Chapter 3 Bu Wuyun Qingxie pays back the money, you know
In the courtyard of a wealthy family, a young Taoist priest was discussing the price of finding someone with the hostess of the house.
"Madam, I will definitely help with your son's affairs, but I don't know what level of ritual this is for finding someone."
The Taoist priest was familiar with the wealthy patron: "Blessings and infinite blessings, of course, the most expensive ones will work the fastest."
The elegant woman's eyes were red and swollen. "Master Wang, any amount is fine. I want my son back safely! How much do you usually pay for helping Old Zhou? I'll give you three times, no, ten times, a hundred times!"
"Madam, there's no need to be so formal. Just call me Xiao Wang." Wang Fengxu smiled so much when he met his generous host that his teeth were showing.
He gave the other man a false support, the metal objects hanging from his waist, such as the Bagua mirror and Five Emperors' coins, jingling and rattling. "Then I will go and gather the necessary items for the ritual: the Three Pure Ones bell, jade ruyi, bronze cymbals, and ruler, the Seven Star Sword. I also need you to give me something extra for your son, preferably one he has already given to someone else."
The woman immediately took off the valuable bracelet on her wrist and said, "This was given to me by Xiaojun. Please take it, Taoist Priest."
Chen Deyin happened to come back from outside in a state of panic. Seeing this scene, he gritted his teeth and pointed at his wife: "Shen Fang, you are crazy! You invited these people to your house!"
Shen Fang glared at him: "At least I'm still trying! What about you? You've lost your son and you're still holding that crappy meeting!"
"The police are already investigating..."
Wang Fengxu smiled politely, grabbed the little Taoist boy beside him and went to the empty room next door.
After closing the door, Wang Tianfu rubbed his hands eagerly: "Uncle, where can we get the Three Pure Ones Bell Jade Ruyi and the Seven Star Sword?"
Wang Fengxu slapped him on the head and said, "What are you doing? You don't know how powerful your uncle is. You're buying those useless things, and they're so expensive."
Wang Tianfu's eyes froze for a moment. "Aren't you going to set up a pilgrimage altar? I was thinking of helping you chant the sutras by the side with the golden bowl."
Wang Fengxu raised a finger and glanced outside the door: "How can I get reimbursed if I don't tell you more?"
Then he chuckled twice and shook the bracelet given by Shen Fang: "Besides, why would we need an altar to find a kid without spiritual power?"
Wang Tianfu muttered, "I thought you were taking advantage of the situation to make some money..."
Wang Fengxu is different from other Taoist priests. He has short hair and two symmetrical red moles on the inner corners of his eyes. He doesn't have the temperament of a detached monk. He looks fine when he doesn't smile, but when he smiles, he seems more shrewd and materialistic than anyone else.
"What are you mumbling about?" Wang Fengxu was fiddling with the bracelet and hit Wang Tianfu on the head.
"I mean, how are you going to find someone?" Wang Tianfu said, protecting the Hunyuan scarf on his head. "Also, stop patting me on the head. It's affecting my growth."
Wang Fengxu: "What feudal superstition..."
Finally, he suddenly realized that he had scolded himself, so he swallowed the rest of the sentence and said nothing, "Qingxie, pay me back, you know."
Wang Tianfu suddenly realized and frowned again: "Uncle Master, when did you put the queen insect on him?"
"I saw his forehead was black before, and it was obvious that it was a big deal. I kept a backup plan." Wang Fengxu sighed and said disdainfully: "Just imitate me."
Wang Fengxu clenched the bracelet in his hand, and when he opened it again, it turned into a grasshopper, jumping and hopping in a certain direction, leaving a very shallow mark on the floor.
"Fun, fun!" Wang Tianfu clapped his hands twice. "After asking the incense divination, shall we set off?"
Wang Fengxu did not comment. He took a rose-red bamboo incense stick and rubbed it twice with his fingers. A light smoke floated out with the flickering sparks. After a while, the incense ash fell to the ground.
Wang Tianfu urged: "Let's go, Uncle Master."
The incense divination is a ritual to ensure peace of mind. Before every departure, the Taoist priests in the temple like to ask for divination, and the predictions are always good luck, slightly good luck, very good luck, or extremely good luck.
It's about the same size as a coffee cup, but without the bad words.
Wang Fengxu lay on the ground looking at the incense ash, not moving for a long time.
Wang Tianfu walked back and called him: "Uncle Master, you..."
He suddenly stopped and fixed his eyes on the incense picture on the ground.
In fact, "great disaster" does not necessarily mean terrible.
But what is more terrifying than the great evil is the unfathomable and inconceivable——
"none".
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"Can't get through?"
"Not in the service area."
In the gray-green room, the four people looked at each other.
There was a sack piled on each side of the wall, and the people inside were trembling but could not make a sound.
There were traces of dragging and scratching on the floor, and the sofa was covered with footprints mixed with mud and sand, which showed that it had been the scene of a very intense conflict.
"Fuck!" Scarface grabbed his hair and yelled, pacing a few times and pointing at one of the sacks: "What about this one? Where's the money from this family?"
"Not yet, we're planning tonight..."
"It's too late! His grandfather's family, surnamed Chen, has called the police!" Scar turned around and kicked another sack. A painful groan came from inside, and the creature struggled to hide to the side.
No one noticed that a grasshopper crawled out of the sack from nowhere and was almost accidentally hit by Scar's shoe. It shook its green whiskers and crawled back into the sack lively.
"It would be nice if Third Brother was here," the fourth brother complained bitterly, "He's the most resourceful. Every time he goes, those families never call the police."
"Fuck your dad, then go find the third brother! He might be dead!" Scar spat and packed up his things angrily. He rolled up the disposable plastic tablecloth on the floor, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his handbag.
"The police are probably going to find us. I'm quitting. I'm going to go back and hide for a while."
Another person said sarcastically: "The police haven't even shown up yet, why are you so scared? You're just a coward."
Scar certainly didn't let go of the other person's father, and the two started arguing with each other with foul language.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang shrilly.
Inside the door, everyone looked around cautiously: "Who is it?"
"Ordering takeout?"
"No, who dares to order?"
After a flurry of tidying up, Scar put down his handbag, went to the kitchen, got a knife, put it behind his back, and tiptoed to look through the peephole.
In the slightly distorted fish-eye lens, the man's huge white face suddenly looked strange.
The one wearing the black skull leather jacket is the third one.
But for some reason he was also holding a folding mop.
After all, he was an acquaintance, so Scar breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn the handle, he suddenly stopped.
Hui'an Community is built on the outskirts of the city. It is an old house built in the 1970s and 1980s. There are voice-controlled lights in the corridor. Although the bulbs are not very bright, the switches are very sensitive. If a big rat jumps out in the aisle, the light at the door will flash for a long time.
But the strange thing was that even though the third brother had been upstairs for a while, it was still dark outside, as if the visitor had come to the door silently and tiptoeing.
Scar felt a little strange, but couldn't put his finger on why. After such a delay, the palm of his hand that was on the door handle was sweating and his throat was a little dry.
The others in the room were confused: "Who is it? Is it the third brother?"
"Why don't you open the door?"
Scar couldn't describe the absurdity he felt just now to his accomplices, nor could he open the door with a clear conscience. So he licked his lips and greeted them nonchalantly, "Third Brother?"
There was a muffled "hmm" sound outside the door, and it was indeed the third brother's voice.
Scar's heart settled back into his chest a little, but he still cautiously leaned closer to the peephole and asked word by word, "Don't you have a key?"
The man at the door raised his head, his lifeless eyes were dark and almost occupied the entire cat's eye field of view.
He scratched the back of his head: "...I lost it. Open the door for me."
Scar felt a chill on his back and staggered back half a step.
The spare key was not given to the third child at all! Instead, it was stuck under the milk box at the door just in case.
The guy outside is not the Third Brother at all! Who is he?
Could it be that the plan has been exposed, and the police sent plainclothes officers to disguise themselves as the third brother to catch them all in one fell swoop, or... ?
Or is it just someone playing tricks?!
Scar was sweating profusely, swallowed hard, and nervously squinted his eyes to look into the cat's eye again.
This time, I found something even more bizarre and terrifying.
The "third brother" at the door was staring blankly at the front a second ago, but suddenly he twisted his neck stiffly and cracklingly, looked at the milk box, and spoke in a faint female voice that had never been heard before.
——"Oh, so it's here."
A chilling shudder suddenly shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Scar felt his heart drop heavily, and the hand holding the door handle began to tremble.
There was a rustling sound outside the door.
Then, a key was inserted into the lock and turned gently.
Crack——
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