Foreword:

I hesitated for a long time before typing the keyboard to write this story.

Many things in this story cannot be easily explained, let alone scientifically explained. Since it does not conform to the current "scientific viewpoint", this story can easily be criticized as a poisonous weed that promotes superstition.

But after thinking about it, I still want to tell the story, maybe to sound a warning to some people.

Many metaphysical novels nowadays include the part of changing one's fate against the will of heaven. I have read a lot of articles about this. Most of them are about setting up a formation or opening a forum to do a method, and you can change it by finding a treasure.

These things are very misleading to the public.

Over time, many people feel that it is easy to change one's life against the will of heaven, especially those so-called Mr. Yin and Yang. Changing one's life is as simple as eating a simple meal, and renewing one's life is even easier.

But if you think about it carefully, is Zhuge Liang capable enough?

Since Zhuge Liang followed Liu Bei, he set off "three fires" in total. These "three fires" almost burned his Yangshou. In the end, God's punishment came and he was terminally ill. Zhuge Liang could only give him life in the form of changing his life against the will of heaven.

Save your own life.

When the seven-star lantern was lit for the last day, and the move to extend his life was about to be completed, who knew that Wei Yan accidentally broke into the military tent and destroyed the seven-star lantern, causing Zhuge Liang to die in Wuzhangyuan.

It can be seen from this that fate is determined by heaven, and going against heaven means going against one's own destiny.

The story I am telling is definitely not fantasy enough, nor enough swordsmanship, nor enough obscenity. There is only reality in the story.

Remember, the sky has eyes and destiny is determined by God, but when you do good deeds, don’t ask about the future.

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Chapter One

My surname is Yi, and my given name is Lin. Apart from the fact that my surname is relatively rare, I don’t seem to have any other characteristics.

Like ordinary college students, I went to the job market to find my job right after graduation, but I discovered at that time that the so-called university diploma was useless, and it was as difficult as getting a job that suited me.

sky.

Without work experience, in the eyes of those "bo Les" who smoke and chat, you are definitely not a thousand-mile horse, but at best a mud horse.

Of course, this was two years ago, and today in 2007 is different.

My monthly income is close to the 800 mark, and sometimes if I get lucky, I can easily earn as little as 1,000.

The reason for this is very simple, not because I found Bole, but because I inherited the old man's wreath shop.

In fact, I think running a flower circle shop is like being a civil servant.

It's just that one is fooling people and the other is fooling ghosts.

Although there are relatively few opportunities to fool ghosts, to be honest, fooling ghosts is a highly profitable job.

For example, last time, a middle-aged boss with a big belly came to buy a memorial gift. He said that his old man liked military things more and asked me if I had any paper bindings that I could recommend.

The first element of being a wreath shop owner is that when a customer asks you if you have it, you have to say yes. Even if you don’t have it, you have to detain the customer first and then trick him into buying other things.

After some deception on my part, he simply believed that the technology in the underworld was also improving, and he bought back the tank I folded with yellow paper when I was idle in high school, and spent 488.

I thought everything should go on so peacefully, but I was obviously wrong.

God is a person who loves to slap people mercilessly. Whenever you think you have guessed right, he will slap you first and then say: "Grandson, you guessed wrong."

July 7th, 2007.

The sun was a bit ridiculously bright. Although Guiyang is known as Forest City and it is not too hot in summer, the dazzling sunlight made people feel uncomfortable. I lay in front of the counter of the wreath shop and changed several positions. I still couldn't sleep.

Stable.

I don’t know whether people have less filial piety nowadays, or they find that it is less cost-effective to burn a carriage and horse for a dead person than to buy a cigarette for a living person. These days, the business of the wreath shop is getting worse day by day.

As newspapers reported overwhelmingly on the rise in pork prices, commodity prices skyrocketed. The money I originally earned, which was not much, made it even worse for me.

Yesterday I was able to eat rice bowl, but I guess tonight I will have to eat fried rice with eggs. After another day...

"Old man, if I sell the wreath shop, will you crawl out from below and strangle me to death?" I turned my head to the side with a look of helplessness and looked at the black and white photos on the cabinet.

Three months ago, the old man was still alive. Three months later, I felt like I was going to sleep on the street.

The old man in the photo still looks the same, with a skinny face that shows a bit of age, and a pair of smiling eyes that always give people a sense of kindness.

Looking at the familiar faces in the black and white photos, my eyes couldn't help but feel a little sour, and the scene where the old man took me to escape from Xiangxi to Guiyang ten years ago suddenly appeared in my mind.

I remember that day very clearly. In the dark carriage, the old man was shaking his head with a cigarette pole, looking extremely miserable, while I stood aside with a blank face, constantly pulling on the old man's clothes.

At that time, my eyes were always looking out of the car window, looking at the land where I had lived for fifteen years. I said that I wanted to go back and that I didn’t want to leave Xiangxi, but the old man pretended not to hear.

"I accidentally bumped into that thing. We have to leave, otherwise we will end up dead!" The old man smiled bitterly and lit up his cigarette. He took a puff with his mouth full of fear and said, "The thing in that hole is not something we ordinary people can fight.

You can get by..."

After the old man finished reciting these words, no matter how much I asked him about the reason for his escape, he would not tell me whether he was alive or dead.

Now that the old man is gone, he has taken this secret that I have always wanted to know with him to the grave.

"You are really strict with your mouth." I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I did not continue to recall. At the same time, I yawned and sat up. I rested my head on my hands and looked at the people coming and going outside the store in boredom.

I was quickly calculating the water, electricity, and food bills in my mind. It seemed that the increase in pork prices had also driven up the prices of other things.

Time always flies by at times like this, and by the time I came to my senses, it was almost dark outside.

I lit a cigarette, tidied up the store furnishings familiarly, and was about to close the door when a familiar shout suddenly rang outside the store door.

"Wooden! Let's go eat!"

I turned around and saw that it was Zhou Yan, the wealthy man.

"I'll go if you want to treat me." I was very direct, because I seemed to have only two hundred left in my pocket.

Zhou Yan is a rich man, but he is a rich man born in the year of the Iron Rooster. In terms of being a money lover, he can compete with me. As soon as he heard that he was going to treat me, Zhou Yan's face immediately became embarrassed: "Talking about money hurts feelings."

"Relationships hurt money. If you don't invite me, I'll close the door." I glanced at him. Zhou Yan's eyes twitched when he lied. Judging from his current expression, he was definitely hiding something from me.

"I have something to ask you..." Zhou Yan grinned: "Yi Lin, you are our metaphysics expert in Guiyang."

"Stop it." I waved my hand. When I heard the word "metaphysics", I really wanted to slap him. I didn't show mercy to him at all: "I am an expert in metaphysics, nicknamed "Shengun". My grandson Zhou Yan University

They teased me a lot when I was there, they closed the door and they wouldn’t give it away.”

When I was in college, an unexpected argument caused Zhou Yan to label me as a magician.

It was a debate competition in a psychology class.

The question asked by the teacher was whether ghosts exist, in order to demonstrate the difference between materialism and idealism. I had bad luck in drawing lots that day, and I got Party B, while Zhou Yan was Party A.

At that time, Zhou Yan mocked me in every possible way, even calling me the nickname "Feudal Superstition Spreader". You can imagine how angry I was when I heard this.

When a person's temper is heightened, his mind becomes unclear. This was the case for me at that time.

When it was time for me to speak, I just told what I had seen in Xiangxi when I was a child. Even the old man had a lot of drama in my mouth. At first Zhou Yan could refute, but in the end he really had nothing to refute.

In such a situation, the teacher can only come to the rescue.

The two nicknames of feudal superstition, the poisonous weed and the magic stick, were completely integrated into my two years after college.

"Get out of here now. I'm annoyed when I see you. Don't force me to chop you with a kitchen knife." I frowned and cursed.

Zhou Yan came over shamelessly and grabbed me, laughing: "I'm treating you! Let's go!"

"Okay, the seafood restaurant on Baoshan North Road." My heart skipped a beat, something must have gone wrong. This guy looked at me so flatteringly, he must be begging me for something.

When you ask for help, you are the grandson, and when you are asked for help, you are the uncle. This is the idea that the old man often instilled in me.

Because of this, I didn't save face for Zhou Yan and killed him with a knife.

One meal at the seafood restaurant costs at least 800 yuan, which is enough to make this tough guy's body ache for a while.

Zhou Yan's expression froze at first, then he gave me a smile, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Okay...Seafood Restaurant..."

To be honest, I never expected Zhou Yan to spend so much money on me.

When I arrived at the seafood restaurant, I asked for a private room with a frugal mentality. When ordering, I didn't order expensive dishes, but ordered a few plates of common and friendly seafood.

There were two plates of oysters, one plate of abalone, and one plate of sea cucumber. I originally wanted to order a plate of lobster for Zhou Yan to increase his reputation, but seeing the expression on his face that he was about to cry, I relented.

"Tell me, ask me what you need." I ate my food silently, pulled the plate with abalone in front of me, and stuffed the food into my mouth from side to side: "Time is precious, hurry up and tell me."

Zhou Yan hesitated for a while, with a rare wry smile on his face, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed me a cigarette, then lit a cigarette and started smoking: "Don't your old man often say that he is a Taoist priest?

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My expression stiffened for a moment, and I immediately started muttering in my heart.

The old man started talking nonsense again? Taoist priest? Isn't he afraid that the ancestor will slap him?

"When did he tell you?" I asked.

"Last year during the Chinese New Year, I went to your house to pay New Year greetings, and then the old man drank too much..." Zhou Yan spread his hands.

I sighed helplessly, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "What exactly do you want to consult?"

"Last night, we received a case at the bureau." Zhou Yan gradually sped up his smoking speed and said nothing for a while. When the cigarette butt almost reached the holder, Zhou Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's a troublesome case."

As Zhou Yan narrated, my face became more and more ugly, and I felt a chill running down my spine.
To be continued...