"Yes." Monk Xiao nodded: "There was indeed something inside the jade plug, but now it seems that the thing inside has escaped."
"Run away? It's impossible." I had some problems listening to his words: "Although I didn't see anything with my clairvoyance. But with the way Yusai turned around just now, and the ghostly screams inside, there must be something inside, right?
"
Monk Xiao nodded towards me and said: "That's the resonance with your bullets. This jade plug is not simple. Although the pattern of the talisman on the outside can no longer be seen, I speculate that the inside of it is a formation. Use
To store ghosts. These ghosts were provided to the owner of Yusai for enslavement after his death. There were supposed to be nine sets, but somehow one of them ended up in the hands of Boss Ma.
Since the jade seal is painted with charms for suppressing ghosts, Boss Ma has been guarding the jade seal for so many years without any accidents. But the accident happened because of the three night-bright pearls. "
Boss Ma was said to be confused: "Don't you think it has nothing to do with Ye Mingzhu?"
Monk Xiao said: "These three luminous pearls are not ordinary. The light they emit has the effect of exorcising evil spirits. It's just that Boss Ma put them in the wrong place and put them together with the jade plug. Just like what he did with the bullet just now, the jade plug
The jade plug and the night pearl resonate. The power of the jade plug and the night pearl are not the same, and they even mean to suppress each other.
The two energies collided with each other, and the spell on the jade plug may have fallen off at that time. As soon as the runes disappeared, the things inside the jade plug were no longer restrained, and because they were afraid of the light emitted by the night pearl, they ran out of it. It happened that
, I met Boss Ma who was up late at night, so there’s no need to say more about what happened next.”
"Where is the thing inside?" Fatty Sun said: "Looking at how unlucky Lao Ma has been recently, that thing should still be haunting him in this big house."
Monk Xiao nodded: "You shouldn't have gone far, it's within the confines of this house. Maybe we missed something just now?"
Did you miss it? Since Monk Xiao said it, we can only take a look again. Fortunately, the policeman who stayed behind just received a call from the police station. The autopsies of the two thieves have come out. Except for myocardial infarction, no other symptoms were found.
Other causes of death. There is no need to stay. The police have withdrawn from the police station.
I returned to the darkroom again and looked more carefully this time. However, after five or six rounds, I still found nothing. However, Monk Xiao became interested in the metal cylinders on the shelf. The last time I came to look, there were policemen guarding them.
Those metal tubes are inconvenient to open.
"Boss Ma, are these painting tubes? Is it convenient to open them and take a look?" Monk Xiao looked back at Ma Xiaolin and said.
Ma Xiaolin had no intention of objecting. He said very politely: "Look at it casually. It's not about famous paintings. As you know, there are too many fake calligraphy and paintings. It's just for fun."
The housekeeper moved the ladder and handed the painting tubes on the shelf down one by one. Monk Xiao opened a painting tube, took out a painting scroll and slowly unfolded it. It was not a calligraphy painting, but a rubbing of a mural. Monk Xiao looked at it
This rubbing is a bit eye-catching: "Wu Daozi's Heavenly Palace Picture? Boss Wang, is this considered a national treasure?"
Ma Xiaolin chuckled: "It's just a rubbing, it's not that exaggerated."
Monk Xiao looked at a few more paintings from Ma Xiaolin's collection. These paintings were a few grades lower than Wu Daozi's Heavenly Palace, but they were still masterpieces by famous artists. Monk Xiao opened the fifth scroll and had just unfolded it halfway.
He habitually praised a few words: "This painting is not bad, look at the style of painting..." Just halfway through his words, his whole body suddenly froze, and an electric current passed through his body.
"Ma Xiaolin! What... is this? Who painted it? What era was it in?!" Monk Xiao was already trembling when he spoke. He didn't call him Boss Ma, but called him by his real name.
"Old Master Xiao, what did you see? How could you be so scared?" Fatty Sun came over and took the scroll from Master Xiao's hand. He only glanced at it and cursed: "Damn it! The ghost is still there! Why is it everywhere?
There is him!"
I glanced at it, and inside the scroll was a full-length portrait of a person. The person in the painting was wearing white Taoist attire. I couldn’t tell how old he was, and his face looked like he was in his twenties, but he had a head on top of his head.
Snow-white silver hair, a slightly provocative smile on his face - who else could it be if not Wu Rendi?
Seeing that Monk Xiao was anxious, Ma Xiaolin was also a little panicked: "This was collected five or six years ago. The author is not a famous artist. He was a court painter during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. This is because this painting has the personal belongings of Emperor Kangxi."
I only collected the seal by chance, Master, so the painting is not clean? Is it because it caused my decline?"
Monk Xiao's voice was a bit sad: "He can't hurt you, but I am the unlucky one..."
Ma Xiaolin wanted to ask something else, but when he saw Monk Xiao staring at the portrait in a daze, he swallowed his words again. He turned his attention to me again. I still remembered the three beads being tricked away, so I had no intention of talking to him and raised my head.
He turned to the side and pretended not to see it. Boss Ma was helpless and said to Fatty Sun: "Sun Sheng, how do you untie the tie? If you don't tie the pear tie, please untie it."
Fatty Sun frowned and glanced at him: "Old Ma, you are too big. You don't cause trouble on the ground, but you cause trouble on the sky. Do you look at this white hair?" He pointed at Wu Rendi's portrait and said: "
This is the white-haired ghost king. He was trapped in this painting by an expert, and now he has escaped. What do you think is wrong with collecting it? You want to collect this ghost painting..."
As he spoke, Fatty Sun glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally. I saw the advantage, so I turned around and said to Fatty Sun: "Old Ma, just ask for your blessings, um... You can eat and drink if you want.
Just drink, go whoring or gamble, it’s already like this, it doesn’t matter whether you are taboo or not, just enjoy it. Anyway, that’s all for the past few days.” At this point, I paused and took a look.
Fatty Sun, he cooperated with me and sighed: "Alas..."
Ma Xiaolin almost cried when he heard this: "It is impossible for me to die so early. The layman Fang Yun told me my fortune and said that I still have forty years to live. There is no reason to die now."
"This is your destiny, it has nothing to do with your lifespan. You have always heard of the inevitability of disaster, Lao Ma, think about it, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in the sky. You can still be a good man in twenty years." I had a sad expression on my face, thinking in my heart
But I was so happy. You fooled me out of three pieces with the price of vegetable sticks. It's light to scare you like this.
When I wanted to add more fuel to the fire, Monk Xiao, who had been speechless, spoke up: "Actually, it's not hopeless, Boss Ma. I've been trying to lose my life for ten years, but I can still give it a try, but..."
After hearing these words from Monk Xiao, Ma Xiaolin seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. "I know, I know, Master, I know the rules. As long as I can be saved, a big house will be given to Master." I was afraid that Monk Xiao didn't know the market.
Boss Ma added: "A few days ago, I invited a real estate agent to do an appraisal. A big house would cost almost 100 million Hong Kong dollars.
Fatty Sun snorted coldly from the side. Not only him, I also understand what Ma Xiaolin is thinking. He is turning waste into treasure. The fact that his house is haunted has probably been known to the public for a long time. Two people died today.
The dangers are getting worse. Within fifty years, don’t even think about selling this villa, let alone 100 million. Whether it can be sold for 10% by then is a matter of speculation. Even now, Ma Xiaolin is still
Give up your life but not your wealth.
The monk shook his head: "Boss Ma, we don't need the house..." Halfway through his words, the air pressure in the darkroom suddenly dropped a lot, and a dark and damp breath hit every corner of the darkroom like a tsunami.
.
Not only us, but also Ma Xiaolin and his housekeeper felt it. Ma Xiaolin's voice was already trembling: "Big... Big... Master, this is the feeling. The last time I saw a ghost, it was..."
"Shut your mouth," Monk Xiao said coldly as he looked at Ma Xiaolin. To be precise, he looked behind Boss Ma. At some point, a white figure appeared behind Ma Xiaolin. This figure was swaying.
As if he was drunk. Ma Xiaolin was completely unaware that there was another 'person' behind him. It was his butler. He noticed something strange in Monk Xiao's eyes. He followed Monk Xiao's gaze and the butler almost sat down on him.
On the ground.
"Boss, behind you..." The butler's eyes glanced behind Ma Xiaolin. Ma Xiaolin's body had stiffened, and he guessed 80% of what was behind him: "Master, help..."
From the moment I saw Bai Ying, I stretched my right hand behind my waist and held the handle of the gun. If I hadn't been afraid of Ma Xiaolin's movement, I would have fired. Now that Boss Ma has basically lost the ability to move, I will no longer
He hesitated, took out his pistol, pointed it at Bai Ying's head and shot
While I was pulling out my gun, Monk Xiao shouted: "Don't shoot!" He yelled half a beat too late, and with a "pop!", while shouting, my gun had already fired, and the bullets were fired without any suspense.
It passed through Bai Ying's head, but it was different from what I thought. Although the shot hit, it had no effect. Bai Ying was still floating in place as if nothing happened, without being hit at all.
Effect.
"Didn't I tell you to stop shooting?" Monk Xiao was a little annoyed. He was also staring at the white shadow, and what he said was indeed what he said to me.
Fatty Sun had already taken out his pistol, but when he saw that my shooting was ineffective, he simply put away his pistol, took out his stick and pointed it at Bai Ying.
"Both of you have collected this guy. Your belongings are of no use to him. Don't irritate him now." Monk Xiao lowered his voice and said to me and Fatty Sun.
In this form, I could still feel a little safer by holding something in my hand. Fatty Sun and I didn't listen to Monk Xiao's words, and pointed our guns and sticks at Bai Ying.
Monk Xiao was a little anxious: "Put this guy away, he is not a ghost, he is a god, the god of plague..."
"God? Old Xiao, you said he is a god?" I didn't hear clearly what god it was, but when I saw Fatty Sun retreating to the corner in a few steps, I had a bad premonition and took a few steps back. Fatty Sun said behind me.
: "Lazi, where is your family heirloom sword?"
I didn't dare to look back, and stared at the white figure in front of me and said, "I didn't take it, who knows it will actually be useful. Old Xiao, what kind of god were you talking about just now?" Monk Xiao said coldly: "God of plague, plague of plague.
, God of gods, Xiao Lazi, who made you move so fast just now? Even gods dare to fight, you won’t even think about it in this life or the next life."
"The God of Plague...the god who spreads the plague?" My hand holding the pistol was trembling a little. It was the first time I was face to face with a god, and I was inevitably a little excited. However, I seemed to have shot him just now...
God is God, and the God of Plague is in front of him. Monk Xiao did not dare to act rashly: "It is the God of Plague, not the God of Plague. The God of Plague is the one who spreads the plague. The God of Plague is what the common people call the broom star. In the south, it is called the God of Failure. Boss Ma's previous events
If it doesn’t go well, it seems it’s a gift from the God of Plague.”
I still don't understand something: "How did Ma Xiaolin get into trouble with the god? Also, didn't I just say that it was probably the thing in the jade plug that caused Lao Ma to memorize words? Couldn't the thing in the jade plug be this god of plague?"
"I have the nerve to say the following, where is the jade plug? Who is so unlucky? They are all dead, and there is a plague god caught in the chrysanthemum. That is really bad luck for eight lifetimes.
My words reminded Monk Xiao, and he blinked his eyes and said: "Gods and ghosts are afraid of dirt. It seems that the jade plug is not only a nine-hole jade, but also a container for sealing ghosts and gods. I don't know who was so defiant in the past.
The God of Plague was sealed inside the jade plug. The place outside was still like that. Even if the God of Plague was killed, he would not be able to escape from there. I don’t know how long the God of Plague was imprisoned... Boss Ma should be in bad luck. Isn’t it okay to accept this jade plug?
Forget it, we also released the God of Plague."
"Old Xiao, guess who is so evil that he can seal the god of plague in a jade plug?" I asked the question, but a man with white hair and white hair already appeared in my mind. I didn't expect Monk Xiao
He snorted: "I don't know!"
Fatty Sun had already put away his stick. After listening to what Monk Xiao and I had said, he lowered his voice and said, "Old Xiao, what should we do now? No matter what god it is, we can't afford to offend it. Otherwise, let's just forget it."
Okay." As he spoke, his voice amplified a little, and he said to Ma Xiaolin: "Old Ma, it's okay. He is a god and won't be the same as you. Maybe he also wants to repay his kindness and want to spend more time with you.