Otherworldly Merchant

“Ring the bell and ring the bell! First we need to figure out who the devil is in the pot. What resentment do you have? ”

“If you can untie its heart, the pot is likely to return to the pot, and your catastrophe is likely to be eliminated, and you will be rich forever.” I said.

“Master Zhang, tell me how to crack it.” Zhao Fatty hurried.

I circled around the copper pot a few times and didn't find any writing on it. I had no idea who its original owner was.

“Yes!” I walked around the copper pot for a few more laps and suddenly came up with a solution.

Fatty Zhao was frightened and immediately rejoiced: “Has Master Zhang come up with any ideas? ”

And I didn't have time to explain it to him, and I said, “I'm going to make a list, and you're going to buy it all right away. ”

I asked him to find a pen and paper, full of dozens of items.

Fatty Zhao looked very confused: “Master Zhang, why are they all silk brocade or something? Isn't it common to get rid of evil by preparing black dog blood, peach twigs, etc.? ”

“Who says I'm going to wipe out evil with these things?” I asked back.

“Is that it?” Chubby Zhao became more confused.

“I am just a shady businessman, not a Taoist. The shady businessman wants to degenerate the shady spirits and get the shady ones so that both sides can rejoice! Unless you encounter a stubborn pussy, you will not use hard means. You do not want to be retaliated against by the pussy later, do you?” I explained.

“That's, that's.” Zhao Fatty said in unison, with some doubts: “Master Zhang, can you really be safe in the future? ”

“Although all these spirits have been exceeded, they are still gathered in the sun. There must be a wish that has not been fulfilled. If we help them, they will certainly not bother you again. Anyway, it's better than killing to leave the roots behind. I am temporarily unable to know the origins of the Yin spirits in the pot and what resentment has accumulated so that you can prepare these things only to test their lifetime identity. ”

“With all this stuff? Master Zhang, I still don't understand.” Zhao Fatty's face was full of confusion.

I reached for the lobby and pointed, “Did you see those ghosts? Who do you think they were before they were born? ”

“Rich man.” Zhao Fatty responded.

“Yes, ancient rich men and slave maids.” I nodded: “From their clothes, it should be the Chinese costume of the early years of the Ming dynasty, but the Po Pong is obviously from the Qin Han period. Even in the early days of tomorrow, it will never be something that ordinary people can possess, so its owner must be a wealthy man for a while. ”

“I picked these things, you burn them when you've bought them, see how they work? We can figure out where they are, narrow them down, and figure out who the spirits are in the pot. ”

“Master Zhang is really good at calculating!” Zhao Fatty's full face compliments.

“I'm just saving lives. I don't know what to do.” I leaned at him and said coldly.

Although I don't want to watch Zhao Fatty die, he does hate it and can think of the word 'calculation’.

I wouldn't have wanted to save him if I hadn't broken the rules of the shady trader.

Then I gave him another word and turned around and left.

Fatty Zhao stunned and immediately followed up - he had already seen the ghosts in the house and naturally dared not live here anymore.

Three days later, Zhao Fatty, following the method I taught him, burned all the sacrifices to the past, and then invited me to the past with sincerity and fear.

But this time, he refused to go back into the villa: “Master Zhang, I remember living with these ghosts for more than three years, my scalp was numb and my feet were soft. Anyway, there's nothing I can do to get in there, so thank you. ”

He's also right, anyway, he can't do much to follow me in, it could be a burden, and I didn't ask for it, I walked in alone.

There are almost twenty rooms inside the villa, each filled with ghosts.

I opened my eyes and circled around the villa.

These ghosts divide the room into several levels, depending on the master servant, the man and woman, and their status.

The most spacious master bedroom houses the wrinkled old lady, two sunny side bedrooms housed the two young ladies, one housekeeper-like old man lived in the backlit little bedroom, and the other servants were all in one room for several people, well distributed.

Only the study and the Buddhist hall on the top floor are empty.

I walked through every room and watched carefully.

Those burnt sacrifices were received, as I had expected, and were stored in various premises, depending on the value of the items.

After I turned around, I had an idea!

This ghost must have been extremely wealthy in his life, because he gave all the silk brocade to the next man, and none of the three masters had left it behind. The other pieces I chose specially should have been extremely noble during the Ming Dynasty, and none of the masters stayed. Only the old housekeeper picked a slightly better one and put it aside.

What the hell is going on?

Is it true that this ghost was a rich and hostile country, and that the owner of something like this could not see it?

In the meantime, I suddenly saw the old lady holding onto something, looking at it and ignoring even the very cute Persian cat beside her.

I approached her and saw her holding a fist-sized stone tightly in her hand.

What little rock did I leave on the list? What the hell is this?

I was two more steps closer, which made it clear that it was a burnt poster, and the roll shrunk into a bunch. At first glance, there is no difference from a small stone, which may have accidentally fallen into the sacrifice during the burning.

But why does the old lady have such a thing? Did she mistakenly treat this thing like rain stone?

Rainflower stone is a specialty of Nanjing, the land of Ming Chu Lidu, rich people like them moved to Nanjing, also said the past.

But the Ming dynasty survived for more than 300 years. Nanjing has always been rich. I don't know how many rich people, Kung Sen Hsien, where should I start?