I looked the old man up and down. Although his clothes were not very eye-catching, he gave people a kind of immortal temperament, which made people instinctively trust him. I looked at Lao Du: "Who is he?"
Lao Du said, "This is an old swindler I borrowed from prison. He was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for fraud. I only dared to borrow him now because his sentence is almost up. Otherwise, it would be hard to get him out."
"A liar? How capable is he?" I don't look down on liars, but there are different levels of liars. Some can only deceive old men and women, while others can fool high-ranking officials.
Lao Du was a little anxious: "Xiao Wu, don't underestimate him. At the beginning, he cheated a boss out of millions of cash with an empty box. If his men were not incompetent, we might not have been able to catch him."
Lao Du misunderstood what I meant, but this is also human nature. After all, capable people look down on liars.
The old man smiled faintly when he looked at me, raised his ring finger and pointed it into the air. My pupils couldn't help but shrink suddenly: "Someone from Rumor Sect?"
"I guess so!" The old man said noncommittally, "My master is the authentic descendant of the Yao Sect. I have only inherited a little bit of the tradition and have not walked in the art of magic, so I cannot be considered a person of the art of magic."
Many people think that the Yao Sect is just a low-class group of people who make a living by cheating and pretending to be gods, but my grandfather told me that we should never underestimate the Yao Sect. The Yao Sect has been able to continue as a part of the art of Taoism for thousands of years, relying not only on deceiving people, but also on deceiving ghosts and gods.
Thousands of years ago, when the disciples of Yao Sect were proficient in magic, countless demons and monsters died at their hands. There were even several major disasters, and it was the disciples of Yao Sect who turned the tide.
Disciples of Yaomen are unwilling to show their true faces to others, and are even less willing to stand in front of the stage, so the gestures representing Yaomen all use the ring finger, which means: hiding one's identity and name.
But nowadays, true disciples of the Yao Sect are even rarer than authentic masters of the art of magic. I didn't expect that I would meet one under such circumstances.
The old man looked at me with a half-smile and said, "I wonder if you have made a decision, little brother?"
I nodded and said, "Since he is the heir of Rumor Sect, why should I worry? Then I'll trouble my friend to help. I don't know, what should I call my friend?"
"My name is Gu Yan. You can just call me Gu Lao Tou."
Gu Yan is definitely not his real name. Yao Sect disciples never reveal their real names to others, even to their wives and children. I don't know why Yao Sect set such a rule.
"How much do you know about Feng Shui?" I saw the old man shook his head before I said, "Well, find a way to get into Wenxin's villa tomorrow, and then follow my arrangements."
"That's easy!" The old man agreed immediately. The next morning, he put on an old-style Zhongshan suit, and held a white cloth banner commonly used by fortune tellers in his hand, and walked to the door of the Wen family villa as if he was strolling in the garden.
Lao Du kept saying, "Is this outfit okay for him?"
I shook my head and said, "This is the authentic look."
Fortune tellers have never had an authentic appearance since ancient times. If you trace back to the origins, most of the sorcerers in the world come from the three religions of Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism. However, the three religions have never officially recognized the identity of sorcerers. In their view, sorcery is a small path, Taoism is the main path, and the sorcerers' practices are completely putting the cart before the horse, and even unorthodox, so sorcerers are not recognized by the three religions.
At the same time, the great powers of Buddhism and Taoism will not easily predict the past and future or show their supernatural powers to others.
Therefore, fortune tellers are usually dressed like ordinary people, and the only thing that marks their identity is the white cloth banner in their hands. Even if those fortune tellers are not swindling, they are mostly unscrupulous, and only some powerful people who play with the world will appear in Taoist robes.
The old man was not walking fast, but he happened to meet Wen Xin who was walking out of the villa. What I didn't expect was that the old man didn't come forward to talk to him, but walked straight past him.
When Wen Xin looked at the old man's back, he suddenly paused: "Sir, wait a moment."
The old man turned around slowly and asked, "What's the matter?"
Wen Xin's voice soon came through the eavesdropping device we hid in the banner: "I've been hesitant about something recently, and I want you to help me calculate it."
Xiao Li, who was in charge of surveillance, couldn't help but ask, "You've taken the bait?"
"Listen to what he says." I waved my hand to stop Xiao Li.
Lao Du and the others could not see the mystery, but I understood why Wen Xin called Gu Lao Tou. He called Gu Lao Tou because of the banner in Gu Lao Tou's hand.
Fortune tellers are not necessarily people who are skilled in the art of magic. This is just like in ancient times, not all people in the martial arts world were from the martial arts world, but all people from the martial arts world were from the martial arts world.
Not every fortune teller can get in touch with the art of magic, but everyone who is in the art of magic knows some fortune-telling skills, because fortune-telling is a compulsory course for magicians.
There are usually signs to show whether a person is an authentic sorcerer.
Ordinary fortune tellers use hemp rope to tie the banner, which means that they come from the grassroots; but the sorcerer uses hardware to fix the white banner on the bamboo pole, which means that he is the real gold in the world, it just depends on whether you know its value. At the same time, he is also revealing his identity to the real fellows nearby.
The fact that Wen Xin knows the secret here shows that he has some knowledge in this area.
At this time, the old man looked at Wen Xin and said, "You and I are not destined to be together. Besides, I don't want to cause trouble. You should find someone else!"
Wen Xin suddenly became anxious: "Old sir, don't refuse yet. There is a saying in the industry, meeting is fate! Old sir, you passed by my door, which means we are destined to meet. Old sir, you must come to my house and sit down."
The old man hesitated for a moment: "Well, who made me come here? But let me make it clear first, there are some things I don't want to do, and you don't have to say anything more."
"I will definitely not put the old gentleman in an awkward position." Wen Xin was overjoyed.
Xiao Li couldn't help himself and said, "You're going in now? You're playing hard to get. Isn't that the right time?"
"Don't talk!" When Lao Du whispered to Xiao Li, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "As expected of a member of the Yao Sect, you have grasped the timing just right."
The biggest difference between fortune tellers and astrologers is the importance of fate. Just like what Wenxin and Gu Laotou said, Gu Laotou passed by his house and was stopped by Wenxin. That was fate, and Gu Laotou had to give some face even though he knew there was something fishy going on.
Not long after the old man entered the villa, he stood directly on the stone table that Wen Xin had placed in the yard and said, "Don't come over yet. Let me take a look."
I knew he was creating an opportunity for me, so I immediately whispered into the intercom, "His Feng Shui formation has been broken. The problem is under the tree about ten steps to your left. You can find it by digging about three feet down along the roots of the tree."
"You've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble!" The old man walked to the tree with his hands behind his back, "Dig three feet down from here."
"This..." Wen Xin couldn't help but hesitate.
The old man snorted coldly, without even looking at Wen Xin, and walked out.
Wen Xin panicked: "Old sir, please stay, old sir, please stay... I just want the workers to come over!"
The old man looked up at the sky and said, "If you want to dig, do it yourself, or you will think that I colluded with the workers to do something wrong for you."
"No, no..." Wen Xin laughed awkwardly, and took a shovel, digging more than two feet deep next to the tree. Soon, he dug out a long triangular-shaped nail from the pit. Wen Xin's face turned pale: "Old man, what is this?"
The old man sneered, "What a cruel trick! That's the soul-suppressing nail that has killed people. Your house is set up with a dark golden toad layout, and someone nailed this nail through the golden toad's head, nailing the golden toad to death, which naturally broke your feng shui layout."
"The Golden Toad Bureau not only cannot absorb good fortune for you, but it also releases death energy. If you didn't have some luck, you would have died by now."
I was the one who informed the old man about the Feng Shui Bureau, but he made up the rest of the story himself.
However, I myself did not expect to dig out a soul-soothing nail from Wenxin's house. Yesterday, I asked Xiao Li to send someone to nail an iron stick to the back door of Wenxin's house, just to use the conventional Feng Shui technique to drain the luck of the Wen family.
Ever since I saw that the Wen family had a Feng Shui conspiracy, I knew that my trick was useless. A small path against a big path, that iron stick won't do the slightest bit of good. But, as the old man said, what can really kill Wen Xin is the soul-suppressing nail. This nail destined Wen Xin to not get rich, and even if he got rich, he couldn't keep it. So, he would definitely keep asking for help from ghosts and gods.
But I don’t think the Soul-Suppressing Nail was made by ghosts or gods.
While my mind was racing, Wen Xin was already panicking: "Who wants to harm me? Who wants to harm me?"
The old man said in a cold voice: "You are the one who caused all the trouble. Don't you know where the hatred comes from? However, I think your greatest danger is not with living people."
After hearing this, Wen Xin knelt down with a plop: "Old man, save me! I am willing to give away all my wealth..."
“Difficult, difficult, difficult…” The old man said the word “difficult” three times before changing his tone and saying, “I see that you have an external force protecting you. You should go find that person instead of me. Stealing someone’s job is a taboo in the art of magic. I won’t do such a thing.”
"No, no, no..." Wen Xin quickly grabbed Gu Laotou, "Old man, listen to me, the reason why I am fine is not because of the help of a master, but because I got a magic weapon in the past."
"Really?" The old man said two words lightly, but there was obvious disbelief in his tone.
"I'll show you right away!" Wen Xin grabbed Gu Laotou with one hand and dragged him into the villa. Although I couldn't see their movements in the hall, I could hear their conversation. (To be continued)