"Mr. Chen, I understand that it was my fault for deceiving you, but I did this all for the sake of the Wang family!" Mr. Wang apologized respectfully.
"I'm just worried that if I tell you this in advance, you won't be able to accept it."
I smiled and said: "So, you can kill first and then show off? If I guess correctly, once I step into the Wang Family Feng Shui Hall, the curse of five evils and three deficiencies passed down from three generations will fall on me! By then,
I can’t get rid of you even if I want to.”
Mr. Wang hurriedly defended: "But, Mr. Chen, aren't you a living dead? As far as I know, the living dead are not subject to the curse of five disadvantages and three deficiencies!"
"So what? I feel bad, can't I?" I said.
"Of course... of course, I also know that Mr. Chen will bear great psychological pressure if he takes over the Wang family's Feng Shui Hall to bear the curse of five evils and three shortcomings for my Wang family. Otherwise, Mr. Chen, you can ask for whatever you want."
"As long as it is within the scope of my Wang family's ability, I will let Guofeng handle it for you!"
"No!" I waved my hand. With my current position in Wang Guofeng's heart, if I ask for anything I want, Wang Guofeng will do it. There is no need for Mr. Wang to speak again.
Furthermore, right now, I don’t have anything to satisfy my material needs.
"I can promise you." After a short silence, I suddenly spoke, and with one sentence, Mr. Wang regained his hope.
He said excitedly: "As long as Mr. Chen agrees, you can ask for whatever you want."
"I just want you to answer one more question." I said.
"You say."
As Mr. Wang said, the curse of five disadvantages and three deficiencies has no effect on me, a living dead. Therefore, taking over the Feng Shui Hall will definitely bring more benefits than disadvantages to me.
Perhaps, the only thing that makes me uncomfortable is Mr. Wang's style of doing things first, but it doesn't matter.
"I just want to know, old man, the content of the last hexagram that your father prayed to heaven before he died, is it true that it describes me as an immortal named Chen from the north, as you said?"
"It's absolutely true!" Mr. Wang nodded heavily: "I can't remember the details of the hexagram, but the most important sentence is that there is an immortal named Chen in the north. I have remembered it all my life. There can be no mistake!
"
"As for Mr. Chen, you are indeed the only person with the surname Chen that I have ever dealt with in my life. I can be sure that the person mentioned in the hexagram is Mr. Chen!"
I nodded, but then another question appeared in front of me.
If the person mentioned in the hexagram is really me, then what does God mean?
Is it possible that I am really an immortal? But this is too much nonsense. The thing about me that is related to immortals is probably the Sichuan-style mantra: I'll fuck you like an immortal!
After studying bad books for so many years, I can read fortune tellers, read Feng Shui, and even exorcise evil spirits, eliminate disasters and solve problems. However, I can only be considered a beginner in fortune telling and am not proficient in it.
Right now, I can't think of a reason no matter how hard I try, so I might as well not waste my brain cells.
"It's convenient now, would you like to go to your Feng Shui Hall to have a look?" I said.
Mr. Wang bowed his hands respectfully and said, "Now that the Feng Shui Hall has been handed over to Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen can visit it whenever he wants."
"Then let's go." I picked up the keys on the table and turned to leave.
At this time, Mr. Wang stopped me: "Mr. Chen, if you want to go to the Feng Shui Hall, you can ask Guofeng to lead you. I, it's time to leave."
I turned around and saw Mr. Wang's blurry figure turning into wisps of blue smoke, rising and dissipating.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Mr. Wang smiled and said: "I forgot to tell you that unless the person whose soul was painted can find the original soul painter, the soul of the person who was forcibly taken out can only last for one stick of incense at most. After one stick of incense, the soul will be gone.
"
"Is there such a thing?" I felt a thump in my heart and subconsciously looked up in the direction of the second floor.
When Wang Guofeng, who was lying in the aisle eavesdropping, heard this, he was so frightened that he quickly got up and ran down.
"Dad! What does "disappeared" mean? Does it mean you are going to disappear from this world? No, dad! I can't let you go!" Wang Guofeng grabbed his father's hand, shaking with excitement.
In this regard, Mr. Wang was very magnanimous. He smiled and nodded: "Well, I'm leaving!"
"Guofeng, from now on the Wang family will be left to you, don't let dad down." As he said that, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Guofeng's head as he did when he was a child.
"No dad! I don't want you to go! I don't want you to go!" The father and son nestled together. In his father's arms, Wang Guofeng cried like a child.
After a long time, when he found that his father had disappeared, Wang Guofeng stood up numbly. He looked at me, wiped his tears, and asked: "Mr. Chen, has my father... really disappeared from this world completely?"
Up."
I sighed: "The loss of his soul means the complete end of his life. Please forgive him and accept the change. Originally, I planned to send him to reincarnation, but I didn't expect that it would end like this."
Seeing this, some people may say, this person died as a ghost, and the ghost died as a disease. How can I say that the soul is scattered, which means the complete end of life. Let me explain it here.
When a person dies, he or she becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he or she becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he or she becomes a ghost, or when a ghost dies, he or she becomes a barbarian. This is recorded in the ancient record "Netherworld Record".
And this Netherworld Record is actually a collection of strange novels written by Liu Yiqing, a clan member of the Southern Song Dynasty, who gathered his disciples. The content in it should not be taken seriously.
However, according to the records, at this stage, it is already a transparent and invisible existence.
After that, Xi and Yi became even more silent and colorless, and could not be seen by either the mortal eyes or the eyes of ghosts and ghosts.
In ancient times, this stage was more often compared to an artistic conception and realm rather than a real existence.
Therefore, when a person dies, he or she becomes a ghost. After the ghost dies, it can be regarded as completely disappearing and never seen again.
I do feel somewhat self-blame for the death of Mr. Wang, and I expressed my inner apologies to Wang Guofeng.
Wang Guofeng was also magnanimous: "Mr. Chen, this is not your fault. If you hadn't helped my father escape, who knows how long he would have stayed in that lonely ghost body. My father would definitely be able to accept such an ending.
"
"What he has cared about in his life has always been this family, not himself."
With that said, Wang Guofeng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up from the ground, and said, "Mr. Chen, don't you want to visit my Feng Shui Hall? I will take you there."
"Tomorrow." I could see that Wang Guofeng's mood was not stable and he needed to rest.
But Wang Guofeng insisted again and again, saying that he was fine and could take me to a Feng Shui Hall.
"Don't worry, let's wait until tomorrow. I'm tired too. Let's rest for a night first," I said.
After hearing what I said, Wang Guofeng said no more, said good night to me, and went upstairs to his room. This chapter has been completed!