Third watch

absurd.

Wang Xiaoming only had these two words in his mind.

open the door?What door to open?Do you sell stationery?

Zhong Yi once again saw through what Wang Xiaoming was thinking: "I'm talking about business at night."

Wang Xiaoming took a breath: "That's my grandfather's business! My grandfather is not here, who will greet the guests when the lights are lit?"

"Of course it's us." Zhong Yi said.

Wang Xiaoming: "...What should we say hello? Can we solve the business that comes to you?"

"You can't solve it, but I can." Zhong Yi said: "Luban technique is exquisite, and there are many amazing things you haven't seen yet."

"I know you have the ability, you can make a moving chicken - but that's not the point." Wang Xiaoming said: "The point is, aren't we looking for grandpa? Why are we trying to sell dog meat?"

"That's because we want to see if we can attract customers to buy mutton." Zhong Yi looked at Wang Xiaoming and said word by word.

Wang Xiaoming understood instantly and opened his eyes wide.

He knew what Zhong Yi was thinking.

Zhong Yi is certain that his grandfather and his grandfather's disappearance must be related in some way, but to find these two old people who have not heard from him is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

If their grandfather was really designed, then this is a targeted conspiracy.

Judging from the fact that those who disappeared were all masters in the Taoism world, their grandfather's last business was either very difficult or the client had a high vision.

It is very difficult and can be dispatched temporarily, because Zhong Yi's grandfather and Wang Dazhuang's performances are quite consistent, so it is not a tricky job.

Then the reward is very high, and the other party's vision is also high, and they only look at senior figures who are really capable.

In this case, even if Wang Xiaoming and Zhong Yi wandered all over the world, maybe the real black hand would not even give them a second look.

But Wang Dazhuang was different.

Wang Dazhuang's Guangming Stationery Store and Seven Star Lamp are basically benchmarks in the industry.

As long as the seven-star lamp is on, someone will definitely come to the door.

If the other party intends to harm Wang Dazhuang, maybe the moment they see the Seven Star Lantern, they will have the desire to kill the grass and roots, and maybe they will continue to look for it.

Or to put it another way, Zhong Yi said that so far, the disappearance of several Taoist masters is still the top secret of each family and has not spread.

That is to say, although Wang Dazhuang disappeared, it is well known that Wang Dazhuang has no apprentices, and the only one who can open the back door of Guangming Stationery Store and hang up the seven-star lamp is Wang Dazhuang.

But now that Wang Dazhuang was missing, the seven-star lamp was turned on again. When the news spread, people who didn't know it would not care, but some people would think it was strange.

At that time, if someone came to inquire and investigate, it would be the person they were waiting for to buy mutton.

"You mean... we have to hide the news that our grandfather is not there." Wang Xiaoming said slowly: "Also, we have to pretend that everything is normal, and no one is missing."

"Yes." Zhong Yi said in a deep voice: "Guangming Stationery Store is a big sign. It is better to set a trap under this conspicuous sign and wait for investigation than to search for a leaf in the dense forest."

As long as there is a light source, there are bound to be people approaching the light.

Taking a step back, even if no one will be fooled for a while, maybe they will get some other clues because of business.

All they have to do is sit back and wait.

"Is this feasible?" Wang Xiaoming hesitated a little.

Of course he must look for his grandfather. Even if Zhong Yi didn't show up, and Wang Dazhuang hadn't heard from him for so long, he was already worried, and maybe he couldn't help but look for someone.

But he didn't expect Zhong Yi to come up with such a way.

"Listen to me." Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath: "It's not that I don't believe you..."

As Zhong Yi said, Wang Dazhuang has been a celestial master for so many years. Needless to say, he has been working hard for so many years. It is only after his many years of operation that Guangming Stationery Store has become a golden signboard.

Now Zhong Yi said it lightly, Wang Dazhuang was not around, so his grandson would open the shop for him.

But can they do it?

No matter how powerful Zhong Yi was, wasn't he still injured when he dealt with the evil spirit?

If grandpa came back in the end, but his signboard as a celestial master was smashed by his grandson, how would Wang Dazhuang feel?

"Are you worried that your grandfather's reputation will be ruined?" Zhong Yi cut to the point.

Wang Xiaoming didn't speak.

"This is the most effective way we can think of at the moment." Zhong Yi said: "You don't have to worry too much about the signboard. Opening a store and doing business doesn't mean that there are no taboos, and all comers are welcome. When accepting an entrustment, you can do what you can. It's just looking for clues, not to make money or to promote your grandpa's name."

"Of course it's not smashing the signboard." Zhong Yi added.

Wang Xiaoming lowered his eyes.

"Grandpa has many taboos and rules in being a celestial master, and he doesn't want me to be exposed to them, so I don't know much about them." Wang Xiaoming said: "It's not so easy to open the back door for grandpa."

"You think we can't handle it?" Zhong Yi said.

we.

Wang Xiaoming raised his head.

Zhong Yi also looked at him: "You are the grandson of the Heavenly Master. The Taoist blood has been passed down from generation to generation. You know that you are different from ordinary people."

"Have you never thought of becoming a celestial master?"

Wang Xiaoming didn't know how to answer.

Zhong Yi looks pretty good, especially those eyes. When he looks at people intently, their eyes are so sharp that they feel embarrassed.

Have you never thought of becoming a celestial master?

Zhong Yi asked him like this.

Wang Xiaoming remembered yesterday when he was standing by the stairs, staring at the yin and yang lock at the back door in a daze.

Never thought about being a celestial master?

"Of course I have thought about it." Wang Xiaoming said slowly: "I have been able to see things that others cannot see since I was a child. After I knew that my grandfather could catch ghosts, I pestered him more than once and told him to take me out in the middle of the night to teach me how to catch ghosts." ghost."

"I used to think that the celestial master is very powerful, can call the wind and rain, change the fortune, exorcise evil spirits."

"But my grandfather always told me that I am not suitable to be a celestial master, and he doesn't want me to be a celestial master. There are some things, and there is nothing happier than having them. He hopes that I will go to college like other children."

"I was brought up by my grandfather, and I always listened to him very much. He said that I was not suitable to be a celestial master, and he didn't allow me to contact him. Slowly, I didn't want to. I followed what my grandfather said, and pretended to see it when I saw it. No, I know and pretend not to know. I know Grandpa will not harm me, he must be doing it for my own good."

"What about now?" Zhong Yi said: "Now you don't want to be a celestial master at all?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at his hands and was a little dazed: "I don't dare to say whether I still yearn for the title of Celestial Master. But after these two days, I understand one thing."

"Oh?" Zhong Yi said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"I may really not be suitable to be a celestial master." Wang Xiaoming said.

"...Is it because of that brat?" Zhong Yi asked.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at him in surprise.

"You are really not suitable to be a celestial master." Zhong Yi laughed at him again: "A celestial master should be unpredictable, calmly encounter enemies, and can't write everything on his face like you."

In fact, Zhong Yi was just guessing.

That night Zhong Yi was also attracted by the kid's cry, so he rushed from the front door to the back door again.

He is a disciple of Luban, and it is normal for him to be fearless in the face of evil things, but Wang Xiaoming, a squib, also ran over with a canopy ruler after a minute.

Obviously, he refused to open the door dead or alive.

He obviously didn't even know it was a canopy ruler in his hand.

But Wang Xiaoming rushed out to seek death.

Wang Xiaoming refused to guard the door for himself, which shows that he is always cautious and unwilling to provoke things casually.

But that day it went straight to the back alley.

It can be seen that Wang Xiaoming probably knows who is crying.

The little ghost who has been so frightened that he has not even left a trace of his existence.

Wang Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"I... knew that Lu Xiaolu was in trouble, so I immediately decided to get rid of that evil spirit, even though the odds of winning were very low. Because Xiaolu is my good friend."

"I am willing to take risks for my friends, but I am very stingy with a lost child. I refuse to even say a word or smile to him, because I am afraid of getting into trouble."

"Everyone has relatives and estrangements, which is normal." Zhong Yi said.

"I understand." Wang Xiaoming said in a low voice, "That's why I'm not suitable to be a celestial master. I can't let it go."

He has been thinking about that poor child and regretting it all the time. If he didn't think about waiting for grandpa to come back, he would have smiled at him without hesitation.

Wang Xiaoming knew it was not his fault. Even though he was very kind to the child at the time, it could not change the fact that a few hours later, the evil spirit would appear in the back alley and stab the child to death.

But he just regretted it, regretted it terribly.

He is willing to take risks for Lu Xiaolu, because Lu Xiaolu is very important to him.

But he didn't use such courage on a harmless little wild ghost, and he blamed himself for this.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming understood what Wang Dazhuang meant when he said that he was not suitable to be a celestial master.

The world is not black and white. Some people are scarier than ghosts, and some ghosts are more pitiful than people.

Many evil spirits died of injustice. They may have been gentle girls who dare not even step on ants.Her experience may be so pitiful that it moves the world.

As a celestial master, one must either be completely equal and fraternal, with a compassionate heart to rescue those suffering souls, or be truly hard-hearted, completely fair and upright, so as not to go wrong.

But Wang Xiaoming consciously couldn't do it.

He can neither completely indulge his selfishness nor be ruthless.

This kind of mentality is actually common to many people.

But ordinary people are not suitable to be a celestial master, otherwise they will torture themselves like he does now when encountering many things.

For a while, neither Wang Xiaoming nor Zhong Yi spoke, they looked at the leaves rustling by the wind outside the window in silence.

It took a long time for Zhong Yi to turn around.

"You think you are not suitable to be a celestial master."

"I'm really not suitable." Wang Xiaoming smiled bitterly.

"That's because you're not firm enough." Zhong Yi said, "If you want to achieve the status of a celestial master, but also don't want to affect your mood because of various things, that's impossible."

"But you now have reasons to be firm.

Wang Xiaoming understood.

"My grandpa?"

"Your grandfather doesn't want you to become a master because he knows you very well. But you can't be protected by him forever." Zhong Yi said blankly, "He's not by your side now, is he?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned.

Zhong Yi's words always hit his vital point.

If Wang Xiaoming had a choice, it would definitely be better to happily graduate from university and find an ordinary job than to be a celestial master who travels between yin and yang.

But what if there is no choice?

What if his grandfather, who had been protecting him, was missing now?

So the belief of looking for grandpa and hoping that grandpa is safe, isn't it enough to support his firm footsteps?

Wang Xiaoming no longer needs an answer to this question.