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Zhou Hui turned his head, Gao Yuanxia stood behind him with arms folded, and interjected.He has no interest in the matter of marriage. If this person asks if he can draw the lottery by himself, what should he say next to him?

The old man was wearing a blue gown with a white beard and asked them, "You want to ask about marriage? Marriage is easy to calculate."

Zhou Hui came out of his guts, waved his hand, and pointed to the person behind him: "It's not us, it's him!"

The old man raised his head and glanced at the person standing behind him, and then turned back to look at the person sitting in front of him.The two young men sit and stand, one is simple and the other is heroic, the other is careless and the other has nothing to do with them, and they don't know who to ask.I had to ask the person sitting in front of me: "Didn't you draw the lottery? This lottery is good, why don't you count it?"

Zhou Hui said nonsense: "I shook it for him, of course I counted it for him."

The old man was a little confused, lottery drawing is about fate, what kind of lottery people get, it is all arranged in the dark, and it is the first time he has seen someone else draw lottery, this is the hexagram It's hard to say.Finally, the old man patted his bald head: "All right. Then it belongs to both of you."

Zhou Hui: "..."

The old man took out the book, flipped through it against the lot numbers that Zhou Hui brought, and then pointed to the two lines above with a smile and said: "This is the 89th lottery you got. If it is a marriage lottery, the sign is 'The moon on the sea is the moon on the sky. , the person in front of you is the person in your heart. The heart is always the heart of the spectator, but the person is the person in the play.'”

The person who wrote the signature was really lazy. He took a poem at random and wrote it into the notebook as a signature.Zhou Hui probed over, glanced at the signature, and couldn't help frowning: "What do you mean?"

The old man shook his head with a book in his hand: "The moon on the sea is originally the moon in the sky; the person in front of you is just the one you love. It seems to be within reach, but in reality no matter how hard you spend it, it is useless. However, no one in the world can escape the word secular."

Zhou Hui: "..."

Gao Yuanxia: "..."

What this person said is a mess, it's as if he didn't say anything.

Zhou Hui tapped the "Shangshang Sign" engraved on the underside of the sign, and asked, "Master, am I not the sign of Shang Shang? What are you talking about? It's useless and you can't escape it. Doesn't that sound like a good word?"

The old man took a sip of tea and turned his mouth: "Didn't I just say that your lottery belongs to two people. If you sign above, you sign below; if you sign above, you sign below. This works out It’s not easy to tell the hexagram.”

Gao Yuanxia paid the money and took Zhou Hui away.

They also had to go to the end of the temple to ask for something safe before dark.

There was a small room with a Buddha right above it, and some yellow charms hung around the walls.

A middle-aged monk was lighting incense in the corner. He was kind-hearted and smiling. When he saw someone coming, he put down the things in his hands and said Amitabha to them with palms together. Someone is coming again, planning to light incense."

Following his example, Zhou Hui clasped his hands together and said, "Master, I'm really sorry, I came out late today, and it took me a while to pay homage to the various gods, so I'm here now. I don't know if I can still..."

The monk still had a kind smile on his face, and he came out and said, "It's rare for you to travel a long distance to come to offer incense. Those who come here are predestined people. It's right not to talk about the time. Please come in."

Today's purpose is to seek safety, finally caught up, Zhou Hui stepped into the door quickly.He had just walked a few steps, and found that Gao Yuanxia hadn't followed in, so he hurriedly turned back to pull him, but Gao Yuanxia just stood there staring at the monk in the room, not moving an inch.He couldn't help urging: "Why don't you come in?"

Gao Yuanxia shifted his gaze from the monk back to Zhou Hui's face, and said, "I don't need to go in."

This man has such virtues, Zhou Hui didn't intend to force him, and walked in by himself.The monk also glanced at the people at the door, his head trembled slightly, and he welcomed Zhou Hui in.After the two sat down, the monk asked, "What trouble has the benefactor encountered recently?"

Zhou Hui was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the other party could see what happened to him at a glance, but when he thought about it, whoever came here was not troubled.After reacting, he said: "Master, I may not believe you when I tell you about my experience during these days."

The monk smiled and waved his hands: "The world is full of wonders. Although the monk has spent most of his life practicing in this temple and has not traveled around like other brothers and sisters, he knows all kinds of strange things. Young people, but it's okay to say."

Zhou Hui said: "Master, I have been haunted by unclean things for the past few months, and people around me have died because of me. Do you have any way for me to get rid of this thing?"

There were a few clicks at the door, as if someone was knocking on something.The monk heard it too, but he didn't pay attention to it, his eyes drifted away, he hesitated to speak, twisted the prayer beads around his hands, and said slowly: "After death, people's obsessions are incomprehensible, and they cannot enter reincarnation. Of course they will haunt people. Don’t let it go. There are three ways to solve it: one is to protect the body with talismans;

Zhou Hui knew that he was hopeless after hearing these methods, and Song Han's obsession was probably to take him to hell with him and haunt him forever.How can this obsession be resolved except for him sacrificing his own life?Holding a glimmer of hope, he cautiously asked: "Is that so? The master, I heard that monks have the ability to save the dead, but I don't know the master..." After finishing speaking, he stared at the other party in admiration.

The monk looked in the direction of the door, was silent for a moment, then turned around and waved his hands together and said, "Amitabha, in the eyes of the Buddha, all living beings are equal, how can the monk have the power of life and death?"

Zhou Hui softened like a pricked ball.

The monk continued: "It seems that the other party has a deep obsession. I have some spells that have been enshrined in front of the Buddha for a long time. The donor may as well take them for self-defense. You leave the other party's belongings and birthday, and I will try my best to recite them." Inspired him."

Of course, Zhou Hui wouldn't have Song Han's belongings or birthday horoscopes. Besides, chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's words to influence an evil spirit sounds like a consolation, but it doesn't have any real effect.He took some talismans, thanked the old monk, got up and left.

Zhou Hui felt sorry for the money he spent today. He had posted spells everywhere in his house, and he didn't know if this one was more powerful.I came here today with some hopes, but the people I met were vague and nonchalant, which broke all his hopes.

He walked out the door and saw Gao Yuanxia leaning against a peach tree in front of the house.

The peach tree had luxuriant branches and leaves, its trunk was as wide as two people's arms, and it was already much higher than the roof. The dense branches and leaves extended to the roof, and some dead leaves and branches fell on it.He thought of the saying left by his ancestors that ghosts are most afraid of peach trees, so the ancients often used peach trees as wooden swords to drive away evil spirits.He ran to the bottom of the tree, reached out and broke some peach branches, and prepared to take them home.

Gao Yuanxia glanced at the branches on the back seat, and asked casually, "What are you doing with these branches?"

Zhou Hui reached for one and fiddled with it: "I heard that ghosts are afraid of peach trees, so there is a saying of peach wood swords to exorcise evil spirits. I'll take some back and put them in the house to drive away the bad smell."

Gao Yuanxia stared at the road: "You do nothing but useless."

Zhou Hui said dejectedly: "Then what else, waiting to die?"

Gao Yuanxia glanced at his frowned eyebrows: "Enjoy yourself in time."

"Oh? Really?" Zhou Hui's eyes lit up, "For example?"

"with me."

"Pull it down!"

Zhou Hui put the peach branch back in the back seat, folded his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

Even death is a matter of tomorrow, and the two have to consider the issue of food and clothing, otherwise they will be starved to death soon.

After a simple dinner, Zhou Hui went back to open the shop.

Although the business is sluggish, it's better than letting everything expire.

Near midnight, Zhou Hui squinted his sleepy eyes and looked around for a long time, but no one came in.He got up to close the door, and as soon as he walked out of the counter, he found a little boy about 10 years old standing at the door, staring at him with a pair of black eyes.It turned out that the child was too short and was just blocked by the counter.

Zhou Hui looked at the little boy who only reached his waist, and ran to the door to look around for a long time, only to find that there was no one outside.He squatted in front of the little boy, and asked in a soft voice as much as possible: "Little friend, why are you here? Where are the family members?"

"I'm here to buy something."

The child looked up at Zhou Hui with a somewhat pale face, his tone of voice was a little weird, and his voice didn't look like a child's, which shocked Zhou Hui.In the middle of the night, a child suddenly ran to his store to buy things, and there was no parent, so it was inevitable that people would not think too much.He stammered and asked, "Little friend, what do you want to buy? Do you, you, do you have money?"

The child took out a banknote and handed it to Zhou Hui: "I want to buy paper, a big pile of paper."

Zhou Hui took the money hesitantly, turned around and went to the shelf to get a bundle of removable tissues. After the child took it and put it under his arm, he ran out without looking back.Holding the change, Zhou Hui chased to the door, only to find that the person had long since disappeared.

The street outside was empty, the night was pitch black, and the visibility was seven or eight meters.That kid was running too fast.Zhou Hui put the change back in the drawer, and sat back to play with his phone.

While playing, he suddenly smelled a rancid smell of blood, which came into the store from the street outside.According to Zhou Hui's previous personality, he might go out to check the situation, but after going through a series of things, he no longer dared to check any unknown and suspicious situations rashly.He walked behind the French windows, leaned on the glass, squinted and looked out.

Something was moving faintly in the dark corner of the street, and there was a sound of dragging heavy objects.When the moving object moved out of the shadows, Zhou Hui realized that it was the kid who came shopping just now, and he was dragging something with difficulty with one hand.

The child's eyes had turned into two black holes, and his face was as white as if it had been coated with flour. He didn't look like a living person at all.Zhou Hui held his breath and stared at the thing he was dragging, and found that it was a very fat man who was being pulled by one leg, and the back of his head hit the ground, leaving a bloodstain on the ground.

Zhou Hui covered his mouth, squatted down, and quietly moved behind the cash register.