"It seems that no one will come today." Luo Ding, sitting behind the counter, put down a copy of "House Sutra" in his hand, raised his head and looked at the street outside the store, and said to himself.

It is already past one o'clock in the morning, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, leaving only the dizzy street lights on the concrete roads of the street, mottled. However, even the few people at this time are much more lively than the village where Luo Ding grew up. You know, when the sun sets in that village, basically the whole village is shrouded in darkness.

After closing the book, Luo Ding stood up and pulled down Shanyuanju's iron scroll door, officially ending the day's business. In fact, Shanyuanju used to open a store until eight or nine o'clock in the evening. After Luo Ding came, he often closed the store after twelve o'clock. He felt that he would sleep in the store anyway, and closing the store later would make a little more profit.

After locking the store door, Luo Ding slowly walked along a narrow staircase to the overhead floor of the store. This place was usually used to pile up goods. Since Luo Ding came, he packed a place in a corner and placed a single bed and a small table. This is his dormitory.

Although the conditions are average, Luo Ding is already quite satisfied. He has food and accommodation. When there are guests, he will greet the guests. When there are no guests, Luo Ding reads some books related to Feng Shui or magical instruments, and his life is quite free and easy.

"Sister Yun doesn't know where he is now?" Luo Ding walked to the small bed, leaned down, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the white ceiling with his eyes fixedly, and was stunned.

It has been three months since Luo Ding came to Shanyuanju. During these three months, except for occasionally visiting the store, Wang Yun has been missing most of the time. However, every time he comes to the store, Luo Ding will find that Wang Yun is forcibly smiling. Even once, Luo Ding finds that Wang Yun is secretly crying.

But if Wang Yun didn't say it, Luo Ding couldn't ask. However, from the mouths of the people in other shops around him, he vaguely knew that Wang Yun was running around for his father's serious illness. However, he couldn't help with this matter. The only thing he could do was to take care of Shanyuanju's business more and more carefully and reduce Wang Yun's pressure as much as possible.

After a while of the gods, Luo Ding found that he was not sleepy at all, and his eyes began to wander around. Before he fell asleep, he had to find something to pass the time.

"Huh, where is what?"

Luo Ding couldn't help but rub his eyes. He seemed to see something in a corner, and there seemed to be a cloud of fog around the thing. But when Luo Ding calmed down and looked over, there seemed to be nothing unusual.

"Is it because I was dazzled? No, I have to see if there is really something." Luo Ding, who was brave and hairy, got up from the bed.

The thing that aroused Luo Ding's curiosity was located at the corner of the wall, and there were many things pressing on it. If Luo Ding was not lying down and looked in through a gap exposed, he might not have found anything unusual.

Moving away the stuff pressed on it, Luo Ding found a few dusty "things" piled up in the corner of the wall.

He stretched out and kicked, and the things collided with each other and stirred up a pile of dust.

"Hey, it turns out they are several magic weapons. Judging from the dust they look like, they may have been here for many years."

The so-called magical instruments refer to ritual instruments. Common magical instruments mainly refer to some copper dragons and copper turtles that can attract wealth and eliminate evil spirits. Generally, people call these Feng Shui ornaments or Feng Shui pendants. The so-called ornaments are magical instruments placed, and the pendants refer to hanging magical instruments.

Shanyuanju has a history of more than thirty years since Wang Yun's father. I'm afraid these Feng Shui ornaments piled in the corners of the wall were placed here many years ago. Then the more things are pressing, I gradually forgot that there are still a few things here.

Luo Ding found a wet rag, squatted down and picked up one of them to wipe it. The first thing he picked up was a Buddha statue as big as a fist, and carefully wiped it. The wet cloth in his hand just scrubbed lightly and turned it black.

Generally speaking, magical instruments are not like antiques, the older the, the better. Instead, they have a good appearance, and a bright appearance is a good thing. For example, the brighter the Buddha statue in Luo Ding’s hand, the better it can show the Buddha’s light shining.

Half an hour later, the Buddha statue was polished to a shiny light. Luo Ding held the statue in his palm and raised it up to face the light above his head. This small Buddha statue usually looks inconspicuous, but after cleaning it, it seems that it can really emit Buddha light, which immediately attracted Luo Ding's gaze.

"This is a good thing, you can buy a good price." After a while, Luo Ding came to his senses. During this period, Luo Ding took care of the business in the store and read various books related to Feng Shui, magic tools, etc. When he went to purchase goods, he asked all kinds of questions to those old people who had been living in for many years. His vision naturally improved rapidly under the combination of theory and practice.

I don't know if this Buddha statue was placed here many years ago, although it was small, when held in the palm of your hand, it gave people a sense of integrity and openness. Just this point, you can tell that it is not an ordinary person.

After playing for a while, Luo Ding put down the Buddha statue and picked up a copper turtle and continued to wipe it carefully.

...

It was late at night, and the streets outside the store became quiet, and the occasional sound of car horns rang far away.

Luo Ding stretched out his waist, twisted his neck, which was a little sore, and reached out to pick up the last Feng Shui magic weapon.

"Hey, what is this?" After wiping it hard, Luo Ding looked at the objects in his hand and couldn't help but be stunned. He had seen Buddha statues, turtles, dragons and so on, but he really couldn't tell what this one is now.

It looks like a dog with four legs, but its feet are not as claws as dogs, eyes but closed, and four wings are on its side.

After a long time of stunnedness, Luo Ding shook his head. He threw down the wet cloth in his hand. Luo Ding took the unknown magic weapon and lie back on the bed, and "moistened" it carefully with his hands. For some reason, he felt that he liked this Feng Shui magic weapon very much.

Feng Shui magic tools, like antiques, must be constantly played with to get better and better, because in this process, magic tools will attract "popularity" and will naturally become better and better.

Suddenly, a stinging pain suddenly came from the palm of his right hand. Luo Ding loosened his hand and the magic weapon he was covering fell to the ground. However, the pain did not pass, but became more and more intense, just like a long and sharp needle that pierced Luo Ding's right hand palm.

"ah!"

Luo Ding gritted his teeth and endured it, but in the end he couldn't help but fainted on the ground with a scream of pain.

Luo Ding, who was lying on the bed, twitched and trembling slightly. Sweat after wave of sweat gushed out from his red skin like a spring. He lost consciousness and did not see a chaotic gas that was circling in the palm of his right hand, which was either black or white, gray or brown, could not be seen at all. What's even more strange is that these gases were "drilling" into his palm and slowly disappeared.

...

I don’t know how long it took, Luo Ding slowly opened his eyes, and the area where he entered his eyes was gray. He blinked his eyes a few times before he could see clearly that it was the light tube hanging on the ceiling.

With difficulty supporting his body, Luo Ding looked at the "four-not-like" magic weapon that fell to the floor, and slowly remembered what had just happened.

"Is something really in my hands just now?"

Spreading his right hand, Luo Ding looked at the palm of his right hand carefully, but there was nothing strange about it, and even his skin was intact.

After thinking for a long time, Luo Ding couldn't figure out what was going on, so he had to give up this "boring" behavior, stood up, moved his body, and found that there was nothing wrong with the fact that his head was a little heavy.

"It's strange. Am I too tired? I just fell asleep and had a weird dream?! Forget it, don't worry, go to bed."
Chapter completed!