Old Xu showed an attitude of complete faith in the "Master Zhang", and Jing Cheng couldn't say anything. He couldn't just point at the other person's nose and say "You can't trust him, you have to trust me".
But he was unwilling to take this step back.
After thinking for a moment, Jing Cheng said, "Well, let me ask you a few questions first, and I hope you can answer them sincerely."
Old Xu said calmly, "You say."
Although he didn't believe Jing Cheng could tell him anything about the Feng Shui of his house, he was somewhat capable after all, so it wouldn't hurt to listen.
Jing Cheng glanced at him and said, "Mr. Xu, have you always had insomnia and nightmares in recent years?"
Mr. Xu was surprised and asked, "How did you know?"
He never told anyone about this. After his annual physical examination, the doctor said there was nothing serious wrong with his health, so he never took it seriously.
Besides, at his age, he doesn't sleep much, so it doesn't matter if he sleeps a little more or less.
But can this be seen just by looking at the face? Old Xu pondered in his mind...it seems not impossible.
...
...
Unexpectedly, Jing Cheng's next sentence shocked him: "Are all your dreams related to your family, such as seeing your loved ones leaving you one by one, or your children dying suddenly?"
Old Xu was really confused this time. It was not uncommon to be able to guess someone's nightmare. Who hasn't had a nightmare? But being able to tell someone else's dream so clearly was something that not everyone could do.
Does this guy have a camera in his head?
Old Xu was shocked and couldn't help but look at Jing Cheng, but he saw that he had a calm expression, as if what he had just said was nothing special.
He said in a hoarse voice: "From what you said, my dream is not normal, is it?"
Jing Cheng smiled slightly and said nothing, as if everything was implied.
But Mr. Xu understood. It must be abnormal. Otherwise, why would people say it out loud?
Thinking of this, Mr. Xu couldn't help but feel ashamed for the contempt he had just inadvertently revealed. He straightened his expression, became more sincere, and said respectfully: "Excuse me, young friend, what is the meaning of the nightmare?"
Unexpectedly, Jing Cheng did not answer him immediately. Instead, he said, "Since you think there is no problem with the Feng Shui of your home, then let's just ignore it and remove the curse first."
Mr. Xu: “???”
Wait, didn’t you say that the Feng Shui problem in my house is more important than the curse? How can it change so suddenly?
Jing Cheng seemed to have completely forgotten what he had just said. He stood up and said, "Is this your room? Can I take a look? If I'm not mistaken, the 'talisman' should be hidden in your room."
Jing Cheng didn't care how complicated Mr. Xu's feelings were. He just showed off his skills just now just to prevent Mr. Xu from looking down on him. As for the Feng Shui problem of their family, that depended on his mood. Anyway, things had come to this point, and it didn't matter whether the Feng Shui was solved or not.
Mr. Xu: "...Okay, my friend, please do as you like."
Old Xu followed behind Jing Cheng, silently staring at the other person's leisurely figure. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that this kid was deliberately making trouble for him.
Jing Cheng walked around the room, touching and rubbing here and there, stomping his feet from time to time and lying on the ground to sniff.
Mr. Xu: “…………”
If he didn't already know his opponent's true abilities, this form would really look like a thief breaking into a house.
Not long after, "Little Thief Jing" took out a cloth bag with exquisite embroidery from a hidden place at the bottom of the closet.
The cloth bag was no bigger than an adult's palm. It was dark red in color and had a big Chinese character "Fu" embroidered on it. The golden silk thread was tightly wrapped around the mouth of the bag into a knot, flowing slowly under the sunlight, as if it had life.
He bent down and sniffed carefully, and there was a faint scent of vanilla on the bag.
"This..." Seeing what Jing Cheng was holding, Old Xu became uneasy. He pointed at the bag with trembling fingers and said in a nearly speechless voice, "Is this the thing that hurt me?"
Jing Cheng hummed, holding the cloth bag in his hand. After examining it carefully, he raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Huh? There's more than one?"
Mr. Xu was confused for a moment, thinking, what is there more than one? Why can't he understand?
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and before Mr. Xu could open his mouth to ask, he saw Jing Cheng suddenly swing the cloth bag with one hand.
What happened next shocked him greatly - the golden thread on the cloth bag loosened itself as if with consciousness, and turned into a wisp of green smoke that quickly floated towards him.
Mr. Xu: “!!!”
"Still want to escape?"
Jing Cheng snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a ball of platinum flame appeared out of thin air with a "puff" sound, and the temperature of the air instantly rose by several degrees.
Jing Cheng flicked his finger lightly, and the flame floated towards the green smoke.
Old Xu stared with his eyes wide open, gritted his teeth, and trembled as he watched the scene in front of him. In his eyes, the green smoke was clearly a huge black shadow, rushing towards him with its bloody mouth wide open, as if it wanted to swallow him into its stomach.
For some reason, at that moment, many tragic and horrific ways of dying suddenly emerged in his mind: severed head and limbs, torn apart by five horses, torn to pieces by a chariot, having one's heart dug out, being crushed by a chariot, being thrown into the river with stones...
The fear that penetrated his bones, the pain of being torn apart, the suffocation of being unable to breathe after the river water soaked his mouth and nose...it was as if he had experienced the scene himself. Old Xu couldn't help but shiver, and the hair on his body stood up.
Old Xu's legs went limp and he immediately sat on the ground. He couldn't help but wail, "Help me --!!!"
The next second, a sharp whistle tore through the silent air. An invisible force seemed to suddenly vibrate in the room, and quickly sent out waves in all directions, shattering everything in the room that was exposed.
With a crisp "crackling" sound, all the glass on the window sill exploded. The glass fragments were blown up by the wind brought by this unknown energy and flew wildly in the house.
There were bloody scratches on Mr. Xu's face from the glass shards. He cried out in pain and covered his face tightly with his hands.
After a while, the room was filled with the smell of something burning, and finally it became quiet.
At this moment, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door, and someone banged on the door vigorously, shouting loudly: "Dad! What happened?"
Old Xu came back to his senses and looked up. Jing Cheng was standing in the middle of the room as if nothing had happened, tall and slender, spotless.
He rolled his eyes and found that his room seemed to have been blown by a strong wind, with traces of being swept everywhere.
——It was indeed blown by a strong wind, but it was an evil wind.
There was a long burn mark on the tile floor, extending from under Mr. Xu's feet to under Jing Cheng's feet.
Old Xu opened his mouth and it took a long while before he uttered a word: "Master... Master, what was that just now?"
This time he didn't dare to call him "little friend", because this was a real heavenly master who could slay demons and eliminate evil!
Jing Cheng was still holding the cloth bag in his hand. He weighed it and said without raising his head, "It's just a dream ghost. Don't worry about it."
"Dream of ghosts, ghosts, ghosts?" Old Xu stood up tremblingly with the help of the wall, and asked stutteringly, "Is it a ghost? Is it a ghost? How can there be a ghost in broad daylight?"
Jing Cheng walked up to him, handed him the cloth bag in his hand, and explained: "A dream ghost is a kind of evil spirit, born of resentment, not a real ghost. People who are stared at by a dream ghost will have nightmares and hallucinations of death. I have just burned it with the Three Flames of True Fire, and it will not appear again."
"Oh... So that's how it is." Knowing that it was not a ghost and had been killed by the master, Old Xu breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at the cloth bag in his hand, recalling the scene just now. His fingers trembled and he almost lost his grip. "What's the problem with this thing?"
Jing Cheng said calmly: "Open it."
Old Xu is now very obedient to Jing Cheng and does whatever he is told to do. He opened the bag obediently and was surprised when he saw what was inside.
"This is..." Old Xu said in surprise, "Isn't that right?"
"What's wrong?"
"I remember that this lucky bag contained a bag of Chinese herbal medicine, which was said to be herbs that can promote sleep. When was it changed?" Old Xu took out the things inside. It was a female doll with exquisite makeup, wearing a white dress and a white cloth on her head.
Jing Cheng took a look and said "tsk" in disgust.
"What's wrong?" Old Xu picked up the doll and looked at it. He thought that the workmanship of the little man was very delicate and the facial features were lifelike. However, the mourning attire gave people a very unlucky feeling.
He looked up at Jing Cheng, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Master Jing, do you know what this is?"
Jing Cheng frowned and said, "It's a curse, the puppet is in mourning."
"Dai Miao?" When Old Xu heard the name, he felt a chill on his back and goose bumps all over his body. He couldn't help rubbing his arms and said angrily, "You are cursing me to die early!"
Thinking of the function of this thing, Old Xu quickly threw it on the ground. He was not satisfied after throwing it away, and seemed to be angry. He couldn't help but stomped on it a few more times.
Several large footprints suddenly appeared on the snow-white puppet, and the puppet's facial features were all crushed. The originally smiling and cute face had turned into a mournful face, which was very ugly.
Jing Cheng: “…”
No wonder people call him an "old kid". He's so old but he can get angry with a puppet.
After Xu Laolian stepped on him several times and finally vented his anger, he took a few breaths, turned to look at Jing Cheng, and asked cautiously: "Master Jing, who do you think wants to harm me?"
Jing Cheng glanced at the door and said slowly: "It depends on who gave you the lucky bag."
Old Xu's face froze, and he couldn't believe it and said, "Could it really be..."
At this moment, the door of Mr. Xu's room finally collapsed under the heavy weight after the people outside worked together to break down the door, making a loud "bang".
A group of men and women rushed into the house and were all stunned when they saw the looted scene in the room.
After a long while, a woman who looked slightly younger than her peers in the crowd came out. After looking around the room, her eyes fell on Jing Cheng and the old man.
She paused and said, "Dad, are you okay?"
Unexpectedly, Old Xu glared at her fiercely and scolded her harshly: "Get lost! I'm not your father!"
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