For thousands of years, Chinese people have believed in Yin and Yang and Five Elements! They use geomantic techniques to select yin houses and yang houses to avoid misfortune! Therefore, the famous Taoist priest has a noble status, is highly respected, and lives a glorious life.

However, as time goes by, especially in some modern times, some extreme movements have destroyed the ancient culture. Until today, there are very few people who know how to geography and numbers and ask for divination and astrology. The profession of Taoist priest can only appear in movies and TV series. Those on the streets and alleys are just liars...

"Auntie, let me tell you, your palms are a bit strange, look! There was a sudden turn of lifeline, tsk... I see, something bad will happen to your family recently."

On the streets of the city, at the entrance of a small alley, a young man squatted on a small wooden bench. A red oil cloth with the words "The God of Heavenly Master" written on the wall behind him was covered with a solemn expression and a worried voice. He spoke to the middle-aged woman who was sitting in front of him and looked nervous.

"Ah? Master! I...what is going to go wrong with my family these days?"

The middle-aged woman frowned nervously when she heard the young man's words, and immediately locked her eyebrows even tighter. She immediately said to the young master in front of her with a pleading tone: "Master, you have to think of a way! Can this disaster be solved?"

The master looked about twenty-two or three years old, wearing a very ordinary casual outfit, short hair, and a slightly handsome face, but he had a gentle and humble temperament.

His eyes raised slightly, and a helpless expression appeared on the face of the 'Master', and his tone was a little depressed. He shook his head and said, "This matter is not easy to solve, not to mention that you have seen my age. Although I have grown up in the Taoist temple since I was a child and learned Taoism from my master, my Taoism is still insufficient. This matter is...ah...it's difficult!" At this point, the 'Master' suddenly sighed.

Seeing the expression of the "master" in front of him, the middle-aged woman seemed to have suddenly realized it. She hurriedly took out a red Grandpa Mao from the small bag beside her, and without saying anything, she hurriedly stuffed it into the "master" who still looked rejected at the moment.

"Master, you can accept this feeling first. I am the only one in my family, and I will know how to cause trouble all the time. If you say something happens to him, what should I do? You must help resolve it!"

Without any trace, Grandpa Mao was put into his pocket. The originally worried face suddenly turned sharply, turning into a helpless and compromised expression. He sighed: "Since you are so sincere, I will give it a try, but I really can't guarantee whether it will be successful or not."

"If this is the case, as long as you are willing to take action, even if you are not successful, you can give me some advice and I will definitely record it!" The middle-aged woman nodded quickly, very happy that the master was willing to crack the disaster for her. Finally, she used another red Grandpa Mao again, and got a few so-called life-saving words from the "Master", and then hurriedly left.

After the middle-aged woman left, the expression on the young master's face suddenly rose. He took out the two pieces of Mao that had been put in his pocket at this moment, shook gently, and laughed: "Oh! It's finally opened today, and I'll have a good meal tonight. I've been tired of eating instant noodles these days."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a burst of anxious footsteps came from a distance.

"Um?"

He looked up and saw several vendors setting up street stalls, holding a package in his hand, hurriedly running over from the streets. Behind these vendors were several men in uniforms and chasing them.

"Urban Management? I'll go..."

Seeing those men in uniforms, the young master's face changed. He hurriedly pulled the red oil cloth behind him against the wall, carried the small stool and crawled into the alley behind him. He turned left and right very skillfully, walked through corners one by one, and quickly disappeared.

"Oh? I just saw a fake Taoist priest who cheated here, why is it gone now?"

A member of the urban management team ran to the entrance of the alley, frowned slightly at the empty alley at the moment, muttered and didn't intend to go inside, but turned around and chased forward.

“Huhhhh…”

In front of an old residential building, the young master stopped and kept gasping for breath. He held one hand on the wall and the other hand on his waist. He swallowed his saliva and moistened his already dry throat.

"I'm so lucky! This is the fifth episode of this month. Why are these urban management officers running to the old city recently? What a hell!"

After complaining for a few words, the young master walked up the stairs of the building in front of him. It turned out that he lived here...

This young "master" is naturally not a real "master". To put it simply, it is a liar who deceives elderly and some superstitious thoughts on this street to make a living.

His name is Ding Yang. He is an orphan, or the orphan he became when he was five years old. Maybe he was separated from his family, but this doesn't seem to be important. What's important is that he grew up in a private charity orphanage since he was a child. However, when he was fifteen, the orphanage could not be maintained due to numerous problems such as funds. The orphanage lost its shelter and began to fall into society.

As for what he said just now, he grew up in Taoist temples, but it is pure nonsense, and it is just a matter of today's career needs.

Ding Yang has been deceived and deceived over the years. Similarly, he has deceived people and violated laws, but fortunately he is still alive. Although he is not very lively, he is always much better than those friends who have grown up together and have become beggars now, let alone some of those people are no longer there.

Even though his so-called "profession" now feels a bit shameful, it can at least allow him to survive. For Ding Yang, who has never studied much or has no real talent, being able to have food every day is more important than anything else!

He walked along the stairs until he had climbed up to the top floor and stopped. He found a bunch of keys from his arms, opened the rusty security door in front of him, and walked in.

This is a not-so-large house, only about fifty square meters. The white walls around it are already a light yellow. Some corners have long fallen off, revealing the gray-black cement wall behind it. Just at a glance, you know that the house has been in its for some time.

Most of the room was occupied by piles of debris, just like a storage room. The only single pie (replaced with a pictographic character, a certain character was placed in the middle of the debris, and it looked too messy, as if there was no place to pin.

Not far from the edge of the wall, there is a shabby wooden table with a TV with a shell covered with layers of tape, which looks almost the same as a ragged one.

But at least there is a balcony in this small house that is not too big. The balcony seems to be compared with the messy scene in the house. It looks very neat, with four or five pots of flowers and plants placed in it, which is really refreshing and refreshing, like a small wood.

"Oh!" Ding Yang threw away the small stool in his hand casually, sighing and lying on his little baton with comfort.

"Squeak!" With a sound, the little girl lies down under Ding Yang and screams hard, as if the power is heavier, the little girl will be crushed to pieces, but Ding Yang doesn't care about these things at all.

After lying leisurely for a while, he slowly got up, turned on the TV not far from the shop, and turned on a thick DVD player on the TV, and took out a chuck with wrapping paper from the drawer beside.

He skillfully tore open the wrapping paper, open the chuck and take out the CD inside. Ding Yang stuffed the CD into the machine and started to watch the movie inside. He was soon attracted by the scene in the picture and penetrated it deeper.

"Hahaha……"

After a long time, Ding Yang looked at the zombies who were finally burned into a pile of charcoal on the TV in front of him, laughed and suddenly stood up with a roar, grabbed a clothes hanger on the table beside him, and made a move of a hero holding a sword and suddenly gestured a few times.

He raised his eyebrows and his tone became a little sharp. He shouted at the wall in front of him: "The bold evil spirit is actually pretending to be a ghost in front of me, Master Lin, and you are still imposing on the spot!" After that, he made a few really funny moves again, dancing the clothes hanger in his hand to the fullest, which looked really funny.

When the final cast of the TV was displayed, the entire screen suddenly turned blue and when the playback was prompted, Ding Yang seemed to have put down the slightly curved clothes hanger in his hand with satisfaction, walked to the TV, turned off the old DVD machine above the TV, took out the brand new CD, and finally put the CD into the chuck beside it.

Although the back of an ordinary optical disc is very bright, most of the reflected brilliance is colorful. The light reflected by this optical disc is only a red color. In fact, this scene is a bit weird, but Ding Yang has not noticed it at all.

Now it is the computer information age. Almost no one will buy a DVD player product nowadays. A computer can solve all the needs of watching movies, and there is no need to buy CDs. You can watch anything on Baidu.

Ding Yang still kept this DVD and couldn't afford a computer. This DVD had a special significance to him, and he really couldn't bear to throw it away.

Looking at the "The Works of the Strongest Taoist Priest Lin Zhengying" written on the chuck in his hand, Ding Yang smiled with satisfaction and carefully placed the chuck in the drawer.

He searched for a long time and finally found this disc in the somewhat outdated second-hand market. It is his favorite series, and he just bought it today. Now there are very few discs produced in factories, so it is actually not easy to buy one.

After closing the drawers, Ding Yang stood up but suddenly sighed: "It's a pity that a generation of Taoist priests left in such a hurry. After Uncle Ying, there are no more zombies... What are the things that domestic horror movies are all. Apart from the disgusting screams, I don't know if these directors have already equated horror movies with screaming movies in their minds? What a pity..." As he said that, he slowly walked into the balcony.

Seeing the dark outside, he realized that it was already evening.

Standing on the balcony, Ding Yang looked down. It was a street with endless traffic. Even though it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, the cars with headlights still had no sign of decreasing. The noisy sound of cars could still be heard clearly even if the floor where he was now on the top floor.

Turn off the balcony lights and lit a cigarette. Ding Yang took a deep breath, smiled gently with his eyes, as if he was enjoying the tranquility that tobacco brought him at this moment.

It’s just a pity that although I finally rented such an extremely cheap top floor cubicle, the house was divided into a dangerous building because it was too old and would start demolition in a month. The residents in the building had already walked around one after another. It was also because of this that the landlord directly waived the rent for the last two months, which was considered an insignificant good deed.

"well……"

Ding Yang shook his head, flicked his fingers out, throwing Yipinmei, whose only cigarette butt was left in his hand, from the balcony. However, as soon as he threw it down, he suddenly heard a scream from below, and then a curse: "Who is so unethical? Throw cigarette butts down? Stand out for me?"

"I'll go..."

Ding Yang's face changed. He knew that he had just caused some small disaster. He hurriedly stepped back. At the same time, he was also a little glad that he turned off the light on the balcony. Otherwise, if he met someone with a bad temper, he might even come up directly.

"Fuck! Don't let me catch you! Otherwise, you will be dead!"

The man downstairs cursed a few more words again, and found that no one had appeared. He spitted and then left. It was because he was on the street at this moment, and the man was embarrassed to curse even more ugly words. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening and he really didn't have time to waste here.

After a while, Ding Yang returned to the balcony with a wry smile. He looked down and confirmed that the man had left. He breathed out and looked into the street with bright lights and wine in the distance. Hee he shook his head. Hee couldn't help but say to himself: "In a month, this building will not be able to live in this building. My job is not a long-term solution. I have to find a stable business."

"I just killed him!..." It was also at this time that a cell phone ringtone suddenly came from his waist, causing his original thoughts to suddenly return to his body. When he touched his hand in his pocket, he was a somewhat outdated Nokia blue screen mobile phone.

Looking at the number displayed on the phone, Ding Yang smiled on his originally depressed face, but at the same time he smiled bitterly. As if he was confused, he still pressed the answer button.

"I said Mr. Ding Yang! You are such a busy person. It took me so long to answer the phone. Why are you doing? You won't be cheating again, right?" A pleasant girl's voice came from the end of the phone. Although the sound was a standard broadcasting sound at the same time, and there seemed to be some lively feeling, Ding Yang's face was not full of bitterness at this moment.

"How can I do it? What can I do? Isn't it just those things? Why? Is there anything you do when you call?" He smiled and said softly.

"Okay, Ding Yang, you even forgot my birthday. Please wait for me and see if I don't go to deal with you!" The girl on the phone immediately felt angry when she heard Ding Yang's words, and her tone became a little angry.

"Nothing is there, Ren Xuan! I'm joking with you..." Ding Yang laughed, just about to finish his words, but he heard the other end say hurriedly: "Okay, Ding Yang, now I have something urgent to do, I can't call you. In short, it's still the old place in three days. If you don't come, don't come again in this life...Dududu..."

Hearing the busy voice coming from the other end of the phone, Ding Yang smiled bitterly. Ren Xuan was the playmate who grew up with him, but at this time Ren Xuan was already an assistant professor at the university, but he was still running around for life, and he had even fallen to the point of becoming a liar. The status of the two was very different, but Ding Yang felt a slight sense of resistance in his heart.

"Forget it... Isn't it just those trivial matters? At worst, they can smile at me. I don't care anymore..." After sighing, Ding Yang turned around and left the balcony.

Now he has no mood to go down to eat, so he just found a bag of instant noodles and used it as his own dinner.

Slowly climbing onto the little slut, Ding Yang lay down comfortably, turned off the desk lamp beside the slut, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Go to bed early, go find a job tomorrow, I don't want those guys to scold me wantonly..." After saying something a little blurry, Ding Yang closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.

But at this time, the disc originally placed in the drawer by Ding Yang suddenly emitted an extremely faint red light. The red light was very small at first, like a mosquito, and then slowly grew bigger and turned into the size of a peanut, slowly flying out of the drawer, constantly trembling in the air.

Finally, he seemed to suddenly aim at Ding Yang with his eyes closed, and with a "swoosh", he quickly left and directly penetrated into Ding Yang's chest.

"Well……"

When the red dot penetrated into Ding Yang's body, he suddenly let out a heavy groan, but there was no sign of pain on his face, and his breathing became very smooth, as if he had fallen asleep.

It was also at this time that a mechanized sound suddenly sounded in the room for no reason, but Ding Yang did not wake up.

"Drip! I've found the right host! The system begins to merge with the host!"

"Drip! The system and host are integrated! The system's novices reception assistant is successfully started!"
Chapter completed!