Metaphysics, from getting started to giving up

The middle-aged man was startled, and immediately asked, "How did you know him?"

Zhou Yi's heart sank slightly. Judging from the performance of the middle-aged man, it seems that this old way is not simple?

He thought for a while, and answered truthfully: "I heard it from two passers-by by chance, and they seem to want to buy some evil-suppressing things from this old man."

"Hey, it's still suppressing evil spirits," the middle-aged man seemed to hear a joke, and sneered, "I think! This old way is clearly the most evil!"

As soon as this remark came out, he immediately realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly fell silent.

Zhou Yi said in awe, "Elder Xu, what do you say?"

Elder Xu put away the radio, quickly grabbed the young man who was still looking at Zhou Yi stupidly by the ear, and dragged him to the door of the shop, and asked the young man to close the antique shop.After closing the door, he waved to Zhou Yi and Xie Qianchou with a serious face, and led them to the second floor of the antique shop.

Asking his disciples to prepare tea, Elder Xu sat on the carved chair in the tea room on the second floor, then lowered his voice, and said solemnly: "During this period, an old Taoist priest indeed came to Antique Street. The origin of this person is unknown, but he is dressed in Mystic skills are profound and unpredictable. He has a newly made sycamore crutch in his hand, and a phoenix blood red bead is inlaid on it. The phoenix blood is still flowing inside. I think this person just hunted and killed a green phoenix. .”

There was a cautious look on Zhou Yi's face.

Now is no more than a thousand years ago, it is the end of the Dharma era, and all kinds of ancient and strange beasts are competing to become extinct.

Even Bi Fang's tail feathers on his pair of Taoist-made sunglasses were a treasure that was picked from the fox family only after asking Hu Ying.

The blue phoenix is ​​also a blue bird, but it is even more noble than Bi Fang. It is not easy to find another one in this degenerate age, let alone hunt it down with your own hands and make red beads with the blood of the phoenix.

"But if this old Taoist is so powerful, why is there no record about him in the Daomen of Jindu?" Xie Qianchou frowned while listening to the conversation between the two, "There is such a powerful master of profound arts, he How could it be so unknown?."

Elder Xu heaved a long sigh: "That's why I said this old way is the most evil."

Zhou Yi and Xie Qianchou looked at each other, and leaned forward at the same time in an unusually tacit understanding, putting on a posture of listening attentively.Elder Xu glanced around again, and after making sure that no one else heard the conversation between the three, he spoke slowly:

"I suspect that he is not alive."

"The living dead? Is he a zombie?" Zhou Yi wondered.

Elder Xu shook his head: "I can't describe his specific situation. In short, as long as you see him in person, you will know why I said that."

***

When the moon is dark and the wind is high, all ghosts travel at night.

Zhang Dalu sneezed, and the night wind howled, making him a little chilly.But thinking that he still had important things to do, he had no choice but to hold back the chill and quicken his pace.

He was holding a blue-patterned plum vase in his hand.

Zhang Dalu is a local master, in layman's terms, he is a guy who fights against graves.

However, unlike those described in novels and movies, Captain Mojin who is proficient in gossip and feng shui, he is just a farmer who can't read.In the early years, I followed a few tomb robbers from other places to rob and dig a few small official tombs, and tasted the sweetness, so I stopped farming and concentrated on tomb robbery.

Jindu has a long history, and countless histories and dynasties are buried under the thick soil.

Years have changed, in order to enjoy the rare treasures that can be enjoyed after death, the predecessors are cheap for a local turtle like him.

However, limited by his ability, Zhang Dalu could not go down to the imperial mausoleum like those captains who touched gold. He could only touch some landlord's tombs casually and steal some porcelain and pottery tiles to survive.

This blue and white porcelain was dumped from a landlord's tomb he recently opened.

The antique market is full of fish and dragons. Excluding fakes and family heirlooms that can be regarded as rare items, most of the things that have been handed down to the world are stolen from graves.

Zhang Dalu had a long-time acquaintance owner on the antique street in Ermaqiao, and most of the things he fished out of the grave were handed over to this owner for sale.

suddenly.

The wind picked up.

The new wind was bitter, and Zhang Dalu sneezed hard again.

Strange, he muttered to himself, even if it is winter in Jindu, the temperature will hardly drop below zero, why does he feel extraordinarily cold tonight?

Zhang Dalu stood still in the same place, thinking wildly, and then, he heard some other movements.

Da da da.

It sounded like footsteps.

Zhang Dalu was startled, and without thinking about it, he ran into the small alleyway of Antique Street.In order to regulate the antique market and create a civilized city, the Jincheng City government specially arranged 24-hour patrols on the antique street to arrest tomb robbers like Zhang Dalu who came here to sell stolen goods and rescue cultural relics.

It's just that while he was running, he turned his head subconsciously.

Humans have bad roots. After running far, they will involuntarily look back to confirm how far they have run.

Zhang Dalu is not immune either.

But when he turned around, he was stunned.

Under the night, beside the street lamp, stood a young man in a beige windbreaker.

The brows and eyes of the other party were not very clear because they were too far away, but his clear and handsome face was vaguely visible, like a dream, like an aristocrat stepping out of a giant movie screen.

Now, do the current police officers have to rely on their faces to post?Zhang Dalu couldn't help thinking.

Just at the moment when he was distracted!

call--

A gust of wind hit him, blowing him bitingly cold.Zhang Dalu didn't see anything, he just felt a pain in his back, as if he had been hit by something.He opened his mouth, and before he could even exclaim in surprise, he collapsed limply, and the blue and white porcelain in his hand slipped down.

However, before the blue-patterned plum vase fell to the ground and shattered, someone held it firmly in his hand.

Xie Qianchou held the vase in one hand, and threw the throw at Zhang Donkey with the other, and retrieved the sleeping talisman that made him faint instantly.

The person under the street lamp walked towards him quickly: "Who is this guy?"

Xie Qianchou shook his head: "It seems to be a local master who sells stolen goods... Tsk, pieces of paper, it's a pity, it's not that old way."

Zhou Yi's face was a little heavy.

After getting the information from Elder Xu that the old Taoist might not be alive, Zhou Yi and Xie Qianchou did not go back home, but instead begged Elder Xu for assistance, preparing to meet this strange old Taoist.

Just according to what Elder Xu said, this old Taoist would only appear on the streets of Ermaqiao at midnight, with a cane in his hand and a spirit-calling banner on his shoulder, selling some psychic things.The specific time of the old Taoist's disappearance is uncertain, and he may not appear every night, nor may he appear on time at midnight.

Therefore, Zhou Yi and Xie Qianchou could only wander around the Erma Bridge all night, squatting on the old way.

It's a pity that they have been squatting for three days, and in the end they only found a local master who had the guts to sell the stolen goods.

He kicked Zhang Dalu, who had fallen asleep in disgust, in disgust. Xie Qianchou walked up to Zhou Yi, put the blue and white porcelain in his hand on the ground, and reached out to Zhou Yi to help him tidy up the mess that was blown by the night wind. Some messy hair.

Zhou Yi took out his mobile phone to call the nearby police station, and couldn't help but twitch his eyelids: "This blue and white porcelain is a rare and large plum vase, and you just threw it on the ground like this?"

Xie Qianchou couldn't help but moved up to him and kissed him on the face: "No matter how expensive it is, it can't compare to the little piece of paper in our house."

Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and pushed him away: "Don't move."

"Just use your hands and feet." Xie Qianchou hugged his waist again.

"Are you a primary school student?"

"Yes, I am your bad student."

Zhou Yi glanced at him again: "Recently, you have improved a lot when you talk nonsense. What's the matter, are you going to learn from Ye Minglang again?"

Xie Qianchou grinned: "I am self-taught."

He put his arms around Zhou Yi's waist, letting Zhou Yi lean on his body and pillow on his shoulder.Although Qin Shuya's scandal has basically been resolved in the past few days, the follow-up work is still very complicated.In addition to the hot screening of "Feng Song", Zhou Yi had to hold large and small press conferences on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had to record some testimonials for the crew. In addition, he went to Jiangdu during the day to record the new episode "The University of the Country"... Xie Qianchou saw it in his eyes, felt distressed in his heart, wished he could replace it with his own body, and ran the announcement for Zhou Yi by himself, so that his little piece of paper could stay at home and rest.

Lying on Xie Qianchou's body, Zhou Yi didn't push him away this time.Closing his eyes, he also felt a little sleepy, and said in a low voice, "Well...let me lean in, squint for a while, and go squat on that old man later..."

Xie Qianchou couldn't help but said: "Why don't you lie on my back and I'll carry you."

"Can you move your back? Don't press it down."

"It's okay." Xie Qianchou squatted down.

Zhou Yi was not too polite, and lay on Xie Qianchou's back again, and only after the other side picked him up did he feel more comfortable sleeping.

"To be honest...how about I ask Ye Minglang and Ye Qingkong to squat here." Xie Qianchou felt sorry for him.

Zhou Yi shook his head: "No, I have to ask that old man about some things myself."

Xie Qianchou was silent for a moment.

"Did you hide something from me?" He asked suddenly.

Zhou Yi was startled: "What did I hide from you?"

Xie Qianchou said sullenly: "Do you want to ask him about the dragon sucking formation?"

Zhou Yi did not speak.

Xie Qianchou felt a little sad and unwilling.Zhou Yi is always like this, taking care of everything by himself. In the past, Xie Qianchou could still numb himself, telling himself that he was too useless, so Zhou Yi kept everything from him.But now, he is already trying very hard to catch up with Zhou Yi, wanting to fight side by side with him, but Zhou Yi is still...

"Don't think too much, I just don't want to cause you trouble, after all, this matter is only related to me." Zhou Yi kissed Xie Qianchou behind the ear.

Xie Qianchou said, "No trouble, Paper, I just want to pamper you a little more."