My magic stick is going to heaven!

In the early days of the Republic of China, Wenjia Town.

"Exorcism Talisman! Ten silver dollars a piece, no money if it doesn't work! Pass by, don't miss it! If you miss it, you can come again!"

On the street where people come and go, a young man wearing a small mandarin jacket and long gown, straw woven shoes on his feet, and a decent Taoist robe on his body, fiddled with the hair fork on the top of his head with one hand, and shouted loudly at the same time. shout.

This person is Wen Changlang, under the forehead of the clouds, the brows that are naturally raised upwards seem to be soaked in spring, rippling with waves, and a pair of eyes that are as black as pure jade, shining like stars.

Just one face attracted all the female students in the school to be fascinated by it, but his personality is very rough, professional ghost catching and fortune-telling, that is, after the introduction of Western culture, the magic stick is popular nowadays.

The magic stick is the magic stick. In Wen Changlang's perception, he understands the magic stick as: a stick in the hands of gods, designed to beat evil spirits.

"I think you are the ghost that should be exorcised! You are bluffing here every day!"

The sheriff not far away held an electric baton in his hand, and the voice came before the person arrived.

The movement of Wen Changlang is also fast, the big cloth is rolled up, hugging the body and running, just in time to go to the market, there are many people in the downtown area, and they run away after a while, running east and west, and they arrive at an old street that still retains the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty alley.

The alley is deep and winding, and along the way, the cobblestones on the ground are covered with moss, which is green, and there is a small vendor selling sugar figurines next to him.

"Boy Wen! He was kicked out by the sheriff again for bluffing and deceiving!"

Wen Changlang blew a whistle ruffiantly, took a bunch of little sugar figurines, and then disappeared. From the deep alley, came a very nice word

"The craftsmanship is good!"

The small vendor of the sugar man spat fiercely, as if resigned to his fate.

With seven turns and eight turns, Wen Changlang went all the way to the deepest part of the alley. There was a dilapidated old wooden building, where Wen Changlang's ancestors lived for generations. There was a plaque with three big characters of Yinyang shop on it, but it was a bit old and dilapidated. The peeling paint is not counted, the key is that it is crumbling, I am afraid that it will not last long.

Wen Changlang looked distressedly at the desolate and desolate scene of Yinyang Shop, and his heart became even more distressed. This job is in his generation, living in the era when the Christian God culture is popular, this business is even more difficult to do. .

Those people!I'd rather ask God than pay him a little money, alas, the world is getting worse!The world is going down!

It seems that he has to find another way out!

How to put it, he is a new-age cultural element who has been in school for several years. It should not be difficult to find a job in a serious way...

In the evening, Wen Changlang used his fate as a battle array and his own blood as a guide to make a hard calculation for himself. He wanted to calculate his fortune. Wealth is gold, and gold is the first of the five elements, and it is in the east.

As a result, a lot of blood was consumed to entrust such a brat and point him in a direction!

Fuck!One direction, what can be discerned!And it's still yin and west!

Wen Changlang almost smashed the kid's dog's head, thanks to the kid running fast and sucking so much blood from him, if he catches him next time, he must give him a few talismans!

As far as the Yinxi position is concerned, he has been avoiding the gathering of resentful spirits recently, so how could it be his fortune position, could it be... His fortune is related to those resentful spirits that have appeared recently?

Lying on the swaying and creaking wooden bed, the damp breath filled his nostrils, Wen Changlang tossed and turned, and could not sleep soundly.

With always keen ears, he listened to the howling wind outside and the ghosts clamoring around the wooden building.

Wen Changlang said fuck it!So I got up, opened the wooden window, and cursed: "What's the name! It's not letting people sleep!"

For a moment, all the ghosts were lonely, and a few red leaves floated in the air, and landed on the window coffin accurately.

Picking up the leaf, Wen Changlang felt a strong resentment. The blood flowing on it created this leaf, which was stained with a strange yin energy.