My master is invincible

Chapter 422 Seal Seven (50)

When Qin'er heard this, she almost cried, and said: "Little brother, is there any way to prevent the disaster?"

As she said that, she took out a few red bills, and upon closer inspection, there were about five or six. I have to say, this Qin'er is quite majestic.

I gave up and didn't take the money. I sighed deeply and said, "Girl, it's not about money, I just ask you a word."

She was slightly taken aback, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Do you believe me?" When I said this, I pretended to be serious, and my tone was a bit old-fashioned.

She didn't answer the question immediately, but glanced at me vigilantly, and said slowly, "Letter!"

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I would need to talk to her for a while before she could completely believe me, but I didn't expect it to be so easy.However, thinking about it is also true. Generally, women who are widows believe in fortunetelling. I told her that it was not a physical problem when I opened my mouth before, so it's no wonder she didn't believe me.

So, I chatted with her about fortune-telling for a while, and they were all ambiguous words, but just those ambiguous words made Na Qin'er believe me even more, without saying a word, she just stuffed a few hundred yuan Give me the money, saying that it is thanks to me for solving her doubts.

Hearing this, I feel a little baffled, this woman is not sick!I returned the money to her, and I didn't want to talk anymore. After all, we only left the main room for three hours, so I said to her: "After talking so much, there is only one way to stop your bloody disaster!"

"What method?" She was stunned for a moment and asked.

"Do good to accumulate virtue, kindness, Daren." I took a sip of the unknown thing in front of me and said.

"Little brother, what counts as good deeds?" She seemed nervous and asked.

Seeing her reaction, I didn't know what was going on, but I couldn't bear to lie to her, so I planned to tell her the truth.

The sister-in-law Hua seemed to see my thoughts, coughed suddenly, and said: "Qin'er, people in our village died recently, and there is a lack of a special job. You... you... happen to be doing... that job... in the city. , to help our village this great favor is to accumulate great kindness, and there will be good rewards in the future."

Na Qin'er was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, and asked me: "Little brother, is it really a great kindness to do that?"

Hearing her question, I couldn't bear it, but thinking of Shen Jun's Yin Qi, if there is no Luo widow to go, the chance of success is not very great, so I nodded and hummed.

Seeing me nodding, she looked happy, stood up quickly, arranged the clothes on her body, and said, "Let's go!"

To be honest, seeing her in such a hurry, I felt a little uneasy. As the saying goes, if there is nothing to do, burn incense, and something will happen if you burn incense. This Qin'er is so anxious, there should be something wrong, but I am an ordinary Eight Immortals, I don't understand The fortune-telling set can't be calculated at all.

I thought about it for a while, and the matter has come to this point, so I have no choice but to deceive Qin'er first, focusing on Shen Jun's funeral.Afterwards, ask Qingxuanzi to do the calculation for her for free. If something really happens, ask Qingxuanzi to protect her from disasters, and it will be considered as repaying her favor.

Afterwards, the three of us rushed over to Walking Horse Village. It is worth mentioning that before leaving, Naqiner stuffed me with a lot of things, and the packages were all in English. I took it back for my parents to try out.

As the saying goes, eating people and eating soft, with short hands, and holding the Qin'er thing, I am more and more determined in my heart to let Qingxuanzi take a look for her.

Half an hour later, the three of us returned to the entrance of Luma Village, and happened to meet Lao Wang and the others pulling a large truck of paper bundles. Not to mention, those paper bundles were really lifelike, especially the maid. Just like a living person.

"Jiuzi, Mr. Gao called and said that you want to hire a paper maker?" Old Wang jumped off the truck when he saw me.

I nodded, "Yes, did you invite me?"

"I invited the owner of the paper-making shop over here!" As he spoke, he pointed to the cab of the truck and said, "Jiu Yazi, the paper-making maker called Fan Crazy, who has a weird temper. At that time, the tone should be more respectful!"

I hummed, and handed the foreign goods in my hand to Lao Wang, asking him to save some for my parents, and distribute the rest to the Eight Immortals. Carry it back to the main room, and eat foreign goods when you're done!"

"Okay!" The Eight Immortals yelled, jumped out of the car, and one person passed the paper bundles on the car, and several people continued below. As for the paper-made houses, two people carried them back. This is not the paper-made houses. weight, but etiquette.

The Eight Immortals were very busy, I smiled, and asked Mrs. Hua to lead Qin'er back to the village first. After the two of them left, I walked towards the cab of the truck and vaguely saw a person sitting inside smoking a cigarette. Duan Yan knocked on the glass window and said, "Mr. Fan, Xiao Jiu is here to salute you."

Saying that, I bent slightly towards that position.

"You are Chen Baxian?" The car window was rolled down. The man was in his sixties, his temples were white, his eyes were sunken, and he looked deep and energetic. There was a strange symbol embroidered on his collar. .

I froze for a moment, I seemed to have seen that symbol somewhere before, suddenly, I suddenly remembered that in Quyang, Fatty Guo was seriously injured, and that Chinese medicine doctor Lu seemed to have this symbol on his medicine box, could it be that the paper maker in front of him What does it have to do with that old Chinese doctor?
Thinking of this, I bent over to the paper maker again, and said, "The boy is Chen Baxian, what's your name?"

He didn't speak, looked at me a few times, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right, Jiang Tiansheng didn't exaggerate you, he is indeed a bit petty!"

When I heard this, I was even more confused, so I said, "You know Mr. Jiang?"

He laughed and said, "It's more than just acquaintance, the young one would often bicker with the old one."

After finishing speaking, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, pushed open the car door and came down, patted me heavily on the shoulder a few times, and said in a deep and deep voice: "Chen Baxian, don't embarrass your master, work hard, maybe there will be some troubles in the future." future."

Hearing this, I was overjoyed. This person should know my so-called master, so I quickly handed him a cigarette, lit it for him, and asked straight to the point: "Mr. Fan, I don't know who my master is." People? What is the relationship between you and Dr. Lu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his complexion immediately sank, he threw away the cigarette in his hand, and said angrily: "Don't mention that Lu guy to me, that old guy is not human at all!"

I smiled awkwardly. Looking at this posture, Mr. Fan should have an enmity with Dr. Lu, and the enmity is very deep. He was about to speak, and he spoke angrily: "Chen Baxian, let me tell you, Let’s talk about Lu, I won’t sell you this truckload of paper.”

Hearing this, I was also drunk, and quickly suppressed the doubts in my heart, and said, "Then can you tell me about my master?"

"Your master!" He froze for a moment, then said, "I can't tell you for now, just let Jiang Tiansheng explain to you when the time comes."

As he said, he sat on the ground like a child, picked up the cigarette he had thrown away earlier, blew off the dust on the cigarette holder, smoked a few puffs, and said, "Don't stand still, sit down quickly, the old man gives you a Good stuff to smoke!"

I smiled wryly. No wonder Lao Wang said that Mr. Fan had a weird temper. He was really weird, and it was hard to refuse his kindness, so he sat down next to him and said, "Mr. Please sit down for a while, and I hope you will forgive me!"

He nodded, and took out a palm-sized plastic bag from his arms. He could vaguely see the word washing powder. I was taken aback. Why did he take out washing powder?
Just as I was in a daze, he opened the bag, took out a three-finger-sized piece of paper, which was the corner of the calendar, and took out a small amount of shredded tobacco, put the shredded tobacco on the paper and rolled it up.

Seeing this, I realized that Mr. Fan was planning to let me smoke dry tobacco, and I was not polite. I reached out to take the dry tobacco, said thank you to him, lit it, and the taste is not bad, better than the Baisha I usually smoke. Much stronger.

"How does it taste?" He asked lightly.

"It's okay!" I said a big truth.

He nodded, took a few puffs of cigarettes, and slowly said: "Being a human being is like rolling a dry cigarette. You need to do it step by step. You can't be fast or slow. If you are too fast, the shredded tobacco will fall out. If you are slow, the cigarette will not be tight." , will cause the whole cigarette to fall apart."

As he spoke, he rubbed the cigarette in his hand, and continued: "This finished cigarette, no matter how straight and tight it is, it will shatter when rubbed lightly."

Hearing these words, I felt a little baffled, how can I smoke a cigarette, and there are so many reasons, and when I was about to speak, Mr. Fan stopped at me and asked, "Do you understand what I mean?"

I shook my head and said, "I don't understand!" I was telling the truth, I really didn't understand the meaning of his actions.

"Follow the rules in everything, don't rush for quick success!" He seemed a little disappointed, stood up, patted me on the shoulder a few times, and said, "Tonight, I will sleep in the car, and I will call tomorrow when I need me!"

I nodded dumbly, thinking in my heart, is he implying me?
After thinking about it for a while, I didn't understand what he meant, so I said goodbye to him hastily and was about to go back to the village.

Mr. Fan jumped down from the truck, holding a paper box in his hand, the size of a palm, with a paper lock on it, and said: "Chen Baxian, wait a minute, this box contains the key of the house. The key to the box!"

As he spoke, he raised his other hand.

When I heard this, I couldn't understand what he meant. He put the house keys tied with paper in this box on purpose, in order to ask for red envelopes.However, although this is suspected of asking for red envelopes, since the prosperity of paper-made products, there has been such a set of rules, that is, to separate the paper-made houses from the keys. As for why, I am not very clear.

I touched my trouser pocket, the money is a little bit, but there is no red envelope paper, after all, normal people who have nothing to empty the red envelope paper, so I looked around and found a red plastic bag not far away, picked it up, wrapped it 12 yuan, folded into the style of a red envelope, and said: "I hope the old man will not dislike you if you have a little heart."

He nodded and said: "One piece of paper is like ten thousand generals, the gate star of the generals from generation to generation, the gate of the underworld under the paper, and the people of the sun will prosper forever."

After finishing speaking, he took the red envelope with one hand, handed the cardboard box and the key to me with the other, and said, "For your master's sake, I will give you four words and seven or seven seals."

(End of this chapter)