dragon hunter

Chapter 49 Copper Money Sword

"Hiss, take it easy." In the steamy sauna, I lay on the leisure bench and grinned.

"You are a big man, are you so afraid of pain?" The voice behind him was clear and sweet, with a hint of sarcasm.

"Be stronger, be gentle." I had a bitter face, with beads of sweat rolling on my forehead.

"Be gentle, go find that charming girl Li Xiaolei, I won't wait for you." Accompanied by the angry voice, there was also a stabbing pain from his back.

My face was so bitter that water dripped out, and I kept lamenting in my heart, a woman's heart was stabbed in the bottom of my heart.

More than half a month has passed since the thrilling and vicious battle that day. After burning the evil body of Yin Changsheng, our curse has been lifted.

I suffered a dying blow from that evil body, and my muscles and bones were injured by the resentment of the transformation. I needed acupuncture and physical therapy to slowly dredge the stagnant qi and blood in my body.

But Zhen Qingyi was a blessing in disguise. Before the ghost hand Zhang died, he saw that she had a lot of embroidery skills, so he taught her all the acupuncture secrets passed down from his ancestors. The little granddaughter of the ghost hand Zhang was adopted by Li Xiaolei, and the mandrill disappeared. .

When Zhen Qingyi came into contact with acupuncture for the first time, she was worried that she would not have a practice partner, and I, who was unlucky, became her practice tool.

The phone in my trouser pocket rang, and as if I had met a savior, I put on my coat and got up, and walked out without looking back, "That's all for today, I'll answer the phone first."

"I'll let you go today, and continue tomorrow." Zhen Qingyi's voice sounded terrifying to me like a demon.

The call was from my second uncle, who asked me to go back to the store and said that I had something to do with me.

I took a taxi on the side of the road and hurried back to the shop, only to see my second uncle's broken motorcycle parked by the side of the road, and a man standing beside him smoking a cigarette.

I walked over to open the store door, poured a glass of water for my second uncle, and asked, "Your tone is a little anxious, is it something urgent?"

The second uncle threw the half-smoked cigarette on the side of the road, stomped it out with his foot, picked up the water glass and gulped it down in one gulp, before saying, "I found the old man's clue."

I was a little dazed, the old man that my second uncle said was my grandfather, I had never seen him in my life, when I was a child, my second uncle said that my grandfather disappeared when he was out on errands.

For so many years, there has been no news of grandpa, no one alive, no dead body.

"It was the fat man who helped me. I asked him to keep an eye out for me. I didn't expect him to find this thing in a house." The second uncle took out a photo.

In the photo is a small rusty sword, more than a foot long, which looks like a string of copper coins connected together.

"Copper money sword, only Feng Shui masters will use this thing, isn't it?" I looked at my second uncle with a questioning look.

"No mistake, this is the copper coin sword that your grandfather used back then. I used to play with it when I was a child. Look at the word 'Zhang' engraved on the handle of the sword." The second uncle pointed to the photo with affirmative tone.

"Did the fat man ask the family where he got the copper coin sword?" I asked.

"I didn't ask, but the fat man said that he was a widowed old man, his children were not around, and he had a weird temper." The second uncle frowned.

"It's a bit difficult. If others don't want to mention this kind of thing, we can't force it." I muttered to myself.

"You young people are quick-witted, so I'll leave this to you." The second uncle patted me on the shoulder.

Can I say no?That is my own grandfather, although I have no impression of his old man.

I called Fatty and asked him to come over to meet him. This guy has been talking a lot lately. The store is often closed, so I don't know what he's busy with.

The fat man came soon. Someone drove him. I didn't see the man sitting in the car.

"Fatty, you're doing well. It's only been a few days, and there is a special car to pick you up." I teased the other party.

"Of course, the fat man is now the famous Master Wang, and he can provide one-stop funeral services." Fatty Wang patted his chest and boasted.

I haven't paid much attention to Fatty's whereabouts recently, so I curiously asked what happened.

"I don't know why. Recently, there is always a monk chanting scriptures in my mind, and then somehow, I learned some weird skills. I happened to help a rich boss and solve a strange thing. The fame spread all at once." Fatty Wang talked about his recent experiences triumphantly.

It was clear in my eyes that this fat man had a predestined relationship with the old monk Zhumen, and I heard from my second uncle that this is called passing on the Dharma from generation to generation.

"I want you to do me a favor." I picked up the photo on the table, "The copper money sword on it belongs to my grandfather. I want to go to that family and ask if I can find any clues."

Fatty Wang had a look of embarrassment on his face, he hesitated, "The old man is a bit weird, very difficult to deal with, and..."

"You're still so unhappy talking to me." I glared at Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang looked around mysteriously, approached with a fat face, and said in a low voice, "I suspect that the old man is raising ghosts."

"Raising ghosts?" My heart tightened, and I asked, "Why do you say that? What did you see?"

"The old man is very vigilant, but the room is so dark, I feel something dirty inside." Fatty Wang's face turned pale.

"That doesn't prove that the old man raises ghosts?" I was very puzzled.

"Oh, I can't explain a few sentences clearly. I'll take you to have a look, and you will know that the old man has a problem." Fatty Wang looked like he didn't know how to explain.

Fatty Wang took me to the old neighborhood, which is a shantytown in the county seat. There have been rumors of demolition, but it has been rumored for several years, but due to various reasons, it has not been implemented.

The drainage system in the old neighborhood was poor, and on a rainy day, the whole neighborhood was shrouded in a layer of peculiar smell.

I followed Fatty Wang and walked on the old street paved with bluestone slabs. The buildings around me were all in the style before liberation, with high walls and small windows.

The alley is very narrow and dark, and there are no people around. Occasionally, an old man or an old lady walks by.

"The old man goes to the east side vegetable market every morning to buy an old hen and take it home. At this point, he is probably still visiting the vegetable market." Fatty Wang knew a lot about the old man.

"Have you ever followed that old man?" I looked at the fat man strangely, he doesn't look like a very boring person, does he?

Fatty Wang's face was a bit unnatural, and he said secretly, "The old man has a few old things in his house. I want to collect them and resell them to make some money, but after a few months, the old man will not let go."

It dawned on me that this is Fatty Wang's style.

Diagonally opposite the old man's house, there is a small alley. Fatty Wang and I squatted at the entrance of the alley to smoke.

Not long after, the old man wobbled back, holding a fat hen in his hand, its wings were still flapping.

When I saw the old man's face, I felt awe-inspiring. The corners of his eyes were drooping, his eyebrows were triangular, and his mouth was a little wide. He belonged to the kind of grinning person who looked like a kind old man next door, but actually had a gloomy mind and a very deep city.

The old man seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little song, took out the key to open the door, carried the hen into the house, and then the door was tightly closed.

"What's going on in that old man's house?" Fatty Wang and I squatted aside and chatted.

"It's a bit dark, not very ventilated, and they're all old furniture." Fatty Wang squatted by the wall, exhaling a smoke ring.

Just as he was talking, the old man opened the door, hurried to the grain and oil shop diagonally opposite, and bought a few catties of glutinous rice.

Old hen and glutinous rice?My heart beats half a beat faster. When I was a child, I heard from my second uncle that hen blood mixed with glutinous rice is the favorite food of little ghosts. Could it be that the old man really raises ghosts?

"Little ghosts can make money, and little ghosts can change their luck!" A strange occupation is recorded in the Broken Physiognomy, ghost raising man!

In the business of eating yin food, ghost raisers are very mysterious and weird. Like a fortune teller, they can help people change their fortune and love luck, and the effect is very good, but the price you pay is often beyond your tolerance. .

"Did you see it? The old hen and glutinous rice are for raising ghosts." Fatty Wang pointed at the old man and lowered his voice.

"Shut up, look first before you talk." I frowned.Before coming here, I thought the other party was an old man with a weird temper, but I didn't expect that there was something else hidden. It seems that the matter of the copper coin sword has to be discussed in the long run.

"Hey, there are still good cars in this poor place." Fatty Wang touched me with his elbow, and pouted towards the entrance of the old street.

A new red Audi slowly drove towards this side and stopped at the door of the old man's house.

The one who opened the car door and came out was a well-dressed young woman carrying a small shoulder bag, walked over and knocked on the old man's door.

"Oh my god, there is a kid hanging around that girl's neck." Fatty Wang trembled in fright.

I squinted my eyes and saw a cloud of black air around the neck of the young girl. The little ghost was too weak for me to see.

The old man opened the door quickly, and the young girl entered the room, and the door was closed again.

The clucking sound of the old hen came from the house, and the sound was a bit leaky. It was probably cut on the neck, and the sound stopped soon.

The room was quiet, and not long after, the young girl opened the door and came out with a ruddy complexion and the joy at the corners of her brows, which could not be concealed no matter what.

"The kid on that woman's neck seems to be stronger." Fatty Wang said in a hurry.

This time I saw that there was a pendant around the young girl's neck, and a gloomy little ghost was hidden in the pendant.

"Things are troublesome, that old man is actually a ghost raiser." I had a headache, those group of ghost raisers are not easy to deal with.

"No wonder every time I go to that old man's house, I feel very dark. It turns out that he is really a ghost." Fatty Wang looked scared.

"Let's go, let's go back first, I don't know how deep the old man is, I have to discuss it with my second uncle." I stood up and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Well, don't get me involved in this matter. Fatty Lu has already brought it. You can play with the old man for the rest." Fatty Wang was very unreliable. Back off.

"Look at what you can do. I really think you've become Master Wang? Without you, the fat man, the earth will continue to rotate." With a look of contempt on my face, I held out a little finger to the unyielding fat man.

(End of this chapter)