When Chen Wenhu was doing business in the sea, he met a Thai woman. She was a local middleman in Thailand who specialized in selling Buddhist amulets. Her name was Ya Lisa. They met by chance and soon became friends with him when he was new to the sea.
During the period, Yalisha learned that Chen Wenhu wanted to go into business and was involved in selling tobacco, so she introduced the role of Buddhist amulets to the latter.
But how could Chen Wenhu, who had grown up under the red flag, believe this? He rejected Yalisa's kindness from the beginning.
However, the way to sell tobacco was frequently blocked, and the relationship between suppliers and personnel was not smooth. Out of helplessness, Chen Wenhu contacted Ya Lisa and spent 30,000 yuan to get a Buddhist amulet from her. , this Buddha amulet is said to be made by the famous local Azan in black in Thailand. It is limited to ten pieces every year. After wearing it, you can quickly gain evil wealth.
At this point, Chen Wenhu, who was wearing a Buddhist amulet, started to have a smooth life. His business of selling tobacco grew bigger and bigger, he made a lot of money, and he had close ties with many black and white figures.
But there is an old saying that goes well, the higher you fly, the harder you fall. What is yours will always be yours. If it is not yours, even if you grab it, you won't keep it long.
As time flew by, Chen Wenhu gradually became indifferent to the existence of the Buddha amulet. Regular social activities made him forget about the worship of the Buddha amulet. At first, he only occasionally saw a child calling him in his dreams. He didn't care about it either.
Later, Chen Wenhu actually saw a strange child squatting in the corner of his room at night, staring at him. His eyes were extremely malicious and his voice was extremely cold.
He couldn't sleep that night, his mind was filled with the image of the child, and Yalisha's warning when she handed the amulet to him also rang in his ears.
"The Buddha's amulet has a spirit, and it needs to be fed with three drops of blood every day. Fruits must be offered as offerings. Anyone who violates this rule will suffer backlash."
Needless to say what happened next, Chen Wenhu's insomnia symptoms became more and more serious, and he lost weight twice in just a few days. Several knowledgeable people were invited to come and look at the problem, but they could not solve the problem until Huang Jiatangkou intervened. It improved slightly, but the symptoms were treated, not the root cause, and it returned to its original state within two days.
At this point, the hook-nosed old man also fell silent.
"I don't know whether to live or die. The ghost boy himself is evil, and those fed with human blood are even more evil. According to your description, it is just the result of the ghost boy's rebellion, but I feel that the matter is far more than that simple. I can't help but want to see it. ."
I grinned, my sharp fangs flickering in and out.
This scene was also captured by the young man in a red suit driving the car through the rearview mirror. The next moment, he was so frightened that he suddenly lost his voice and said, "Fuck, brother...brother, what's going on with your teeth?"
Hearing this, I deliberately opened my mouth and smiled evilly: "What, is there a problem?"
Gulu~
When the young man saw this, he was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat and even swallowed saliva much faster.
"Look at how cowardly you are. If Master wants to trick you, do you still need to look like this?"
However, the hook-nosed old man was not surprised and turned to scold the young man.
"Uncle Lin, this is my natural reaction, okay? Which normal person has teeth as sharp as a wolf's?"
After finishing speaking, the young man explained innocently.
"Old man, you do have some skills, your eyes are clear and sharp, your nose is straight, and you are also a good practitioner. I think the success of this matter is indispensable for your help, right?"
At this time, I put away my fangs, then raised my hand and handed the hook-nosed old man a cigarette.
"Master, you're kidding me. I'm just a rough guy. I'll do whatever the master of the house tells me to do. Also, how did you know that I'm a practicing master?"
The hook-nosed old man smiled and gently pushed away my hand offering the cigarette, and then asked.
"Old man, you have a lot of calluses on your hands, most of which are concentrated on your fingers. It can be seen that they are caused by practicing finger skills for many years. Moreover, your voice is as loud as a bell, which is enough to prove that you have advanced Qi nourishing skills. Based on these, I concluded that you are A practitioner."
I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, so I can easily tell whether a person is a practicing martial artist or not. The other person specializes in finger skills, and I am afraid it has something to do with eagle claws.
If it were really an eagle claw, it would be a bit scary. As we all know, the longer the eagle claw skill is practiced, the more powerful it becomes.
I ask myself that my Eagle Claw Kung Fu is only at the entry level, and I don’t have many calluses on my hands. After all, I mainly practice boxing and kicking kung fu, and it is balanced in all aspects. I don’t train hard on one person specifically, but the opponent is different. I practice it until my fingers are all covered with it. It is covered with thick calluses. If you scratch it, you will lose some skin even if you die.
"Master has good eyesight. When I was young, I studied Eagle Claw Kung Fu with my teacher. Thinking about it carefully, I think it has been more than thirty years, but I am also a little ashamed that I could not use it on the right path."
The hook-nosed old man laughed at himself, with an unknown look of exhaustion flashing through his eyes.
"The young monk observes that the benefactor is upright. Although there is murderous intention in his eyes, he is restrained and does not express himself. I guess he is not the kind of person who bullies the weak and oppresses others with force."
At this time, Kong Ming, who had not spoken since getting in the car, suddenly said.
After the words fell, the hook-nosed old man suddenly stopped laughing, and continued: "Master, you are ridiculous. I don't know how much blood my hands have been stained with. I can't even count them. It's just my personality. I haven't committed any sins that are harmful to nature. ."
While we were talking and laughing, the car suddenly turned quickly, and then the three of us saw a three-story villa built in an empty community slowly appearing in front of us.
"It's really a different life for rich people. Master Kongming, you have to behave well. If you give me a clean up, won't the money for the sesame oil be properly secured?"
I stretched out my hand and patted Kong Ming, smiling.
"Come on, little monk. I'm only responsible for saving people. As for money, more or less depends on your heart. Don't force it."
Hearing this, Kong Ming responded with a serious expression.
"You can pull it off. I'm kind enough to get some cigarette money for you and I'm pouting. Do you want it? Anyway, I want it. The money for cigarettes is too expensive. If I don't do something else, I'm afraid I'll have to smoke northwest wind." ."
I rolled my eyes at him and touched the shriveled cigarette case again, thinking I might as well make a good profit this time.
After saying that, the car slowly stopped in the courtyard.
"Three masters, you can get out of the car. Next, I will take you to see the head of the family. It's a tiring journey. I'll ask the kitchen to cook a few dishes and we'll chat while we eat."
The hook-nosed old man got out of the car first and opened the door for us, and then said with a smile on his face.
"Old man, this relationship is great. I haven't gotten into any trouble along the way. Please make some arrangements."
As soon as I finished speaking, I first held a cigarette in my mouth, and then said to the hook-nosed old man with his hands clasped in fists.
