everything can be done

As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry, if you have something to go to the police, if you have nothing to do with a monk... No, it is a fortune-telling to a Buddhist temple.

The Buddhist club, as the name suggests, is a local club formed by a group of young bald men. It is similar to the one in a university. It does not belong to the establishment of a business. Except for being inspected by the superior once a year, the rest of the time likes to spend the rest of the time.Most of the real Buddhists stay away from the world of mortals, unless the sky falls and they can't find Nuwa Empress to mend the sky, they will go out of the mountain slowly.

Cheng Wanshi hated dealing with these old men and women the most, so this time he wanted to find out if there were any victims who were trapped by the seven-day talisman like Chen Li, and the first thing he thought of was the Buddhist shrine.Of course, the Buddhist society he knows is not the traditional organization where Buddhist believers communicate with monks, but a secret group that specializes in dealing with ghosts and evil spirits.

The Buddhist shrine here is quite large, in the urban-rural fringe near Sanming Road, it looks like an ordinary Internet cafe, but there is actually a universe inside.In the past or now, many people are still puzzled: "Why should a good Buddhist society be established in a place where there are mixed dragons and snakes, and there are all three religions and nine streams?" For this, the little bald heads explained: "There are many people in the world, but few Buddhists. , not born in the world, not stained with the world of mortals, how do we come to realize it? What's more, we are different from the abbots and masters of Hanyang Temple, we only believe in and respect Buddha, and it is difficult to reach the realm of dust."

Cheng Wanshi raised his eyebrows: "Speak human."

"Hey, it's easy to get news here, and it's better to earn points." The little baldheads touched their shiny bald heads, smiling brightly, with a bit of indescribable smell.The points in their mouths are the common currency of the mysterious world, which is different from human banknotes. They are used by all kinds of warlocks, including low-level warlocks.With the points, you can buy heaven and earth spirit treasures suitable for your physique and ability, or various daily necessities in the spirit market. After all, after starting to practice, the things you eat, wear and walk are different from ordinary people.

Become everything: "..."

To be honest, he prefers such people, who are young and energetic, who face desires frankly, are cuter than real monks.After leaving Chen Li's house, everything went on non-stop, and he arrived at the Buddhist shrine not long after.It just so happened that the youngest person on duty today was Cheng Fei, whose lay surname was Cheng, and with his dharma name, he sounded like a married relative, so Cheng Wanshi's attitude was a little better.He looked around calmly, and suddenly bent his fingers and tapped on the table. The crisp knocking sound suddenly broke the silence in the room.

The little bald man who didn't know what video he was watching looked up in surprise, and when he found it was him, he immediately took off his earphones, clasped his hands together and said, "Cheng benefactor, here again?"

"Don't make it sound like I'm looking for work for you all day long." Cheng Wanshi dragged a computer chair over and sat down, resting his chin, and glanced lazily at the person in the light blue monk robe, "But this time it's Something really happened."

Shi Fei immediately showed "Look, I'm not wrong" eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Seven-day talisman."

Eyes widened suddenly, Shifei stood up, swayed before standing still, and hurriedly ran to the reference room to rummage through boxes and cabinets.After a while, he ran out panting with a stack of scrolls in his hands: "Cheng, Cheng benefactor, take a look, is it this?"

Knowing that this person knows a lot, he is not polite about doing everything, so he picked up a scroll and looked through it: "Well, it should be, a resentful spirit came to my store before, I was curious for a while, and finally came across a postcard. A room full of seven-day talismans..." At this point, he paused on purpose, raised the corners of his lips and looked at the little bald man opposite.

Right and wrong almost didn't come up in one breath, coughed a few times in discomfort, and then slowly said: "You, you didn't deal with it?"

"Of course it's clean!"

This time it was my turn to be speechless: "...Oh."

Cheng Wanshi calmly threw the scroll back, crossed his legs, opened the Coke that Shi Fei just bought and had no time to drink with one hand, and drank most of it: "There may be other seven-day talismans, I didn't count."

"How can you not count!" Even the "donor" forgot to shout, and directly raised the volume, so loud that Cheng Wanshi's ears were almost deaf.He kicked his legs subconsciously, and the computer chair slid back a lot, out of the range of the sonic attack, and then rubbed his ears and replied: "You think my spiritual power is flooded! If it can be counted, I will come Looking for you?"

Hearing this, Shi Fei paused for a moment, recalling that when he read the Ten Great Gossips in the Mysterious World in the past, he read that the seemingly powerful man in front of him suffered a catastrophe thousands of years ago, and almost lost his soul, and has not recovered until now. .He was instantly ashamed and lowered his head to mutter.Cheng Wanshi waved his hand in displeasure, and the aura turned into a small whirlwind and blew up the stack of books abruptly, his face was confused: "Remember to tell you those brothers and masters, I can't control the seven-day talisman, there are other things to do." Do."

"Oh, okay, benefactor Cheng, walk slowly..." Shi Fei came back to his senses and thanked Cheng Wanshi repeatedly.If it wasn't for the good intentions of the other party, it might take a while for them to figure out the wreaking havoc of the seven-day talisman.

Informed of the news of the rebirth of the Seven-day Talisman, Cheng Wanshi waved his hand gracefully, indicating that there is no need to give it away, and walked out the door on his own.On the way back, he also met a few wild prostitutes standing in the neon lights to pull customers. Maybe it was rare to see such a handsome young man who was not bald. .

The sky is getting more and more gloomy, giving people an extremely depressing feeling, which seems to indicate something, or... Huge raindrops quickly hit the ground, splashing countless water splashes.Cheng Wanshi took out an oil-paper umbrella like a magic trick, and walked down Past Street humming a song, ignoring the gazes of others.People with good deeds want to take pictures, but their newly bought mobile phones fail for no reason, and no matter how they take pictures, there are only dense rain streaking across the screen.

Compared with the seven-day talisman, Cheng Wanshi thought more about it. After all, the talisman in Chen Li's room seemed to be made by a novice, so except for the trapped resentful soul, the others... might have been burned.Otherwise, if a crazy resentful soul comes every seven days, even if there is no movement in the underworld, the human government should have called a special department to deal with it.

The howling wind blew past my ears, and the light yellow surface of the oil-paper umbrella was unknowingly stained with a touch of gray, just like the beautiful mountains and rivers in the painting, layered on top of each other, with a unique charm.But Cheng Wanshi had no intention of admiring it, holding an umbrella and stopping in front of the crossroads, several thoughts flashed through his mind.In the end, he pursed his lips and naturally chose to turn left.

Where he walked, there was a three-inch long paper man lying down at some point.It looks fragile, but it grows when it absorbs water, until it becomes the size of a living person, and then stands up unsteadily, looking like an ordinary-looking girl in a white skirt.She blinked, her expression was lively, she didn't open an umbrella, and she wasn't going to hide under the eaves, but suddenly turned and ran to the right.There was a burst of noisy voices from the police station not far away, vaguely words like "coming" and "special", and then quickly quieted down.

Anyone with knowledge would recognize it as a simple puppet technique, the method that Cheng Wanshi has been using to deal with the police.

The heavy rain was dripping, and everything was covered by the water vapor. The white cat was lying under the eaves, very bored. From time to time, it stretched out its paws to scratch the osmanthus petals floating on the water, and the strength of its tail flicked softly.Seeing the oil-paper umbrella float into the backyard, it called lazily: "The dried fish is finished..."

"So fast?"

The white cat nodded, his eyes were full of unrequited love.

Probably because of the heavy rain, it came up with a whim and planned to sing a few lines to meet the occasion, but it thought of many poems with lingering and tragic endings, and then recalled the little brother with glasses who had a relationship once... From this, the older single virgin male cat has no reason Falling in lovesickness, he sneaked to the kitchen and swallowed the whole basket of dried fish, leaving nothing left.

Cheng Wanshi raised his thumbs up: "I give you a thumbs up, it's amazing."

"The ancients said that turning grief and anger into appetite is a great good." The white cat raised a paw and patted Cheng Wanshi's trouser leg, gently wiping away the smell from the paw.

Too lazy to argue with the other party, Cheng Wanshi sighed, and squatted down beside him: "There is no rush delivery from the fishing ground on heavy rainy days, and I will place an order when the weather clears." He touched the cat's head, "Oh, why did you say it suddenly became It's a troubled time... I went to the house of Resentful Soul, and I came across Seven Sun Talismans, and the whole room was filled with them."

"Seven-day talisman? The one that sleeps for seven days?" The white cat was taken aback, pondered for a moment, then passed its head over, "It's such a vicious thing... it burns people and then sleeps them, tsk tsk."

"That's right." Cheng Wanshi frantically rubbed the white cat's head, feeling that the hand felt very good, diluting the boredom in his heart.

The white cat struggled vigorously, turned its back, and suddenly a pile of fluffy tails appeared from behind: "Rub it, don't hurt my head, you will make me bald sooner or later."

The sound of the rain became more and more urgent, and suddenly there was a booming sound again and again, and the muffled thunder seemed to shake the earth.The wind with the rain was a bit colder, and one person and one cat retreated into the house in a very tacit understanding, and continued to chat about the fragments in the ashes. "The escape of the resentful soul should be related to the fragments. I still need to go to your president to find out the situation. It is impossible to get involved with him for no reason. If something big happens in the future... I will not be safe!" the white cat said. He said to the frowning person beside him, shaking the wet strands of hair on his body.

Cheng Wanshi had no choice but to agree: "Well, I know... By the way, do you want me to ask his assistant's mobile phone number by the way?"

"Okay, okay!" The white cat rubbed its paws.

Seeing that it was so anxious, Cheng Wanshi smiled slightly: "It's a beautiful idea. If you don't hurry up and practice, you won't be able to change your human form when the handsome guy with glasses dies. When the time comes, you two will be friends? Phone dating?"

"Can you stop being so sharp-tongued and fall in love quickly to lower your IQ." There was a trace of frustration in the words, and the white cat lowered its head, thinking to himself: What is love, I still want to do it—cough cough !However, if it doesn't change its person, it really won't be able to lure someone... It silently closed its strange pair of mandarin duck pupils, and lay down limply as if falling into a coma.

……

Until nightfall, the heavy rain never stopped.

In a dark room, a woman with disheveled hair held a sharp scalpel tightly in her right hand, and bloody red liquid was constantly rolling down from the tip of the knife.In front of her was a bloody corpse, with its back facing upwards and its half-stripped human skin turned outwards. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and occasionally there was an inexplicable scent. The two were mixed together. Makes me dizzy. "It's not enough... not good enough... more... don't blame me... I just think... it's not my fault!" The sound of the rain outside the window gradually overshadowed the woman's harsh words, leaving only the strange smell that continued to permeate , constantly...