Chapter 189

Finally, Yan Chu was defeated by the thick skinned blind man. Although he didn't admit any apprenticeship as the other party wanted, he took people with him when he left.

The memory given to him by the original body is not complete, so he still has a lot of places he doesn't know about this piece. Time is tight. At present, it seems that a veteran like the blind has become the best guide.

Usually a liar like him is looked down upon by people, but if you really want to say it, people don't do anything harmful. They earn 20 yuan for tea and say a lot of good words to make customers happy.

Sorry, Dutch act. According to the blind man himself, there are so many people with depression now. He made twenty yuan to help the customer relieve psychological pressure. No matter how many difficulties and grievances he made, he believed that the future was bright. He was benefiting mankind, reducing the incidence rate of depression and reducing suicide rate. The state did not give him a prize that moved the Chinese people.

It's interesting to chat with such a person who runs the train anytime and anywhere. The premise is that you can only listen to half of his words, and the rest is nonsense.

"You see, that short and thin man, the things on his stall look miscellaneous and worthless. In fact, this man does that. His things are better picked up by some familiar guests, but there are still some caught fish on the stall."

What the blind people say is "tumbling". Many of their custom streets sell goods with local characteristics, but there are many antique stalls here because of the large number of tourists.

"It's just that the real and fake things on his side are mixed. Whether you can pick good things depends on your eyesight. Compared with other stalls, you can't find a real product. He's better there, and there are many private contacts in their business. He doesn't have, and his friends don't. If you really have an antique you want to find, it's more appropriate to find him."

The blind man really lived up to Yan Chu's expectations. When he heard that he wanted to find something old, he immediately pointed out a direction to him.

The water in the antique industry is too deep. Yan Chu wants to find an antique. In fact, he can find some regular antique shops and antique dealers. There is no need to contact these thieves / tombs.

However, most of those antique dealers are actually in contact with such inverted / bucket dealers. Yan Chu found an antique dealer to buy and directly found an inverted bucket dealer to buy. There is still one link missing, which can save a lot of money.

The blind man estimated Yan Chu's financial resources and found a relatively safe way for the other party.

When they passed by, the peddler nicknamed Mao San had not opened today. He ate a tomato and looked at the passers-by. His eyes turned black and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Yo, two kids, come and see what I have here."

Seeing Yan Chu and the blind man coming towards him, Mao ate the tomatoes in his hand, licked his fingers and said to them.

"Mao San, it's me, blind."

The blind man took out his glasses, made a gesture with the fake beard he had torn off, and said to the thin vendor that although the disguise on his face was incomplete, he could see the shadow of the blind man before.

"Ho - I didn't expect you to be blind."

Just as a blind man knows this street, so does a local snake like Mao San.

In fact, people who have set up stalls here for a long time know that the fortune teller is not blind, but they don't know that he looks so young after removing the disguise on his face.

"This is my master. He wants to find something. Don't fool people."

The blind man flattered Yan Chu with a smile. He thought to himself, if he learned that skill, wouldn't he be able to lie down and collect money every day in the future.

"How much is this wood?"

Instead of refuting the blind man's words, Yan Chu squatted down and picked up a piece of wood pressed on the upper right corner of the booth. The wood looked dark, half shiny and half carbonized. Through the section, it could be seen that the wood core was faintly red.

I don't know why, this wood makes people feel frightened at first sight. The blind man's hand just touched the wood, and a cool breath rushed up from his fingertips. He immediately took his hand back and covered it with his other hand. He muttered that the wood was strange.

"It seems that he knows the goods. It's gloomy in the last year. It's a buy it now price of 100000."

Since Mao San is in this line of work, he is naturally not the kind of stupid vendor who doesn't understand anything. He knows what's true and what's false in this stall.

Really, it's natural to sell at the real price. If it's fake, you have to sell half of the real things. It's not in vain. He wasted his time here to set up a stall.

"During this time, I opened a big tomb. Things are good things, but I'm afraid you'll die for the money you earn."

Yan Chu pursed his lips, put down the gloomy wood, stood up and said.

"What big tomb? I don't know what you say. These are the treasures of my family."

Mao San's eyes twinkled. Not long ago, they did open a big tomb. Unfortunately, they were a little late. The good things in it had long been hollowed out, and there were some worthless things left.

This piece of wood was removed from the coffin in the tomb. The bones in the coffin were dug and buried.

In their business, they are also worried that these bad deeds will be punished on the next generation, but who makes the money fast? In order to dig out the big tomb, they spent a lot of money before and after, and they can't return in vain. At present, the coffin made of yinchenmu is the most valuable.

Finally, they took down the coffin. Everyone got a piece and sold it as ordinary wood. But I don't know which one leaked the news. Some big antique stores and antique dealers who received goods with them in the past knew that the wood was removed from the coffin and refused to accept it.

Originally, he wondered whether he would sell it in a distant place. After all, it was gloomy, but it was valuable.

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him also saw it. Mao San was not too nervous. He just thought where Yan Chu heard the news and deliberately deceived him to take away the treasure in his hand.

"Do you know why the ancients made coffins out of dead wood?"

Yan Chu just asked the other party a question.

"Because shady trees do not rot for thousands of years." Mao San replied without hesitation: "look at my wood. Half of it has carbonized. It is enough to see that the age of the wood is not short. Such a good thing will not have this shop after passing through this village."

Mao Sanxiao looked at Yan Chu and saw a lot of strange things in the field of inverted fighting. He knew what Yan Chu wanted to ask. He just wanted to say that the dead wood was used to raise corpses, but if there were such things as zombies in the world, they shouldn't have walked out of the tomb alive at that time.

He did not hesitate to look at Yan Chu. The boy was still young. I really thought it would scare him.

"Oh -"

Yan Chu snorted, and when Mao San was unprepared, he pressed hard on his back waist.

"Hiss - what are you doing?"

Mao San had a pain in his waist and his knees were sore. He almost didn't kneel in front of Yan Chu.

No one dared to treat Mao San like this. If he didn't want to hear how the other party explained, Mao San planned to call his brothers directly and let these outsiders see his skills.

"Master."

The blind man hurried forward. If he didn't buy it, he would have done it. How could he get started? Don't look at Mao San's amiable appearance. There can be several people in this business who are easy to provoke. I don't know if it can be counted in his face.

"Since you came back from that mausoleum, you shouldn't have slept for several nights. You always wake up in the middle of the night and sweat all over. You can continue to sleep for a long time?"

Yan Chu didn't care. Mao San wanted to eat his eyes, looked at his face, and said at a normal speed.

"In addition, you can also feel dizziness, tinnitus, hot flashes, night sweats, red tongue and less fluid. You always feel weak and tired after walking a few more steps. Am I right?"

With Yan Chu's words, Mao San's face changed and changed. Indeed, these points were right. Originally, he wanted to go to the hospital to see if there was something wrong.

"Who the hell are you?"

Mao San knew that there were still some unexplained common sense in the world. Therefore, after Yan Chu pointed out his problems, he took back his original eyes and calmed down a lot.

"The one who saved your life."

Yan Chu stretched out his hand and patted him hard on the back. Mao San suddenly felt that his symptoms had been alleviated a lot.

Since he came out of the tomb, he often felt a cold air condensing on his body, and no amount of clothes could alleviate it.

But with the other party's shot, that feeling immediately disappeared.

No matter how stupid Mao San was, he knew he had met an expert this time.

"This wood was originally on the coffin, and the position was just the position where the female corpse's head was resting in the coffin. At that position, the evil spirit was the heaviest. If you weren't the first person who broke the feng shui of the tomb, you might have died suddenly. Even now, I only slightly dispelled the evil spirit in your body. If you want to cure it, I'd better get rid of this wood as soon as possible. ”

A quarter of an hour ago, Yan Chu said that Mao San couldn't believe it, but now his body told him that what Yan Chu said was true, and that there was a female corpse in the coffin. Yan Chu couldn't know it yet.

"Fifty thousand, no, no, five thousand, master, if you want this wood, take five thousand."

Mao San really didn't dare to touch the wood now. Let alone touch it. He didn't even dare to see it. He was afraid that some female ghost would haunt him again.

Thinking of Yan Chu's words just now, I even doubt whether the ghost of the female corpse has been following me these days.

So recently, he has not explained how much he has been in bed. His ability to do things in bed is awesome. At least, those young ladies are satisfied with his performance. But these days, although the voices of those women calling / bed are equally good, he can sensitively detect that they are all acting out.

This situation has greatly hurt Mao San's self-esteem. Now all this is attributed to the female ghost. He feels much better all at once.

Yes, it must be the ghost.

This shady wood has been buried underground for at least 800 years, especially the warm cultivation of the Yin Qi of the dead body. It is extremely Yin and evil in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of the people in the Xuanmen, it is a good material for making runes and refining magic tools. Five thousand is just like picking up shit.

Before Yan Chu covered the heat with five thousand yuan in his pocket, he sent it out without hesitation.

"Master, you just said that my Yin evil spirit was only removed temporarily. Will there be something later? You have to save me."

Mao San took the five thousand yuan and quickly opened his wallet. He took out a thick stack of hundred yuan bills. He didn't leave one. Combined with the five thousand yuan, he returned it to Yan Chu again.

The blind man watched, his eyes almost staring out.

That stack of money is at least six or seven thousand. Is it so easy to get money now?

"If I take away the dead wood, the Yin and evil Qi in your body will not gather again. After you go back, take the pills in the bottle on time every day. Don't have sex for a month. If you accumulate virtue and do good deeds in the future, you can be carefree."

Yan Chu took out a small porcelain vase and didn't know what was in it.

"There is also this line. If you can stop, stop. If I'm right, you've been married for many years and haven't had children. This line damages Yin virtue. Even if it doesn't retribute on you, it will also retribute on your future generations. If you stop now, you may get a son and a half. It's too late."

Yan Chu said a few more words. He didn't know whether Mao San would listen.

"Master, I will consider your words."

Mao San is not young. Whether his ex-wife or his current wife, he doesn't know how much bitter potion he drank, and he hasn't been pregnant. Mao San wondered whether he had done this kind of thing before, but who made money more attractive. He can only muddle along with luck.

Now Yan Chu's words are to get rid of his flukes.

In his gratitude, Yan Chu took the pile of money and took the blind man away from the custom street.

******

"Master, you have real skills."

At this time, Yan Chu and the blind man were sitting on a noodle stall with a bowl of large beef noodles in front of them. It was still early. In addition to the two of them, three or four people sat separately on the noodle stall.

The more the blind man pondered, the more wrong he was. Before, the two families could be said to be lame, but Mao San was obviously not.

The other party has been fooling around in this area for so long. It is obvious that Yan Chu's words have come to the point, which makes Mao San so panic.

But how did Yan Chu see that he had those diseases? Was it really calculated? There is really a kind of capable person in the world who can calculate a person's fate by looking at his face?

The blind man had some doubts, but at the same time, thinking about his own affairs, he couldn't help making some changes.

"Dizziness and tinnitus, hot flashes and night sweats, red tongue and less fluid, backache and leg pain are all symptoms of kidney deficiency."

Yan Chu ate noodles. The stall owner of this noodle stall is an old couple who has made noodles for half a life. The noodles knead the muscles. The noodle soup is also boiled out of practical bones. Sprinkle with scallions, not to mention how fragrant it is.

He nodded secretly as he ate. He felt that he was lucky to spend eight yuan to eat such a bowl of real noodles on the street.

"It wasn't calculated."

Although the idea was more in line with the vision of the blind man, he couldn't help being disappointed when he heard that it wasn't calculated.

In fact, it's right to think about it. Mao Sangang took out a big tomb. He said he didn't find many good things, but he still had a harvest. According to his temperament, he held it in the mountains and forests for three or five months. When he came out, he couldn't relax.

I'm afraid I'm much more relaxed. If I hollowed out my insides, wouldn't it be kidney deficiency.

However, Yan Chu can guess these only by inference, which is also very powerful.

"No, you just patted Mao San. What is it?"

The blind man didn't care about eating noodles, so he wanted to understand his doubts.

He can remember that Mao San completely changed his attitude towards him after his shooting. It must be because there were some different results after that shooting that Mao San believed him like that.

Yan Chu had finished his noodles. He drank a delicious noodle soup, and then began to attack the only three pieces of beef. His expression was very pious, as if he had not heard the question of the blind man.

In fact, what he just said to Mao San is half true and half false.

He was indeed contaminated with Yin evil Qi, but not many. The existence of those Yin evil spirits was only enough to make his kidney deficiency come faster and more violent.

Even if he didn't intervene, those evil spirits would slowly disappear over time.

Mao's three point luck is still good. The tomb is definitely a corpse hole. When he got that piece of wood, he had checked it carefully. Many of the runes carved on the wood were clearly visible until today. If the person who designs the tomb is really thinking about it, in another hundred years, the corpse inside the body sucks the essence of the sun and moon, at least it is also the degree of stiffness.

Only when the refining of corpses did not achieve the climate, there was a wave of tomb robbers, who accidentally damaged the array inside and destroyed the anger in the mouth of the female corpse, leading to the destruction of all these layouts.

Without those "predecessors", Mao San and others would not be able to come out alive if they entered the tomb, not to mention splitting the coffin of other people's female corpses into pieces like this.

"Master, tell me more."

A blind man has a thick skin. He is not afraid of others' cold faces.

"I don't know your name yet."

Yan Chu cut off the topic. As an ordinary person, it's better for blind people to know less. At least they live a simple life.

"My name is Lin Yuan, and you, master."

"Poof -"

Yan Chu was drinking beef soup and all of it came out.

Seeing that he had only eaten two or three mouthfuls of flour bowl, the blind man was silent. He took out a paper towel and handed it to Yan Chu, asking him to wipe his mouth and hands covering his mouth. At the same time, he also wiped his face.

"Your name is Lin Yuan. I mean, it's quite feminine."

Yan Chu was a little stimulated. He almost knocked his lungs out. It was a long time before he calmed down.

He wiped the table in front of him with a paper towel and asked the boss for a bowl of noodles to compensate Lin Yuan.

"Really? I can't help it. My parents took it."

The blind man's eyes flashed, and then calmly smiled at Yan Chu.

Yan Chu, who calmed down, also smiled at him, and then quietly watched him finish the bowl of noodles.

At the beginning, he always thought that Lin Yuan was a woman or a woman who had a lot to do with the original body, because Yan Chu couldn't imagine what pain the original body had with the young man full of nonsense, so that he subconsciously forgot the emotional entanglement.

Thinking so, Yan Chu couldn't help looking at Lin Yuan and shivering.

However, although the other party says his name is Lin Yuan, who knows whether it is true or false, one thing is certain that even if he is not Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan must be a person who has a close relationship with the other party.

The blind man who had jumped off became quiet and ate the new bowl of noodles silently.

With this interruption, he didn't ask about Mao San again, but wrote it down in his heart.

*****

"Master, my house is not big, but it's enough for you to live in the next one. Don't worry. I've left a letter on your side. When the two families come to you three days later, they will naturally know about your move."

A few hours have passed, blind man. Now I have to change my name to Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan enthusiastically helped Yan Chu make his bed, and then introduced him to his family.

One afternoon was enough for Yan Chu to know something about him.

Parents died early, because no immediate family members were alive, they were sent to the welfare home in the city when they were young.

However, the conditions of the welfare home were not very good. He was sent in when he was seven and escaped secretly when he was ten.

At that time, the welfare home was not very formal. The president of the welfare home expected the head to take the money. Lin Yuan sneaked out himself, but the file was still recorded in the welfare home. The money was taken, but one person's living expenses were missing. The president of the welfare home didn't let anyone come to him.

In order to survive, Lin Yuan went to school during the day and picked up waste products to sell in his spare time. His house was still in his hands, there was a place to live, and the income from waste products was enough to maintain his life. In this way, he stayed on the custom street until he graduated from junior high school.

Yan Chu looked around the Lin family's house, an ordinary two bedroom, and could only see the traces of a person's life.

Yan Chu noticed that one of the two bedrooms was locked. Looking at the lock, it was rusty. I don't know how many years it hadn't been opened. There was a thick layer of dust on the upper area. It seems that Lin Yuan subconsciously avoided the room even if he cleaned it.

Lin Yuan added a single bed in his master bedroom. He generously let out the big bed and arranged his bedding on the single bed.

In the novel, the people of Xuanmen are always written very God. In fact, they are really powerful, but they are not omnipotent.

The heavenly eye of the original body was closed when he was found back by the Taoist priest. After Yan Chu came to the body, perhaps because the soul was stronger than ordinary people, the seal of the heavenly eye was lifted again.

But even so, he can't look at a person's past and present life without scruples.

Natural heavenly eyes also need to be cultivated. Just like Yan Chu now, he can see that a person's future is limited and his past is limited.

Facial features can show a person's life. The most accurate thing is the eight character. A large part of modern people are born by caesarean section. This acquired eight character is also inaccurate. Coupled with the emergence of cosmetic surgery, Yan Chu feels that the decline of Xuanmen still makes sense.

Just looking at Lin Yuan's face, all six relatives are dead. There are no living brothers and sisters, unless Lin Yuan straightens his face and affects Yan Chu's judgment.

"You'd better not call me master. My level is far from being able to recruit disciples."

Yan Chu hasn't absorbed all the skills he learned from the original body. How can he accept disciples? Isn't that wrong for people? Fortunately, he bought many talismans produced by the system before. Even if he encountered any difficult ghosts at this stage, he also had the opportunity to escape.

Thinking about it, Yan Chu took a look at the Maoshan talisman he now owned.

[Palm / heart / thunder] Mao mountain skill, expelling ghosts and evil spirits for ten times

[meteor fire shower] Maoshan skill is extremely powerful. It can be used against fierce ghosts three times

[transcendence mantra] Maoshan skill has a certain chance to surpass fierce ghosts for three times

The use times of these things are limited, and I don't know if he will encounter tasks related to ghosts in the future. If these things can be saved, it's better to kill them with one blow even if they need to be used.

"I see, master."

Lin Yuan said happily, "anyway, I've been waiting for you for 28 years. It doesn't matter if I wait a few more years. It's the so-called sincerity. Gold and stone are open. You'll take me as an apprentice sooner or later. Now I'll call master in advance."

"But master, do you really know fortune telling? Why don't you count one for me?"

Yan Chu was thinking about how to ask Lin Yuan's eight characters. Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to ask him for fortune telling.

"At 22:59 on August 4, 1997."

Lin Yuan helped Yan Chu tidy up the clean sheets. There was no trace on his face. He was a little nervous. He grabbed the back of his hand and appeared blue tendons.

"Are you sure it's this time?"

Yan Chu passed the day in his heart, then looked at Lin Yuan deeply and asked.

Now it's 2024. According to the algorithm of some regions, he can really be regarded as 28 years old. This eight character is in line with his age.

"Of course, I'm not even wrong about my birthday."

Lin Yuan's movements didn't stop. He was busy in the room. When he spoke, many of his movements deliberately avoided Yan Chu's examination and pointed his back at him.

"Where was your birthplace?"

Yan Chu asked.

"It's our Municipal Hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, but it's not the current address. It's the old hospital before the relocation, Nvzhen street. Now it has been changed into a community hospital."

Lin Yuan said, avoiding Yan Chu's sight.

In the past, the scale of traditional Chinese medicine hospital was small, and now there are more and more foreigners. The traditional Chinese medicine hospital has been expanded several times. Five years ago, it finally moved to another place, and the former traditional Chinese medicine hospital has become a local community hospital.

"If your name is Lin Yuan and you were born at this time and place, the person standing in front of me should not be a living person, but a ghost."

Yan Chu's heart sank. These years, days and hours correspond to the Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin time and Yin carving. Combined with the location of birth, they correspond to the Yin land. These are six Yin men and women.

If the man in front of him was really Lin Yuan, he should have died. Unless there was an adventure that saved his life, but according to Lin Yuan's face, Yan Chu didn't see a little death or distress. This is the most strange place.

"Impossible."

Lin Yuan's retort was loud.

"I mean, I'm still alive now. How can I die? It seems that you have a higher level of deception, master. You're not as good as me in fortune telling."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and reluctantly pretended to be happy.

"I said, master, you will tell people more good fortune telling in the future. Look, if I hadn't been filial, another person would have been angry. If the living man stood in front of you, you would say that he is dead. That's so unlucky."

Lin Yuan said endlessly, "Oh, I forgot that there is only one pillow core at home. Fortunately, there is a household goods store downstairs. Master, wait, I'll buy a new pillow."

He patted his head and turned to go out.

"Buy another thick quilt."

Yan Chu took out a pile of money and handed it to Lin Yuan. The reason why he agreed to move in with him was to get in close contact with him and inquire about something he wanted to know.

But at present, the conditions of the Lin family seem to be average.

Also, Lin Yuan alone tells fortune for some old men and women in places like custom street. He only charges 20 yuan at a time. It is estimated that there is little money left except for booth rent and daily expenses.

He saw that there were only two quilts at home, one thin and one thick. Now the weather is still a little cold. Just that thin quilt must catch a cold.

"Well."

Lin Yuan smiled and took the money without any excuse. Then she went out and didn't forget to bring the door.

"Impossible, impossible."

At the moment of closing the door, Lin Yuan's legs softened and knelt directly on the ground. He rubbed his sore knees, and then rubbed his stiff face, which had just smiled. The whole person walked downstairs like a departed soul.

Yan Chu didn't see this scene. He put down his few luggage and walked around the room. The living room, kitchen and bathroom were clean.

Cleanliness here does not mean hygiene, but the absence of those "dirty things".

After seeing all the rooms, Yan Chu stood outside the locked room, looked at the iron lock that was almost the same as the decoration for him, stared for a long time, turned and left.

He didn't notice that when he turned around, a faint shadow came out directly from him, and then disappeared into the closed door.