Chapter 51: Shot While Lying Down

After hearing Zhang Kuizi's words, Huangmao and Fatty both felt that Gu Qi's case was not simple.

After all, she had been missing one of her souls since she was a child. If someone had started to plot against her more than ten years ago, then the conspiracy must be huge.

So Huangmao said, "Master, do you want me to tell the girl's brother?"

Zhang Quezi said, "No, telling them will only make them impulsive. Let's see what happens. When that guy shows up, I will help.

As for you two, don't worry about others. I received a commission from a friend at the police station. There have been several strange deaths in the city recently.

He suspects it is related to evil spirits. You two should drive a taxi around to investigate these two nights."

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Obviously Zhang Quezi has seen through everything, but Zhang Ming and the others don't know, so they have been struggling for a long time.

In the end, they had to give up!

But Zhang Ming was unwilling to give up, not to mention that Gu Leng insisted that he be Gu Qi's boyfriend.

Gu Qi was pitiful in herself. As a friend, Zhang Ming felt that he should help her.

Unfortunately, he failed this time.

Zhang Ming stopped his magic and put down the peach wood sword. He looked at Gu Leng and said,

"What we need to do now is to figure out whether her soul has dispersed or is trapped."

Hearing this, Gu Leng said, "Then how should we do it?"

"I don't know!" Zhang Ming answered truthfully.

Gu Leng frowned and said, "I don't know why you said so much?"

"I can only analyze two possibilities. I really don't know how to do it specifically." Zhang Ming spread his hands.

But then he thought, Huangmao and the others are also on this street, why not go and ask?

"How about this, I know an expert on this street, I'll go and ask for you." Zhang Ming said.

"Master?" Gu Leng said, "There are no masters on this street. They are just scammers."

"Really?" Zhang Ming said to Gu Qi, "Come with me."

Then he pulled Gu Qi out. Behind him, Gu Leng followed. After

leaving the store, there were still many shops open on the funeral street. After all, it was just after seven o'clock in the evening.

This street looked eerie and scary at night.

The lights were still on at the doorsteps of these shops. When passing by, you could see paper mache products and various funeral supplies sold inside. It was very weird. After walking past

five or six shops, Zhang Ming came to the Yin Yang Pavilion opened by Zhang Quezi.

The lights were also on inside the Yin Yang Pavilion. Standing at the door, you could see the yellow-haired and fat man lying on the table with their butts sticking up and drawing talismans.

Zhang Ming walked in, looked at Zhang Quezi who was sitting on a chair behind the counter, and then pulled Gu Qi over.

"Hey, Master... Master, someone is here..." The fat man saw Zhang Ming and hurriedly told Zhang Quezi who was fanning himself with his eyes closed.

Zhang Quezi said impatiently,

"You should have greeted him when he came, why do you have to look for me for everything?"

"Master... Master, it's for you." The fat man saw Zhang Ming walk to the counter and told Zhang Quezi.

Hearing this, Zhang Quezi became even more unhappy and said, "I'm busy!"

"Yes... yes..." The fat man stuttered and didn't say anything for a long time.

Zhang Quezi said angrily: "I won't see anyone!" As

soon as he finished speaking, the fat man continued: "It's... Zhang Ming!"

"That's not..." Zhang Quezi was stunned, and suddenly opened his eyes, sat up from the chair, and looked at Zhang Ming in front of the counter.

The impatient expression on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of negotiation, and said to Zhang Ming:

"So it's Zhang Ming, come, come and sit down quickly."

Zhang Quezi's attitude changed drastically, and he stood up personally and asked Zhang Ming to sit in his seat.

Zhang Ming curled his lips and said no.

Then, before Zhang Ming could speak, Zhang Quezi couldn't wait to say:

"Zhang Ming, have you thought it through and decided to worship me as your master?"

"That's not the case!" Zhang Ming said with a decisive tone, which poured cold water on Zhang Quezi.

Then Zhang Ming said, "Well... I'm here to ask you for a favor."

"Hey, how can you say please? You and I have a master-disciple relationship. If you have any problem, just tell me and I will definitely help." Zhang Quezi's words were also very decisive.

After he finished speaking, the yellow-haired and fat man cried and said in unison, "Master, why don't you treat us like this normally..."

"Shut up, you two might as well make the master's good tea, what are you doing?" Zhang Quezi said unhappily.

The yellow-haired and fat man sighed, the gap between the master and the master was too big.

Zhang Ming saw this and thought, is this Zhang Quezi so hypocritical? He tried to please the apprentice in every way when he accepted him, but ordered him around after he accepted him?

So, Zhang Ming didn't want to become his apprentice anymore.

But how could he know that Zhang Quezi really wanted to recruit him.

"Tell me, what is it? As long as I can do it, I will do it!" Zhang Quezi vowed.

Zhang Ming pulled Gu Qi over and said, "My friend is missing a soul. I tried to summon her soul before but it didn't work. I want to ask you, is there any way?"

Zhang Quezi glanced at Gu Qi, and then said to Zhang Ming in surprise, "It just took more than half an hour to open the altar and perform the ritual. Were you the one who summoned the soul?"

"Yes..." Zhang Ming thought that Zhang Quezi was quite powerful. He knew that it took more than half an hour to open the altar and perform the ritual even though he was dozens of meters away.

Seeing Zhang Ming admit it, Zhang Quezi looked Zhang Ming up and down and said:

"It's only been less than a month, and you can already open the altar to perform rituals? So awesome?"

Zhang Ming frowned and said: "Is there a problem? It's not that difficult."

"Uh..." Zhang Quezi's old face was embarrassed.

At this time, the fat man and the yellow-haired man came over with tea.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Zhang Quezi scolded the fat man and the yellow-haired man:

"Did you two hear it? It's less than a month, and others can already open the altar to perform rituals, what about you two?"

It is true that when you are sitting at home, misfortune comes from the sky, and you will be shot even when you are lying down.

Huangmao and Fatty cried in their hearts, who the hell did they offend? Do they want to live?

"Two useless things, learn more from Zhang Ming." Zhang Quezi was very angry.

Hearing this, Fatty pouted and said, "Then I... we will worship Zhang Ming as our master..."

"Get lost!" Zhang Quezi cursed.

After cursing, he looked at Zhang Ming in confusion and said, "But I'm curious where you learned these Taoist skills? You don't have a master, do you?"

Zhang Quezi said the last sentence very nervously.

Hearing this, Zhang Ming thought for a while and said, "Last time, Fatty's magic weapon and a book of magic spells fell to the ground. I flipped through it and remembered it."

"Oh my, you are indeed a genius." Zhang Quezi was very excited. How did he know that Zhang Ming recorded a book on video.

Then, he took out a book of magic from his cabinet and gave it to Zhang Ming, saying:

"Although you are not willing to become my disciple yet, seeing that you are talented and have good character, I will give you this book. Study it carefully and you will become a great man in the future."

Zhang Ming hesitated. After all, he had recorded it all, so it didn't matter whether he wanted it or not.

But then he thought, he estimated that he would finish learning the whole book in the future. He couldn't say that he remembered everything just by flipping through it, right?

In order to avoid Zhang Quezi's suspicion, Zhang Ming took it.

Seeing this, Zhang Quezi was delighted. This was the first step of his plan to recruit disciples, to give benefits.

But other people's disciples gave benefits to their masters after they became their disciples, but he gave benefits to the disciples he wanted to recruit, trying his best to accept them as his disciples.

It was not easy!

(End of this chapter)