the last priest

Qingli, born in the 60s, tall and thin, said that he used to worship under a well-known master in the local area, and the price was a bottle of wine and two catties of sugar.

Since he was an adult, he has hardly worked in the fields, and walks around the village alleys in neat clothes every day.His wife is also an Amitabha, and he gave birth to a pair of daughters, and the family of four lived in a small bungalow.

In terms of living conditions, Qingli is not considered good in the village. All the fields in the family are rented to others, and they live on pickled vegetables all year round.

People who can invite Zha Wenbin will naturally not invite him, but Zha Wenbin made his debut later than him, and Zha Wenbin is not at home for three days, this dead man's business cannot be booked in advance, so Qingli It still has a certain reputation in the mountainous area where the surrounding three counties and two provinces meet.

Leather shoes, khaki trousers, a white shirt, a briefcase in his hand, and a very fashionable trolley case at that time, this is his perennial outfit.Because his family doesn't farm land, he doesn't have a season when farming is busy or off season, and all four mouths point to his box when he opens it, so Qingli spends more time wandering around soliciting business.

I'm afraid no one can say for sure what this person's ability is. If you don't understand, even the talismans he drew, Cha Wenbin also said that some of them are useful. Never sent home.In today's words, this person is closer to a charlatan.

How did the scammer get hooked on this book called "The Last Taoist"?That's because he's making dead money.

When he was young, this Qingli mainly lived on incense money. After the 90s of the last century, the children in the family were all grown up, and he had to find ways to earn more money to support the family, so he gritted his teeth and worked hard. West Minato opened a funeral supplies store in the town.

When someone comes to buy things, he promotes himself as a Taoist priest, so that he can be accepted into the Taoist temple smoothly; Those days were gradually getting better.

As usual, he squinted his eyes and listened to the radio, guarding the shop with his legs crossed. This shop is not like a department store. It is rare for a customer to come to the door in a few days. After all, this dead person does not happen every day. To pass the day like this.

It was drizzling that day, and the sky was so gloomy that it was almost impossible to see clearly without turning on the lights.Pedestrians on the street came and went in a hurry. It was lunch time, Qingli opened a large enamel tea mug, which contained the lunch his wife prepared for him in the morning: white rice with pickled vegetables.

Qing Qingli couldn't stop shaking his head when he saw the same kind of food that he had eaten for half his life, he hadn't been to the dojo for half a month, and eating this pickled vegetables and white rice every day, the oil in his intestines was scraped off.He could only imagine that the teapot contained a large piece of braised pork, and after he lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls, a low voice came from outside the door: "Boss, is there any stacked ingots for sale in the shop?"

Looking up, there is a person at the door of the store, wearing a bamboo hat, a coir raincoat, common liberation shoes on his feet, and rolled-up trouser legs. This attire looks like a farmer.

Seeing that there was business, Qing Qingli immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks and said: "Yes, there are, and there are other incense candles, quilts..." He pointed to the goods piled up inside and started recommending them endlessly. Pay attention to a bundled sale, which is the only rule for him to make money.

"Then you match me up. I want to be like him." The person at the door still didn't come in, but stood in the drizzle.

Qingli hurriedly got up to fetch the goods for him, and after taking a little, he turned around and asked, "Who are you using this thing for? Different places need different things."

"Oh." The head of the man outside the door was still covered by the bamboo hat, "It was for a relative in my family, and he passed away."

When Qingli heard that this was a good deal, he asked enthusiastically, "Is it a man or a woman, how old is it, and what is its figure? You need to prepare a shroud."

"Same size as me, male, 32 years old." A voice from outside the door drifted in faintly.

Qingli rolled his eyes and said immediately: "Ah? You are so young, you must be reluctant to leave. Young people usually die fiercely. You have to find someone to see and do a ritual, otherwise it may be bad for your family in the future. ..." He was very familiar with this line, and the man was still standing at the door after he finished chanting, just not saying a word.

Seeing that his recommendation did not arouse the other party's reaction, he was about to pull the other party in for further in-depth recommendations, so he said, "Brother, come in first, it's raining heavily outside."

After saying that, Qingli went out to hold the man's hand. The moment he touched it, he only felt a chill in his palm.Qingli didn't think much about it, thinking it was the rain outside, and said politely: "Come in and have a cup of tea first." He turned around and led the man into the house, and continued: "This matter in your house is not simple. , let me tell you first..."

After arranging the man in the bamboo hat to the chair he used to sit on, he went to the back room to pour tea for others.

"Boss, boss!" There was a rush of shouts outside the door.

Qingli opened the curtain and looked outside the door. There was a middle-aged farmer in his 40s standing with an umbrella, his body was still covered with muddy water. Before Qingli could speak, the man asked, "Who are you?" Master, do you have stacked ingots for sale in the store?"

Hey, what's the matter today, people want to buy this thing one after another, "Yes, as much as you want, the little brother outside also wants it, if the goods are not enough, I have to transfer it for you temporarily."

The middle-aged man inquired around and found that the funeral supplies store is not very big, with an area of ​​only ten square meters, which can be easily scanned at a glance. He asked Qingli, "There is no one outside, what are you talking about?" Which brother? That’s right, a brother in my family has just passed away, and I need things very urgently, if someone orders first, can you let me discuss with him and give it to me first?”

Qin Qingli pouted behind the curtain and said, "No, it's the little brother sitting on the chair."

The middle-aged man turned his head and said with a bad expression: "Boss, don't mess with me about this joke. There is no one outside you. Apart from the two of us, there are only two standing papers in the store." Baby." He pointed to the pair of boy and girl standing by the wall.

Qingli opened the curtain and came out to see that the chair was empty. He wondered if the man had gone out, so he went to the door and saw that there was no one on the whole street.

"It's really weird, I was still here just now." Qingli rubbed his head and said to himself.

The middle-aged man said: "What, I just saw you entering the house by yourself at the door from across the road, so I came in and called you."

Qin Qingli was startled and said, "What did you say? Just now I only saw the room I entered alone?"

"Yes, didn't you go in while talking, but I didn't hear what you said from a long distance."

Qin Qingli squeezed the middle-aged man's arm, his face changed seven to eight points and asked: "You are not allowed to joke about this."

The middle-aged man pointed to the furnishings in his shop and said: "Who is free to go to the shop that sells funeral goods to make fun of, besides, there has just been an accident at my house, so I am not in the mood to make fun of you. See if there is anything I want?" , if I don’t have it, I have to go to another store to look for it.”

Holding a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, Qingli glanced at the chair he used to sit on, only to see that there was still a faint circle of water on the chair cushion, which was dripping from the coir raincoat!

"Kang Dang!" With a sound, Qingli went weak, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground. It was true that a man in coir raincoat came in just now.

This startled the middle-aged man, he turned around and was about to leave, then Qingli came to his senses and hurriedly asked: "It's okay, it's okay, someone from your family has left, I have all the things here. "

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "My brother went fishing in the morning, but he was struck by lightning. This will leave the whole family crying. My cousin came out to get some things first, and he was in a hurry. I want to hurry back." After a pause, the man continued to ask: "I heard that the master who runs the funeral shop in this town is a Taoist priest, and my brother died strangely, so I was thinking about asking you to go and do a ritual ceremony to get rid of the evil spirits." , do you see you?"

Although Qing Qingli was still nervous about what happened just now, when he heard that a scene had come to him on his own initiative, he immediately regained his composure, and said with a straight face: "I think I was responsible for the death of the magistrate of the county. Yes, since you are here, I will definitely help you with this favor, don't worry!"

Seeing that Qingli agreed, the man was also forthright, and quickly said: "Then please rush over there as soon as possible, Master Si. If the family needs anything, you can take it and get it. Then we will settle the bill together."

Qingli turned around and went back to the house, dragging his trolley case, and picked out a bunch of things for others. Naturally, the price is not cheap, and the profit of the dead man's business is so high that others are embarrassed to bargain. If you As soon as he opened his mouth, he would immediately say, "It's only once in a person's life, why don't you let him go? Do you care about such a small amount of money?"

Before closing the door, Qingli glanced at the wet water stains on the chair, and followed the middle-aged man into the rain with a trace of uneasiness in his heart.