Chapter 72 Sixtieth Birthday

Old Zhaotou couldn't care about so much. He reached out and took the urn from Yin Hui's hand and placed it squarely on a flat ground. Then he took out four green talismans from his pocket, arranged them in order, and placed them on the ground.

Attached to the four corners of the urn.

Generally speaking, the first choice for Taoist charms is yellow paper, which is Chenzhou paper made from eggshells and straw stalks ground together, mixed with egg whites and pressed, but this is not absolute. In addition to this yellow, there are actually

The four colors "red, blue, white and green" have different colors and naturally have very different functions. Yellow is used for opening altars, red is used for healing wounds and illnesses, and white is used to invite gods to possess people. The last color, "green", is the most

The uncommon one, and the most powerful one, is used for the Dunjia seal. It is mainly used by the high-ranking monks of Maoshan to deal with the monsters that have become a climate.

After all four talismans were affixed, a cloud of black smoke suddenly emerged from the urn, making a hissing sound in the air. Within a few seconds, the talismans began to struggle with the black gas.

It began to fade, and many mosaic-like white patches appeared. The patches grew larger and larger, and finally the entire charm was contaminated, turning it into a puddle of dark paper, which fell off on its own with a 'snap' sound.

Old Zhaotou didn't show too much surprise at this. It seemed that all this was within his expectation. But when he saw him squatting down, he quickly took out four more brand-new spells and pasted them on the

In the original position, it didn't take long for these talismans to fall off again. This happened over and over again. By the fourth time, the black energy was finally exhausted by this life-threatening method, and it was unwilling to get rid of it.

Returned to the urn.

"Master, isn't this too wasteful?" Seeing Old Zhaotou put the urn into a plastic bag, Yin Hui's expression felt somewhat painful. Huang Chen may not know, but he understands that what Old Zhaotou used

The production process of this kind of "Zhenshan Talisman" is so complicated and cumbersome. The difficulty and difficulty are completely different from my own elementary "Three Gentlemen Talisman". Even for a Maoshan master like Lao Zhaotou

, if you want to successfully produce one piece, you have to waste seventy-seven forty-nine days. This time, it was better. Sixteen pieces were wasted in one go. This is really a sale after school!

"Boy, hey, I understand what you mean." After cleaning up Zhang Xiuting's den of thieves, Old Zhaotou's mood gradually improved. He had a cigarette crookedly in his mouth, looking like a cynical person.

Old ruffian: "But let me tell you, if the charm is gone, we can draw it again. But if the person is gone, there really is nothing."

Speaking of this, he narrowed his old eyes and spat out his round eyes: "With my own skills, I can completely seal this urn without borrowing any spells, but... alas! How powerful is Zhang Xiuting today?

It’s so powerful, Master, I don’t have the confidence in my heart. Before a head-on battle, if you can retain a little bit of vitality, just keep a little bit more!"

"Remember, everything must be planned before taking action. You are still too young!" Patting Yin Hui's shoulder, Lao Zhao picked up the plastic bag and walked down the slope without looking back.

Looking at the back of Old Zhaotou and carefully considering what he just said, Yin Hui finally nodded and followed him. When he passed by Huang Chen, he patted his chest: "Mayor, are you still here?"

What are you doing here? Is it possible that you have a bad conscience and want to stay here to bury that kid with you?"

Huang Chen finally came to his senses, wiped the big beads of sweat on his cheeks, stared at Yin Hui in disbelief and asked, "What kind of spell did Senior Zhao use just now? It looked so powerful."

Yin Hui shrugged and smiled faintly: "It's nothing, it's just a small trick. Then, I'll give you this shovel to clean up these broken bricks and rubble! If the police ask, please stop us!"

After throwing away the shovel, Yin Hui put his hands in his pockets and hummed Jay Chou's "Piano Injury" as he walked further and further away. He didn't want to have too much interaction with the mayor. To be honest, from the bottom of his heart, he looked down on him at all.

Hypocritical fat man.

Alas! For the sake of a future, two living lives were completely lost in this world. It can't be said that it is not poisonous or spicy. Looking back, I saw Huang Chen still there carrying the shovel, at a loss. Yin

Hui suddenly remembered a sentence: Poor people must be hateful!

From Zhang Xiuting, he suddenly thought of the girl who belonged to him. If it weren't for that accident, the two of them should be considered to be successful now, right?

Unconsciously, Yin Hui slowed down his pace.

Thinking of the original vow of eternal love, a little warm moisture couldn't help but roll in my eyes, completely contradicting the previous image of being careless.

At this moment, countless crows in the cemetery soared into the sky as if they were frightened. Hundreds of crows screamed and danced in the sky, blocking out the sun. Yin Hui was startled, and turned around to see it was

The crows flew around, smiled slightly, turned around and continued on their way, but he didn't know that countless crows were spinning and flying in the sky to form a woman's face. The face composed of crows had a nose and a mouth, even from a distance.

You can still see the evil smile grinning at the corner of his mouth.

As soon as the woman's face was formed, the setting sun with only half of her face in the sky no longer glowed dark red like before, but turned as bright red as blood. The remaining clouds in the sky became like a line under the reflection of the setting sun.

Blood streaks, this melancholy red color enveloped the heaven and earth, making the entire autumn day even more desolate and unspeakably strange...

On the way, Old Zhaotou specifically told Yin Hui to buy more things to change Feng Shui and add Yin virtue to the house, such as Wenchang Tower, Guan Gong Statue, Bagua Mirror, etc. Then he drove home. Of course, Old Zhaotou said more.

Yes, it is necessary to pay attention to some insignificant details.

In fact, Yin Hui also knows that the previous accidental deaths are all composed of small details. Qualitative changes lead to quantitative changes, which affect the whole body. Just like a story he heard before: "If a nail is lost, it will break."

A shoe; a shoe is broken, and a horse is broken; a horse is broken, and a knight is injured; a knight is injured, and a battle is lost; a battle is lost, and a knight is killed

An empire."

The reason why this empire perished was because of that little nail that no one cared about, the butterfly effect.

Back home, Yin Hui, Tang Yan, and Shen Feifei went to the street to buy some things, and then visited the supermarket. A handsome guy, a royal lady, and a loli suddenly attracted the attention of 99% of the women on the street and 100% of them.

% of male gaze, even those over sixty years old are no exception. After all, no one can hinder their right to pursue beauty, right?

In the kitchen, Yin Hui turned the spoon in his hand and smiled helplessly. He felt that he was born to be a cook.

Forget it, just think of it as adjusting the atmosphere these days! So, he turned on the gas.

Within twenty minutes, fish-flavored shredded pork, Kung Pao chicken, braised carp, and fried spareribs were placed on the table one by one. You don’t even need to taste them, just smelling them makes your mouth water.

Seeing the dazzling array of items on the table, Shen Feifei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and her stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

She looked around miserably, and was about to reach out to grab it, but Tang Yan patted her chubby little hand: "Feifei, you can't eat secretly now!"

Shen Feifei looked reluctant and said coquettishly: "Why, sister Tang Yan, aren't the dishes just for eating after they are cooked? Otherwise, is this table set up to honor the female ghost?"

"Good boy, let's go eat some cake first. It's not the time to use chopsticks yet."

Tang Yan smiled and touched Shen Feifei's little head, then turned around and went into the kitchen to help.

"Yin Hui, master, why didn't he come with you?" Seeing Yin Hui still concentrating on the dishes, Tang Yan hugged his waist and asked softly.

"Oh, Master, he's back." Yin Hui said while peeling a carrot.

"Well, let's discuss something, okay?" Tang Yan tightened her hands a little.

"Say..." Yin Hui became distracted as soon as she started cooking.

"Master's sixtieth birthday will be in two days. Because if something like this happens, no one can guarantee what kind of accident will happen. I want to celebrate the old man's birthday in advance, okay?" Tang Yan said tactfully.

"Sixtieth birthday?" Yin Hui almost cut off his finger. He didn't expect that Zhao Deshui was almost 60 years old, and it was also the 60th birthday that was quite important in life. Alas! He was so busy all day long that he almost missed it. I just missed it, Tang Yan was the one who had the intention.

Thinking of this, he nodded: "Okay, you cut this dish first, and I'll call the master." After saying that, Yin Hui dialed Lao Zhaotou's number. Of course, in order to give the old man a Surprise, he didn't go into too much detail, he just said he wanted everyone to have a reunion dinner together.

Anyway, Lao Zhaotou had nothing to do, so he agreed immediately.

"By the way, Tang Yan, how did you know the master's birthday? As a disciple, I have been with him for so long and I still haven't figured out the reason." Yin Hui touched his head in embarrassment.

"It was given to me by my wife when she passed away. She told me that I should treat Master Zhao well and live his sixtieth birthday." Tang Yan said calmly.

"Oh, Master, when did Master leave?" Yin Hui did not expect that Old Zhaotou actually had a wife. In the past, he always thought that he was a lonely old bachelor.

"It's been almost three years!" Tang Yan thought for a while and said.

"Then why does Master have no children?" Yin Hui became interested in the old couple.

"Who knows, I'm not sure if he has any heirs." Tang Yan frowned and said, "When I came here, Master Zhao was already here, and a few years later, his wife passed away. After exhausting my brain, I came up with these. To be honest, I don’t have a thorough understanding of the specific situation of his family. Master Zhou should know a little bit, but it’s a pity..." At this point, Tang Yan's voice was choked with sobs.

"Okay, let him let go of the past!" Yin Hui took her into his arms and comforted her.

Not long after waiting, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps at the door, and then a dry cough confirmed that the person coming was none other than Lao Zhaotou.

Bang bang bang...

Old Zhaotou coughed and knocked on the door, his voice hoarse, as if he had aged several years in a few days.

Yin Hui hurriedly walked up and opened the door. Looking at the gray-haired old Zhaotou, he felt a little uncomfortable.

In his heart, Zhao Deshui has never been a master, he is just a kind little old man. He is ordinary and cannot be found in the crowd. Ordinary, he really regards him as his loving father.

"Master, come in quickly!" Yin Hui smiled.

"Ahem..." Old Zhao covered his mouth and coughed twice, then put on his slippers: "Yin Hui, tell me, why did you ask me to come?"

"I know I can't hide it from you!" Yin Hui raised her lips mysteriously, and then greeted him on the sofa: "But it's not me, it's Tang Yanyatou. He has prepared a big surprise for you."

"Surprise?" Old Zhaotou touched the goat's beard in surprise and looked around. When he saw the table full of dishes, he was quite dumbfounded: "What festival is it today? Qingming, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival? It should be the Spring Festival as well.

Not yet, I didn't hear anyone setting off firecrackers!" He clasped his hands in confusion, but in the end, he shook his head and sighed, because today is not a holiday at all.

Snapped……

Suddenly, the lights in the living room went out in an instant, and the originally bright room became invisible.

Maybe it was because his nerves were too tight, but Lao Zhaotou's sense of crisis was extremely strong. At that moment, his back suddenly straightened, and all the muscles in his body activated, and he shouted angrily: "Who is it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, cheerful music began to play from every corner of the room.

Lao Zhao's head felt like it was falling into the clouds, and he stood up, feeling at a loss.

A few seconds later, they saw Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, wearing colorful hats on their heads and pushing a trolley, slowly walking out of the bedroom. There was a big pink cake on the trolley, and a lifelike longevity peach in the middle.

In the center, there were sixty toothpick-sized candles lit on it, which gave it quite a flavor.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

After singing, the two of them came to the table, placed the specially made cake in Lao Zhaotou's arms, and shouted delicately: "Master, happy birthday!"

Looking at the cake in his hand, Lao Zhao was shaken all over. In the blink of an eye, tears were streaming down his face, and he said in a trembling voice: "Today... is my birthday?"

Yin Hui's Tang Yan and Shen Feifei looked at each other, lined up, and bowed at the same time: "Master, we have passed it to you two days in advance. I wish you good fortune as long as the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains."

Old Zhaotou stood up with excitement, stared at the cake filled with candles, and choked with sobs: "Yin Hui, Tang Yan, Feifei, thank you, thank you."

Shen Feifei waved her hand generously and shouted in her not-yet-fully-developed Lolita voice: "Okay, let's start eating now, I'm almost starving."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Old Zhaotou showed the brightest smile in his life: "Today is my first birthday in my life, so I sincerely thank you. Come, let's eat, don't get cold."

After that, he picked up the plastic knife with trembling hands. Under the warm embrace of the three people, he blew out all the candles in one breath. His unruly hands slowly crossed the surface of the cake, which exuded an alluring color. Shoudao was immediately divided into four pieces.

"Wow!" Shen Feifei jumped up happily with a creamy face. Yin Hui held Tang Yan's hand tightly and fed the cake into his mouth.

No one saw it, but a drop of turbid but crystal tear fell from Lao Zhaotou's eyes and fell into the cake in his hand.
Chapter completed!