Without bothering to look through the contents inside, I carefully opened the notebook, found the mezzanine page, and found that it turned out to be a wooden black sign. Although the sign was not big, it felt cool and warm to the touch, and was very delicate.
There is also a black string hanging on it, which should be hung around the neck.
"What the hell is this?"
I was tinkering with the wooden signs and talking to myself.
When I turned the sign to the front, I was surprised to find that there was a word engraved on it, a word that made me think of myself involuntarily, Lin!
I stared blankly at the word "林" and murmured to myself:
"Could this wooden sign have anything to do with me?"
Thinking of this, I quickly turned the notebook to the first page, and there was a paragraph written on it:
"Cleaning the yin and yang, moving the qi and exhaling, refining gold in the ancestral stove, summoning gods and impeaching ghosts, this is the art of yin and yang ghost ways."
Then I turned to the second page, the third page, the fourth page...
I found that the notebook contained some eloquent records of Yin and Yang techniques and experiences, and it seemed to be written by one person.
I couldn't help but raise my head and glance at my father's photo, and a strange thought suddenly came to my mind. Then I shook my head and laughed at myself for thinking too much.
Aunt Liu once told me that I must study this note more when I have free time. Now that I think about it, she must know something, including the pendant with the forest engraved on it, and she must also know the origin of it.
Thinking of this, I suddenly had an inexplicable impulse, so I glanced around, and then carefully put the pendant on my neck like a thief.
At this moment, a dark wind suddenly rose in the quiet room, and all the lights in the room went out with a "swish", leaving only two candles standing in front of my father's memorial tablet.
My mind was trembling, and I stared at the candlelight for a long time. Then I turned my gaze to the photo of my father's death, and my heart couldn't help but tremble. I always felt that my father's eyes in the photo became so lifelike at this time.
From his eyes, I could clearly see relief and reluctance!
I was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed three times to my father respectfully.
After I got up, the lights in the room turned on again. I felt nervous again, but I didn't look at my father's photo anymore. Instead, I went back to the bedroom and studied the notebook with gusto. The pendant didn't appear again. Take it off…
One night passes in a flash.
The next day, when I came to the Soul-Yearing Hall with panda eyes and stood in front of Master, the old man had a look of astonishment on his face, and finally shook his head and said:
"Young people, don't be too indulgent, but know how to exercise moderation!"
When I heard this, I thought this was wrong. This old man was indeed crooked!
"Master, you said yesterday that you would take me to a consecration. When will you leave? I can't wait any longer."
Master rolled his eyes at me.
"Why are you so anxious? Are you so excited?"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of a whistle outside the door, and I frowned. It must be difficult for someone who dared to drive a car into the coffin parking road during the day.
Either they are people who are willing to kill without fear of ghosts and gods, or they are people who do not understand the rules and are arrogant. Of course, there is another kind, and that is a person who is about to die!
Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but crane my neck and look out the door.
Master glanced at me and smiled maliciously:
"Are you curious? I will give you this opportunity as a teacher. You can go on my behalf today..."
I waved my hands hastily,
"Stop trying to trick me again. I won't be fooled again..."
While I was talking, the door to the Hall of Souls was slowly pushed open. I turned around and saw a woman wearing a black dress and black sunglasses walking in...
This woman looks to be about thirty years old, with a pretty face, tall height, and plump figure. She is definitely a beauty with a unique charm, but her black dress reminds me of Xu Yiyi yesterday.
Could it be that this woman also wanted to attend the funeral?
While I was in a daze, the woman had already come to me and Master. She politely took off her sunglasses, nodded slightly to Master, and said:
"Master Huo, I'm here. Are you ready?"
"Don't worry, I've already prepared it..."
The woman then turned to look at me, looked at me unscrupulously, and asked:
"Presumably this is the disciple Lin Yu you are talking about, right?"
Master patted my shoulder and said with a smile:
"Yes, that's him, my beloved disciple..."
I was stunned for a moment, wondering why the words suddenly turned around and landed on me, and an unknown premonition suddenly arose in my heart...
"In that case, let's go." The woman looked at me and said.
"Go? Where?"
I asked, blinking.
Master pulled me to his side and whispered in my ear:
"This is your customer. Her name is Yan Shiting. Like the Xu family, the Yan family is also the number one celebrity in Jiangcheng. It is their Yan family that I told you about before. Look at this figure. This is creating opportunities for you as a teacher.
You must grasp it well!”
"What a mess, I won't go alone!"
I refused directly.
"Think about it, you can get 50,000 yuan for this trip. If you don't go..."
"Go! I'm sure to go. I'm not doing it for money, I'm doing it to train myself. Master, don't worry!"
I said righteously, then hurriedly pushed Master aside and said to Yan Shiting:
"Miss Yan, let's go."
Yan Shiting nodded slightly and led me out of the Soul-Yearing Hall.
When we came to the door, we saw a black Bentley parked on the street. When we saw the two of us coming out, the driver immediately stepped forward and opened the passenger door, and Yan Shiting sat in calmly.
And I was going to sit in the passenger seat. After all, she was a lady, so she still had to understand this etiquette.
"Mr. Lin, you don't have to be formal. You can just sit in the back row with me. It will be more convenient for us to talk."
Yan Shiting saw me sitting in the passenger seat and said politely.
I thought what she said made sense, so I opened the door and got out of the car and sat in the back row. As soon as I sat next to her, a refreshing fragrance penetrated my nose. This fragrance gave people the same feeling as Yan Shiting, cool and refreshing.
Indifferent.
"Miss Yan, I wonder what the purpose of our trip is?"
I broke the ice by speaking first.
Yan Shiting did not answer, but asked:
"I wonder how long it has been since Mr. Lin became a disciple of Master Huo Qiansuan?"
"More than a week."
I answered without hesitation.
"snort…"
Before Yan Shiting could answer, the driver in front of her snorted coldly, but didn't say anything more.
"In just over a week, Master Huo can let you take on this commission alone. It seems that Mr. Lin must be exceptional."
Yan Shiting said with profound meaning.
When I heard it, I felt that there was something in the words, and it didn't seem like a good thing.
Before I could figure it out, she slowly turned her head to look at me, her eyes trembling slightly, and said:
"The matter I am entrusting you with this time involves the lives of more than a dozen people in my Yan family. I ask Mr. Lin to do his best to help!"
Hearing what she said was so serious, I was surprised and felt guilty at the same time, so I asked:
"More than a dozen lives?! What on earth is going on?"
