It was already afternoon when Fangzheng returned to Zhou City.
Fangzheng lifted the strap of the guitar backpack on his shoulder.
Today's ghost knife and knife box are even heavier.
As soon as Fangzheng arrived in the university town, he saw that the old magic stick had already opened. It just opened today, and the old magic stick already had business.
It was a male college student in his twenties.
"Master, I don't know why, I've always had bad luck recently, and my body always smells like seafood. Well, did I get entangled in something dirty?"
Fang Zheng, who happened to walk to the door at this time, immediately lifted his spirits.
There was a golden stream of light in Fangzheng's eyes, which disappeared in a flash.
That was when he quietly used his martial arts supernatural power, and then put it away in the next second.
As a result, the male college student showed no signs of blackening.
Even the color of forgiveness, which represents longevity, is normal for people of the same age.
Only the red qi, which represents qi and blood, and the health of the body, has some light...
Fangzheng was thinking.
It seems that this male college student's body is a little short of energy and blood. It should just be that a certain tissue of the body has a lesion and is a little weak.
The old magic stick also noticed Fangzheng's arrival at this time, he nodded towards Fangzheng as a greeting, and then looked at the male college student in front of him quite speechlessly: "You are a big man, where does the smell of seafood come from?"
The male college student said anxiously: "It really smells like seafood. If you don't believe me, you can smell it, Master!"
After the male college student finished speaking in a hurry, he moved his body closer to the old magic stick.
The old god stick seemed to really smell the seafood, frowned, and hid his body back, and then asked the other party to hold out his palm, so that he could look at his palm.
The college student obediently held out his palm.
As a result, after reading the palmistry, the old magic stick immediately turned dark.
"Young man, answer me honestly, how many times a day do you learn King Kong in the dormitory?"
"What?"
"Young people, remember to keep hygienic and wash your hands afterward. No wonder you said you smell of seafood. When you spread your palms, the trillions of life-killing karma on your hands almost killed me, a trillion tadpoles. Can corpses pile up and rot together without smelling bad?" The old man pinched his nose and waved his hands, saying that there is no major problem, after washing his hands and living abstinently, the seafood smell on his body will naturally be removed.
"But master, why do I often feel bad luck recently? Recently, I was arrested every day at the roll call. I couldn't even order my favorite Dongpo pork for several days in the cafeteria!" The college student was still a little undead. Heart.
The old god stick shook his head speechlessly and said: "The old Taoist asked you, do you always feel weak, sleepy, lack of energy during the day, can't get up, dizzy all day long, you have no energy all day, but you want to sleep Can't sleep again?"
The male college student was surprised: "Master, how do you know so clearly? I really can't fall asleep every day when I want to sleep, and taking sleeping pills doesn't help. I just sleep for two or three hours and wake up in a cold sweat immediately."
The old man's face was dark: "You are not temperate every day. Judging by the degree of yellowing of your palms, it must be at least six or seven times a day? You empty your body every day, can you have energy during the day? You can't get up early every day, you don't go to class, and you skip classes a lot. Now, the probability of being named and captured is naturally high."
"You don't wake up during the day. When you get up and go to the cafeteria to get vegetables, it's already past noon and you can still get Dongpo pork. That's a ghost."
Fang Zheng was listening with strange eyes.
If there is too much of that, the hands will turn yellow
There is such a strange saying
No wonder he used his martial arts supernatural powers to see that college student, he was depleted of energy and blood, and his body was weak... At least six or seven times a day, this buddy is probably in a desperate rhythm.
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After there was no more business in the store, Fangzheng talked to the old god stick about the purpose of the trip.
Without saying a word, the old magic stick immediately worked diligently and took out a lot of stock that he had prepared these days.
While waiting for the old god stick to get the stocks of fortune incense and disease incense, Fangzheng looked around the store and found that only one piece of wood carving handicrafts displayed in the store had been sold for so many days.
It took so long to sell one, but it didn't mean that the handicrafts were bad. After all, this is a fortune-telling shop, not a place that specializes in selling handicrafts.
And the location of the shop is not in a bustling area, but in a small road.
This is like a person who eats beef noodles in a Chinese restaurant will never order Western food.
At this time, the old god stick came back with the incense of luck and disease, and saw that Fang was looking at the unsalable woodcarving handicrafts on the shelf. There are people coming to buy it, and it will be sold out soon, but in the past month or so, only one piece has been sold, and it can’t be sold, and I don’t know what’s wrong, hey”
"The appearance of these woodcarvings can be compared with those on the market. That is, our store does not specialize in selling folk handicrafts. People passing by the store only know that we are a fortune-telling shop, but they don't know that we also sell folk handicrafts. of."
Recently, Fangzheng has been doing activities in the community and old streets every day.
Few come to the university town.
It wasn't until Mr. Fu and Butcher Zhang came back this time that Fang Zheng finally had time to come to the University City, so the wood carvings have been slow to sell, and Fang Zheng didn't know.
"The batch of woodcarvings brought by my little brother recently are still on the sidelines. There is no place to put them on the shelf or place them." The old magic stick pointed to a corner and said to Fangzheng.
Fangzheng looked over.
It was the batch of wood carvings that he and the old god stick investigated the serial suicides of high school students not long ago, and let the old god stick drive back to the shop by the way.
At this time, it was left intact in the corner to eat ashes.
"Well, I know about this, and I will think of a way."
Fangzheng frowned, he kept this in mind.
After the old magic stick packed the incense of good fortune and the incense of disease, Fangzheng picked up the second incense and left the university town.
Go straight to kill seventy-two ghost gates.
Regarding the location of the seventy-two gates of ghosts, Fang Zheng already knew about the King Lao incident.
…
The seventy-two gates of ghosts are not really ghost gates of hell, but a large river with fast-flowing water and complicated hydrology. Few people in the local area will call this river by its official name, but has its own name.
Seventy-two ghost gates!
The southern coastal provinces are surrounded by mountains. It is said that under the mountains that this tributary flows through, there are 72 complex waterways. The older generation said that the 72 waterways are actually 72 channels suppressed by the mountains and geomantic omens. gate of hell.
There are also people from the older generation who say that in the seventy-two gates of ghosts, there are actually very large ancient tombs buried, which have not been dug up until now.
Of the above rumors, I don't know which one is true and which one is exaggerated and bluffing.
But one thing is indeed true. So far, no one has been able to explore the waterways under the mountains. No matter how many people go in, they will either get lost or come out in a daze.
Some people say that it was captured by water monsters and water ghosts in the water channel and used as a scapegoat.
Sunset on the west hills.
The setting sun slanted on the surface of the river, sparkling, fiery red like a blood sun floating on the surface of the river.
One day, a villager who had lived by the river for generations and ran boats for a living was about to call it a day and go home when he saw a young man with a long cloth backpack on his back standing motionless by the river embankment. The villagers shouted: "Young man, it will be dark soon. Once it gets dark, the surface of the river will be pitch black, and you can't see anything. Let's go fishing by the river tomorrow in the daytime..."
"This river is not peaceful at night!"
The young man was mistaken for a fishing enthusiast.
(end of this chapter)