "This house is so old, and there is a problem with the wiring. Grandma, when I make money, I will renovate this place... Grandma?"
"Emperor Shunde, benevolent people, full of blessings for the world, great mercy, great kindness..." Liu Po's face was stiff, her eyes were still glowing with a very light green light, and her whole body was trembling.
Aguan stood up in shock and looked at Liu Po with his mouth wide open. What Liu Po read was exactly the flattering sentence used by Shunde Palace believers to praise Lord Shunde.
At this time, Liu Po's eyes were wide open, and she kept repeating the sentence "Benefiting the common people, blessing the world...", she read it once, and again, and again, and couldn't stop.
"Grandma?" Artai was startled. He had watched his grandma practice exorcisms since he was a child, and had seen many instances of ghosts possessing him. The grandma in front of me looked like she was being fucked.
"How could this happen?" Artest reached out and patted Liu Po on the shoulder. He felt a sting on his face as Liu Po gave him a hard slap in the face. He bounced far away and rolled on the ground.
"Ah! It hurts me to death!" Artest covered his face and struggled to sit up. Aguan was so frightened that he took several steps back.
Liu Po's eyes were straight, and she kept reciting the same hymn. She still held the chopsticks in one hand and kept poking at the table, making "knock, knock, knock" sounds.
The lights suddenly started to flicker on and off, and the surrounding atmosphere was indescribably weird and scary.
After a few tiger roars, the tiger men in the temple came out from all directions, and suddenly the lights stopped flashing.
Liupo closed her mouth. When she saw Aguan and Atai retreating to a corner and the other sitting on the ground, she asked blankly: "What's wrong with you? If you don't enjoy the soup, why are you traveling so far? Monkey grandson." , what are you doing sitting on the ground? Hey, why are all these tiger cubs coming out?"
A group of tiger men were wandering around the house, looking and sniffing everywhere, but found nothing, and they all disappeared in a flash.
Artest covered his face and returned to the table. The left side of his face was swollen, and red five-finger prints were clearly printed on his cheek.
"Ouch! What's wrong with your face, Monkey Sun?" Sixth Po asked.
"Grandma, it was you who hit me..." Artai said, covering his face.
"What? How is that possible? I'm eating here, why do I beat you so well?" Liu Po said in surprise.
"Grandma, the way you acted just now was as if a ghost had taken possession of you..." Artai looked a little scared.
"How is that possible? Monkey Sunzi, don't talk right and wrong. Your grandma has been hiding away from the ghost since she saw it. How dare you come to get on me?" Sixth Po said angrily. But when she saw Aguan and Atai looking at her with horror, and saw the obvious palm prints on Atai's face, she knew that no matter how naughty her unworthy grandson was, he would not lie like this. She was quiet for a while and finally sighed.
