The last feng shui master

Chapter 164
I looked at the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

Xia Jinrong was almost drunk: "You will sleep here at night, and I will send you back to Jiangcheng tomorrow morning. I understand this. The upstairs room is tidied up, so you can sleep upstairs."

Uncle Jianguo praised: "I've never seen someone as polite as Boss Xia."

I supported Uncle Jianguo to stand up, and vaguely heard cries coming from a deep place, like weeping and complaining, coming intermittently.

Xia Jinrong woke up suddenly and yelled a few words. Two men in sunglasses ran in from outside, holding two axes in their hands.With a bang, Uncle Jianguo and I were knocked against the wall. Uncle Jianguo's eyes signaled me not to move.

Xia Jinrong scolded, I went to your grandma's, I kindly entertained you to drink, but there were still crying, didn't you say that you can tell the old man not to cry?Xia Jinrong was not afraid of the old man Xia Gengtian when he was alive, and he was still not afraid after death, but the crying made him very upset.

Listening to the cries, I felt strange. Although the cries of ghosts are different from those of humans, the cries of female ghosts and male ghosts must be different.

Generally, it is women who like to cry in Yangjian. This is a unique way for women to express themselves.Men generally bleed but don't cry, even if their heads can be severed, they won't cry easily. This kind of crying like crying is not what a male ghost should cry at all.

It should be a female ghost.

Uncle Jianguo said in it, Boss Xia, the crying will be healed after tomorrow, just like taking medicine, the curative effect has not yet arrived.

The gold chain around Xia Jinrong's neck shook, and he yelled: "One person chops off one hand and kills this puppy. It's too early to cook dog meat hot pot tomorrow."

Uncle Jianguo looked at me and said that we can only rely on you now, Master Xiao, you are an expert in catching ghosts, can you tell what ghost is crying?
I had no idea, but Xia Jinrong was not afraid at all when he heard the cries of ghosts. It was really strange. He thought it was his old man who lived in the same house. Either the old man or Xia Jinrong's old lady.

I saw that the man in the sunglasses wanted to kill me, so I read a few words, and the worms in the man's stomach got mixed together, and he fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

My whole body changed, and my voice became rough and I shouted: "You beasts dare to be powerless against me. Xia Jinrong, it's not your father who is crying, it's your old mother. You unfilial thing, tell me, what have you done? Unfilial things. Make your mother cry every night, and make your old man restless."

Xia Jinrong saw the two bodyguards bowed to the end, sweat dripping from their brows: "My... my mother is crying... It shouldn't be, after so many years. I can spend a lot of money, especially during the holidays."

I snapped and stomped my feet.Xiaojian also called out.

Xia Jinrong shivered and held onto the table, her legs were also weak, and she almost knelt down for me.

"Xia Jinrong. Tonight you will kneel in front of your old man's coffin, and I will find out why Lingtang is crying. Today, my senior brother Shisanzhong had already done it, but you didn't kneel in front of your father Xia Gengtian because you have no filial piety." I scolded road.

Xia Jinrong couldn't take it anymore, and knelt down on the ground.

There was a faint cold wind blowing in my ears, and the wind was blowing. Looking along the door, it seemed that I could only see the shadow of a woman with small feet.

I also flicked.The shoes and socks of women with small feet are good prescriptions for curing ghosts.

This kind of old lady is very smart. When I was in Baishui Village, the old lady who made stinky tofu gave me a half-can of old swill for 20 yuan.

If it's really an old lady who cries in the middle of the night, she must have encountered something extremely wronged. If she doesn't agree to her request or help her get things done, she will definitely not be safe.

The great philosopher XX once said that the most terrifying kind of people in the world are women, and what is more terrifying than women is a sturdy old woman who is seven or eighty years old. Standing on the street, she can scold for a day and never repeat it. After scolding Still full of anger, he will torture the old man after returning home.

When encountering such a superb old female ghost, I can only thank God and pray that her request will not be too much.

Uncle Jianguo patted Xia Jinrong on the shoulder and said, Boss Xia, don't worry, when kneeling in front of your old man, don't look inside the photo frame, the eyeballs may turn inside the frame.

When going upstairs, Xia Jinrong's face seemed to relax a lot, as if he had succeeded in a trick.

Another gust of cold wind blows.

Xia Jinrong walked to Xia Gengtian's spiritual tablet and knelt down.

Xia Gengtian's eyes rolled in the photo frame.

Xia Jinrong yelled: "Father, the child is not filial. You should bring Huifang and the child to kneel down. The child is not studying in the city, and he is still taking the monthly exam recently, so he can't find time!" said With snot and tears, it was vivid and dramatic.

I laughed in my heart: "Boss Xia, I'll take the puppy around for a while, kowtow more."

Xia Jinrong beat his head like garlic: "Master, save me. Save me."

I kicked Xiaojian, and Xiaojian ran very fast, chasing him into the kitchen on the first floor.

There was a bang bang sound in the kitchen, and I looked through the crack of the door, only to see the rice on the table move twice, but it didn’t move again, and a pork leg on the chopping board was also moving.

I knelt down and looked from my crotch.I saw an old lady with small feet standing in front of the chopping board, muttering while eating: "Xia Gengtian is a dead ghost. My son gave you such a good food, but I didn't even give it to me. I don't know how to eat it myself, old lady. You Old bastard, you bully me every day. I want to dance with the old Wang next door, what can you do to me? You have a pretty girl that your son bought for you, why don't you let me go out and play?"

After listening to it for a long time and watching it for a long time, I finally understood what happened.

The little-footed old lady was wearing an old-fashioned blue dress, with a headscarf on her head, a pair of small three-inch golden lotus shoes, and blue pants, and she carried a bag on her arm.

After eating for a while, I put the pork down again, but it was still intact.This kind of human tribute, when the ghosts come, they eat the essence of the food, so sometimes when the worship food is cooked, it is usually more salt and seasoning, otherwise the taste will be very ordinary.

The little-footed old lady in Tsing Yi finished eating the pork leg, took out the drink on the side, poured two mouthfuls, relieved the oil, patted her belly, and said to herself: "I'll go to the crying meeting again, and let my son know that the old man bullied me." .”

Looking at the label, I scolded: "Why is it Lei Bi!" I thought to myself, grandma, you are on good terms with the old Wang next door. No wonder the farmer wants to deal with you. If it was in your era, you would have soaked pigs Cage for riding a wooden donkey.

Could it be that you are also influenced by the world, the atmosphere is open, and women with small feet dance and hook up with the old king next door, this kind of thing is also allowed?
After listening to the words of the little-footed old lady in Tsing Yi, I suddenly felt that the times were advancing, people's lives were improving day by day, and the concept of the underworld was also being innovated.

The little-footed old lady in Tsing Yi whimpered twice, then burst into tears again.

It's time for Xiaojian to take the stage. Xiaojian's dark body and a pair of eyeballs are particularly obvious in the darkness. He stepped forward and called twice. I entered the kitchen door and closed the door.

When I got close to the old lady, I could see the old lady clearly. There were not many wrinkles on her face. She had wiped off the Chanel perfume burned by her son, and the bag in her hand was an Hermes bag. It was very strange to match this Tsing Yi dress. .

It's foreign and local, and I can't find words to describe it.Especially the three-inch golden lotus on the feet.

There is a beauty mole on the center of the eyebrows of the small-footed old lady in Tsing Yi. It is speculated that she looked like a flower in ten miles and eight villages when she was young. No wonder the old Wang next door fell in love with her.

"Grandma, don't cry in the middle of the night, it will affect the sleep next door." I said with a smile.

The little-footed old lady in Tsing Yi glanced at me: "Handsome guy. You are very similar to Wu Yanzu! But you have an extra scar on your face, and there have been many vicissitudes, but I will change it too."

Praise me that a person like Wu Yanzu can circle the earth three times.

I calmly said: "Grandma, you have eaten and drank enough in the middle of the night, you should go back to sleep, your son will kill you when he hears you crying."

Although it was said that it was Xia Gengtian’s birthday that the children took him home to play, but he should go back to the shady house after playing enough, and he can’t stay at home all the time. Not right.

The little-footed old lady in Tsing Yi was very unhappy: "I don't want to go back. I would quarrel with the old ghost every day when I go back. I want to live with Lao Wang. You moved my grave and let me live with Lao Wang. Otherwise, I will never go back. If the old lady doesn't want to leave, you can't send me away even if you think of ten thousand ways! Hmph."

After saying this, the old lady's eyes were full of arrogance.It is the unique pride of beauty.Back then, with a pair of small feet, he fascinated thousands of idiots and hundreds of young ladies.

Move the grave.I almost cried at that time.

Not to mention that I can help you move the grave.

Xia Jinrong would not agree even if he was killed, so he opened the grave of his parents, carried out the coffin of his mother, and buried him with the old Wang next door.Xia Jinrong would only agree if his head was kicked by a donkey or flooded. The probability of this is too small.

Even if Xia Jinrong agreed, would the son of Old Wang next door agree?If he is a good father, he will dig it up for no reason, and then put a coffin next to it. No one will agree to it if it falls on anyone's head. Unless he is drunk in the cesspit, he will agree. The probability of this is too small.

Even if Lao Wang's son next door agrees, will Lao Wang's wife agree?I have a good family, and I have an extra woman for no reason. No one will agree to it, unless they eat too much of the bastard's eggs and make themselves stupid.

Even if the people in front agreed.

But what about the Xia family and the Wang family?Maybe the Xia family has seven or eight brothers, and more than twenty uncles.The Wang family also has more than [-] nieces and sons-in-law, and when the time comes to operate, it may be a big fight.If I make a fuss about it to the government, I can't even arrange a superstitious hat for me. No matter how I think about it, I think it's inappropriate.

I should be able to encourage the little-footed old lady in Tsing Yi to pursue her own happiness.

But the problem for me is really too difficult.

From the perspective of probability, the multiplication of the success probability of each link in a matter is the probability of success in this matter, so this matter will not succeed at all.

After thinking about it clearly.

I smiled and said, "Grandma, you are joking with the younger generation. If you don't go back, don't blame the younger generation for being rough."

I took out the jade ruler.The old lady wrapped the Hermes bag tightly. This bag is a status symbol in front of a group of old ghosts.

"Little young man. Let me tell you, old lady, I am not an unreasonable person. After you help me get things done, I will leave. If it can't be done, old lady, I also have some friends. They Of course I play well with me. Of course I will not tell them that you bullied me. Granny, I am a kind person. But if they find out, they will look for you every day and cry in your ear, As for me, there is no other way. I also know a blind old man who is good at storytelling. He can talk for eight hours at a stretch. If you like "Feng Shen", "Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin" and "Shuo Yue", you can Let him talk to you."

(End of this chapter)