The daily life of the fortune teller who was forced to open business

"Heh~" A dry hand pinched the young man's chin, raised his face and slapped him with the other hand without hesitation. After the slap, he looked around, feeling unsatisfied, and on the right again. A slap across the face: "You bastard born of a bitch, how can you have better reincarnation luck if you are a bastard like you? You see, your father is looking for someone to save you again."

It was a skinny old man, his face was gloomy, his complexion was blue-gray, and he was clearly not a living person.The young man—that is, Secretary Yao and his son, Yao Junjie, had dark eyes and no brilliance, and he would not say a word no matter how much the other party beat him.

At first he was able to run and resist, but after finding out that it was useless, he became desperate.

The old ghost slapped him again with a smile, and threw him against the wall. Yao Junjie slammed heavily on the wall, making a muffled sound. He snorted and closed his mouth again.

The pajamas were rolled up, revealing skin covered in bruises and bruises.

Ever since this old ghost entangled him, he has been beating him all the time.

The old ghost kicked him again, just right on his stomach, he curled up in the corner of the wall into a shrimp in pain, the old ghost sat down on his bed with satisfaction, and said maliciously : "Your father's status is really eye-catching... You say, I will entrust your father with a dream, and I let your dog's life go, how about his fate for me? I will use his body to enjoy a ten-year life." Years, isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Yao Junjie, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened his mouth, and he said word by word: "...you, dream, dream."

"Yo, you're quite angry, why did you go so early when you're so sensible?!" The old ghost moved his fingers, and pushed Yao Junjie who had just stood up to the ground again, his forehead hit the corner of the desk, Immediately a pillar of blood rushed down, the old ghost greedily looked at his blood, and slowly said: "Don't die, I haven't played enough yet."

The old ghost pulled the desk vigorously, and the solid wood table legs made a harsh sound on the floor, and immediately a servant below heard: "It's not good! The young master has gone crazy again!"

The old ghost ignored Yao Junjie, instead he walked out of the room and walked down leisurely.No matter what kind of master he is, he has reason, and if he sees him with sense, he should get out. If he doesn't know the sense and insists on meddling in this matter, he will take revenge and go back without any cause and effect.

Not to mention, the master that this bastard's father brought back these days is also one of his pleasures.

The old ghost brushed past the rushing servant and Yao Junjie's mother, and they felt a gust of cold wind passing by, making their hair stand on end with the cold.

As soon as the old ghost sat down on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, he heard a voice yelling from upstairs: "Come here—call the doctor!"

"Stop the bleeding first! Ma'am, step aside!"

"Xiaojie! Xiaojie, wake up! Don't scare mother!"

There was a strange red light in the old ghost's eyes, he closed his eyes as if listening to fairy music, and began to savor it while shaking his head.

Ah... so beautiful.

***

Nan Shi closed his eyes and sat in Secretary Yao's car, with Qinglan neatly sitting next to him, while Secretary Yao sat in the co-pilot aggrieved. Minister Ge originally wanted to come with him, but Nan Shi Refused, had to cry and go home alone.

Because of the darkness, there are few pedestrians on the road, and there is no such thing as a speed limit these days, the car drives very fast.

During this limited time, Secretary Yao told Nan Shi all the ins and outs he knew, and when he was about to condemn himself for failing to teach his children well, Nan Shi said flatly: "If you drive faster, it will be too late .”

Sitting on people's graves, kicking people's tombstones, and in places like mass graves, Secretary Yao and his son are really brave and not afraid of death.

But it is obvious that the sufferer did not think about letting him go. In just a short while, Secretary Yao's children's palace has sunk deeply, and it is covered with a layer of black air. At first glance, it looks like a panda's eyes. I don't know. Some people thought that Secretary Yao stayed up all night cultivating immortals.And the most shocking thing is that even Secretary Yao's own life palace is a little dark.

Now it seems that this sufferer is not a kind person, not only the person concerned, but also the family members.

Secretary Yao was startled, and immediately urged the driver: "Hurry up, drive faster!"

The driver looked at the road ahead intently and said, "Sir, the gas pedal has been pushed to the bottom!"

Secretary Yao didn't care about this: "Hurry up! We must catch up!"

When the group of them finally arrived at the door, before the door opened, they heard crying inside. Secretary Yao's heart sank, and he saw his housekeeper rush out and shouted at them: "Sir, are you back? It's too late Not much to say, hurry up, move the young master to the car, and hurry to the hospital!"

That means there is still salvation!

Secretary Yao didn't care about other questions, and hurriedly ordered people to carry the child into the car. The family doctor held Yao Junjie's forehead through the gauze with one hand, and followed their pace, and said quickly: "Young master hit his forehead, and the blood can't stop. , have to be sent to the hospital for stitches!"

The dazzling red devoured the pure white gauze at a speed visible to the naked eye, dripping down from Yao Junjie's face from time to time, leaving a string of blood spots on the ground.

"Sheng, you guys go!" Secretary Yao followed two steps, seeing his pale son, his eyes were sore, he nodded to the family doctor: "Old Geng, please leave it to you!"

The family doctor responded, and then there was the sound of the car starting. Secretary Yao had just watched the car off, but when he turned around, he saw that Nanshi had disappeared: "... Where is the North Daoist?!"

"Northern Daoist?" The servant was confused for a moment, and then realized: "...Just now the Daoist has already entered! He said he was waiting for you in the living room!"

Secretary Yao frowned, feeling unavoidably dissatisfied—his son was seriously injured like that, but this Taoist leader was fine, he didn't even want to stand for a while to express his concern, and went straight in and sat waiting for him.

He turned around and entered the door, and suddenly found that all the servants were standing quietly at the door of the living room, and no one spoke.

There is a set of sofas in the luxurious living room, Chief Bei Dao sits on the single seat on the left, his maid stands behind him, his wife sits in the middle, and the sofa on the right is empty.

Secretary Yao pushed away the surrounding servants, squeezed in, and subconsciously cursed: "What are you all doing here? I invited you back just to eat?"

This sound alarmed Nan Shi: "Mr. Yao, it's just fine when you arrive."

"We can talk."

Secretary Yao suppressed his anger and stepped forward. Before he could utter any questions, Nan Shi pointed to the chief seat in the middle: "Please sit next to Mrs. Yao."

He nodded, stepped forward and sat down, his wife looked at him with tears in her eyes, and called out: "Old Yao..."

"It's okay, it'll be fine...Why are you sitting here?" Secretary Yao hugged his wife heavily, but before his wife could answer, Nan Shi said, "Let's serve tea."

With this sound, no one dared to pour tea.

This Taoist priest was so weird, it was as if he had cast a curse on everyone after entering the door, and they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

The butler bit the tip of his tongue, pushed everyone away, and stepped forward. Hot water and tea were always on hand. He brought up the teapot to make tea for the three of them. Just as he was about to say 'please use', he heard Nan Shi say, "Pour it again. Take a cup and put it in front of the seat opposite the old Taoist."

The butler trembled and looked at Secretary Yao. Secretary Yao nodded slightly, signaling him to obey orders.

There was no sound in the living room, and the clinking of the tea utensils was so eye-catching.

Nan Shi didn't embarrass them too much, and when the steward had arranged it, he said, "Okay... people who have nothing to do with it should avoid it first."

What kind of evasion method?

Secretary Yao said, "Go back to your room and close the door. You can't come out without shouting."

"Okay, sir." The butler replied, he gestured a few times, and the servant felt that the invisible pressure on his body was gone in an instant, took a deep breath one by one, and ran away like flying.

After a while, Secretary Yao saw the butler on the second floor signaling to him that everyone except him had returned to the room, and then returned to the room. With the sound of closing the door, Secretary Yao looked towards Nan Shi: " Chief Bei Dao, what kind of regulation is this...?"

Nan Shi stroked his beard and said meaningfully: "The sufferer is at your house. If you have something to say, just sit down and discuss it politely. There is no need to cause family ruin."

These words made Secretary Yao break out in cold sweat, even looking at the sofa where no one was sitting, he felt the chill rushing up. Mrs. Yao simply let out a small cry of surprise and shrank into Secretary Yao's arms.Secretary Yao held back and said, "You mean... the poor man, why don't you sit down?"

"Yeah." Nan Shi nodded: "Mr. Yao, you have to apologize to others."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and flicked his sleeves, and the long sleeves of the long Taoist robe brushed the shoulders of Mr. Yao and Mrs. Yao, extinguishing the fire on their shoulders.

The two only felt that their sight was covered by the wide sleeves. When the sleeves fell down, they looked again, and found a sinister old man sitting on the empty sofa. Secretary Yao covered his mouth with one hand very neatly— —his own and his wife's.

His wife rolled her eyes and was about to faint. Secretary Yao quickly let go of her hand and pinched him instead: "Hold on, it's all for Xiaojie."

"...Yes...Xiaojie..." Mrs. Yao murmured weakly, and sat up straight again. If you didn't look at her face, she would be a well-mannered wife from a rich family.

The old ghost took a deep breath while holding the hot tea, and said arrogantly: "The Niubi who came this time can still speak human language."

Nan Shi smiled slightly and did not refute him.

Isn't he just pretending to be a Taoist priest? To say that he is arrogant is to praise his performance.

"What's the old man's surname?" Nan Shi introduced: "The old Taoist name is Beiming. Mr. Yao and Mrs. Yao must know the old man."

"Miangui, your surname is Niu." The old ghost said angrily: "Yo, your master has a big heart, and this name is quite interesting... I advise you to leave this matter alone, because you are considered polite. I don't mess with you either."

He giggled, obviously smiling, but it made people feel endless malice.He licked his lips, his whole face was filled with the pleasure of revenge, and even his eyes began to turn red: "Hehe...you can go, I'm going to decide the fate of this bastard."

Mrs. Yao suddenly said sharply: "What on earth do you want?! Why are you willing to let my son go... oh!!"

Secretary Yao quickly covered her mouth. If their words were useful, they would have apologized to the people around them a lot in the past, and even sent someone to the mass grave to help people rebuild the tomb. Didn't the other party spare their son?

The corners of the old ghost's eyes rolled down: "You are dreaming."

Some people are obviously suffering, but they can make themselves like a big villain boss.

Nan Shi secretly shook his head in his heart, pressed his finger on Suan Tian, ​​who was about to move, and said: "Since Mr. Yao invited the old master to do the work, the old master is not good, so he just left."

He raised his hand: "Mr. Yao, Mrs. Yao, you are not strict in discipline and have hurt Mr. Niu. You should apologize to Mr. Niu first."

Mr. Yao immediately pushed Mrs. Yao, pulled her to the ground and kowtowed three times to the old ghost: "Our husband and wife are not good enough to discipline you, so I apologize to you here , I hope that your lord will ignore the faults of villains, and because the child is still young, you will spare him once!"

"You can get any compensation you want, money, offerings, as long as we can do it, we will do it."

The old ghost's face became more and more ugly, and he pointed at Nan Shi and cursed: "Well, you old bastard, you want to blackmail me? No way! Let me tell you, that little bastard crushed my coffin and crushed my head. So let me let him go? What a dream!"

He pointed at the couple again and said, "Unless you two cut off your heads and give me a kick! Otherwise, we won't talk about it!"

Nan Shi chuckled: "How can this be considered a threat? Don't be biased, Mr. Niu."

"That kid only stepped on the head of one of you, how can you kick them both? This is going to hell, the judge will calculate it, but it's a bad debt."

This is true.

In the car, Nan Shi found that Secretary Yao’s life palace was not right. The second thing he entered the door and found that Mrs. Yao, the housekeeper, and even the servant’s life palace were not very good-looking. When he saw this old ghost again, he knew that this old ghost wanted to kill someone intentionally. The door is full, and even his pug is not willing to let him go.

This is not very good.

According to the old ghost, Nan Shi also felt that whose turn it was to not be angry?It is completely understandable that the other party wants Yao Junjie's life, because he is too angry and wants to take revenge on his parents. It's a bit of a magic way to kill people all over the house.

The development of the underworld is very good, but too many people have died in recent years, and the underworld management can't manage it. How can they manage this kind of karmic revenge?It is best if someone is willing to apply for a revenge certificate to take revenge in accordance with the law. If you don’t do it, then you won’t do it. Illegal revenge, if you have the ability to do it, don’t report it to the underworld. Settle with him.

But come to arrest people personally, sorry, the underworld is seriously short of manpower, and there is no time to deal with dead people.

If Nanshi doesn't come, this old ghost will kill people all over the house and hide in the Horned Gada. Unless some kind-hearted people do justice for the sky, there is really nothing to do with him--and, this old ghost seems to be about to turn violent .

Too much resentment.

The reason why Nan Shi hurried in was because he sensed this resentment. Secretary Yao and the others probably lived here often so they didn't feel it. In fact, the temperature here was already at least ten degrees lower than normal.

Although the room temperature in S City is so cold in winter, there is no reason why it is so much cooler in a room facing north than outside.

"You don't have to try to scare me!" The old ghost said again: "I will definitely settle this account with them, even if black and white impermanence stands in front of me, I am not afraid! I am the one who suffers!"

Nan Shi shook his head and called out, "Qing Lan."

Qinglan, who had been standing behind Nanshi all this time, moved. The old ghost felt bad, and a strong ominous feeling enveloped him in an instant. Before he could escape in the future, he felt a slender hand pinching his shoulders. A pleasant female voice came from his ear: "Mr. Niu, think clearly before speaking."

"You... Li Gui!" The old ghost yelled in horror, looked at Nan Shi in disbelief, and then laughed wildly: "You two idiots! You actually invited this kind of evil way! You Taoist priests who raised Li Gui Dare to please hahaha!!!”

Mrs. Yao was fine. Secretary Yao looked at the blue-clothed maid who was in the same car with them just now, and his face was pale.

At that time, he even secretly thought that such a young and beautiful woman followed the old Taoist priest, wouldn't it be the old Taoist priest's restraint?

The story of ghosts and gods was already very mysterious, and Secretary Yao didn't know whether the other party could read people's hearts, so he immediately became afraid.

When Nan Shi raised her hand, Qinglan pressed on the opponent's shoulder again, and the spiritual power passed along the contact point, directly controlling him.Qinglan said coldly, "Please be careful with your words."

Nan Shi smiled and said: "The old man is reasonable, Mr. Niu, the old man will ask you again, would you like to accept the Yao family's compensation?"

The old ghost can also see now that this old Taoist priest is simply hard when he can't do it, and what he walks is to show courtesy first and then fight, and he is not afraid that he won't agree--there is such a big ghost, what else does this old Taoist priest do? Can't do it?

He said that he was reasonable, and he was right. If he was not reasonable, with this ghost, he would be pressed to death directly, and there would be no compensation at all.

The old ghost was silent for a long while: "...I never thought that the Yao family would be able to invite a Taoist priest like you, that little bastard is lucky!"

Seeing this, Qinglan let go of her hand, and returned to around Nanshi.

Secretary Yao was overjoyed: "You mean you are willing to accept compensation? Just say it! I will definitely do it!"

The old ghost spat on the gorgeous carpet resentfully: "So what if you don't want to? Huh!... Listen carefully, I want your family to enshrine my ranking, three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, flowers and fruits, Four seasons and eight festivals, three animals must be sacrificed, one must not be missing!"

"Yes, yes!!" Secretary Yao nodded his head.

"That little bastard in your family has to recognize me as a godfather, and he will sacrifice to me every year in the future. After he has heirs, one of them must have my surname, and pass on the incense of my Niu family!"

Secretary Yao didn't hesitate at all: "Yes!"

The old ghost suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, it's not over yet... I want your life!"

"...What do you mean? Do you want me to die for my son? That's fine too!" Secretary Yao immediately agreed.

"Who wants you to die?" The old ghost looked at Nan Shi provocatively: "Old Niubi, aren't you very capable? You transfer his fate to me, or you ask me to send it to him so that no one will be disturbed." I found out that that little bastard will call me daddy from now on, so I'm naturally not willing to take my own son's life!"

Secretary Yao's face changed, he reached out and held Mrs. Yao's hand, motioning her to stop talking, and then went to look at Nan Shi: "Bei Daochang, this..."

"It's right to offer incense every day for sacrifices every year." Nan Shi has already taken out the Suantian from his sleeve and is playing with it in his hand: "But Mr. Niu, don't overdo it. The longest time is for a lonely soul to be sent to someone else." But three years."

"So what? I haven't enjoyed such a good life yet! Isn't it reasonable for him to exchange his life for his son's life?" The old ghost licked his lips, his greedy eyes looked at Mrs. Yao all the way from the crystal chandelier Over the age of 35, the face still has charm: "I like such a beautiful woman. If you follow me in the future, I promise to love you more than him. If you have two children in the future, you must be more well-behaved and sensible than this."

Following the old ghost's words, resentment visible to the naked eye condensed around the old ghost, his eyes had turned red, and the purple shroud he was wearing was gradually stained with blood.

Mrs. Yao backed away in shock and said tremblingly, "You are dreaming!"

"Then you don't want your son anymore?" The old ghost said with a sly smile, "I've placed my conditions here. If you don't want to, I'll take Yao Junjie's life."

It's over, and this is about to start to get worse.

Nan Shi turned his head and said to Yao's couple: "You two, can you take a break for a while? Let Lao Dao and Mr. Niu chat for a while."

The two nodded repeatedly. Mr. Yao took Mrs. Yao and walked to the study next door. The old ghost stared at the backs of the two of them.

"What?" He said in a strange way, "Just now you said you wanted to reason with me, but now you don't?"

Nan Shi sighed: "I shouldn't have reasoned with you."

After talking about this truth, people are about to become angry!Is he some evil spirit?Could it be "The Dafa of Bewitching" that came out of his mouth?

"It seems that you have also discovered it." The old ghost Yinjiu smiled, his body's resentment soared, and his blood almost swallowed his shroud in an instant: "Thanks to you, the old cow nose, who gave me a ride. Why should I reason with them? They were wrong first, they were born so well, they have clothes, food, and a big house to live in! What about me? I don’t have anything!"

"I died alone at home. My nephew took my house and bought a pair of rags and buried me. He didn't even burn me a piece of paper money, and his head was trampled to pieces by this bastard! I don't accept it! I It's going to be-ah!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Nan Shi raised his hand, and a rainbow shadow cut through the space in an instant, and smashed hard on the opponent's head.

Immediately, the old ghost fell limply to the ground, but he didn't faint. He glared at Nan Shi viciously: "...What is this?!"

"It is said in the hexagram that today you will suffer from bloodshed." Nan Shi stepped forward and leisurely picked up Suan Tian Dao.

He deliberately controlled his strength. As long as this old ghost hasn't managed to transform his strength, he can still be saved.

Nan Shi grabbed the other party's collar and threw him into the sofa, and threw a tortoise shell on him with his backhand: "What's the matter with turning into fierceness? Isn't it fun to turn into fierceness? One by one, you need to sharpen your head to turn into fierceness. What, when Li Gui, do you think there is food to eat? There is no food to eat without offering sacrifices!"

The old ghost screamed. He reached out and grabbed Nan Shi's sleeve corner, but saw that the original azure robe began to fade, and became extremely dazzling: "...you...you too..."

"What is it!" Nanshi said again in a turtle shell: "I give you two choices. One, I will send you to the west, so that you don't have to worry about food and clothing in the future. Two, accept people's offerings honestly. There is no shortage of everything, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing."

"There is no third option."

The old ghost screamed again, and for some reason, the resentment on his body dissipated a little.

Nan Shi's resentment grew stronger.

What a ghost, automatically inhaling grievances—don't say, this period of time has been a bit pleasant, and the grievances will dissipate if you don't pay attention!This can't work!Once you enter the Li Gui Sect, you will be a Li Gui for the rest of your life, only the difference between a rookie Li Gui and a big brother Li Gui!nothing else!

How can he tell fortunes physically when the grievances are gone?

This can't work.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Nan Shi went up again with a turtle shell: "Speak!"

"I... I don't want it anymore! I don't want to be sent! But I want everything else!"

As the resentment subsided, the other party's eyes became clearer: "We can't miss four seasons and eight festivals! We can't miss three incense sticks in the morning and evening!"

"That bastard still has to call me godfather! Kowtow to me!"

Nan Shi nodded in satisfaction: "It's not too bad."

He clapped his hands, put Suantian into his sleeve pocket, and called it a day, it was hard work for Suantian.

Then he called the Yao family couple, and completed the contract under his witness. If the Yao family couple did not abide by the contract, the old ghost would naturally take revenge on them. You have to bless them, even if you can't do anything, you can just guard the house.

Nan Shi hummed a tune and got into his carriage in a good mood. He blinked at Qing Lan: "How about it, isn't the young master handsome..."

Why?Wait, isn't he pretending? !

Why did he hit someone's head with the sky just now? !This is not the point, the point is that Qinglan saw it! ! !