Volume 1 In 2007, my grandmother gave me the golden silkworm poison Chapter 2
Mr. Zhang fell into a deep sleep and we exited the ward.
Boss Gu came up to us and asked how the situation was. We shook our heads and said that we would probably have to wait until the evening to find out.
He agreed that after a long day of traveling and hard work, he took us to the nearby Regal Kowloon Hotel for dinner. The Zhang family was haggard and weak, so he sent Zhang Jiatian, the second son of Chairman Zhang, to accompany us. Qin Li had already
After arranging everything, we took the bus. When we arrived at the hotel, it was indeed much more luxurious than what I had seen in China. The Miao restaurant that A Dong and I opened together was like a village girl compared to a princess.
generally.
Of course, this kind of prosperity is all built with Hong Kong dollars, so I can’t envy it.
While eating, I talked to Zamao Xiaodao about something. I once treated an armed police friend in Chenzhou, eastern Hunan, and he was haunted by evil spirits and resented me. Later, I caught the ghost and saved him.
I told the process for everyone to know. Miscellaneous rumors indicate that there may be some discrepancies. The ghost around Wu Gang is just an obsession, and the dirty thing on Zhang Dong may be possessed by evil spirits.
He even had reason to suspect that Director Zhang had been tampered with.
If so, the problem is much more serious.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was surprised. Zhang Jiatian, the second son of Zhang Dong, couldn't help but ask, is there someone behind the scenes, deliberately plotting to kill his father? Why? Because our language is unknown, he has been
He expressed his distrust and incomprehension, and at this moment he was even more sarcastic, saying: "You two are still masters at solving crimes, and you can see the story behind them at a glance? Then I really have to listen carefully, look at my dad.
He is a cripple, who is he and what is his motive to harm him?"
Zamao Xiaodao did not answer his question, but turned to look at me and asked Little Poison, did you see anything?
I thought about it and asked if it was the "evil gathering pattern"?
Zamao Xiaodao nodded and said that you could see it too. Others asked what the evil-gathering pattern was. I explained that it was a kind of marble-like pattern that appeared on the back of the neck when the disease occurred after being cursed.
If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to see the cloud pattern clearly. It will be similar to the dirt pattern that appears after not taking a bath for a long time. Usually, only vicious spiritual curses will produce evil gathering patterns, and this spiritual curse can only be produced by those who have magic power.
Only an old witch with good skills can do it.
That evil spirit actually became particularly terrifying when it was shined through a magnifying glass.
After Zhang Jiatian heard what we said, he asked his father if the curse could be cured. He was full of hope, and his tone was a bit humble. Zamao Xiaodao and I both shook our heads, saying that this was difficult to solve. The occurrence of evil-gathering lines
It’s not Taoism, it’s not magic, it’s not witchcraft, it’s something imported from Western witchcraft. It first came from the original teachings of the ancient Gypsies, and was used in the Gypsy astrologers’ “Tarot Cards, Crystal Balls, and Cat Spirit Curse”
one of them.
This is a pagan trick. Zamao Xiaodao and I only heard it mentioned by our third uncle when he was setting up the dragon gate, but we don’t know the solution. Not only the two of us, but even the third uncle who told us probably doesn’t know.
However, the simplest solution to the evil laws all over the world is () to find the person who has descended.
We asked Zhang Jiatian who his father had offended. Zhang Jiatian frowned. His father had traveled between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait for most of his life in the past few decades. To say that he had no enemies was simply a fantasy.
; But there are too many enemies. I can’t tell who it is at the moment, but I have to find out more about this one.
Seeing that Zhang Jiatian couldn't explain why, we were not in a hurry. It would be best to ask Director Zhang about this matter.
Because we had to be busy with things in the evening, we didn't drink and ate in a hurry. Boss Gu was busy with things, and there were constant calls during the dinner, so naturally he couldn't follow us all the time, so he sent Qin Li to accompany him. He went with Boss Gu.
It's Mr. Tiger Cat. This fat bird has eaten all the food, flapped its wings, and gone to find happiness.
To be honest, this fat bird is more mysterious than the hairy trail.
After returning to the hospital, Zamao Xiaodao and I sat on the corridor seats in the hospital corridor, quietly waiting for midnight to come.
A group of people were watching nearby.
As the night progressed, Zamao Xiaodao and I closed our eyes and were concentrating, while Mrs. Zhang kept scanning me with doubtful eyes. I was living in this world and often felt such distrustful eyes. Zamao Xiaodao had long been calm and composed.
My appearance does have some sensational effect; and in terms of appearance, I don't look like a righteous man? I'm just a green-skinned young man. It doesn't matter, the bun has meat but not in the folds.
At twelve o'clock, I opened my eyes and saw Zamao Xiaodao looking at me.
We looked at each other and smiled, then got up and walked into the ward.
Zhang Dong was lying on the bed drowsily, with his gray hair exposed, and slept with his eyes closed. We did not turn on the lights, and drove out all the people who followed us. A simple dipping table was set up in the alley, with incense candles and three
Offerings, three fruit plates, cleansing hands and burning incense, he danced the peach wood sword he carried with him, and recited "Deng Zhen Yin Jue" amidst the curls of green smoke and incense candles. His whole body was shaking like chaff, and the tip of the sword was hesitant. When I saw his sword
I just want to laugh at the fact that this guy's peach wood sword is newly made, without any talisman blessing, it's just the same thing.
call
A yellow talisman burned on the miscellaneous hair path, and the tip of the sword danced.
Ever since I came to the Oriental Pearl Tower, it has always been the protagonist. He was so aggressive, so I stood by and made a pot of soy sauce. Of course, I was not really idle, but looked around the ward carefully with my "ghost eyes".
Everything: It is mid-June, and the climate in Hong Kong is hot. There is air conditioning and constant temperature in the room. However, when I am there, I feel an inexplicable chill. This coldness does not originate from the body, but directly affects the heart.
However, apart from the coldness, I didn't see anything else evil.
This is the purest evil-gathering pattern effect.
Zamao Xiaodao was chanting sutras and actually sat cross-legged. The voice in his mouth gradually became quieter, almost silent. I knew that the evil spirit had not been summoned, and he was preparing for a protracted war.
I walked out and told Zhang Dong's family and Qin Li who were waiting outside that if the ghost didn't come, today's matter might not be solved.
Mrs. Zhang was full of opinions, so she and her second son talked to me. But after all, it was Boss Gu who introduced me, so she didn’t want to be too embarrassed. I didn’t bother to pay attention, so I explained, returned to the ward, and moved a stool.
Sit down and stay with me until dawn.
I waited all night, but the evil spirit never came.
Zamao Xiaodao recited silently, and when I woke up in the morning, there was still a murmuring voice coming out. He recited it all night long.
Wow, this half-hearted guy is so serious and dedicated, he hasn't even given me a deposit yet.
When Mr. Zhang woke up in the morning, he let out a long sigh and said that from noon yesterday to this morning, he had not slept so peacefully and comfortably for a long time.
I asked Director Zhang if he had offended anyone recently.
He was silent for a long time, his tone was difficult, and he shook his head feebly. He said that when it comes to his enemies, he could not count them with both hands. If this person does not have many enemies in his life, he is simply a failure. Fortunately, this is all.
Generally speaking, he is considered a successful person: his business rivals, the grudges he has in daily life, the unscrupulous people lurking around him... there are too many to mention.
Zamao Xiaodao told Director Zhang that this matter was not easy to handle.
We can help him set up a Feng Shui bureau in the bedroom to prevent the invasion of external evils, but this cannot solve the most fundamental problem. Once evil gathering lines appear, walking and breathing can attract cold evil things and bad luck. This matter of luck, generally speaking
Talk about the three words "Heaven, Earth, and Man". Heaven is the birth chart and the birth date, earth is the current events and geographical environment, and people are their own qualities, efforts, and opportunities. The so-called "images are formed in the sky, formed on the earth, and formed on the earth."
That's how it is that "people become their destiny". When evil patterns are gathered into oneself, the right time, place, and people will be rejected, just like a "black hole" of bad luck.
If it is not eliminated, all precautions will be taken but one will die.
In fact, if you want to avoid it, you can also find a magic weapon that gathers fortune and luck and wear it with you to offset the two.
However, this magic weapon is hard to come by. If you look for it in a hurry, where can you get it?
Director Zhang closed his eyes and left two lines of tears, saying that he was a man who had done a lot of bad things throughout his life in the business world, but what made him regret the most was that he had done too many things that were sorry for his family. He was a lustful man.
, always unable to control his crotch, has harmed so many fellow women over the years. I don’t even know how many people have been cross-infected by this disease alone, so he deserves retribution.
Director Zhang couldn't explain why, so we had no choice but to leave the ward.
Qin Li offered to take us for a walk in Central, but Zamao Xiaodao refused in order to maintain his superior demeanor, so we returned to the hotel to catch up on our sleep. In the evening, Boss Gu called me and asked how the situation was. I shook my head and said
This matter is more difficult to handle, and it is not as simple as we imagined. If it is just a ritual, then that's it, just do it. But within a few days, something happened again, which ruined the reputation of me and Zamao Xiaodao.
To dig deeper, Zamao Xiaodao and I are neither Sherlock Holmes nor Mr. Di Renjie, so how can we get to the bottom of it and figure everything out?
Boss Gu sighed and said that Lao Zhang was asking for trouble, so he didn't care. He would treat us to dinner in the evening and meet an old friend.
I asked which one it was?
Boss Gu smiled and did not answer, only saying that he would know when the time comes.
Not long after, Qin Li came to pick us up. When we arrived at the hotel, we saw Li Jiahu, the father of Xue Rui, a little girl who had been injured by a glass window, and her mother, Ms. Coco, waiting with Boss Gu at the door. We hadn’t seen each other for a long time, so it was natural to have some pleasantries. Li Jiahu
He held my hand very enthusiastically and said that it was so rude to leave in a hurry that time. I didn't care. It's human nature. Besides, it's a good thing they left in time. Otherwise, I would have hurt innocent people.
It's too late to regret it
We went back to the private room to eat. The dishes were very Hong Kong-style, especially the "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall", which was my first time eating it and it was very delicious. Talking about Xuerui's current situation, Li Jiahu was very worried. He said that his daughter is still being treated in the United States.
However, the condition is very complicated and may not be cured for a while. He also talked about an incident, saying that his daughter really worshiped a master. The master's name was Ron Ping. He was an old man who opened an antique shop in Chinatown and had a white beard.
Da Da, who is over ninety years old, is neither deaf nor blind. It is fate that the two of them have formed a master-disciple relationship. They have met that he is a master with real abilities.
Zamao Xiaodao and I both raised our hands and said congratulations, but in our hearts we thought, bah, how can there be so many masters in the world?
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, Li Jiahu talked about something again.
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