My master is the coffin

Chapter 22

When I looked back, the abbot was standing by the door, and said innocently, "Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Zhang Yuan said dissatisfied: "Didn't you be told to watch those people outside? Why did you come in?"

The abbot stepped aside innocently: "I don't want to come in either."

Then, I saw those company employees walking in one by one.Standing on both sides with terrified faces.

When Mr. Ma saw so many people rushing into his house, he was so angry that he cursed and threatened to fire all the employees.

The last one to walk in had a very familiar figure, it was the skinny Taoist priest, but his eyes were very strange, I had never seen him before.

It suddenly occurred to me that this look should belong to Wu An.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuan asked, "Wu An, what are you doing?"

Wu An's words contained a gloomy air: "Old Daoist, you understand now. I was killed by this guy. I killed him, right?"

Zhang Yuan sighed: "That's right."

Wu An walked over slowly: "That's right."

Zhang Yuan couldn't bear it, and said: "Wu An, a person's lifespan is determined by the sky, neither a human nor a ghost. If you kill him rashly like this, it will do you no good."

Wu An shook his head: "Don't worry, I won't kill him."

At first, Mr. Ma was still yelling about who this little Taoist priest was, but then he heard the abbot say angrily: "This is Wu An." Mr. Ma immediately lost his temper, and his whole body began to tremble.

Some people are born not to cry when they see the coffin.

Wu An walked around the room, and then sat on the sofa. He looked at the puppet coldly: "Go and get the wine."

The dummy was trembling with fright: "How much?"

Wu An said lightly, "Take as much as you have."

The hypocrite trembled and walked into a room.

Mr. Ma was lying on the ground trembling, but suddenly he yelled and jumped up to run away.However, the lights in the house went out and came back on.In an instant, the wind whizzed.

Mr. Ma started to circle around the house, as if he was hallucinating, but couldn't find where the door was.

Seeing this posture, the rest of the people dared not move even more.

After a while, the pseudo-mother came back with a case of wine.Mr. Ma also collapsed on the ground, unable to run anymore.

Wu An's expression is indifferent, you all come over and persuade the man surnamed Ma to drink.

Those employees didn't want to come, and they didn't dare not to come, so they squatted around Mr. Ma.

Mr. Ma stared: "Are you against it?"

Those employees looked at Wu An in fear, and persuaded: "President Ma, please bear with it. Send him away and he will be fine."

Wu An ordered: "You can persuade him the way you persuaded me to drink that day. I won't stop, I can't stop."

So these people began to drink in silence.The look on everyone's face was painful.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Ma couldn't take it anymore, and begged for mercy: "Wu An, don't mess with me, don't I just like men? I really like you. Yes, yes, yes, I killed you out of love and hate. You give me another chance."

With a disgusted expression on Wu An's face, he said, "Don't disgust me, you are just looking for excitement because you have two stinky money. I feel you are dirty when I see you."

Mr. Ma shook his head again and again: "I'm not kidding, I'm sincere." He glanced at the puppet next to him: "Look at him, I'm sincere with him."

Wu An nodded lightly, and then said: "Since this is the case, Mr. Ma can't drink it anymore. This kid can drink it for him."

The pseudo-mother, who was trembling at the side, widened her eyes, her face was full of innocence and fear.

After drinking a few cups for President Ma, the hypocrite began to frown and said, "I won't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore."

At this time, Mr. Ma took out a wad of money from the drawer and slapped it in front of the puppet mother: "Please."

The hypocrite nodded painfully, and drank a few more glasses.

In this way, Mr. Ma paid out intermittently, and the hypocrite drank intermittently.Finally, after the pseudo-mother vomited several times, she couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

Mr. Ma's situation is not much better than him.Already drunk to the point of unconsciousness, after Wu An filled a few bottles with the bottle, he lay on the ground, his hands and feet twitching slightly.

There were already big balls of vomit on the ground, and the smell was unbearable. These two people just fell into the filth and couldn't care about anything.

During the whole process, I, Zhang Yuan, and the abbot, as bystanders, saw clearly.

Wu An walked over slowly and said to Zhang Yuan: "Old Daoist, should a scum like this deserve to die?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Damn it."

Wu An bowed: "You are tired." Then, he tilted his body and fell to the ground.

I asked Zhang Yuan: "What's going on? Has he left?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Wu An is gone, the little Taoist should wake up too. Xu You, help me to bed for a while, I'm a little sleepy."

As soon as I agreed, Master fell down.Lie on the ground and quickly fell asleep.

Two of those employees were still conscious and went to call an ambulance.In fact, I don't need a doctor to see that Mr. Ma is dying.

The abbot and I, with Zhang Yuan on our backs and the skinny Taoist priest on our backs, planned to leave here.And those employees came out to see us off in trepidation, one master at a time, said very kindly, and then called a car for us.

Then I thought about it, and each of them handed over a business card: "If you need anything, call me."

When those people saw that I belonged to an insurance company, instead of being annoyed, they treasured their business cards and thanked me repeatedly.

That night, when we returned to the Dasheng Temple, it was already midnight.The abbot and I were exhausted, so we threw Zhang Yuan and the skinny Taoist priest on the ground, and then fell into a deep sleep.

I didn't wake up until noon the next day.

I walked into the yard and found Zhang Yuan standing in the yard, and the skinny Taoist priest stood in front of him in fear.

I asked Zhang Yuan: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yuan pointed to the skinny Taoist priest and said, "The little Taoist priest and Wu An made a blood contract. There is something strange about it. Wu An died less than seven days ago, so he definitely wouldn't have this kind of sorcery. There is only one possibility, and the little Taoist priest didn't know about it." Where did you learn it?"

The skinny Taoist had an innocent face: "It's really not me, I didn't do anything."

Zhang Yuan looked serious: "Then how do you explain the blood contract?"

The skinny Taoist priest looked bewildered: "What is a blood contract? I really don't understand."

Zhang Yuan sneered: "Okay, okay, let's go. Since you don't make progress yourself, I have nothing to say. There will be a day when you regret it."

The skinny Taoist priest looked ashen: "You won't accept me as an apprentice?"

Zhang Yuan snorted: "You deserve it too?"

The skinny Taoist priest's whole body seemed to be emptied, crooked, as if he was about to fall to the ground.But he staggered two steps and stood still.Then, he bowed to Zhang Yuan.walked out silently.

It was noon, and there was no one outside.The figure of the skinny Taoist priest was very lonely.

I looked at Zhang Yuan and wanted to say something.But he waved his hand: "Go and eat."

For the next few days, everything was calm.It's just that Zhang Yuan forced me to practice qigong every day, which is very troublesome.

About how Taoist priests practice, I have also vaguely heard a little bit before. It is nothing more than reciting Taoist classics, or using a big alchemy furnace to make alchemy.However, Zhang Yuan's method seems to be quite different.

Every morning, "the chicken has already crowed" was used as an excuse to wake me up and force me to run back and forth along the stinky river, in the name of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

Although I didn't dare to say anything on the surface, I scolded him thousands of times in my heart.According to this kind of training method, I think it is impossible to learn how to catch ghosts, and maybe I can get a place in the Olympic Games.

Finally one day, Zhang Yuan said to me: "We cultivators pay attention to Yin and Yang. I asked you to run along the river these two days. Maybe you don't know what it means. Because I can see that you came out of the hospital. After that, Yang Qi has been insufficient."

I couldn't help retorting: "Master, don't bully me. When I first came out of the hospital, my body was a little weak, but it has been a month now. Half a month ago, I was strong and strong, with a ruddy complexion. Yes. Why did you let me run for half a month longer?"

Zhang Yuan shook his head: "You are talking about physical strength, I am talking about yang energy, not a concept. In the past two days, I see that your yang energy has almost recovered. Now, I will teach you how to feel the yin and yang qi in your body. A branch of Taoism is basically based on this."

(End of this chapter)