Chapter 5: Labor in exchange for remuneration, reasonable
With the disappearance of the wild god, the confusion that had lingered in Lu Zhi's mind for so long completely dissipated. Whether it was a psychological effect or something else, he even felt that he could see things more clearly than before.
"Is this the end?" Lu Zhi was a little incredulous.
The imagined Taoist fight was not seen. I only saw Qin Qinsen punching the thing with his fists, making a few gestures, and muttering a few unclear words that sounded like spells, and that was it over?
Qin Qinsen sneered, "The one we met today was just a small country spirit. Don't worship gods carelessly when you go out in the future. If you provoke a wild immortal or wild god with some Taoist power, no one will be able to stop you."
He turned to face Huang Xinyi, who looked dazed, and said, "Do more good deeds, accumulate more virtue, and don't take everything back. If all else fails, buy a Rubik's Cube to play with and exercise your brain more."
Don't act like a naive person and be fooled every day. She actually believed what you said about helping her improve her fortune and make a fortune.
The truth is all written on the talisman - first it absorbs other people's good luck, and then exchanges all the accumulated luck for it, and it goes without saying who it is given to.
"So the boss lady didn't gain any benefits at all and was just used as a tool?"
She was covered in wounds, her spirit tense and fragile, and the slightest movement could scare her to death. Lu Zhi's expression was complicated, "I don't know where she got it from."
Swallowing the cold noodles in his mouth, Qin Qinsen said, “You can go and ask, and if you come back to provoke something unclean again, I’ll give you a discount.”
Huang Xinyi's neurotic laughter after the Wild God disappeared and the screams of the flower arrangement teacher whose world view was overturned appeared in his mind again. Lu Zhi shook his head desperately. He didn't want to go to the flower shop again even if he was beaten to death. He only felt at ease after throwing away all the potted plants.
I don’t know how those other unlucky guys like him are doing now. I hope their luck has not been sucked away by the wild gods and they are about to die, right?
After a busy night, Qin Qinsen finally had some free time. He ate his noodles slowly and leisurely, taking a sip of iced drink from time to time, enjoying himself immensely.
"So this means... everything is fine?"
"Yeah." Noticing the hesitation and worry in Lu Zhi's brow, Qin Qinsen said bluntly, "There's no bloody smell on that thing, no one is dead, don't worry."
The sorcery of sucking luck sounds scary, but looking at the performance of the flower art studio, one can guess that the effect is really average. Otherwise, the residual luck leaking out from the fingers of the Wild God would be enough to make the studio rich, so why would the boss Huang Xinyi need to go out to promote it?
Lu Zhi's situation is also easy to explain. He was in a bad year, so despite his inherent evil spirit, he couldn't escape the spell's influence. It was precisely because of his strong evil spirit that ghosts and demons were difficult to see, but he could hear sounds that didn't belong to the mortal world, which led to his seemingly inexplicable behavior.
After locking the smirking man outside, Qin Qinsen breathed a sigh of relief. How could someone be like a husky when they're down, and then like a husky ready to demolish a scene once the crisis is over?
Following the old Taoist priest's custom, a portion of the reward was donated to charity, and the rest was deposited into the account. For a semi-finished wild god, a few thousand yuan was enough as a token of appreciation. If you charged more, the old Taoist priest would scold you.
Thinking of the old Taoist priest, Qin Qinsen was thinking about buying some incense, candles and paper money for worship tomorrow. He wondered if the old Taoist priest could receive the things he burned here.
The next day, Qin Qinsen, who slept until noon, woke up to a burst of noise.
The man's slightly aged voice rang out from upstairs, "You hung that thing to harm our entire family. Take it away immediately, or I won't be polite!"
"Uncle Li, what I hung is a peace amulet!" The woman standing inside the door looked helpless.
"Bullshit! You're still installing that surveillance camera! You've been spying on our house all day and night, and now you're hanging these things again. You have bad intentions!"
Uncle Li was so angry that he reached out to break the rope of the amulet hanging on the door.
"ah!"
A scream rang out, and Qin Qinsen ran upstairs following the sound, "What happened?"
The noisy Mr. Li covered his hands with a painful expression, "Yes, there is a hidden weapon!"
What the hell?
Not to mention Qin Qinsen, even the woman who was hanging the talisman was stunned. She had bought the talisman this morning at the Taoist temple for 600 yuan. If it really was a hidden weapon, how could the old man next door be injured first?
But Uncle Li's expression didn't seem fake.
Qin Qinsen looked at the "hidden weapon." It was a simple piece of yellow paper with red ink, shaped like a triangle and hung from the doorknob with a red string. A decorative tassel hung from the bottom. It looked like something from a temple or Taoist temple. As he got closer, he could smell the faint scent of incense.
"Be careful!" Uncle Li saw Qin Qinsen preparing to touch the yellow talisman paper like him and hurriedly warned him. But not only did the other party not do anything, he even turned the yellow talisman paper over and over, touching it from beginning to end, and was about to open it for inspection.
"Uncle Li, please loosen your hand. If it really doesn't work, let's go to the hospital." Qin Qinsen placed the yellow talisman and turned his head to check Uncle Li's covered hand.
His palms were red and swollen, and blisters appeared on the fingers that had touched the yellow talisman.
"Ah!" The woman immediately went back to the house to get the medicine box, "Hurry and deal with it."
"Get out! I don't need your fake kindness!" Uncle Li said angrily and turned around and ran home.
"Hey—" The woman couldn't stop him and was even knocked back. "Sorry for waking you up."
Qin Qinsen's hair was messy and there were a few marks on his right cheek. He looked like a young man who had taken advantage of the weekend to sleep in.
"It's okay, then what about Mr. Li - put it down!"
Uncle Li ran out at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his age, holding a pair of large scissors in his hand, and went straight to the amulet hanging on the woman's door.
"Old Li, what are you doing?"
The noise was so loud that all the neighbors upstairs and downstairs came out to watch. Uncle Li turned a deaf ear to the shouts of his acquaintances and picked up a pair of scissors to give the amulet a complete makeover.
After one cut of the scissors, Uncle Li froze in place and didn't move for a long time.
"What's wrong with you!" The woman's helpless expression suddenly turned into anger, and she made a gesture to pull someone.
Who would have thought that Qin Qinsen would suddenly appear and say, "Hey, we are neighbors. Let's talk it out. Let's go in and talk."
He brought the person and the amulet into the house, then turned around and locked the door.
Ignoring nothing else, Qin Qinsen tapped Uncle Li's forehead with one hand and drew a talisman in the air with the other. "The sun rises in the east. I bestow a talisman to sweep away all evil!"
"belch--"
Uncle Li burped so loudly that Qin Qinsen felt his feet tense. He ran to the open window and took a deep breath of fresh air.
"What did you do to him?" The old man who was full of energy and wanted to fight with her just now froze in place after Qin Qinsen's gesture, his eyes bulged out, his neck stretched out and he burped violently.
Before long, the house was filled with a foul stench. The woman had no choice but to imitate Qin Qinsen's actions and seek a breath of fresh air by the window. "What happened to him?"
"He brought something unclean, just drive him away and it'll be fine. Hang the amulet in the living room later, and I'll draw you an amulet to dispel evil spirits." Qin Qinsen kept waving his hands to fan the air. "Oh my god, that stinks! Has he been acting strangely lately? He's completely different from before?"
The woman nodded hesitantly, then shook her head.
They live in a seven-story apartment in a village in the city, with no elevator, but it's a great value for money. When they first moved in two months ago, Mr. Li, a kind-hearted man next door, saw that it was inconvenient for her to move with her child, so he offered to help her look after her son for a while and even found several young men to help her move faster.
Since last week, someone has been making rustling noises in the hallway late at night, occasionally banging on her door. When she opened it, no one was there, frightening her son to tears and unable to sleep all night. She then quickly installed a security camera at the front door and went to Qingyi Temple to get two amulets: one for her son's pillow and one for the front door.
Who knew Uncle Li’s reaction would be so intense?
After hearing the woman's description, Qin Qinsen pondered for a moment and borrowed a pen and paper from her. "I'll draw a calming talisman for you first. The child is still young and can't stand being scared."
Looking at the finished product written in black and white, Qin Qinsen frowned, but with limited materials on hand, he could only make do with it. "Put it under the pillow together with the amulet from Qingyi Temple."
You have to buy talisman paper, cinnabar and other things quickly. A4 paper can only be used in emergencies and is not of any major use.
"Hey, young man, can your black and white words work?" Uncle Li recovered and came up to the two of them and suddenly said something.
Two heads turned to stare at Uncle Li, making him feel uncomfortable. He started to talk for fun, "Well, well, there's a street of dead people in Siyun Village next door. They sell yellow talismans, gold and silver paper, and so on..."
"Uncle Li, are you okay?" The woman couldn't help but take a few steps back. The stench just now was too unforgettable.
"It's okay, it's okay. Aside from feeling a little dizzy, there's nothing else wrong."
"Uncle, have you been to the Street of the Dead recently?" Qin Qinsen asked curiously.
"Oh yes, isn't the Ghost Festival coming soon? I should burn some paper money for my spouse and the others."
After adding the two of them to his WeChat, Qin Qinsen repeatedly told them not to run around and to stay in the house until he came back, and then he rushed to Siyun Village.
The midday sun was scorching, burning people's skin. Siyun Village was next door, so the taxi meter would still run. If it weren't for the increased risk of accidents the longer he waited, Qin Qinsen would definitely choose to wait for the bus.
Furthermore, if the old Taoist priest knew that he encountered a supernatural event within the scope of his ability but turned a blind eye, he would definitely be so angry that he would send him a dream to scold him and he might even get a beating.
Thinking of the countless times the old Taoist priest had been so angry that he jumped up and down, Qin Qinsen couldn't help but smile with nostalgia.
"What are you so happy about, silly boy? Come and see today's new goodies."
The person who had spoken was standing at the door of a shop on the street, with his back to him. Judging from the sound, it seemed that he was opening the door.
"Open now?" I walked closer and saw that the sign read "Siyuntang".
"When a distinguished guest comes to visit, we must choose an auspicious day. Please come in."
When he turned around, Qin Qinsen noticed that there was a horrible scar on his face that ran across the entire left forehead.
The other party didn't care at all and just welcomed the person into the shop. "Talisman paper, cinnabar, wolf hair, paper money, gold ingots, paper figurines, everything is available."
He waved his hand, signaling Qin Qinsen to do as he pleased.
"Don't you have some good stuff?" Qin Qinsen laughed. He didn't have this attitude when he was shouting on the street.
"It's just a trick to attract customers."
Boss Huang leisurely picked up the teapot and took a sip from the spout. "Here, a big gift package."
He gestured to Qin Qinsen to look at the counter.
Neatly stacked on the mahogany tray were jade wolf-hair brushes, a hundred or so blank yellow talismans, and cinnabar. Even a brush washer, pen holder, and ruler were provided; no wonder it was jokingly called a "gift package."
"How much?"
After swallowing the tea, Mr. Huang looked at him with an inquiring look, "No need to pay, just help me with a business deal."
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