Wang Yinchang's face was ashen, as if recalling what happened last night was a torture for him.
"Yes... you sit down first."
Zhou Shi sat down, watched Wang Yinchang take another sip of wine, stared straight at him, and said, "Shopkeeper, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
You are embarrassing the Sa family... Zhou Shi's mind turned slightly and he smiled: "That's a strange question for you to ask. Well, I can't say I don't believe it, but I've never seen it with my own eyes. In short, I'm half convinced." "But I saw it last night."
Wang Yinchang finished the wine, wrung his hands together, and talked about what he had experienced yesterday——
A few days ago, he went to the other side of the river to help people look at things. They were pressing him hard, so he boarded a boat to cross the river at noon and arrived at his employer's house in the afternoon.
It was a scholarly family with hundreds of acres of fertile land, so it was considered quite prosperous. As soon as he entered the house, Wang Yinchang roughly inferred the family's wealth and preferences through the toys, calligraphy and paintings displayed in the house.
What they invited him to see was a landscape painting with a poem inscribed on it and signed by Yuan Yongsheng, a famous calligrapher and painter of the previous dynasty. This man was a master of both calligraphy and painting, which was considered to be unparalleled in the world. Coupled with the war before the founding of Daliang, it was passed down.
Authentic works are even rarer. Even Wang Yinchang, the "King of One Eye", has never seen an authentic work.
Unfortunately, after Wang Yinchang looked at it for a while, he saw traces of being worn. Although the calligraphy and paintings are excellent, they are indeed imitations.
After he told his conclusion to his employer, he was not very sorry and asked him if he intended to accept the imitation.
Wang Yinchang is not only a treasure appraiser, but also loves antiques and antiques, especially collecting paintings and calligraphy. Although this is a replica, it is also a masterpiece, and the asking price is extremely low. After hearing what the owner said, he immediately agreed
I came down and took the calligraphy and paintings home.
It was already midnight when he got home, but he couldn't bear to sleep. He looked at this landscape painting with the lamp on all night. He couldn't bear to put it down at all, so he fell asleep holding it in his arms.
As a result, he had a nightmare all night long.
First, the painting in his arms turned into a bloody human skin, and then a fire ignited around him, trapping him in the scorching flames. When he was in a dilemma, he suddenly discovered that the human skin was ripped from his own body.
Coming down...
He woke up suddenly, and it took him a while to recover. But at this time, he just thought it was an ordinary nightmare and didn't take it to heart, so he hung the landscape painting on the wall and ignored it.
As a result, his dream that night was even weirder. He saw an old man coming to his home and tracing the painting by light. Just when Wang Yinchang was about to drive the old man out, he suddenly discovered that the old man was himself, and what he was tracing was his own tragic death.
The scene!
After waking up, he found that the painting originally nailed to the wall had been adjusted so that it faced the wall!
When he turned the painting over again, he was almost scared to death - the original landscape turned into a blood pool of purgatory, and the poem turned into a curse!
This frightened him so much that he rushed out of his house in a panic and wandered around the street for a long time, but he still didn't feel relieved. He didn't dare to go home, so he had to sit in the crowded Fengde Building.
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After Wang Yinchang finished speaking, he reached for wine and said worriedly: "I really have a home now and dare not go back! No, let alone go home, I can't even ask for my house!"
Seeing that he drank too much, Zhou Shi motioned to the waiter to give him sobering soup and said, "Mr. Wang, don't worry, I'll just go with you."
"You?" When Wang Yinchang heard this, he stared and said, "Shopkeeper, do you have the ability to exorcise evil spirits and suppress ghosts?"
Zhou Zhi secretly laughed in his heart: I don’t have the ability to suppress ghosts, but I do have the ability to attract ghosts, and it’s very big.
"The fortune teller said that I was born at the yang hour and yang moment, and was born with a perfect yang body. What kind of haunted house and ghost house will disappear as soon as I enter..."
He boasted, and made Wang Yinchang, who was in despair, stunned. He said to himself: Shopkeeper Zhou and I have known each other for nearly ten years. When has he ever had such a skill... Well, I don't know how to do it anyway.
At this point, if people are willing to help, why should they refuse?
Thinking of this, he hesitated and said: "Shopkeeper Zhou, that calligraphy and painting is really weird. I'm afraid I'll hurt you..."
"Why did Mr. Wang say this? Just don't worry, I just took a look. If you can't deal with it, then I will help you find someone with higher moral standards to deal with it."
Seeing Zhou Shi's confidence, Wang Yinchang was overjoyed and said: "Shopkeeper Zhou, you are my savior! Please, please..."
He took Zhou Shi's arm and was about to leave. Zhou Shi stopped quickly and said, "How about waiting after lunch? I still have business here..."
Wang Yinchang took out a piece of silver from his pocket, slapped it on the counter, and said: "This is also business! Shopkeeper Zhou, even if I beg you..."
Zhou Shi knew that he was really frightened to the point of being helpless. Now that he had grabbed hold of his own life-saving straw, of course he refused to let go. He had to explain it to Zhao Qinfeng and Agui, and let Wang Yinchang pull him out.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, what are you doing with the abacus?"
"Ah, this iron abacus has the effect of warding off evil spirits. It's the guy who takes advantage of it."
The two old men chatting together on the street was really unsightly. The two of them attracted many glances from passers-by, so Zhou Shi had to turn his back to avoid being seen by acquaintances.
"This is it! Shopkeeper Zhou, please!"
Zhou Shi looked up panting and saw Wang Yinchang leading him to a stop in front of a small house.
This is a relatively common small house in Jiangdu City. It is basically a one-bedroom, one-living room structure with no yard. However, considering the land price in Jiangdu and Wang Yinchang’s exquisite food and clothing expenses, being able to buy this house shows that his usual income is high.
How high.
Zhou Shi took a step forward and was about to go in, but found that Wang Yinchang had no intention of following.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, I'm sorry, I really don't dare..."
Zhou Shi smiled to show his comfort. He said: "It's okay. Please go buy a steamed bun. I want it to be piping hot. If you see me lying on the ground when you come in, put the steamed bun under my nose."<
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There were people buying steamed buns on the street they just passed by. He didn’t mention it just now, but now?
But Wang Yinchang didn't complain at all. According to Zhou Shi, this exorcism was probably very dangerous, but he was willing to take this risk for himself...
"Sorry to trouble you, Shopkeeper Zhou."
After Wang Yinchang left, Zhou Shi stepped into the house.
As he expected, the small living room was ornately decorated, with incense burners, screens, mirrors and other furniture rarely seen in the homes of the civil class. In addition, there were calligraphy paintings hanging on the walls, and cultural relics displayed in the cabinets.
Playing with carvings further reflects Wang Yinchang’s generosity.
But these pale in comparison to Wu Zhaokun’s home...
While Zhou Shi was observing, he was unconsciously attracted to a piece of running script. Although he knew it was an imitation, the imitation must have been someone's work. It was elegant yet steady, and it was truly a masterpiece.
He unconsciously traced the flying strokes on the paper in his mind, and suddenly felt something breaking and wandering inside his body, as if there was a force guiding his inner strength.
He found that his inner strength actually moved according to the writing method of the calligraphy sticker!
"Book monument hand?"
This is in line with the essence of the three postures of stele hand - the cultivation method of calligraphy and stele hand, which uses internal force to operate by observing and copying calligraphy and painting, and then puts it into the fingertips to form "the traces left by fingering, like a pen moving like a dragon or a snake; the hand is used as a knife."
, the effect of blow-drying short hair!
Zhou Shi was overjoyed that he could now practice the last and most magical of the three stele-hand postures! Thanks to Wang Yinchang’s collection of calligraphy masterpieces!
However, he did not have time to carefully appreciate the other works in the room to improve his level as a calligrapher. It took about half an hour to go back and forth from here to the busy market where the steamed buns were sold. He had to complete the investigation of the landscape painting before Wang Yinchang came back. He found the only painting and calligraphy with the back facing outward, took it off and looked at it carefully.
"Well, the painting is of the sunset over the mountains and rivers. It's really a wonderful painting and a wonderful poem..."
He tried it with a fire seal and found that there was indeed Yin energy attached to the painting.
"It seems there is really something dirty in it... It would be a pity to burn such a good work directly. Why don't you leave it to me to improve my book stele skills... Humph, don't you like dreaming? Come and try in my dream?"<
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Following the strategy he had thought of when he arrived, he took out his yellow beam pillow and lay down on the spot.
In the dream of nothingness, Zhou Shi sat cross-legged, waiting for the arrival of the "guest".
Sure enough, the dream was distorted and turned into a scene he had not imagined - in the blood pool, Zhou Shi held the painting and calligraphy and cut off the flesh and blood from his body bit by bit...
"Oh, there's no creativity at all, look at me——"
Thoughts stirred, dreams changed, the calligraphy and painting was soaked in yellow and white things, and a man with a big belly staggered over, about to undergo reincarnation on that rare imitation...
"Woo——"
A bulge in the shape of a human face suddenly appeared on the landscape painting. It opened its mouth and let out a terrifying scream!