Is there anyone who gave someone else a drug and ended up drugging himself?
If it were in the past, Zhang Fan would definitely not believe it, but now he believes it, because the Xu Zijun in front of him is that person. He is sleeping very soundly at the moment, and judging from his appearance, it seems that he may not be able to be taken back tonight!
Fortunately, the weather was warm, so just throwing a sheet over him would keep him from catching a cold.
There were strangers in the living room, and Zhang Fan was not sleepy, so he went to the Tiandi Pawn Shop. He was a little curious about the man named Wuming, no, it should be said that this was a soul.
What does he want to do by having a grateful heart?
Zhang Fan picked up a brush and wrote the word "nameless" on a wall. Then a picture slowly appeared on the wall.
Wuming was standing under a bridge at this time, staring in a daze at an old man who was in tatters and smelled bad. The old man's hair was matted, black and smelly, and he looked like he hadn't taken a bath for several months.
There were flies and mosquitoes all around him, and there was even a wound on one of his legs that would not heal and emitted a foul odor, which attracted many flies over.
I can't get rid of it!
Zhang Fan could smell the stench even through a wall. This old man was so miserable.
Wuming was crying, silently crying. Zhang Fan even wondered if this old man was Wuming's father. Since he had such a miserable end, shouldn't he be given some money and moved to another place?
Why do we need to ask for a grateful heart at the Pawnshop of Heaven and Earth?
Wuming stood next to the old man, who couldn't see him at all. He just moved his body with difficulty, trying to move to a place that was slightly sheltered from the wind. It was a bit cold under the bridge.
But his legs were not convenient, so it was extremely difficult for him to move. Even though the pain made him sweat, he could not move far. The endless flies buzzing in his ears made him very helpless!
There are good things under this bridge.
There was at least one thing that looked like a small TV. The old man took it out and turned it on with trembling hands. Then he saw a very beautiful garden on the screen, with a fountain in it.
Then there were two children, a boy and a girl, running on the grass. Not far away there was a detached villa, which was extremely luxurious.
Seeing this fairyland-like place, a smile appeared on the old man's face, which had been somewhat painful.
He stared at the small TV in a daze and didn't notice that his injured leg was covered with flies, which were crawling on his leg and trying to lay eggs on it.
Because the old man's smelly legs are the best breeding ground for flies.
Wuming showed a painful expression on his face. He reached out to touch the old man, but his hand passed through the old man's body and became nothing. The old man couldn't see him at all!
He is a dead person. Although he can wander between the human world and the underworld, he can only be seen by others at specific times and among specific people.
After all, this old man is not like Xu Zijun, who can see his existence with his own eyes.
Not everyone can understand the pain of being separated from the yin and yang.
Wuming stared at the picture on TV for a few more seconds before he left. When he left, the old man looked in the direction he left with confusion.
"Why is it getting hot again? It was quite cool just now..."
The old man muttered that it was actually very good under the bridge because it was warm in winter and cool in summer, especially in summer. Other places were terribly hot, but it was always cool around him.
It's very comfortable, but the chilly feeling disappears sometimes, and then it becomes a bit stuffy like today.
In a spacious villa on a lawn with a fountain, the lights were on.
And this place is exactly the same as the scene seen by the old man in the bridge tunnel.
The villa was magnificent. The large crystal chandelier alone was worth millions, and the decoration in the house was also extremely luxurious. It was obvious that it belonged to a very wealthy family.
In the most honorable position in the living room, there was an old man with white hair and beard wearing Taoist clothes, counting something with his fingers, and below him, two people, a man and a woman, were half-kneeling.
The man was in his thirties or forties, short and fat, and a bit like the old man!
His wife is very beautiful.
"Master, you said I've been having nightmares lately, what's going on? When I listened to you and sent the old man away, my business has been booming and I've made a lot of money. This time you have to help me think of a solution..."
The fat man kneeling on the ground looked at the Taoist priest with extreme piety. He pushed ten bundles of hundred-dollar bills in front of the Taoist priest, as if asking him to make a decision.
The Taoist priest glanced at the banknotes, which amounted to a total of 100,000 yuan.
But he remained calm and pretended to count with his fingers.
"Your luck this year is not favorable, so you will have some troubles and nightmares are inevitable. If you want to resolve this, you should go to our temple and offer a peace lamp. It only costs a few million..."
The Taoist priest said one million as soon as he opened his mouth, but when the fat man heard the number, he hesitated.
"Master, didn't you say that my ancestors were very powerful and blessed us, which is why my business is growing? Otherwise, when I go to ask for the peace lanterns tomorrow, I can have someone drag a cart of paper money to burn, so that my ancestors will have money to spend in the underworld..."
The fat man moved closer to the Taoist priest, and his words seemed to mean that he agreed to ask for the peace lantern.
One lantern is worth millions, which is more than ten times more than hundreds of thousands. People want to drag a cart of paper money to the temple. Naturally, the Taoist priest agreed with a smile for the money.
"That's not necessary. You can just come to our temple to get it when the time comes. You only need to leave a little money for incense. Your ancestor was extraordinary. He was a man who could do whatever he wanted in the underworld. The good deeds he left for you are enough to bring blessings to your family for three generations..."
When the Taoist priest said this, he looked like an expert.
The more he said this, the happier the fat man was, because when his family first became rich, it was by relying on the wealth made by their ancestors, and more than one Taoist priest had said similar things.
Anyone who has read his fortune would say that his ancestors were extraordinary, blessed with great fortune and good karma.
Therefore, his descendants will produce talents and become wealthy from generation to generation.
Among them, the Taoist priest's words were the most effective. Over the years, the fat man's business grew bigger and bigger after he followed the Taoist priest's advice and got some Feng Shui ornaments and sent away his father, whose horoscope was incompatible with his.
The annual income is not small, which makes the fat man very convinced of the Taoist priest.
Basically, if the Taoist priest says east, he dare not go west!
He has become the living ancestor of this fat guy's family!
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