Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"Why are you giving me money!"

"are you crazy!"

"Go, go! You are not welcome here! You are not welcome!"

Chen Ze was a little surprised.

Ji Lianyuan was imprisoned for felony homicide. It was not a glorious thing. It is normal for Zhang Houde to have a estrangement from this father, and it is probably because of this that he changed his surname.

But his reaction was too extreme, he didn't even listen to what Chen Ze wanted him to do.

The most important thing is to look at his part-time job as a feng shui master, he is definitely not the kind of person who has trouble with money.

This is self-contradictory.

Could it be that I didn't give enough?
Chen Ze seriously reflected on whether he should make an offer first.

Then give him a little capital shock.

"One"

dong dong dong dong!
Suddenly there was a banging sound at the door, and Zhang Houde, who couldn't drive Chen Ze away, shouted in a hoarse voice,
"Who is it!"

There was only a muffled answer from outside the door.

"Idiot!" Zhang Houde seemed to understand who was coming, picked up the feather duster from the corner, and went up to open the door.
"You're not full, it's a big night."

Zhang Houde was so angry that he opened the door and cursed, as if to vent his anger.

Chen Ze looked along the crack of the door, and it turned out to be the male beggar he had bumped into in front of his uncle's house earlier.

He actually wandered here?

As a result, before the door was noisy for a while, a large group of people came outside again, squeezing in along the crack of the door.

"elder brother!"

The first person to enter the back room was a farmer, and he started howling as soon as he entered the door.

Chen Ze saw that this group of people were all gathered in front of the stranger lying on the bed in the house, chattering and yelling at each other.

"You loser!" Seeing this posture, Zhang Houde, who was crowded at the door, poked his finger on the beggar's forehead.

The beggar didn't dare to fight back, and held his head in grievance.

"The one whose surname is Zhang!" The newcomers quickly blocked Zhang Houde and continued to push and push him.

"how do you say."

"What's wrong with my brother, I'll fucking kill you!"

"quack!".
Chen Ze, who was eating melon, listened for a while, and gradually understood the reason of the matter.

It seems that this piece of Houde sells homemade snake wine, but it turned out to be drunk, and it was only delivered here during dinner.

No wonder Zhang Houde seemed flustered all the time.

"The surname is Zhang!"

"I'm not treating."

"Cure it! Cure it quickly!".
There was a lot of noise in the room, and for some reason, Chen Ze became more and more impatient.

This is mortal.
Chen Ze stared at the man who was lying on the bed struggling continuously, and sighed with emotion.

Mundane things entangled, birth, old age, sickness and death.

So taking advantage of the quarrel between the group of people, Chen Ze had already come to the man and stretched out his hands covering Yuan Qi.

After a while.

"Look, he's awake."

There was a shout from nowhere, and the noisy crowd suddenly turned around, only to see that the man lying on the bed had sat up and was looking at them blankly.

"elder brother!"

"How are you?".
The man miraculously recovered and regained consciousness, and there was no longer any discomfort, and everyone soon dispersed happily and went back to their respective homes.

Only the male beggar at the door was still lingering there, Zhang Houde, who couldn't see him, had a hard time chasing him away.

Strange. Why is it suddenly fine.
After driving the beggars away, Zhang Houde was puzzled.

Originally, he was anxious about this matter, afraid of killing someone, he hesitated whether to carry him to the hospital overnight.

It turned out to be a good thing, the person healed himself, and went home alive and well.

So Zhang Houde in a good mood put away the feather duster and crossed the threshold of the back room again.

Deng.

Suddenly he stopped.

Because the surroundings somehow became so dark and so dark that there was not even a ray of light.

Zhang Houde's eyeballs suddenly froze, unable to move any more, and the brain connected to it was also froze.

He couldn't react at all what happened, only fear spewed out of his heart like a well.

At this time, there was a little movement in the unchanging darkness in front of him, and a face gradually appeared.

A face he will never forget in his life.

"what!!!"

Zhang Houde suddenly regained his mobility, screamed and fell to his knees, his hands tried to support the ground but kept slipping away.

As if his bones had been pulled out, Zhang Houde couldn't pull up any strength, he could only look away as much as possible, but the frightening face in the corner of his eyes was still approaching.

"Don't don't don't don't—"

Zhang Houde begged for mercy,
"I was wrong! I was wrong, master! I was wrong, I was wrong ah ah ah ah ah ah!".
【Experience value +200】

Master?

Chen Ze, who was arousing Zhang Houde's fear and kept approaching, was a little surprised, staring at the ups and downs of his head in front of him, lost in thought.

Zhang Houde was kowtowing non-stop.

Chen Ze did this just to provoke Zhang Houde, but unexpectedly, there was an unexpected harvest.

Zhang Houde must have been frightened into hallucinations, thinking of himself as someone else.

But Zhang Houde, who had knocked off his glasses, slowly came back to his senses, looked at Chen Ze in disbelief, and then lowered his head to grope around.

After he picked up his glasses and put them back on for a long time, he finally confirmed that there was no one else in front of him except Chen Ze.

"Who is your master?" Chen Ze asked first.

"You you you you you you." Zhang Houde still stammered, and finally stood up after struggling.

"There's something wrong with you!" Zhang Houde was terrified just now.

"Who is your master?" Chen Ze repeated the question again, and at the same time influenced Zhang Houde again with his spiritual sense.

"My master" Zhang Houde had a painful expression on his face, as if he was very resistant to this question, but it was still difficult to resist the desire to confide in his heart.

"My master is, it's Ji Lianyuan."

what?
Chen Ze was a little surprised, but it caused many doubts in series.

"Aren't you Ji Lianyuan's son?" Divine consciousness continued to play a role.

【Experience value +100】.
"no!"

"Then what's your relationship with Ji Lianyuan?"

"He, he, he is my master."

"You're not Zhang Houde!" Chen Ze suddenly raised his voice, making "Zhang Houde" startled,
"Where is the real Zhang Houde!"

Chen Ze had long felt that the old man was too old to match up with Ji Lianyuan's son, but he didn't think he was really the right one.

"Zhang, Zhang Houde" the old man was shaken by the yelling,
"Zhang Houde is right there!"

He pointed in a certain direction outside the house.

"Where?" Chen Ze frowned and asked, because there was no one there.

"It's that person just now!" The old man's knees went limp and paralyzed,

"The one who came to beg for food just now is Zhang Houde!"

"That beggar?" Chen Ze came back to his senses,
"Is he Zhang Houde?"

The old man nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, and was already speechless.

Chen Ze's eyes were fixed, he glanced past the old man and chased after the direction where the male beggar disappeared.

After a while, the old man, who was almost crying, looked up, and the stranger in front of him had disappeared.

He looked around cunningly, and returned to the house as if fleeing for his life.

the other side.

Chen Ze, who was chasing at full speed, quickly found the male beggar who was wandering on the country road with the cooperation of various senses.

At this moment, he was holding a broken brick and constantly blowing air, and from time to time he growled like a mantra,
"Break!"

"Break!"

"Break!".
Even when Chen Ze stood in front of him, he didn't react much, as if that broken brick was the whole world.

Chen Ze couldn't be more familiar with this kind of performance.

Typical psychiatric symptoms.

After watching for a while, Chen Ze realized that the behavior of the male beggar was not meaningless.

Blow off bricks.

The signature supernatural power of Qigong master Ji Lianyuan back then.

In addition, there are performances such as pore steaming, rolling steel spoons, etc., all of which are repeated by male beggars as if they are having fun.

Whether it's Ji Lianyuan's son or not, this male beggar obviously has a special relationship with Ji Lianyuan.

"Zhang Houde?"

Chen Ze shouted tentatively.

The male beggar didn't respond.

"Zhang Houde!" Chen Ze grabbed the male beggar's shoulder and turned his head to himself.

"Where is Zhang Houde~hehe~" the male beggar smiled playfully, and pointed in the direction of the old man's house.

"I'll take you there. No way!" the beggar stared at Brick and said to himself,
"It's not time for dinner, I will be scolded in the past."

"Can you go over while eating?" Chen Ze followed his train of thought.

Chen Ze also wanted to directly influence the mood of the male beggar for interrogation, but that was not appropriate.

In fact, mental patients have a certain "immune effect" on Chen Ze's spiritual influence.

Because for ordinary people, once all kinds of fear and panic are aroused, it is easy to be uncontrollable and tell the truth.

But mental patients are different.

The inner world of every mental patient is different from that of ordinary people, and some are quite chaotic, and it may be counterproductive to arouse emotions at will.

The male beggar didn't respond, so Chen Ze could only repeat the question patiently.

"Yes." The male beggar's reaction was irregular, but this time he answered seriously.

"I can go over to eat when I eat."

"You usually eat at his house?"

The male beggar nodded and added,
"Not necessarily. Sometimes there is no leftover food in his house, so I can't eat it."

"What's your name?" Chen Ze carefully monitored the status of the male beggar.

"Name? Name name, name. My name?" The male beggar fell into deep thought.

"Is your name Zhang Houde?"

The male beggar nodded, completely unaware of the contradiction.

"Do you know this person?" Chen Ze immediately took out his mobile phone and showed the male beggar the photo of Ji Lianyuan on the screen.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a double-breasted cloth jacket, with a strong beard and thick eyebrows, and his facial features are not low.

"Father." The male beggar snatched the phone, took it aside and covered it with his hand and whispered.

It seems that he is the real Zhang Houde.

After getting the answer, Chen Ze didn't stop him, nor did he provoke him further, but stood silently thinking about the next step.

At this time, in the room of that fake Zhang Houde.

"Oh my God bless you, bless you bless you"

"Mr. Cheng Huang, offer incense to you."

"Master, Master, don't come looking for me."
The old man, who was quite temperamental when he first met, was already looking like a god, his back was almost completely soaked, and he knelt in front of the small alcove, continuously burning incense, kowtow, and chanting mantras.

I don't know what god he is worshiping, but he almost greeted all the gods.

In fact, the old man is in a state of confusion now, and he just wants to seek some psychological comfort.

Ever since the uninvited guest left, the old man who was left alone gradually recalled his own strange behavior before, as well as the mysteries revealed in Chen Ze's words and deeds.

Even though he has been bluffing and cheating for many years, the old man who has gone through this experience can't help but tremble with fear, for fear that he has provoked some strange power and confusion.

"Second Master Guan, help me, I know how to exorcise evil spirits"

Gululu——

Suddenly there was some movement from outside the closed door, and the old man was so startled that he almost bumped his head into the alcove.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Did I hear it wrong?
The old man turned his head back hesitantly.

Gululu——

The old man turned his head abruptly.

The door remained closed.

The old man could no longer kneel down.

He took a breath of courage, picked up the hoe next to him, and walked towards the door with his back bent.

"The monsters and monsters, the soul flies away and the soul flies back and disperses."

The old man came to the door like crossing a single-plank bridge, and carefully opened the door with a hoe.

squeak--

The weather outside is calm and calm, only the moonlight is shining softly.

The old man stretched his neck, looked left and right, but didn't notice how ugly he was.

"call--"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to close the door when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

cold, so cold.

A bone-chilling chill entangled himself like a necrosis, making him freeze in place and unable to move a single inch.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

The thin, cold hairs around the ears were pricked upright by the wind, and a hoarse sound like a wraith slid into it along the gap,

"Are you... afraid, what?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

The old man was so frightened that he jumped three feet high, tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

But despite the pain, he turned over and faced the house, and backed out of the house on hands and feet.

But before climbing two steps, he froze again.

There is nothing in the house.

Gululu——

Before I could think about it, that strange movement came from behind me again.

The old man turned his head blankly.

This time, what he saw was finally not just air.

A figure stood quietly in front of the threshold, and the old man looked up, but saw the face of a man with a long beard.

Soon after, in a corner of memory, that familiar face that had never been forgotten gradually overlapped completely with the man in front of him.

He's completely devastated.

"Master!"

"Master, I was wrong!"

"Master! Master! Master!"

"Master, I really know I was wrong! Don't harm me! Don't harm me!"

"I beg you, don't hurt me ahhh!".
The old man kept kowtowing to the man begging for mercy like a demon, and the smelly liquid flowed down the trousers.

Even though the man standing in front of him had already left, the old man was still ignorant and had already fallen into madness.

Gululu——

The male beggar who ran away from the old man, that is, the "Zhen Zhang Houde" chased the wooden spinning top all the way to the tree, but was suddenly blocked by a tall figure.

Zhang Houde looked up and saw that it was the stranger who gave him the toy.
"I did as you said, can you give me this?"

He looked helplessly at the wooden spinning top under the tree.

"Of course." Chen Ze was quite satisfied with his performance, and handed the wooden spinning top to Zhang Houde himself.

"You did a good job." (End of this chapter)