Chapter 199 Searching for Souls
"Uncle Ming!"
As soon as Yin Xiugang got through the door, he saw Uncle Ming gesture to him, "Shh!"
He quickly fell silent, and then he saw an old woman wearing dark blue clothes sitting opposite Uncle Ming. She wore black embroidered shoes and floral white socks, looking indescribably old-fashioned.
Yin Xiu nodded, gave Uncle Ming an "I understand" look, and then stood aside without saying anything.
But when the old woman opened her mouth, Yin Xiu was surprised. A sharp, childish voice came out of her mouth. It was hard to believe that this voice came from the mouth of an old woman.
"Uncle Ming, it's obviously the old guy who's wrong. I've lived there for decades. Which of the previous tenants dared to mess with me?
It turned out that he was doing well. After moving in, he put up talismans and sprinkled talisman water. He also invited a Buddha from Hongde Temple to come back to comfort me. What do you mean, do you think I'm scared? ”
The old woman crossed her hands and stared at Uncle Ming with an angry expression on her face.
Uncle Ming touched his chin with his hand. After walking back and forth in the same place for a few times, he said: "He already knows that he was wrong. I have asked him to leave the Buddha statue. In addition, I will ask him to burn some money, the car and the house." How about you?”
"Well..."
The old woman touched her chin, as if she was thinking, and then her cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and she said fiercely: "No! He made me unable to sleep for several days! I will also make him unable to sleep for several days!"
Uncle Ming rolled his eyes, "You've been dead for so long, and you still haven't had enough sleep? What happened if you missed a few days of sleep? Compared with Uncle Chun, you are an elder. A child doesn't know the world, so why bother with him? Huh?”
"No, no, no!"
The old woman slapped the table with both hands excitedly, making it bang.
When Uncle Ming saw this, he threw the cigarette butt in his mouth to the ground and stamped it out with all his strength.
"Hey, Brother Bing, I asked you to come up because you are an elder and will die early, so I asked you to come up and negotiate! Otherwise, I would have slapped you with a piece of talisman and beat your soul to pieces!"< br>
The old woman immediately stopped making noise, pursed her lips, and said after a long time: "Uncle Ming, don't go too far. You also said that I am your elder. Although we are not related by blood, we are still in the same place. Neighbors, what you did is so awesome that everyone doesn’t look good.”
As if she was still worried that Uncle Ming would really get angry and go too far, she added: "No big deal, no matter what, I just agree to his conditions, but in addition to the house and car, I also want him to burn a few people for me."
Uncle Ming immediately stamped his feet, put his hands on his hips and said: "Oh, you are really a big kid! If you don't learn these things, are you peeking at Uncle Chun's bad publications?"
"What did you say?"
There was a trace of blush on the old woman's face, "I'm talking about paper soldiers and paper generals. Now there are wars everywhere above, and it's not peaceful down there either. You burn a few soldiers for me, or else you burn the money for me. What will happen to me?" Keep?”
"Okay, okay!" Uncle Ming waved his hand impatiently, "I'll ask him to go to the paper shop later and get a few horse riders and Guandao ones. Can we burn them for you together?"
"No!"
She stretched out a finger and shook it, "Those things don't work anymore. Nowadays, those foreign soldiers are popular, wearing red shirts, military boots, carrying guns on their backs, and wearing top hats. These are so fierce. A Fight five or six!”
"Why don't I burn a leaf for you and smell it? He can beat ten of them!"
"No, I want foreign soldiers, I won't accept anything else."
The old woman pouted loudly, as if she was losing the temper of a child.
"Okay! Then I will burn some foreign soldiers for you, with red hair and blue eyes. Are you satisfied? Those guys who worship foreigners and favor foreigners!"
Uncle Ming took out another cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.
"Yeah!"
She clapped her hands happily and laughed: "Uncle Ming, I'm just waiting for your good news. Come down and have tea with me when you have time!"
"Fuck! You're cursing me to die early!" Uncle Ming took out a talisman from his nightgown and lit it on the cigarette. The talisman immediately burned. He waved the talisman in the air a few times. .
"Ashes return to dust, dust returns to earth, there is a boundary between life and death, there is a difference between yin and yang, please!"
He pointed the talisman at the old woman. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the other woman seemed to have lost all her strength and fell heavily on the table.
When Uncle Ming saw this, he shook his hands and extinguished the flames on the talisman paper. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Yin Xiu.
"Pour a cup of tea for Lan Po. She should be tired after talking so much."
Yin Xiu immediately walked to the side and poured a cup of tea from the teapot.
Just as he was about to place it in front of Lan Po, the old lady who had been lying on the table as if dead suddenly stood up and grabbed Yin Xiu with her withered and yellow hands.
"Thanks, young boy!"
Yin Xiu was so frightened that he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat. After taking a deep breath, he stammered: "No, you're welcome, Lan Po."
He put down the tea cup, but Lan Po still held his hand tightly.
"Uncle Ming, is this your apprentice?"
Uncle Ming scratched his face and nodded: "Yes, not many people are willing to become Taoist priests. How about this?"
A flash of black suddenly appeared in the cataract-like eyes, and Lan Po's pupils seemed to have turned over from the other side, staring at Yin Xiu.
"Yes, yes, the youngster looks good. If I were twenty years younger, grandma, I would definitely follow you..."
"No, no, I can't reach it!"
Yin Xiu stepped back repeatedly.
Even if this old woman were twenty years younger, she would probably be over fifty years old.
After talking to Yin Xiu, she looked at Uncle Ming again and complained to him: "Don't come to me next time for this kind of thing. I'm old. Children love to toss too much. My body can't bear it." .
But Brother Bing was only a little over ten years old when he died. I was still a little girl at that time, and a group of children had just finished playing, and I heard that he had died the next day. My mother told him at that time not to run around with a chopstick in his mouth, but he didn’t listen. As a result, he tripped over the threshold when he entered the door..."
Lan Po recalled the past, babbled a few more words, asked Uncle Ming for a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and walked out.
When she was at the door, she turned around, held on to the door frame, and said, "Uncle Ming, the Bodhisattva gave me a dream and told me to serve him in three months. What else do you have to do? Come to me in these few months, hurry up.”
Her eyes were neither happy nor sad, and her eyes looked like emotionless fish eyes. After a pause, she continued: "Going forward, if you have anything to do, you can go to Tilanqiao to find Ah Feng and the others, they are also very reliable. ”
Uncle Ming lowered his head, looked at the slippers, waved his hands and said: "I know! After you leave, I will help you organize the ceremony, and I will make sure it is beautiful."
"Thanks!"
Lan Po closed the door and walked in the dim corridor silently.
After a long time, she said to herself again: "Uncle Ming, the apprentice you have accepted is Shaoyang Taiyin, and has the luck of Qianlong. He will be either a disaster or a blessing in the future. It just depends on his own destiny."
"We can't control it. We can't control these things."
(End of chapter)