Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 212

On the second day, Ye Feng took the fat man to find Feng Qiangliang.

This pair of father and son concealed from themselves that Taiyin Youying took money from them, and when Ye Feng asked about this, they also confessed:
"That great god helped me... It's normal to ask for money, I thought Ye Tianshi could think of it..."

Ye Feng is also very hard, who would have thought that the current evil spirits are all modern crimes...

He asked Feng's father and son to ask for the account number Taiyin Youying used to collect the money, and it said that the payee was Deng Haochu.

Compared with the name of the account that sent money to Zhu Jian, it was indeed a person.

Ye Feng began to ask Lin Xiaoyu to investigate the name of Deng Haochu. At night, Lin Xiaoyu sent a message: "Deng Haochu, male, 30 years old, unmarried, runs a coffin shop in the south of the city."

People in the funeral industry!

There are many yin people who use the funeral industry to disguise their profession. Ye Feng called Hou Qirui and asked him if there was a person named Deng Haochu in the Taoist circle of Binhai City.

Hou Qirui asked him to wait a while to check the roster. During this time, Hou Anqi answered the phone and pulled Ye Feng to talk long and short.

This chick actually used ten years of her lifespan to help her, and her attitude towards her was much more genial, and she didn't hang up the phone.

"Uncle Ye, I found out that there is a person like Deng Haochu who is a soul caller."

Spiritualist?Ye Feng hummed, and asked if he was still in the coffin shop in the south of the city?

"I don't know, his yin profession is on the verge of decline, so I haven't invited him to many Dao circle gatherings." Hou Qirui replied a little embarrassed.

"Then I'll go take a look."

Ye Feng took the fat man and drove to the coffin shop in the south of the city. According to Hou Qirui, there was only one coffin shop nearby. Even so, it was still a bit difficult to find.

Because cremation is prevalent now, few people are willing to buy coffins anymore, and this kind of funeral industry is generally rare on the bright side.

Ye Feng finally found the coffin shop in the depths of a dilapidated alley. There were two white lanterns hanging at the door, with the word "coffin" written on them.

Inside, there was still a lot of gloom.

He walked in with the fat man and found that there were quite a lot of people inside, but they were all very old. Some were playing and singing with unknown musical instruments, some were sharpening a pair of scissors, and One is fixing pots.

The only young man who looked to be in his thirties was lying on a recliner and cutting his hair, and an eighties-something barber was helping him shave his head.

Just as the fat man wanted to say hello, he was stopped by Ye Feng, who carefully stared at the work in the hands of the barber.

Twisting the hair with a bamboo knife, washing the hair with acacia locusts, and using the soapy water as shaving water... Ye Feng recognized that this is the standard ancient hair-shaving technique:
Comb, scrape, pinch, pound, break, press, dig out, cut, and relax, all of which are included.

This ancient way of shaving your head is much more cumbersome than the modern hair salon shaving. Ye Feng kept staring at the work in the hands of the old man without saying a word. smiled:

"Waiting. Need something?"

Ye Feng waved his hand and pointed to the barber, "Can I shave my head?"

"Of course, five yuan a time." Deng Haochu smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Ye Feng nodded and lay on the reclining chair.

The old man in his eighties picked up a razor, and began to shave Ye Feng's head without shaking his hands, yelling in his hand: "Take it!"
Ye Feng knew that this was the "Call to Live" yelled by the barbers who walked around the streets in ancient times, telling people that the barber was coming.

The old man's skills are very good. Combing, scraping, pinching, pounding, breaking, pressing, digging, cutting, and relaxing are all done, which made Ye Feng's muscles and bones active, and he shouted happily.

"I don't know if the old man lost his job of washing eyes with blades?" Ye Feng asked while looking at the 80-year-old man.

The old man laughed loudly and said, Little Deng Zi, a knowledgeable guest finally came here today, and I will show this kid his unique skills this month!

"Of course." Deng Haochu nodded.

The old man took out an earthen knife as thin as a cicada's wing from the shaving box, unfolded it, and began to perform this unique skill: washing eyes with the blade.

Break off the upper and lower eyelids, and scrape back and forth on the eyeball with a blade.

This is the operation of dancing on the tip of the knife, and the hand must be very steady. The old man only moves the blade to scrape his eyes once a month.

After Ye Feng finished shaving, he only felt that his eyes were clearer, and he even looked a little brighter. He gave the old man a hand and said, "Your offer."

"Seven yuan, shaving the head and shaving the eyes with the blade." The old man said straightforwardly.

The fat man was stunned, "I'll go, this set is almost as good as a massage, and only seven yuan is charged? I found out that it starts at [-]!"

"I don't understand, this is the character of a veteran craftsman." Ye Feng patted the fat man's shoulder, and pointed to the surroundings: "These are basically veteran craftsmen, you have to take a good look at them once you see them less often."

In the end, Ye Feng's eyes fell on Deng Haochu, "You can be regarded as a veteran craftsman."

"Colleague in the yin industry? I have felt a strong soul force since you entered the door. You know, this is what I do." Deng Haochu shrugged, found a grand master chair and sat down.

And the fat man also paid five yuan, wanting to experience this traditional hair-shaving technique.

Ye Feng ignored him, and sat on the grand master's chair next to Deng Haochu, "Are these old craftsmen raised by you?"

"Let's take pity on each other, after all, my craft is about to decline in the Yin industry." Deng Haochu said, taking a sip of tea.

This is true, with the development of transportation, the craft of summoning souls has become less and less used.

"I admit that I helped an ancient evil spirit turn over a bit of money, did something for him, and got a reward of 10 yuan. That's why you came here." Deng Haochu said, taking out a bank card,

"All the money is in it. I want these old craftsmen to live a better life in their later years. If the money is really stained with blood, I will return it in full."

Ye Feng thought for a while, then pushed the card back, "It has nothing to do with you. But I need to ask you a question, how did it contact you?"

"I practice summoning souls every night, and I summon some lonely ghosts who have nowhere to live and put them in the coffin for burial. That day, I summoned it.

It knew that I did this kind of work purely out of sentimentality, and basically I was losing money, so it made such a request to me to help him transfer money, collect money, and get a commission of [-].

I agreed. "

Deng Haochu said lightly, without any discomfort on his face.

It doesn't seem like he's lying, and there is indeed a lot of Yin energy hidden in the coffin shop, as if left by the soul.

Ye Feng was silent, and when the fat man finished shaving his head and yelled that he was happy, Ye Feng cupped his hands to him: "Excuse me."

"If you want to shave your head again, you can come to me. Master, you will see him once less." He pointed to the eighty-year-old man who shaved his head.

Ye Feng nodded, and when he came out with Fatty, there were still voices behind him, "Sharpen scissors, cut a kitchen knife!"

"Madman, is there something wrong with this Deng Haochu?"

"I don't know." Ye Feng shook his head, looking at the two white lanterns swaying in the wind: "Maybe there is a problem, maybe, it's really just a person with feelings."

"Then what should I do, isn't Taiyin Youying's clue broken!" The fat man asked anxiously.

Ye Feng climbed over the wall, and then performed Maoshan God Walking to the roof of the coffin shop, put down a soul bell, and turned over again.

"Take precautions wherever Taiyin Youying appears, that's the only way to go."

The ghost hunting this time is very different from the previous ghost hunting. This Taiyin Youying has spiritual intelligence and hides in the city. She usually does not do evil. The only purpose is to give Ye Feng a fatal blow.

But the strange thing is that this kind of ancient evil hides his yin energy so well that Ye Feng can't even detect his position at all.

Even in the delivery room, it appeared suddenly and without warning.

It is like a ghost, lurking in the dark, once Ye Feng's flaws are exposed, it will pounce like a tiger.

Ye Feng always felt that there was something wrong with that coffin.

Yin qi flourishes, old people gather together, skills are dying, money transactions, the shadow of the sun, soul-callers...

"Fatty, turn around and go back to the coffin shop!" Ye Feng said anxiously, the fat man braked and drifted, turned around and rushed to the coffin shop.

When he came back here again, Deng Haochu was about to close the door, and the veteran craftsmen inside also left.

"Mr. Ye, who is this?" Deng Haochu asked curiously. He turned over to the room, but his soul bell was gone.

"I left something here for you."

"Is this?" Deng Haochu took out Ye Feng's soul bell without hesitation, "I practice summoning souls every night, and I was afraid of giving you a misjudgment, so I took it down first."

"Really? Then you don't have to worry about it." Ye Feng stopped his momentum of closing the door, "Can I go in and see this old skill of summoning souls?"

Deng Haochu hesitated for a while, and made a gesture of please.

Ye Feng and the fat man walked in, and he led Ye Feng and the fat man to the back, which was the coffin warehouse.

Ye Feng felt the yin energy blowing towards his face, and asked, "Are there any souls in these coffins?"

Deng Haochu nodded, "Some have three, four, or even four or five inside. There's no way. Now that the price of wood has risen, I can't make too many coffins. I can only put the ghosts I've recruited into one coffin. "Deng Haochu said with some sadness.

"Mind if I take a look?" Ye Feng asked while supporting a coffin.

"This... is just a lonely ghost, and they are all poor people. Your aura is too strong, so it's better not to scare them." Deng Haochu stopped.

"Okay." Ye Feng agreed, and sat down on a coffin casually. The fat man hesitated for a moment, but found a chair and sat down.

He is not as courageous as Ye Feng.

Deng Haochu looked at Ye Feng, "Can I start?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot one thing." Ye Feng shrugged, opened his backpack, took out 28 five emperor coins, placed them in the way of Xiaoqiguan, and drove them into the ground, forming a circle around Deng Haochu .

"What do you mean?" Deng Haochu looked a little displeased.

"Help me, this is our Maoshan Ghost Locking Formation, commonly known as Thunder Pond, which can confine evil spirits. Because there is no certainty in your practice of summoning souls, if the things that come here are too high-level, this formation can help you."

Ye Feng shrugged, "I think you don't mind."

Deng Haochu's eyes moved, and he smiled: "No."

(End of this chapter)