The long history is endless and anything can happen.
For example, five thousand years ago, the two opposing forces of life and death gradually became intertwined and forcibly changed the pattern of heaven and earth.
After Emperor Zhuanxu gained access to heaven, the first ghost in heaven and earth was born in the distant Huangquan Mingtu Fengdu. After its spiritual intelligence opened, it proclaimed itself the Great Emperor of Fengdu.
According to folklore, Emperor Fengdu was in charge of the underworld and was a benevolent official.
For the sake of stability for the living and peace for the dead. Rules and regulations are formulated under the witness of heaven and earth to maintain the stability of the two realms of life and death.
Among these regulations, the ones that are most widely circulated and most easily exploited by those who are interested are:
The four directions buy life money.
Humans belong to Yang, ghosts belong to Yin, and the intersection is where Yin and Yang meet.
Practitioners who have gone astray will drop their life-buying money here to seduce greed-ridden gamblers.
No one can part with those gold and silver, and they often disdain the incantations written on yellow paper.
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My name is Sun Zhuang. The village I lived in when I was a child has beautiful scenery and is a famous longevity village in eight villages.
When a Feng Shui master passed by, he was shocked by the Feng Shui surrounded by mountains and rivers, and immediately decided to retreat here.
He calls himself Mr. Eight and is proficient in Feng Shui.
One day, strange things happened one after another at the village chief's house. Mr. Eighth was invited to go there. After some observation, he just moved the water tank back to its original position.
A breeze blew by, and everything became calm in an instant. The chickens and dogs stayed quietly in their nests.
Since then, Mr. Ba has won the trust of the village chief. The villagers will ask him to check the feng shui when they move to a new house and hold weddings and weddings.
The master behaves eclectically and does not like the social activities in the village. Instead, he likes to play with us dolls.
Although the villagers are very curious about the meaning of this title, Mr. Eight laughs and says nothing every time they ask about it.
As time went by, no one was bothering about the matter. When asking him for help, they all called him "Mr. Eight, Mr. Eight".
I was exactly seven years old that year, and it was the time when I was full of curiosity about everything in the world, commonly known as the age when people hate dogs.
In early spring, I stole a jar of old wine from my house as a gift to Mr. Eighth. When he was drunk, I took the opportunity to ask: "Mr. Eighth, does your title have any special meaning?"
He was slightly startled when he heard this, then threw his head up and laughed: "Hahahaha, you little kid is so curious that you actually tricked me. But as the saying goes, the mouth of the cannibal is soft and the hands of the predator are soft, tell me
It’s okay for you too.”
Mr. Eight stood up and stood under the sycamore tree, picked up the wine jar and drank it all in one gulp. His expression when he put his hands behind his back and looked at the blue sky was arrogant and arrogant:
"Nine is the ultimate number. I'll choose a horoscope to give God some face."
At that time, I was ignorant and didn't know what this meant. I was just happy because I knew a secret that others didn't know.
Even if I went back and received a severe beating, I still secretly rejoiced in my heart.
Until twenty years later, I unfortunately encountered the legendary life-buying money.
When I was struggling to survive in monasteries and temples across the country, I finally understood what Mr. Ba said when I was a child, what it meant to give God some face.
I immediately ordered the nearest high-speed rail ticket and rushed back to the village.
This is my last hope.
On the way back to the village, the uncle at the village gate saw that I was coming back, stood up and said hello:
"Sun Zhuang, how are you doing working outside? Look at the car you bought, you are making a lot of money! My son is just like a fool in school right now, so he might as well go out and work as soon as possible."
"You work outside for a long time, and I want you to help take care of me."
Wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses, I responded vaguely: "I know, uncle. I will bring Erwazi with me if there is any good way."
The car drove all the way to the old house. I opened the car door in a panic, rolled and crawled to the courtyard door, and kept knocking on the wooden door.
I sat paralyzed in front of the door, begging hoarsely:
"Mr. Eight! Mr. Eight!!"
"I am Sun Zhuang! Mr. Eight! I don't want to die, I don't want to die..., I don't want to die..."
After a while.
Mr. Eight hunched over and opened the courtyard door.
Looking at me paralyzed on the ground like a dead person, I sighed:
"Always think about the harm of greed, and always be wary of inappropriate thoughts."
"If you could do these two things, you wouldn't have been tortured like this. Unfortunately... the outcome has already been determined."
"If anything happens, come in and talk about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the strength came from nowhere in my body. I stood up holding on to the courtyard wall and staggered into the courtyard.
After taking a sip of the tea handed over by Mr. Ba, I felt warm in my stomach and the original deep pain disappeared.
When he took off his gloves, the dark red blood stain that had been expanding stopped.
I took this opportunity to tell you all the strange things I encountered.
"You picked it up at the intersection. Did you read the note on it?" After hearing this, Mr. Eighth frowned and confirmed again.
"I...I saw it, and I thought it was someone making a joke, so I didn't pay attention. But then I wanted to pay back the money, but no matter how I looked, I couldn't find the way."
Mr. Eight shook his head and said, "Whoever has nothing to do takes a hundred thousand yuan to play with you."
"The road you entered at the beginning is commonly known as Huangquan Road. If you don't have enough cultivation, you won't be able to get in."
"The life-buying money at the crossroads is also called the life-buying money in the four directions."
"This technique is witnessed by ghosts and gods from all directions. It is the fairest trading technique, but it is also the most difficult to understand."
"In order to unlock the money that buys your life, unless the caster voluntarily gives up, the only way is to reestablish the ghosts and gods from all directions."
My heart went cold when I heard this.
After a while, the effect of the tea wore off, and the bone-shattering pain struck again.
I asked tremblingly: "I am hopeless, but Mr. Eight, can you save my son?"
"The note asked my father and son to live for thirty years, but my son just turned one year old yesterday and was given thirty years of life. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive this winter."
Mr. Eight nodded and said:
"The curse on your son is easy to solve, because this is a deal you took the initiative to accept because of your greed. If it weren't for the blood connection, I'm afraid nothing would have happened to your son."
"You send him to me, and I will help him suppress the effects of the curse first. The curse will be lifted on its own in ten years."
After bidding farewell to Mr. Eight, I spent the last days of my life frantically searching for news about the spiritual world, and was even imprisoned in a mental hospital for a time.
Huang Tian paid off and found a way to survive three days before I died...
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"Here comes the mutton soup!" The food stall owner took the steaming hot mutton soup and carefully placed it in front of Zhou Li.
When he returned to the stall, he glanced at the novel Zhou Li was reading and couldn't help but feel fascinated.
After coming back to his senses, the boss asked politely and enthusiastically: "Brother Zhou, I didn't expect you also like to read supernatural novels."
"What's the title of the book? I'll read it when I get home tonight."
Zhou Li blew the hot air on the soup and responded: "Huh..., a short story I found on the browser, only a few hundred words."
“Besides, it’s without beginning or end, so I don’t recommend it very much.”
As he spoke, the corner of his eye glanced at the boss's hand. The hand holding the spoon paused slightly. He looked at the red traces under the transparent gloves and asked curiously:
"Brother Hu, what's wrong with your hands?"
Boss Hu looked at the marks on his hands and didn't care much about it. He smiled and replied: "My hands are fine. I don't know who painted the banknotes last night. Now that they are dry, they can't be washed off."
Zhou Li took another look, confirmed what he was thinking, and said, "Brother Hu, you can't do this!"
"You are in the food business. I come here often to know who you are, but new customers found out that your hands were unclean, so the sign was smashed."
Boss Hu looked slightly embarrassed when he heard this:
"The key is that it can't be washed off. I've tried all kinds of methods, but this thing is just like having a tattoo on it."
Zhou Li then continued: "Brother Hu, please bring a basin of water over here. I couldn't remove my tattoo stickers a few days ago, so I went to the hospital and prescribed some medicine. It can wash this thing very quickly."
"Then I'll trouble you, brother Zhou."
Boss Hu brought a basin full of water. Zhou Li fumbled and took out a bottle of transparent potion from his pocket, poured it in and helped him wash it slowly.
Invisible to the naked eye, traces of strange aura emerged from Zhou Li's body, slowly wrapping around the boss's hand, fighting against and consuming the red blood.
The red blood stain seemed to have sensed the danger, and it shrank into a ball. Just as it was about to escape, it was swallowed up by a big mouth transformed by the strange aura.
"Hey! It's really washed off!"
"Brother Zhou, you still have an idea. You eat slowly first. I'll wash my hands and give you a bowl of mutton soup."
Looking at the enthusiastic Boss Hu, Zhou Li waved his hand and refused: "I can just eat one bowl. If you order more, it will be a waste of ingredients."
Boss Hu returned to the stall with a regretful expression. When Zhou Li stepped forward to pay, he directly collected the payment code and said with a smile:
"Brother Zhou, your potion doesn't look cheap. A bowl of mutton soup is only worth a few dollars. I'm taking advantage of you. If you pay more, you're looking down on me!"
Looking at the stubborn Boss Hu, Zhou Li had no choice but to give up the idea of giving money, thanked him and walked straight home.
on the way.
A drop of dark red blood condensed between Zhou Li's fingers. After careful analysis and observation, he found that it was a new thing that he had never seen before.
He gave it to the idiot who was following him and asked him to look for any clues.
At the same time, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up and he said with a sneer: "You idiot, if you do a good job, yesterday's affairs will be wiped out. But if you mess up, then the accounts of last night and noon will be settled together, hum."
Under Zhou Li's threat, Er Huo instantly stood up in excitement and saluted with his right paw:
"Yes, sir. Promise to complete the task."
Then he sniffed the air seriously and ran away somewhere.
To be honest, Zhou Li didn't expect the second-rate guy to find any clues at all. He just cast a wide net to catch more fish, catching one after another.
By the way, it consumes Erha's physical strength to prevent it from having too much energy and destroying the house.
After Zhou Li returned home, he lay on the sofa and took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the forum to read the details about the mission.
As expected, the mission details are detailed enough! Everything is summarized in just two or three sentences: