Chapter 1 Pretentious Master Yuan

In Wangjiang County, more than 100 meters away from the Ximen Vegetable Market in Qingyun Town, there is a daily necessities store called "Yong'antang".

As if they were afraid of getting into bad luck, people would frown and involuntarily speed up their steps when passing by this store.

And I am the boss of Yong'antang.

At nine o'clock in the morning, I received a message from Wang Er Mazi while I was collecting money to buy fried dough sticks.

"Brother Jun, I have good news for you. The widow of the old Hong family is dead."

"Go away, you are just talking about virtue, what good news is this?" I scolded him angrily, but he didn't care and replied, "Isn't what you earn just money from dead people? I'll give you a clue. If you can take this job, it will cost you five thousand."

"That's great. If it comes true, you'll be part of it." I suddenly beamed.

Nowadays, after death, people are sent to the funeral parlor set up by the Ministry of Civil Affairs, which has led to a sharp decline in the business volume of our privately run wedding shops. , I couldn’t place an order in two months.

Wang Ermazi is the "know-it-all" in the town, specializing in matchmaking for various businesses in order to earn introduction fees.

His cousin also runs a white goods shop. Logically speaking, if such a good thing happens, why can't it be my turn?

I didn’t think much about it. After roughly understanding the basic situation, I rushed to Honggang Village with my toolbox.

The deceased was a woman named Hong Yan. She was a famous widow in Honggang Village. She was famous for two reasons:

First, she has a weird temper, rarely goes out on weekdays, and lives with cats all year round.

Secondly, she was relatively wealthy and built a small villa in the village, becoming the envy of the villagers. In addition, she had a good appearance, which naturally attracted many strong middle-aged men, but they were all rejected without exception. There were two types of people in the village. One theory is that she is still thinking about her deceased husband, and the other is that she doesn't like men at all.

Various rumors and rumors made her become a celebrity in three villages and five towns, but no one expected that she would die immediately!

When I arrived at her house, many people had gathered in the lobby on the first floor, including several of my colleagues. They dragged their chins and looked puzzled, which made me even more suspicious.

Wang Ermazi said hello to me, pulled me over to a man and a woman and started to introduce them. They were Hong Yan’s children. The eldest daughter was named Hong Xin, and the younger son was named Hong Wei. I wondered if their father was also Your surname is Hong?

"Is that okay?" Hong Xin and Hong Wei were both from the city. They were brightly dressed and quite fashionable. Their expressions were also arrogant. They looked me up and down with disdainful eyes.

"He is Zhang Dabao's son." Wang Ermazi reminded him. Seeing that the two of them were unmoved, he added, "He is Zhang Changsheng's grandson."

"Zhang Changsheng? Could it be... "

"That's him, our last underground burial master in Qingyun Town." Wang Ermazi answered first, and the surprise on Hong Wei's face flashed, "Okay, let him try it."

In this situation, I can't help but introduce myself. My surname is Zhang, a handsome guy named Jun. As Er Mazi said, my family's occupation for generations has been dealing with dead people.

My ancestors relied on a strange book called "The Book of Burial" to become famous local burial masters. They were responsible for helping dignitaries find suitable cemeteries and houses. Because they violated some taboos, my family was viciously punished. The curse has been passed down from a single line since my great-grandfather's generation. The pregnancy must be a pair of dragon and phoenix. A baby girl will die immediately after birth, while a baby boy will have a broken eyebrow. And once he practices the "Burial Sutra", his lifespan will definitely not be more than thirty. !

My grandfather was the last earth burial master in the family. Before he died, he finally found a way to avoid the curse, which was to give up the "Burial Sutra". As long as you don't practice this book, you will be safe and sound. Under his repeated instructions , my father had no choice but to change his career and open a white goods shop in the town. Originally, the family was relatively wealthy, but during the Cultural Revolution, he was overthrown due to suspicion of feudal superstition, and all the family property was confiscated.

My father was frail and sick since childhood, my mother passed away early, and the store's business was bleak. All these factors made him sick with worry. He passed away when I was twenty years old. It was natural for me to become the new owner of the store. After two years of operation, I still had no business. Getting better, eating has almost become a problem. I have made an agreement with my girlfriend to go to her city to work in sales after the summer vacation.

Until then, whatever you can earn counts.

Closer to home, Hong Wei led me to a bedroom on the second floor. The room was clean and bright, and there was a heavy smell of perfume in the air.

A large round bed was placed in the center, and the body lay quietly on it. The red quilt only covered her neck. Her pale face was exposed to the air, and her bloodshot eyes were wide and round. It seems like it will pop out at any time.

"My mother died suddenly of cardiac arrest due to flatulence. She was not found until two days after her death. There was a smell in the room, so I asked someone to cover it with scent." Hong Xin covered her nose and said casually.

I nodded, and my eyes fell on the abdomen of the corpse. The quilt there was bulging. I wondered, "Why don't you go to the hospital to get rid of the flatulence?"

"The doctor said it would take an operation to cure it. The person is dead, and I don't want to use a knife on her body." Hong Wei said in one sentence, telling me the main purpose of calling me here.

After Hong Yan's death, her body became heavy and hard. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't move it.

Also, she couldn't close her eyes and her eyelids couldn't close.

They invited several business owners, but they all ended in failure. They couldn't find anyone, so Wang Ermazi called me.

I walked over to the body, put on my gloves and touched her skin.

so hard!

"Ah!" I was suddenly startled. The people next to me asked me what was wrong. I shook my head and said nothing. The moment I looked at the corpse just now, I felt like I was being stared at. It must be an illusion. How could a dead person be possible? And the eyes, I must have made a fuss.

I tried to cover her eyelids with my hands, but failed several times, which puzzled me.

There are two types of sayings about not being able to rest in peace.

From a scientific perspective, this is just a physiological activity. It may be affected by a certain nerve. When a person dies, the brain does not have time to send the "eyes-closed" signal, so this scene occurs.

But from a folk perspective, this phenomenon indicates that the deceased has strong resentment or regret.

No matter what the situation is, usually you only need to touch the eyelids a few times to close them. Obviously, this trick is useless, otherwise those colleagues would not stand around and frown.

Just when I was about to change my tactics, my eldest daughter Hong Xin sneered, "The grandson of a ground burial master looks like an embroidered pillow. They are all a bunch of vain cowards."

I gritted my teeth in anger, and just as I was about to argue with him, there was a commotion outside the door.

Because the successive invitations to several business owners didn't work, they simply sent for a well-known mage in the town.

The Master's surname is Yuan. He has a bald head and looks quite secure. He looks like he is a master.

This person is a person who has become popular in villages and towns in recent years. I have also heard of him. It is said that he has solved many difficult problems and is almost always successful, but his charges are also ridiculously expensive.

Master Yuan was very impressive, and he was followed by a disciple who was carrying things. Hong Xin and Hong Wei respected him and welcomed him in politely. Before he could say anything, the disciple who was carrying things said arrogantly, " Do things first and push the rest later.”

Soon, Master Yuan came to the bedroom, or because he thought I was in the way, he glared at me and said, "Everyone else, please step aside."

I didn't get angry with this bastard, so I stood aside with my arms folded, wanting to see what master Yuan, who was said to be a god, was capable of.

Master Yuan circled around the bed and shook his head in confusion, "Grandma has been penetrated by a Yin spirit. She has to drive it out."

"How to drive?"

"With a radius of hundreds of miles, most people definitely don't have this ability, but I, Yuan, am not one of them." Master Yuan's words not only praised himself, but also slapped all the white shop owners present. His shoulders shook, and his cloak followed. After falling down, he shouted loudly towards the Tiwu disciple, "Take out the spirit-expelling holy water that is my master's."

"What? You actually need to use the Holy Water to Exorcise Spirits. This is the treasure you risked your life to get in Changbai Mountain, Master. If you sell it on the market, it will cost you at least one hundred thousand yuan, so you just use it like this?" The disciple's expression was exaggerated, and he was very dissatisfied. Give it up, Master Yuan shouted at him, "What do you know? If the evil spirits are not removed, the children of the Hong family will definitely suffer in the future. It's only 100,000 yuan, how can the Hong family not be able to afford it?"

As he spoke, Master Yuan glanced at the Hong family's children, "If there's no problem, I'll get started."

Now that the words have reached this point, Hong Xin and Hong Wei can only nod in response.

Then, Master Yuan started to perform like a great god, closed the curtains, turned off the lights in the room, and lit a row of large candles beside the bed.

Then, he sprinkled a bottle of unknown liquid on the body and muttered incomprehensible Martian language. This lasted for nearly three minutes before he stopped. Then, he waved his sleeve, and a blue streak appeared out of thin air. Master Yuan shouted loudly, "Monster, where can you escape?" Then, his mouth squirmed and spit out a ball of yellow flame, swallowing up the blue light. The series of performances attracted a burst of applause.

After taking a short breath, he took out a porcelain bottle from his chest, used his fingers to drain some sticky liquid into it, and was about to touch the eyelids of the corpse. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I shouted to stop.

"Boy, what are you doing?" Hong Wei stepped forward and grabbed my shoulder. I calmly pointed at Master Yuan and called him a liar.

Master Yuan was pretending to be a master and remained calm. His disciples started to attack me violently. I raised my voice and said that the liquid he squeezed in his hand contained mixed glue. He just wanted to use the viscosity of the glue to stick his eyelids together.

Master Yuan's face changed slightly, and he explained that this was special nectar. I exposed it on the spot, "If you have any idea, come with me to identify it."

The blue light should be a prop that Master Yuan had hidden somewhere on his body in advance. The effect is similar to that of a laser light, which is why he dimmed the light.

As for breathing fire, this is simpler. Put alcohol in your mouth in advance, choose the angle and spray it towards the flame of the candle to achieve the effect of amplifying the flame.

The reason why I know the inside story is because my father used the same trick to deceive others.

I didn’t expect that many years later, people would still use the same old tricks...