Wang Fu sits cross-legged and closes his eyes. This is "entering concentration".
There is only one cloud bed in the backyard, which is exclusive to the owner of the Taoist temple. Naturally, it is impossible for him to fall asleep.
After resting at night, I taught him to meditate on a futon.
Wang Fu squinted his eyes and through the screen could vaguely see the master of the Taoist temple lying on his side on the cloud bed.
However, everything is an illusion.
Since Wang Fu knew that the entire Taoist temple was the opponent's true body, the shadow behind the screen was just an empty show to confuse him.
The master of the Taoist temple must be scattered in every corner of the Taoist temple, watching his every move.
Therefore, Wang Fuzhiqu did not move because he absolutely could not escape.
"How can we overcome this bad luck?"
Wang Fu seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed, but in fact he was meditating hard. The dark beads were right in front of him, but he couldn't touch them.
Since Goldfinger, who traveled through time, could see the existence of the Life Fire Candle, he naturally had the means to interfere.
"correct!"
Wang Fu suddenly remembered that the previous changes had consumed the length of the candle.
The truth is out!
The first time the soul returns and the second time the 'Dharma Eye' is stimulated, both consume one's own luck.
Nowadays, if you want to overcome bad luck, you must spend one or two.
Wang Fu looked at the candle again. It was long and thick...well, if it was shortened by an inch or two, it should be fine...right?
Hesitated again and again.
Wang Fu raised his head and looked at the screen again, where he could vaguely see the outline of a human figure.
Time waits for no one!
There are only four days left, and the master of the Taoist temple is about to break up.
"That's all, I can bear the consumption of an inch or two."
Wang Fu nodded heavily, then hit his spirit, and a big red candle emerged from the darkness.
The life fire has been burning for a long time, emitting a refreshing halo.
After talking with the owner of the Taoist temple during the day, Wang Fu had a preliminary understanding of sex, fate, and luck.
This candle combines sex, fate and luck.
Wax oil is luck, burned and consumed to maintain life.
As for the life fire, it is actually a sign that life and life are merged into one. Once it is extinguished, it means death.
The wick becomes the body and the burning becomes the soul. This is the secret of life fire.
The gold finger, in addition to seeing the life fire candle composed of the three, can also accelerate the consumption of luck and reverse the current unfavorable situation.
The price is that the consumed fortune will eventually turn into bad luck and accumulate in the body.
Although at the moment, those bad luck have turned into dark beads, there is no harm for the time being.
But Wang Fu knew that if he ignored it, it would definitely cause great harm.
Therefore, trying to find ways to remove the bad luck and deliver it to the owner of the Taoist temple can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
"Consumption."
Wang Fu gave the order in his heart, the fire of life suddenly burned and intensified, and the candle tears flowed in response.
Three more jet black beads were formed, and the number had increased to nine.
Wang Fu's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but stretched his hand forward, feeling the quality of the touch on his fingertips.
next moment.
Open your palm, and there is a bead lying between the palm lines, as dark as ink.
The wax beads turned by misfortune have indeed been brought into the real world by him, which is gratifying.
The three drops of candle tears he just consumed unlocked another function of his golden finger, substituting the dark wax beads into reality.
"Good guy."
Wang Fu was certain that no one could see the red candle and the dark candle in his palm except his own eyes.
Previously, the Taoist temple owner mentioned fate. From his tone, Wang Fu deduced that this person was unable to control destiny, and naturally he could not discover what Wang Fu would do next.
"go!"
The jet-black beads slipped from his fingertips and were dropped by Wang Fu at his feet.
The candle fell silently to the ground and blended in easily, making no sound during the whole process.
If Wang Fook didn't have a golden finger, he wouldn't be able to detect anything unusual.
"There's been a change."
Wang Fu opened his eyes and saw that the thick white candle suspended in mid-air was still burning, but it had changed.
The originally white and transparent candle seemed to have been mixed with a drop of ink, and black lines appeared on the surface.
Wang Fu knew that it was a direct result of the integration of the Doom Candle.
The owner of the Taoist temple is an evil ghost, and the ghost has no luck. The candle is white, and when it absorbs good luck, it will turn red. Now that Wang Fu is sending him bad luck, white lines will appear.
"has an effect."
Wang Fu was ecstatic in his heart. After all his hard work, he finally ushered in a turn of events.
However……
He inadvertently lowered his head and saw that his palm was stained with black, which was left by the candle of bad luck just now.
"It's normal. How can you still get your hands dirty by picking up a piece of coal?"
Wang Fu comforted himself.
The blackness in the palm of my hand quickly faded, and then appeared on the big red candle.
This black spot, compared to the entire bead of doom wax, is so faint that it cannot be measured.
The big red candle burned it out in an instant, and a thin black line suddenly appeared in the halo of the life fire.
"Not good!"
Wang Fu can be sure that as the fire of life burns, the black circle will eventually burn out.
However, he was not sure what would happen during this period.
All kinds of distracting thoughts in my heart could not be calmed down for a long time. It was not until late at night that I fell into a drowsy sleep.
…
"Wang Fu, you..."
The Taoist temple owner's gaze suddenly stopped on Wang Fu's face, and his words stopped abruptly.
"Master, what's wrong with my face?"
Wang Fu touched his face, nothing unusual!
"I mentioned to you earlier that the mountain doctor's divination course included a physiognomy method."
"On a whim, I just had a look at you. There seems to be some twists and turns today."
The method of fortune-telling does not require the date of birth, and it is quite effective if it only takes a day or two.
Wang Fu's heart sank. The small setback was just a euphemism, it should be a small evil.
How is it possible that something bad happened today?
Subconsciously, he was about to escape from the turtle shell and perform divination, then stopped.
The master of the Taoist temple has the ability to interfere with divination, and divination in front of him will not count.
Looking at Goldfinger again, deep in the halo of the big red candle, there is still a circle of black lines hidden.
Perhaps, it was because of the existence of the black line that the Taoist temple owner noticed something was wrong.
"Master of the Taoist temple, you shouldn't be bluffing me."
Wang Fu held the candle of doom with his bare hands, and he himself was slightly contaminated, and now he is facing a backlash.
I just don’t know where exactly the so-called evil will be reflected?
…
"After sitting cross-legged for a long time, get up and move around a few times."
When practicing meditation, pay attention to relaxation and moderation. Being still and moving at once is the right way.
Wang Fu doesn't just sit around all day, he also has to get up and walk to relieve the pressure on his legs.
In the afternoon, he got up as usual, kneaded his knees, and felt the blood vessels that had been compressed for a long time, like a reservoir opening its gates, and the blood poured out like a torrent.
"Kacha!"
Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, my ankle twisted and dislocated.
Wang Fu threw his ass and sat down on the ground, tears streaming down his face. It was indeed a bad omen.
That's not all.
During dinner at night, I accidentally bit my tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.
A complete bloody disaster.
On this day, there were no major disasters, but minor disasters continued, which was very disturbing.
Although Wang Fu was reluctant, the master of the Taoist temple calculated very accurately, and it turned out to be a "little twist".
Then I thought about it, the content of the physiognomy course was not without its merits.