Practicing is fake.
Making money is real.
After Liu Hou bought a mobile phone in the morning, he only had a few hundred yuan left. Even if the thick-skinned old man lived in his master's house, he would eat, drink and live for free.
But other places are very cold, so you still need to spend some money. For example, cinnabar, paper charms, incense and candles, and many other essential items required by Taoist priests.
Even if what Liu Hou bought were fakes, a few hundred yuan wouldn't be enough if the quantity was too large.
When walking in the world, it is difficult to move without money.
But when she performs tasks with her master, she will definitely have to hand over the money she earns to him, and she won't get any of it.
It would be better for him to find Uncle Kang himself and complete some tasks to earn some money to spend.
After his experience at Xicheng Middle School, Liu Hou knew that being a Taoist priest in modern times was quite profitable.
Of course, you also need to have real skills.
Otherwise, if you encounter the real thing, you will not be able to escape with your life.
Uncle Kang's shop is very special. It is located near the most prosperous pedestrian street in Spring City.
Liu Hou got off the online car-hailing service in front of the pedestrian street, followed the address, and soon went around an alley.
Although he is not a local of Spring City, he has been to this pedestrian street many times. This is the first time he discovered that it is not all bustling and beautiful with high-rise buildings.
There are also old houses.
ancient.
This small alley is full of houses that are over a hundred years old, low, cramped, and full of a sense of age.
Dirty water is still pouring out from underground drains.
"Lanling Ghost Market, No. 14."
This place has a nickname, Lanling Ghost Market. It only opens at twelve o'clock in the evening for business, and it is a ghostly business.
Commonly known as antique trading.
As for how much of this antique is genuine, it's a matter of opinion.
Liu Hou stood in front of shop No. 14 in Lanling Ghost Market. The shop was not open and the rolling shutter door was closed.
Looking up, I saw an old plaque.
Paper fire shop.
There are only three words: Zhihuopu.
The paper fire shop represents a kind of place in Xichuan Province, and even in the southwest region. It is a place that sells incense, wax, paper money, burial plots, urns and other funeral supplies.
Liu Hou knocked on a small wooden window next to the rolling shutter door.
Three long and two short.
An old voice came out through the wooden window: "Who?"
"I'm here to buy something."
Liu Hou replied.
"I'm closed, come back tomorrow morning."
"I can only buy things like this at night."
The wooden window was torn open with a crash, and an old hand reached out: "Show me the Taoist sign."
Liu Hou put his Tao card in his hand.
The hand retracted, and not long after, the rolling shutter door was opened halfway.
"come in."
The old voice said again.
Liu Hou ducked in under the rolling shutter door.
There was a crash, and a person next to him quickly pulled the rolling shutter door and closed it again.
Liu Hou looked up and saw two people in the room.
An old man, about eighty years old, was senile and in poor spirits. He was hunched over and coughing constantly.
There is also a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome and pleasant appearance. He is the one who pulls the rolling shutter door.
"Uncle Kang?"
Liu Hou asked the old man.
The old man waved his hand and pointed at the young man expressionlessly.
Liu Hou was surprised: "Are you Uncle Kang?"
Even the master wants to call someone uncle, but he is actually a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. This is too deviant from common sense.
The young man nodded cheerfully, but spoke with an old look: "Even though I look young, I'm actually almost a hundred years old."
Liu Hou glanced at him and after asking about the heavenly book, he got the answer: "Uncle Kang, have you been hit by the yin and yang longevity curse?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face, and then smiled and said: "Young people are not simple. Very few people know the yin and yang longevity curse. Why did you come to me? How is your master Ni Yuefei?"
But he didn't want to mention the curse on himself.
"My master is fine."
Liu Hou nodded: "Uncle Kang, I want to get some tasks from you."
"You want to do the mission alone?"
Uncle Kang looked at the three fires on Liu Hou, and he was only a third-level red fire. He was a proper apprentice, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed. His task here must be at least a sixth-level red fire, and only Huang Guan, who has been officially awarded by the Taoist sect, can take it.
.
"Yes, please Uncle Kang help me find a suitable one."
Liu Hou said.
Uncle Kang stared at him for a while, seemed to have figured it out, and laughed loudly: "Are you afraid that you won't have the money to do the mission with your master?"
As expected, Jiang was very old and could tell Liu Hou's thoughts at a glance.
Liu Hou smiled awkwardly.
"Your school is special, and your master is also a weirdo. He only knows how to take money from his apprentice." Uncle Kang asked the old man next to him to bring two cups of tea, and then put on his reading glasses. He clearly looked like a young man, but looked at him with an old look.
a book.
This book is like an account book.
But there are many horse-shaped pieces of paper stuck in different categories inside, on which recent commissions and tasks are recorded.
Seeing Liu Hou watching curiously, Uncle Kang explained: "I don't understand young people's WeChat and so on, and I don't know how to use smartphones. Fortunately, the means of communication used to be more reliable in the past, I rely on this thing to receive
information, and then classify it one by one."
Uncle Kang pointed casually.
Liu Hou looked over and saw a small table under the window sill in the inner room. Countless palm-sized paper armors were coming from a distance.
Like a fallen leaf, light and lively.
It got into the gap in the window, and as soon as it landed on the table, the armor fell down and stopped moving.
There are words written on the armor and horses, and each one is different.
A piece of armor represents a new commission.
"This is for you."
Uncle Kang searched for a while and took out a piece of armor.
A immediately wrote: In the western suburbs of the city, No. 170 Liumen Avenue, a night watchman is needed.
There is no limit to the level of Dao Fire.
The reward is 8,000 yuan a night.
Just for one night's vigil, you can actually get eight thousand. As expected, becoming a Taoist priest has a bright future.
Liu Hou happily took the piece of armor and left.
In the paper fire shop, Uncle Kang looked at his back through the window.
The old man walked up to him: "Master, what are you looking at?"
"Girl Ni Yuefei just accepted a disciple."
Uncle Kang smiled and said: "This little devil is a bit interesting."
The old man had a look of surprise on his face. He rarely heard his master speak so highly of someone.
In his opinion, Liu Hou was obviously ordinary.
"That old man is really lucky. He got a genius named Ni Yuefei, and he also got a good disciple for free."
Uncle Kang shook his head.
Before Liu Hou left, a note was stuffed into his hand.
He glanced at it a few more times, still shocked.
What was written on the note were seventeen incantations to unlock the Yin and Yang curse that reverses longevity.
Thirteen of them he had never heard of.
Good boy, I really gave him a huge bargain.
How can I repay this favor?
Uncle Kang pulled down the window and cut open the world.
Liu Hou painfully took a taxi to the west of the city, a journey of more than 30 kilometers, which cost him more than 80 yuan. This made things worse for him who was not already wealthy.
It is said to be a suburb of Spring City, but in fact it is already considered a rural town and is extremely remote.
This town has a special name, Leida Temple Town.
It is said that it was named after a nearby temple, but the Leida Temple had been demolished during the turmoil decades ago, and dozens of houses were built using the demolished bricks and tiles.
It can be seen how big and glorious that temple once was.
I looked at the address.
This is No. 170 Liumen Avenue.
What a big yard.
It is old but has been renovated in recent years.
People who can live here are either rich or noble.
Liu Hou looked at the old courtyard and frowned.
Violent to the sky!
Is this really a commission for eight thousand yuan a night?
Chapter completed!