It is not surprising that Ah Sheng was extremely polite. Niu Xiaotian is not what he used to be. The various halos on his head make even the richest men feel a little in awe.
"Brother Sheng, please be polite to me and please sit down." Niu Xiaotian said with a smile.
"Brother, sit down first!"
"It doesn't matter when the time comes, we are all good brothers, just sit down."
Niu Xiaotian laughed, his face full of sincerity, and handed over a cigarette.
"Brothers have never changed, and their quality is valuable." Ah Sheng was very happy, lit up a cigarette, and revealed the purpose of his trip.
My wife is pregnant and I want my brother to estimate whether it will be a boy or a girl. What should I pay attention to?
Observing Ah Sheng's face carefully, Niu Xiaotian said with great certainty: "Brother Sheng is a daughter of a daughter. Don't worry. Mother and daughter are safe. The next child should be a boy."
Ah Sheng smiled happily, nodded and said: "Haha, great, I just want a girl, a caring little cotton-padded jacket, and someone who can be pampered. Of course, having a son will be perfect!"
The two of them burst into laughter. Ah Sheng hesitated for a moment and said two more things.
According to Niu Xiaotian's arrangement, Ah Sheng dug a hole into the toilet of the old house in Jinyuan Town and sunk it into the ground. He then bulldozed the old house and donated it.
Later, it became a place for children to play, and some national sports equipment was installed there.
Just a few days ago, Ah Sheng received news that the ground of the old house suddenly collapsed, and all the bricks in the toilet were dug out overnight.
I don't know who did it, it seems weird.
Niu Xiaotian couldn't help but be frightened. His first instinct was that the statue of the Spiritual King hidden in the toilet had been taken away.
"Brother, I'm not sure, so I want to ask you for an idea."
"Brother Sheng, just pretend you don't know about this matter and don't get involved." Niu Xiaotian said sternly.
"I understand. Anyway, the land in my old house has been donated and has nothing to do with me. After I heard about it, I didn't go back to see it."
Ah Sheng waved his hand and took out something else from his pocket, a writing brush wrapped in thin plastic paper.
It looks very old. There is an orchid engraved on the barrel of the pen, and the tip of the pen is worn bald.
"Boss, this thing has an evil vibe to it," Bai Fei reminded sensitively.
"It's Huang Pizi's evil spirit." Meow Star further confirmed.
Niu Xiaotian also felt it, but he still took it in his hand. With his current cultivation level, he was not afraid of the invasion of evil spirits, so naturally he didn't care.
"Brother Sheng, where did this come from?" Niu Xiaotian fiddled with it.
"One of my father's school colleagues asked someone to send it to him. He said that his parents gave this brush to him before the accident and told him that if an accident happened, he would hand it over to me. Huh! This man's brush looks very good.
It’s valuable, so I kept it privately. I spent the whole day practicing calligraphy, and my calligraphy was pretty good, but it’s really bad.” Ah Sheng snorted dissatisfied.
"Why did I give it back to you again?"
"I'm sick and I'm about to die, my conscience is condemned."
Ah Sheng blew out the cigarette with disdain and said, "My wife always feels uncomfortable when I leave it at home. Brother, can you please check and see if there is something wrong?"
Of course there is a problem!
The so-called wolf hair above is actually the hair of the weasel.
The key is that this is hair taken from Huang Xian and has been specially treated.
It can interfere with the mind and create unrealistic fantasies. Over time, it can cause depression, loss of appetite, and lead to illness and early death.
Then why did the man who hid the brush live for more than twenty years?
It's easy to explain. I retired in the past few years and was bored, so I started practicing calligraphy with calligraphy. Before, this brush had been locked in the cabinet.
"Brother Sheng, this writing brush is very evil. It is especially harmful to pregnant women. You can't keep it. It will not be good for you in the long run." Niu Xiaotian said seriously.
"Although it was left by my parents, I'm not attached to it. I just don't understand why my parents left this writing brush?" Ah Sheng asked.
"I must want to send you some signal."
Niu Xiaotian said, using a little force, he pulled off the brush tip.
He took out the silver needle from his cuff, dug a few times into the pen holder, and took out a small piece of paper.
Ah Sheng slapped his forehead fiercely, forgetting that the pen holder might be empty and could hide something inside, so he excitedly came over to take a look.
Niu Xiaotian unfolded the note and saw that it was written in exquisite small letters,
"Xiaosheng, my parents entered the Dharma by mistake, thinking that they could live forever and protect you. But they never thought that you would still suffer a disaster, and they are extremely heartbroken. My parents deeply regret that they gave up the Dharma practice. Recently, they have always felt a sense of foreboding, as if
A disaster is imminent. Xiaosheng, when you see this letter, leave the old house as soon as possible, as far away as possible, and don't look back. Also, throw away this pen."
Signed, Tai Shudong.
Ah Sheng held the letter, his hands trembling, unable to control himself, and burst into tears.
"Brother, you are right. My parents believed in evil spirits, and that is why they suffered. I have been investigating for so many years, but I only found out the truth." Ah Sheng choked with sobs.
Dharma Gate, Niu Xiaotian determined, refers to Dharma Menju.
Ah Sheng's parents, members of Famenju, felt betrayed because their son was kicked out and insulted the statue, causing them to die on the street.
From that statue, Niu Xiaotian deduced another result.
Famenju’s belief is the Spiritual King!
The so-called boss of this organization, Jishi Lingjun, is also the Lingwang.
Famenju, Qinglingmen, Yulingyuan...
The Spirit King's tentacles can be said to extend in all directions, and also demonstrate his ambition to dominate the world.
"Brother, what does Dharma mean?" Asheng asked with red eyes.
"Brother Sheng, don't pursue this matter." Niu Xiaotian advised.
"My parents died inexplicably. If I don't care, what will my children think of me if they find out in the future?" Ah Sheng clenched his fists.
"Just because you are about to be a father, you should think more about your children. It's not worth it to be implicated. Don't let the tragedy happen again."
"I'm unwilling!" Ah Sheng beat his head.
The Spirit King took Heizi away, and Niu Xiaotian was unwilling to do so.
However, challenging the Spirit King now is no different than seeking death.
After persuading Ah Sheng for a long time, he finally calmed down and realized deeply that as a mortal, he had some hatred that he could not resolve and could only be buried deep in his heart.
Both the letter and the writing brush must be left behind.
Ah Sheng read the letter many times, took photos, and then left.
Afterwards, Niu Xiaotian crushed the two things into pieces, wrapped them in paper towels, threw them into the toilet, flushed them away, then lay down on the bed and slept peacefully.
The next morning, the three of them drove into a bulletproof vehicle, chatted and laughed, passed through Fengjiang City, and returned to Xingwang Village.
It is rare that Bai Han has credibility and the journey went smoothly without any danger.
Niu Xiaotian sat in the yard and basked in the sun for a while, then picked up his mobile phone, called Bo Han, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Old Bai, it was a pleasant trip."
"But I regret it, so I should kill you." Bai Han said.