Day and night tour

Chapter 140 The First Tattoo

"There must be a few of these four-stick-of-incense-burning thieves coming, right?"

"Lin Xia is already sitting on the sidelines, if the Yin people who come with four incense sticks don't come, what can the kidnapper use to fight the 獠鬼? If they all come with three incense sticks, they are not here to settle accounts with Lao He, but to run over to die."

Zhou Xuan cut off the connection with the blood well.

He summed up an experience that as long as the divination is related to tattoos, the requirements for sacrifices are much higher.

Just asking about the method of raising funds for tattoos requires four incense sticks as offerings, while the method of nourishing teeth, which can help an entire Liaogui Hall, also only requires four incense sticks.

"Perhaps the price of the sacrifice is determined by the level of secrecy."

Although the fang ghost's method of maintaining teeth has been lost, it may be possible to restore this technique by finding some ancient books or secret manuscripts, but it is extremely troublesome.

But the tattoo - that was a hall that was not even recorded in the ancient books of the old temple!
……

The night was beautiful. Most of the shops on Dongshi Street were busy. Zhou Xuan's shop was very quiet and seemed out of place on the street.

Opening tomorrow,
The plaque has been made, but in order to save money, it is not a good one. Now that Zhou Xuan has gold bars, he begins to dislike the plaque and always wants to buy a better one someday.

The store bought three purification beds so that they could handle three corpses at the same time. A screen was also hung in the middle of the main room. After all, the store door had to be open every day, and there were corpses inside. It would be a bad impression for passers-by to look inside.

The light bulb was also replaced. Originally there was only one light, but Zhou Xuan followed the principle of shadowless lamps and asked a repairman at a repair shop on Dongshi Street to install a few more lights to form a circle.

Of course, the principle is only the principle. The operation is not precise enough, and this circle of lights cannot be truly shadowless, but the shadow can appear much lighter. Lu Mingkun always does the purification procedure at night, which is more comfortable for the eyes.

Needless to say, Fukuko wiped the rest of the cabinets and table tops clean.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing. Except for Zhou Xuan who is learning tattoos, the other four people in the store are having their own leisure time.

Lu Mingkun brought a stack of newspapers and went to the old painting studio, saying that it was a combination of work and rest. He sat in meditation for a while to absorb the evil spirits, and then read the newspaper for a while.

Hey,
After the talisman of Lao Huazhai was broken, Lu Mingkun no longer looked down on the Yin Eye of "Zhou Ji Jingyi Shop", as he disliked the Yin Eye's Yin Qi output being too slow.

Yun Ziliang carried a teapot and went to the mahjong hall to watch people play cards. This old man loved the hustle and bustle, so he would go wherever there was excitement and just watch. Zhou Xuan gave him ten yuan, and he watched and then went to the table himself.

Xiao Fuzi sat at the door of the store, enjoying the night breeze and looking forward to the business after the store opened tomorrow.
Suddenly, a basket of sugar cakes was placed in front of Xiao Fuzi.

Xiao Fuzi looked up and saw that it was Muhua.

Mu Hua was holding a basket of sugar cakes in his left hand and a small wooden barrel in his right hand. The barrel was filled with dark brown liquid with a faint fragrance. It was a barrel of sour plum soup.

There is a small wooden ladle in the bucket.
Xiao Fuzi took three glass cups, filled them with a ladle, and gave one to Zhou Xuan and Mu Hua respectively.

Zhou Xuan's mind was on the tattoo. He took the cup and placed it on Jingyi's bed. He didn't respond but just smiled at Muhua and Xiao Fuzi.

Muhua and Xiao Fuzi sat at the door, drinking sour plum soup and eating sweet cookies.

From time to time, Mu Hua glanced at Zhou Xuan.

The two look very similar.
After drinking half of the sour plum soup, Mu Hua pointed at Zhou Xuan, then at himself, and asked Xiao Fuzi with great difficulty: "One...same!"

Xiao Fuzi and Muhua were already somewhat familiar with each other, and she guessed what he wanted to say.

"Are you trying to say that you look like my master?"

Mu Hua nodded stiffly.

"You two look alike. The young master said it himself. You look like a mirror."

Hearing this, Mu Hua pointed at Zhou Xuan with his left hand and at himself with his right hand: "Not... not... the same."

"You said you are actually different from my master?"

Xiao Fuzi was also amused and said, "There are no two people in this world who are exactly alike. You and my young master do look alike, but I can tell you apart at a glance. Do you know why?

Because my young master loves to laugh. You see, no matter what he does, he laughs when he sees people. He also encourages me to laugh, saying that although we are doing business with dead people, the paying customers are living people. When we open the door to do business, we should pay attention to seeing happiness when we open the door.
Because he loves to laugh, my young master is very popular. In our hometown, all the neighbors like him. "

Mu Hua turned around and looked at Zhou Xuan again. It turned out that Zhou Xuan was smiling at that moment, and his smile was very bright.

Zhou Xuan didn't laugh because of what Xiao Fuzi said. In fact, he was so absorbed in making the tattoo that he couldn't hear any noise from outside. He was laughing at the tattoo he had made.

He currently has six tattoo designs learned.

Buddha head, monk looking at the moon, ghost hand, copper coins, eyes, and incense burner.

Six pictures, three types of blood are needed to make the tattoo.

For example, the Buddha's head and the monk looking at the moon need to be made with blood that contains Buddha nature.

In Jing Country, the monks have special protection, and it is not easy to find their blood.

So Zhou Xuan chose to do the "copper coin" tattoo first.

To make a copper coin tattoo, you only need to use corpse blood.

There weren't many other things in Dongshi Street, but the most were corpses. Some of the corpses were already covered in blood when they were sent to the shops. If you just touched the wounds a little, you could catch a lot of blood with bowls and cups. Zhou Xuan was not familiar with the other shop owners, but he had money.

Plus, the pattern of the "copper coin" tattoo is simple in itself.

It’s just a copper coin, how complicated can it be?
It is most suitable for Zhou Xuan to practice.

"Eh, it's a bit complicated?"

Zhou Xuan looked at the "copper coin" tattoo made on human skin. It didn't look like a copper coin, but more like a pancake.

The pancake is still half oval and half crooked. The inscription on the copper coin says that it is crooked which is a compliment. It looks more like a bunch of blocks of color.

"It's quite difficult to make a tattoo. My brain can do it, but my hands can't."

Zhou Xuan laughed again. He couldn't help laughing when he saw his poor cooking skills. At this time, Mu Hua had returned to the store. Yun Ziliang came back from playing cards with a roast chicken and a bottle of soju in his hands.

Seeing Xiao Fuzi, Yun Ziliang tore half of the roast chicken and handed it to him: "Eat!"

"Uncle Yun, did you win money?" Xiao Fuzi didn't eat the roast chicken, he put it in a paper bag.

"Tsk, my ancestors, the national master, handled all the important matters of the country perfectly. I just won money at a poker table. Isn't that easy?"

"Master Yun is really amazing."

After giving a compliment, Xiao Fuzi went to find Muhua with a paper bag containing the roast chicken.

Yun Ziliang hummed a little tune and walked back into the store. Seeing Zhou Xuan smiling at a tattoo, he asked, "What is this? A sesame seed cake? A gong pot? A grinding wheel?"

I gave three answers in a row, and none of them were relevant.

Copper coins, these are copper coins!
Zhou Xuan felt a little hurt, and asked Yun Ziliang with a wicked smile: "Old Yun, let me test you. You have traveled a lot, but have you ever heard of abstract art?"

Yun Ziliang: “…”

"Don't worry about what school it is. Your tattoo is not very good." Yun Ziliang lay on another Jingyi bed, found a pillow to lean on, half lying down, opened the wine bottle cap, and smelled the chicken and wine.

"You are so uncouth. That's a hard bed for dead people to lie on, and you sit on it and eat roast chicken and drink wine. How can you call yourself a family of imperial masters?"

After Zhou Xuan mocked Yun Ziliang, he took a bone tooth, dipped it in the blood of the corpse, and made a tattoo on the second human skin.

Zhou Xuan had specially cut these human skins. Each piece was only the size of a palm, so it was not a waste to make a small tattoo with one piece of skin.

After the failure of the first one, Zhou Xuan thought about the reason for the failure!
"How come it's so bad?"

Zhou Xuan thought about it and realized that he had not taken off his mask.

Zhou Xuan's face was still covered with the storyteller's Bifang mask.

Others cannot see this mask, but Zhou Xuan can sense it.

He made a gesture of taking off the mask. After taking off the storyteller's mask, he closed his eyes and recalled the appearance of the "copper coin tattoo". Unconsciously, his perception penetrated into the bones and teeth.
Before he even thought about taking action, the bones and teeth moved on their own, as if something was controlling his hands and making the copper coin tattoo.

The bones and teeth filled with perception, the writing follows Zhou Xuan's thoughts,
The production of this tattoo was very smooth, until the last stitch that formed the copper coin.

When a needle drops, the coin rings by itself.

"Ding!"

It sounded like someone snapping their fingers on coins.

call!call!
Zhou Xuan's second stick of incense started burning. After the tattoo was finished, he burned one-third of an inch of incense.

This was the most prosperous time since Zhou Xuan ascended to the second incense stick.

"It's done!"

The haze that had accumulated in Zhou Xuan's mind during this period was swept away.

The stagnation of incense business always made him feel extremely insecure. Now, a tattoo could increase the incense business by one third of an inch!

"I want to make a few more tattoos, so that the incense will be very popular."

"I heard the sound of copper coins. It's a complete tattoo."

Yun Ziliang had already put down the roast chicken and liquor, walked up to Zhou Xuan, picked up the copper coin tattoo, and shook it.

The copper coins in the tattoo made a tinkling sound, as if they had a physical body.

He closed his eyes again and shook his head several times. He said to Zhou Xuan, "You are really talented. Nuo borrowed the incense from nine halls to achieve enlightenment, but after all, it is not the incense from the original hall. In terms of the quality of the method, there are some deviations compared with the original hall.
But the tattoo you made is almost identical to the original one, and is just as thick and solid. This Nuo Hall is going to produce a master."

Yun Ziliang had seen real tattoos before, so he had some knowledge about them.

"The tattoo is made, but what is the use of it?"

"Your copper coin tattoo is an entry-level pattern. Its effect is a little weak, but it still has its magic."

Yun Ziliang took the tattoo in his hand and said, "I've already said that I can be half your teacher in tattooing. Let me show you the wonderful use of this tattoo you made. Come with me."

"where to?"

"You'll find out when you come."

Yun Ziliang was still keeping the secret.

The two of them walked out side by side, and not far away, Lao Yun stopped in front of Cuijie's snack stand.

"Sister Cui." Zhou Xuan greeted Sister Cui who was sitting at the door and sighing.

"Brother Zhou."

"Why are there no customers in this store?" Zhou Xuan looked inside the store. There was no customer at all. Only Mu Hua and Xiao Fuzi were sitting there eating roast chicken.

Cui Jie was even more frustrated. She said, "Business has been slow these past two days. We changed the rice and noodle chef, but the noodles and vermicelli are not as chewy as the previous one. Customers think they are unpalatable and don't like to come anymore."

"Customers must come within half an hour." Yun Ziliang hung the copper coin tattoo made by Zhou Xuan on a nail on the wall of the store, and then bowed devoutly: "Brother Kong Fang, I hope you can bring us wealth and treasure, and customers will come like clouds. I rely on you."

"Ding!"

The copper coin tattoo seemed to have heard Yun Ziliang's words and chimed in response...

(End of this chapter)