The female ghost behind him asked curiously: "Master Fang, why don't you take this business?" She also saw that Fang Zhiyi was quite poor.
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands, then bent down to pick up the paper figurine that the man had knocked over and put it back in its proper place. "You haven't been a ghost for long, so you don't know these things. Borrowing the luck of a living person is detrimental to one's virtue, and for people like us, it's absolutely unacceptable. If you borrow the luck of a dead person...it would be fatal."
The drunkard's cursing voice could be heard outside, calling Fang Zhiyi a liar.
The female ghost nodded. She had been staying in that room ever since she became a ghost, so she really didn't know a lot of things.
That afternoon, someone came to the door again.
He was a young man, and after hesitating for a long time he finally said what he wanted.
He has an older brother who is not a very nice person. He likes to play cards with others and it is common for him not to come home for a few days. But something happened a while ago and he didn't come home for five consecutive days. His mother was anxious and went out to look for him. She searched all his friends but there was no news of him. However, one of them said that he asked Wu Tian to play mahjong five days ago, and Wu Tian agreed, but he didn't show up that night and his phone was unreachable.
Just as the Wu couple was about to call the police, a neighbor came and said that someone had gone up the mountain to collect mountain goods and found Wu Tian sleeping in the mass grave on the mountainside.
They asked someone to help carry Wu Tian back home, but Wu Tian remained unconscious. They had no choice but to find a shaman, and Wu Tian gradually woke up. However, from that day on, Wu Tian became confused and seemed to have dementia.
The young man was studying in the city and would watch live broadcasts when he had nothing to do. Recently, there was a female anchor who was very popular. He went in to see that the girl was telling ghost stories, and she also said that there was a very powerful master, so he gave the anchor dozens of dollars in gifts and exchanged them for Fang Zhiyi's address.
"Damn it, I'm only worth a few dozen dollars?" Fang Zhiyi was indignant. What made him even more angry was that the guy named Ma Lu didn't give him any money!
"My mother asked several masters to look at it, but none of them could help."
Fang Zhiyi said angrily, "What era is this? When something like this happens, why don't you send him to the hospital first? Why don't you go see a doctor first?"
The young man was stunned. Before coming here, he had thought that Fang Zhiyi might just be a charlatan, but he didn't expect that the first thing he said was to send him to the hospital. He was stunned for two seconds before saying, "I have been sent to the hospital, both in the county and the city. My brother is fine. The doctor recommended sending him to a mental hospital, but my parents didn't want to, so they took him back..."
Fang Zhiyi said nothing, just waved his hands.
Just then, another person rushed in from the doorway: "Master! Today's braised goose is extra delicious!"
Fang Zhiyi and the young man turned their heads at the same time, and the young man's expression changed: "Zhao Chenyang?"
Zhao Chenyang looked at this person and paused for two seconds: "Wu Lei?"
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands: "Well, this can't be shaken off."
Wu Lei explained the whole story to Zhao Chenyang. Zhao Chenyang turned to Fang Zhiyi with a pleading look. Fang Zhiyi immediately raised her hand to stop him: "No, shut up."
Zhao Chenyang watched Fang Zhiyi take the braised goose from his hand and go into the inner room. His face flushed red, and he finally looked at Wu Lei awkwardly.
The female ghost Jing Tian followed him: "Master Fang, why don't you want to go?"
Fang Zhiyi replied unhappily, "Because I don't want to care." Looking at Jing Tian's shaking head, Fang Zhiyi pointed outside, "There's not a trace of evil spirit about him. As for his brother, he's a gambler, and he gambles at night, so it's normal for him to encounter a ghost."
Jing Tian said, "But it can make money."
"Thank you, I don't make money from everything." Fang Zhiyi stuffed goose meat into his mouth, "It's okay for that kind of gambler to become demented. Hey? I have an apprentice, right?" As he said this, he turned his gaze outside and looked at his "beloved apprentice".
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