"We went to this ancient street a few days ago." Lin Yan didn't expect it to be the same ancient street. "Brother, does the liar you mentioned have any characteristics? Maybe I saw him then too."
"Features..." Qin Can's mind flashed with Gao Cun's appearance. He hadn't seen Gao Cun for quite a while, and he didn't know how well he was doing selling talismans. "Just the two small mustaches on his mouth..."
He paused, thinking of the fake beard Gao Cun sometimes wore, and added, "Maybe he doesn't have a beard anymore. He's changed his ways now, but he's still selling talisman paper. I wonder if you've noticed."
"Selling talisman paper..." Lin Yan exchanged a glance with Meng Qinian beside him, and instantly thought of Master Gao who sold talisman paper they met in the ancient street. It was because of Master Gao that he was able to meet Li Shu.
"What's wrong? Have you seen it?" Qin Can looked at their expressions and said, "It should be easy to see his stall. It's near the entrance to the ancient street. You can see it not far after walking in."
After hearing what Qin Can said, Lin Yan felt that the Master Gao he met seemed to be the liar he was talking about, and all the information matched.
But he couldn't believe that Master Gao was actually a liar before.
In order to verify his guess, Lin Yan asked, "Brother, what's the last name of this liar you're talking about?"
"My surname is Gao." Qin Can said.
Lin Yan: “…” It’s really the same person.
"Qin Can, my phone is stuck. Please wait a moment longer." The uncle looked up at me and said without embarrassment, "The seven-handed one, the difficulty you have is stuck..."
Seeing this, Jingchen asked, "What's wrong?"
The uncle coughed heavily, took his phone, glanced at Qi Zhou, and said loudly: "Qin Can, that was a second-hand item you bought with the little money you had left when you went up the mountain to buy incense two days ago. Could you please not tell your master..."
Lin Yan hummed, looked at the dishes that had just been put on the table, and said with a smile: "It's bad, eat slowly, and talk while you eat."
Seeing Jingchen staring at my phone for a long time and talking, my uncle couldn't help but feel a little panicked and asked, "Qin Can?"
The uncle touched his head, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally came down. He chuckled and said, "Qin Can, you are the worst."
On the other side, Baiyun Temple.
The uncle was startled by the sudden sound and hurriedly paused what he was watching.
"Bad." Huo Ying raised his hand and unlocked the phone which had automatically turned off earlier. He just tapped the screen with his finger for a long time when he saw that I didn't move.
Jingchen collected his thoughts and returned the phone to me, "Do you remember that I just took his phone from him last week? It was a new one, right?"
Outside the paused screen, I saw a woman standing behind a shiny crimson coffin. The surrounding environment was very dark, and the moonlight coming through the window just illuminated the area where the coffin was placed. Judging from the woman's posture, she seemed to want to open the coffin.
The uncle touched the front of his head and continued, "Huo Ying also knows about it. Your cultivation is too shallow. You can't see the details just through the screen. What if Qin Can came to take a look?"
Wenxuan nodded and picked up the chopsticks at hand, "Bad."
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Wenxuan nodded. "And the most common thing is that they decide who the talisman will be sold to by drawing lots. You even asked a passerby, and I said that the talisman they sell is very effective..."
Jingchen raised his hand and knocked on my head, "He, Qin Can, do you look like someone who would complain?"
I was just worrying about finding the person, but I didn't expect that I would find him so slowly.
Wenxuan thought about what Lin Yan had just said, scratched his head, and said in a surprised tone, "It was Brother Guo. He said I had changed my ways, so why is he still selling talisman paper here? Did I cheat him out of the talisman paper you bought? Why are the talisman paper I'm selling now so effective?"
My uncle frowned and was about to squat down to pick it up, but the person coming had not yet stopped behind me.
"Some people speculated that I had encountered a ghost, and that the ghost of the coffin owner appeared and told me to stop. No one speculated that it was all a scripted hype, and that the coffin and other things were pre-prepared. But it does look fake to you. This coffin doesn't look weird at all, and the color change also seems artificial."
"So that's how it is." Wenxuan suddenly realized.
Jingchen hummed, bent down to pick up the phone on the ground, and was about to give it back to me, but he paused when his eyes fell on the phone screen.
"Brother, we really did run into this liar you mentioned. When you went there, my stall was incredibly popular, with a line of people lining up."
"That person has now responded to the incident, and we know whether he is dead or alive."
Jingchen smiled, glanced at my phone, and asked casually, "What is he watching? Look, why is there no one standing behind the coffin down there? Is he watching a movie?"
Uncle Shi was not interested in small talk and started chatting. "Qin Can, it's a movie. You're watching videos over there. This guy is a live streamer. Last night, I was live streaming exploring this abandoned mental hospital and found an unsealed coffin in a ward outside."
Jingchen nodded, "He played the video from the beginning."
Lin Yan said: "Yes, what I'm selling is not Master's talisman paper, but Master refused to let me sell it. So we can be considered a cooperative relationship."
Wenxuan's pupils suddenly contracted as he spoke, and he suddenly realized something. Before Huo Ying could speak, he said, "Could it be that I'm selling your sister's talisman paper?!"
"The strange thing is that the coffin was originally white, but it turned red before we knew it. When the host was about to open the coffin, the screen of the live broadcast room suddenly turned white, but there was no sound. From the host's mouth, we learned that it seemed like a young girl suddenly appeared, and then the live broadcast room was closed directly." said the uncle.
Jingchen had just returned to the Taoist temple. As he passed by a certain spot in the front yard, he happened to see a Taoist priest hiding in a corner with a broom, playing with his phone. He paused, then turned and walked over, saying, "Uncle Master, you're slacking off again."
I glanced at the phone on the ground, raised my head without feeling guilty, and looked at the woman behind me who was also wearing a Taoist robe and had a pretty face. I clenched the broom in my hand and said, "Master, Qin Can is bad..."
I was just about to slip my phone out of my robe, but it was too easy and I accidentally dropped the phone on the ground.
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows. It turned out that Di Cun had really made it. Without Li Shu's talisman paper, anyone else would be able to sell it well. "Really?"
I paused for a moment, then said, "By the way, I also know your sister..."
Jingchen's eyes narrowed. No matter how unfamiliar that environment was to me, that coffin was exactly what I used to keep corpses.
Jingchen's eyes flickered slightly, "Anchor... then what about before?"
Lin Yan's mouth twitched slightly when he heard that. That clever idea was indeed something that only Di Cun could come up with.
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