"Sister Yu, I noticed that you seem to have lost a lot of weight recently."
"seriously."
"Of course it's true! I never tell lies. Sister Yu, you must be losing weight recently, right? I think your waist is at least a little smaller, and your skin is much whiter."
I flattered him for a while, and then I got my meal smoothly.
I walked out of the corridor with my meal, walked a few steps, and gently opened the door of room 409.
"Master Xu?"
"Master Xu? I made a meal for you. It's still hot. You should eat it quickly."
The old man was already awake. He was lying on the bed covered with a quilt, his eyes empty, looking at the roof in a daze.
"Daowazi...is gone?"
I nodded and said: "Let's go, but he shouldn't be in any pain, the knife is very fast."
"Can you walk me through the process?"
I immediately told the truth, including the last scene when I pushed the knife into the freezer.
After listening to what I said, Mr. Xu's eyes turned red. He stretched out his hand from the quilt and wiped his eyes, and whispered: "More than ten years ago, the leader of the Eight Sects, the amazing fortune teller, made a prediction for me.
"
He murmured to himself: "I asked him at that time when I would die, and he said that the day when the butterfly falls on the lamb will be the day of my death."
"Can you understand?"
I looked solemn and nodded: "The butterfly represents the janitor's discount, and the lamb represents Daowazi."
"cough!"
He coughed and smiled bitterly: "My child, you are really smart. I have only now realized that Daowazi's real surname is Yang, and the homophone of Yang is sheep... More than 20 years ago, I gave relief to Dao
The child gave me five hundred dollars, but I never thought that I would receive a lifetime reward from this child, who protected me for twenty years."
"He didn't have to accompany me here..."
I said: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water. Call me Lord and protect you forever. Brother Daowazi is a well-known man."
"Hey...it's over. Old man, my life is over too. I have to go find Daowazi."
After that, he looked at me and asked: "Young man, we are strangers to each other, but you have greeted me, brought tea and water, and helped to deal with Daowazi's body. Why don't you just tell me, what do you want from my surname, Xu?"
I will give you everything I give you."
Yo, I didn’t expect to be spotted so quickly.
I pointed to the window sill, where there was a row of small clay figurines. If you look carefully, you can find that these figures have a plum blossom-shaped mark carved on their bodies.
A layman can only watch the fun, but an expert can watch the door. In fact, these clay figurines are all modeled after the faces of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Not only the faces, but also the clothes, expressions and movements are exactly the same as those of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
With the plum blossom-shaped mark and the person's surname Xu, I had already guessed that there was a 99% chance that this person was the "Ghost Master Xu" who had disappeared from the world for more than thirty years...
Wavelets.”
The so-called book door refers to a group of people who specialized in imitating calligraphy and paintings on albums in the antique shops in the past. This small group of people had a very high status in the antique shop.
Strictly speaking, Xiaomi's master, Uncle Liao, is considered a registered disciple, but Uncle Liao is far less powerful than the old man in front of him.
Before the 1950s, the most valuable antiques were not bronze weapons, nor gold and silver jewelry, but calligraphy, painting, and calligraphy! A word worth a thousand pieces of gold is not just for boasting.
During the Republic of China, whenever Rongbaozhai, the best antique shop, wanted to buy some valuable ancient paintings, he would go to the masters of the bookstore and ask: "Isn't this painting a replica of you?"
Only if the master of Cemen said otherwise, the shopkeeper of Rongbaozhai would dare to pay a large sum of money to accept it.
Xu Xiaobo, the Ghost Hand, told me that there was such a person in the past. I guessed that he must have hidden something good.
I made it clear directly.
I said, Mr. Xu, you have no children. If you have any inheritance, please leave it to me. From now on, every Qingming Festival, I will definitely give you a stick of incense.
After hearing what I thought, instead of getting angry, he burst into laughter.
Finally, he actually spoke the dialect of his hometown: "You son of a bitch, this is what you planned."
I just laughed.
Then, he looked at me and said, "I have something hidden outside, but even if I tell you where I hide it, can you go out and get it?"
"You don't have to worry about this all the time. I have my own way."
After hearing this, he first looked at me thoughtfully, and then said, "That's it, come here."
"After I die, those things will be yours. Those things are priceless. You must remember the address."
"They are all hidden in Nanjing, Confucius Temple, No. 2 Changbai Street, opposite Bailu Community..."
