"You've already tried the noodles here, sir. There's no way it's like this... I just don't know why..."
The master looked at the proprietress and pointed to the statue of the God of Wealth next to her, saying, "After closing time, use a stick to knock this God of Wealth out the door. After that, it doesn't matter what you do with it, whether you throw it in the trash or whatever."
"Tomorrow we'll get a new God of Wealth statue, a bit thinner than this one. Once it's inside, we'll make normal offerings to it, and business will pick up within a week."
The proprietress looked at the statue of the God of Wealth, her face full of embarrassment: "Hearing you say that, I really do remember. My shop's business started to decline after we invited this God of Wealth."
"Can we use a stick to knock the God of Wealth away? Would that work?"
"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"
The master shook his head: "It's gotten used to being lazy and good-for-nothing here. If you don't drive it away, it won't leave and will definitely stay here."
"If it stays here too long and doesn't leave, it won't be easy for the new God of Wealth to come in."
The proprietress looked hesitant, probably wondering whether she should believe what her master said.
I said to the proprietress, "Sister, listen to my master, he's very powerful."
The proprietress looked at me, then at my master, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
"Thank you for pointing out the problem. I don't have anything to repay you with, so I'll treat you two to this meal on the house."
However, my master and I weren't about to take advantage of the situation, so we made up an excuse and got the proprietress to accept the money.
It's simply an excuse that spending money is detrimental to the current situation; otherwise, the proprietress definitely wouldn't have accepted the money.
My master and I left the noodle shop after having a full meal and decided to go back to the car to rest for a while.
As evening approached, Master's phone rang.
Listening to the voice coming from the phone, I figured it was that police captain named Zhang Xiaoying again.
Last time, it was this person who helped take Manager Dong away. Almost two months have passed, and I wonder what the verdict was for Manager Dong.
If I had to choose the two people I hate most in the world, it would be Xie Dao and Manager Dong.
But if it weren't for these two people, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet my master. I can only say that it was fate.
My master has such a thorough understanding of destiny that he naturally saw through my destiny.
My becoming his disciple is perhaps an inevitable outcome of fate.
Master and Zhang Xiaoying agreed to meet at the small gate behind the hospital after 8 p.m.
Zhang Xiaoying will also bring three additional team members.
I also asked my master if Zhang Xiaoying and the others' weapons were effective against ghosts and monsters.
My master told me that their bullets were covered in cinnabar, and their military daggers were also engraved with incantations.
It has an absolute suppressive effect against ordinary ghosts and monsters, but it may not be effective against very powerful and fierce ghosts.
The ghost is fast and unaffected by physical terrain, making it almost impossible for it to be hit by bullets.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but shudder.
He couldn't help but wonder to himself, just how powerful must this vengeful ghost be? Could it possibly dodge bullets? How was he supposed to deal with it?
I have no idea about all these mysteries. All I know is that from today onwards, I have officially embarked on the path of cultivation!
Time flies, and before we knew it, it was evening.
The area around the hospital was unusually quiet at night, and even the lights around the hospital seemed particularly dim.
I don't know if it's just psychological, but I feel that the air around me is slightly cool.
When my master saw me with my arms crossed, he turned around, opened the back seat of the car, pulled out a cloak embroidered with Bagua patterns, and draped it over my shoulders.
Feeling the warmth from the cloak, the chill disappeared.
I couldn't help but look up at my master's tall and straight back. At that moment, he looked just like my father!
A warm feeling welled up in my heart; this must be what it feels like to be cared for.
We arrived at the back entrance of the hospital, where Zhang Xiaoying and the others were already waiting.
Zhang Xiaoying and her team were fully equipped with weapons and dressed in black special forces police uniforms, making them look very cool.
When Zhang Xiaoying and the others saw us coming, they greeted us: "Commander Ma, this is Zhang Xiaoying, the captain of the Supernatural Special Forces, along with three active-duty special forces members, standing by here. Please give us your orders!"
However, when I turned to look at my master, he had a helpless expression on his face: "Hey~ let's go, be careful, and when we get up there, put some cow tears on it."
Zhang Xiaoying and the other three saluted, then formed a square, protecting my master and me inside, and took the elevator down to the basement.
That's right, because the yin energy that Master sensed was in the morgue in the basement!
When we got to the basement level, Zhang Xiaoying and I, along with the other three, shed cow tears. The stinging, bittersweet feeling was just like when we first met Li Xue and shed cow tears.
It took half a minute before I could barely open my eyes.
At that moment, I wondered, if I were to have a sudden conflict with a ghost, would it be enough to shed a drop of ox tears in time?
Or, to put it another way, is there a chance to drip cow tears?
It's like having a master with ghost eyes, which really makes things much easier.
Under my gaze, my master's eyes began to change, and they turned back into those dark and deep ghost eyes.
My master strode forward, pulling me along, probably afraid I'd get lost, since we didn't yet know what kind of opponents we'd be facing.
Following my master's steps, I also looked up into the morgue and saw about five or six dark figures standing in a corner.
The master also frowned: "There are so many?"
I asked, puzzled, "Why are there so many ghosts, Master? Do all the dead become ghosts and stay here forever?"
The master shook his head: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. After a person dies, they become a ghost, but they won't stay in the mortal world for long. The underworld soldiers will take them away."
"Unless they are ghosts with lingering resentment or ghosts trying to escape the underworld soldiers, they will not stay in the mortal world for a long time."
"These ghosts all seem to have died of illness, and don't appear to have any particular grudges. How did they manage to evade the capture of the ghost soldiers?"
"Unless... there were no ghost soldiers to take them away at all."
After saying this, the master walked towards the ghosts and asked, "Why don't you go to the underworld? Why do you choose to stay in the mortal world?"
The ghosts looked at each other, but none of them answered their master's question.
The master frowned even more deeply: "Not going to reply? It seems that your wisdom from your previous life has become even weaker as your soul leaves your body."
"Let's go upstairs and see if there are any other survivors. Things are not so simple."
We followed our master to the fifth floor, where we saw a person squatting in the corner outside the operating room—no, it should be said that it was a ghost.
Under the corridor lights, there was no shadow beneath him at all!
I could vaguely see that the ghost's eyes were lifeless, as if it had lost something!
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