Third watch

As the saying goes, ideals are always fuller than reality.

The plan sounded easy, but when it was time to actually implement it, the two of them were a little bit at a loss.

Or the main reason is that Wang Xiaoming has no way to start.

Wang Xiaoming did not lie. As a heavenly master, Wang Dazhuang has many rules when opening a shop.

For example, it is not open on Tuesday and Thursday, and there are two days off every week, except for business trips.

It's better than describing wretched guests as not picking up.

There is also a disrespectful attitude, and language threats are not accepted...

Well, most of them are Wang Dazhuang's own subjective preferences.

But Wang Xiaoming only knows these subjective preferences.

As for how to receive guests, how to rank them, how to negotiate, how to solve problems and how to pay, Wang Xiaoming didn't know anything.

He didn't even know how much Wang Dazhuang charged for a business.

Wang Dazhuang never asked Wang Xiaoming to worry about his life. In Wang Xiaoming's impression, although the grandfather and grandson never lacked clothes or clothes, they didn't seem to have a lot of money either.

There are also some other rules, such as the ceremony before the opening, whether there is a yin-yang contract when the customers above are not human...

Wang Xiaoming felt a headache when he thought about it.

He doesn't know the rules of the industry at all, so what could he do wrong after opening a business indiscriminately? Will he offend the patriarch?

Zhong Yi was very impatient with Wang Xiaoming's constant whining about the details.

"What rules? Except for the big rules handed down by the ancestors, I understand almost all of them. The following rules are all for the sake of face." Zhong Yi said: "This time your store reopens, our rules are no rules. If You really don't think it's right, just buy a roll of firecrackers and set them off in the back alley that day?"

"...Firecrackers also exorcise evil spirits." Wang Xiaoming lay powerlessly on the table: "Do not make too much noise when doing business at night."

"Look, you also know a lot of rules." Zhong Yi said: "Instead of thinking about these irrelevant things, why don't you find out if your grandfather has any books or notes. Do you really plan to just make a vase?"

"Even if there is a family secret book, what's the use? Can amulets be used to draw cats and tigers?" Wang Xiaoming said: "My grandfather only wanted me to be a happy ordinary person, and he didn't want to accept me as an apprentice at all. , how can there be the right to enslave ghosts and gods? The things drawn in this way are just a piece of paper, otherwise, wouldn’t everyone be able to become a master?"

"Of course I know that." Zhong Yi glared at him: "I don't expect you to be of great help now, but at least learn some common tricks to save my life so that I won't be held back by you."

Zhong Yi is a serious Luban disciple, so how could he not know that the orthodox inheritance is the most important thing in Taoism spells?

Amulets and seal fights are all ceremonies that invite the ancestors to descend to the realm and use the power of priests to do things. If people who have not passed the inheritance ceremony draw scribbles and chant incantations, it will be ineffective in the lightest cases, and may cause bad things in serious cases.

Zhong Yi himself was able to learn Luban Shu after going through a very strict meditation and swearing to God registration. Compared with Luban Shu, Maoshan Shu's requirements are not much more lenient.

However, although Wang Xiaoming can't do such things as exorcising ghosts and serving gods now, there are many folk uses of Maoshan Technique. Although it may not be able to reduce thunder and hail, it has miraculous effects on many common small situations, and does not need orthodox inheritance.

Zhong Yi believes that although those "folk remedies" are likely to be crooked in the eyes of authentic Maoshan disciples, for Wang Xiaoming now, it is the best way to help him step into the threshold of a celestial master.

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming searched every corner of Wang Dazhuang's room together, and found something.

Wang Xiaoming found a palm-sized workbook in a pile of dusty things, on kraft paper, with the words Serve the People printed in red on it.

He flipped through it roughly, and it turned out to be Wang Dazhuang's work notes—a long, long time ago.

This workbook may be older than Wang Xiaoming. At that time, Wang Dazhuang was in the prime of life, and he probably had a bit of a youthful tendency. He used a diary-like technique to record some of his work commissions at that time, and there were a few doggerel poems that did not make sense. Mostly impassioned, hard work and the like.

However, although Wang Dazhuang was well-known at that time, he was far from being able to compare with what he is now. Most of the contents recorded in it were small things in the countryside.

For example, on a certain day in a certain year, the second daughter-in-law of the Li family in a certain village was seized and went mad. How to analyze and investigate, how to solve it with local methods, how to thank the Li family next, how the home-brewed rice wine tastes, and so on.

It is not so much a work note as a diary.

And after a quick search, I found that most of them were small cases like this. The old houses in the country were not peaceful, because the old man lost his temper because the ancestral grave was flooded, or Huang Daxian was on the body of a big girl, and he went to steal chickens to eat in the middle of the night every day.

There are some irrelevant native methods recorded in it, which are quite down-to-earth.

But Wang Xiaoming was a little depressed.

The times have been advancing, and the current society is no longer the society where Wang Dazhuang once cleaned up Huang Daxian and was invited to eat and drink for three consecutive days.

These days, both humans and ghosts have become more and more serious. If you think about it with your toenails, what can you do with the method of dealing with Huang Daxian at the beginning?

Unwilling to give up, Wang Xiaoming rummaged through Wang Dazhuang's room again, trying to find a more recent notebook, but found nothing.

However, Zhong Yi's attitude towards Wang Dazhuang was much more respectful than Wang Xiaoming's.

He asked Wang Xiaoming to read carefully the old notes that were smeared here.

"I'll finish reading it." Wang Xiaoming was made to raise his hands in surrender by Zhong Yi's attitude: "Do you want me to write a review?"

Zhong Yi said: "Since you proposed it on your own initiative, then three thousand words."

Wang Xiaoming snorted: "Why bother? The threshold for these folk spells is not high, and you can learn them by memorization. Besides, I'm just your assistant, and you are the one who really shows off."

"Who said you want to be an assistant?" Zhong Yi glanced at Wang Xiaoming in surprise: "If you really want to be an assistant, it's me."

Wang Xiaoming was startled: "Are you kidding me?"

"Who's joking with you?" Zhong Yi glanced at him: "This store belongs to your grandfather, of course you have to take care of it - don't put on that expression, I'm the one who really does the work."

"My grandpa is not here now, so I will grant you the agency rights on his behalf." Wang Xiaoming said, "Please don't make trouble, how can I show anything? You are more familiar with the business."

"No." Zhong Yi said.

"Why?" Wang Xiaoming glared at him: "Anyway, my grandfather never planned for me to make my debut in the world of Taoism, so few people know me now, right? You can say that you are Wang Xiaoming, and it doesn't matter if I lend you my name for the time being." .”

Being a small shop owner is more prestigious than being an assistant, right?

Wang Xiaoming felt that it was very wise for him to take the initiative to let the virtuous.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yi still refused: "No way. Wang Dazhuang's grandson is Wang Xiaoming."

Wang Xiaoming still wanted to argue: "But I..."

"I will stand behind you." Zhong Yi said: "You don't have to worry, I will never leave your side whether it is reception or business."

"...that sounds weird." Wang Xiaoming blinked his eyes: "Why do you insist on taking a detour?"

Zhong Yi was silent for a while, and then said: "I can't come forward."

Wang Xiaoming immediately asked: "Why?"

Zhong Yi glared at him: "Don't you know how to look at your face at all? I don't want to say it now."

Wang Xiaoming was also silent for a while: "Then will you talk about it in the future?"

"...Probably." Zhong Yi looked away: "Not necessarily."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming said: "Then this matter will be put on hold for the time being. But I'm still very curious—don't stare at me, I said put it on hold, put it on hold."

If you are determined to ignore some auspicious and innocuous rules, it is actually very simple to reopen the back door.

Although Wang Xiaoming looked like a half-bottled guy at first glance, Zhong Yi was determined to quickly train him with the devil, not to make him capable immediately, at least try to make him look capable.

And fortunately, Wang Dazhuang's last business before going out doesn't seem to be too difficult, so except for some inseparable compasses and the like, he keeps most of the magic tools at home, at least they are real ones, and it's enough for appearance.

Zhong Yi felt that he had worked really hard.

Not only do you have to deal with the squib Wang Xiaoming, but there is also a Muggle waiting for you.

Lu Xiaolu was still thinking about worshiping Zhong Yi as his teacher and learning the superb modeling technique. When Zhong Yi called, he came immediately.

"Open the door? No problem!" When Lu Xiaolu heard Wang Xiaoming ask him what to do, he immediately waved his hand and readily agreed.

"But this is your door, why do you want me to open it?" Lu Xiaolu immediately wondered after being clear: "Didn't you say it was locked last time? Did you lose the key?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "Hey, this..."

"Isn't it just to open the door? Look at your babble." Lu Xiaolu glanced at Wang Xiaoming with disdain: "I'll go and open it for you right now."

"Don't!" Wang Xiaoming immediately blocked him: "Not now."

Lu Xiaolu: "Huh?"

"Listen to me first, I'm not asking you to help, I'm..." He glanced at Zhong Yi.

Zhong Yi signaled him to continue.

"Do you want to come to my house for an internship?" Wang Xiaoming made up his mind.

Lu Xiaolu: "Huh??"

"Didn't you find an internship?" Wang Xiaoming himself said very guilty: "Then what, come to my house for an internship? You don't need to do anything, just open and close the door on time every day-every day. So you can live in my house, or Commuting, this is up to you. Take care of meals during the post."

Lu Xiaolu frowned: "Xiao Ming, what are you talking about?"

"Then what, I can help you fill out the internship appraisal form, and use the identity of the shop owner to prove that you-well, you have an internship with me. My grandfather specially got a seal for my appraisal form. I asked the counselor ,efficient."

Lu Xiaolu is the one Wang Xiaoming has the best relationship with in the dormitory, Wang Xiaoming knows him very well, although Lu Xiaolu seems to be convulsing most of the time, but in fact this person is very clear in his heart, so Wang Xiaoming also feels very baffled when he breaks up in front of Lu Xiaolu .

Lu Xiaolu's expression gradually turned subtle: "Xiao Ming, do you know what you said just now—no, all your behaviors now are really suspicious?"