Chapter 2: Catch a Gu (this chapter is free)

At the end of the corridor is a transparent double floor-to-ceiling glass door. Above the door hangs a long plaque with eight large gold-plated characters that read "Master Liu Feng Shui Studio".

Hu Dong, the book on the right reads: The extreme number is called accounting.

Looking in through the glass door, you can see that the studio of more than 300 square meters is divided into many small open studios, where people come and go in a hurry, and the phone calls come and go, just like a busy company. It is said that

In recent years, except for important clients such as high-ranking officials and dignitaries, Master Liu no longer takes care of matters personally. Instead, several Feng Shui experts he trained are responsible for daily business. Being able to treat the Feng Shui profession to this extent can be regarded as an achievement.

An unprecedented move.

Yong Bowen stood at the door and looked in for a few times. He didn't see the old man. Instead, he attracted the vigilant and warning eyes of the staff inside. He turned around and walked aside, leaning against the wall and waiting patiently.

According to his original idea, it would take at least half an hour for the old man to come out, but he didn't expect that it would only take more than ten minutes before the glass door opened and the two people walked out.

"Mr. Fei, just leave this matter to me. There will definitely be no problem. Don't worry."

The speaker was a fat-headed, big-eared, red-faced middle-aged man with a flattering smile on his face. He nodded and bowed when he spoke, giving him the image of a snob.

However, please don't judge a person by his appearance. This person's surname is Liu Mingyi. Although he looks more like a pig butcher, his true identity is Chuncheng's famous No. 1 Feng Shui master.

The old man who came out with Liu Yi was the old man who had just entered. When Liu Yi said this, he nodded slightly and said: "Then please pay more attention, master, and this matter..."

Liu Yi immediately answered: "Don't worry, I will keep this matter a secret for you and will never let outsiders know."

"That's good." The old man nodded with satisfaction, "Master, please come back." After saying that, he ignored Liu Yi and turned to leave.

"Okay, okay, go away, go away." Liu Yi waved to the old man's back repeatedly, but seeing that the old man never looked back to him, he put away his smile and returned to the studio.

Yong Bowen saw Liu Yi entering the door, and quickly caught up with the old man named Fei, calling from behind: "Old sir, please wait a moment."

When the old man surnamed Fei heard the sound, he stopped and turned around to see Yong Bowen. A strange look appeared on his face, obviously he was still deeply impressed by the scene he just saw.

Yong Bowen felt very embarrassed, but he couldn't turn back at this moment, so he had no choice but to walk up to him and said, "Old sir, can I tell you something?"

"Oh, sure." The old man surnamed Fei said with a slight smile, "Thank you for showing me the way just now."

"That's nothing, it's what you should do." Yong Bowen tried his best to control himself not to look at the breather on the old man's back, and asked according to the idea he just thought of, "I want to ask, have you often felt dizzy and short of breath recently?

Feeling weak and weak, and you always feel as if something is pressing on your chest when you sleep?"

As soon as Yong Bowen asked this question, the old man surnamed Fei had not yet answered, but the air-breathing ghost on his back suddenly raised its head and stared at him with its fiercely shining green eyes.

Yong Bowen's heart tightened, and he forced himself to calm down. He just looked at the old man named Fei, unable to swipe the air-breathing ghost, but the hand in his pocket tightly held the Bagua mirror.

"Are you a doctor?" The old man surnamed Fei looked at Yong Bowen with concern. Although he did not admit it, he did not deny it either.

"No, I'm not a doctor, my...sister is a doctor! Just now..." Yong Bowen couldn't help but blush when he said this, "The girl in my room, she saw this."

The body that had been propped up by the breath-getter slowly fell back, and his head was pressed against the cheek of the old man surnamed Fei again.

"So that's it." The old man surnamed Fei nodded suddenly, and suddenly asked narrowly, "Isn't she your sister?"

"Ah?" Yong Bowen didn't expect him to say such a sentence. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and said in a panic, "That's almost it."

The old man surnamed Fei smiled and shook his head, and did not continue to dwell on this topic. "I have indeed been feeling a little uncomfortable recently. I went to the hospital several times and found nothing wrong."

Yong Bowen said quickly: "Well, if you can trust us, old gentleman, how about asking my sister to show you?"

"That's it..." The old man surnamed Fei took a deep look at Yong Bowen, hesitated for a moment, probably considering whether this young man was a charlatan, and then nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Yong Bowen thought that he would have to waste some time, but he didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. He was so happy that he said, "Follow me," and immediately turned around to lead the way.

Turning the corner of the corridor, you could see Aliyun coming back from a distance. She was standing at the door looking uneasily towards this side. When she saw Yong Bowen bringing the old man back, she immediately seemed a little nervous.

When he got closer, Yong Bowen said: "Sister, I brought the old gentleman back. You can show him what's wrong with him."

This sentence was obviously quite abrupt for Aliyun, who had no idea what he had said to the old man. If another person heard it, they would be confused and might ask him what he meant.

But Ai Liyun and Yong Bowen have been playing together since childhood and have been getting along every day for more than 20 years. They have basically reached the point of understanding each other. When he heard what he said, he didn't even hesitate and said immediately: "

Okay, let’s talk after we go in, old sir, please come in.”

Yong Bowen let the old man named Fei in and introduced: "My sister is not only a master of medicine, but also comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Although she is young, her medical skills are not ambiguous. She is also quite famous in our Spring City. She is known as

Female Bian Que, the banners and signs of the clinic at home are hanging all over the wall..." On the one hand, he said this to make the old man seriously think that they were going to treat him, and on the other hand, he also told Aliyun from another angle.

She should do something. It's just that he is so self-proclaimed like Lao Wang selling melons, and he looks even more like a liar who sells powerful pills.

But when the old man surnamed Fei heard what he said, he glanced at Aliyun in surprise and said suddenly: "You are Aliyun, Miss Ai! I have long heard that your medical skills are magical, and I always thought that those patients were exaggerating.

I didn't expect that you could see my disease at just one glance. You are indeed worthy of your reputation. I admire you." He seemed quite polite when he spoke. "You are so polite." Everyone likes to hear compliments, although Aliyun did not see it.

What's wrong with the old man? He felt guilty for the compliment, but he still smiled happily and kept saying, "Please sit down, please sit down."

There was originally only one chair in the room, but Aliyun didn't know where he got another one and placed it in front of the table. The old man sat down on the chair, turned around and looked around, and saw that the walls of the small room were empty.

What was it used for? So he asked doubtfully: "Miss Ai, are you going to open a clinic here?"

"No, this is me..." Aliyun looked at Yong Bowen, paused, and then continued, "My brother rented it. He wants to get a studio."

"Oh..." The old man nodded in understanding and looked at the two of them with a smile, his eyes full of meaning, making both of them feel a little uncomfortable.

Ai Liyun quickly sat down behind the table and said to Yong Bowen in a thoughtful tone: "Xiao Wen, I brought the mirror. Just do whatever you need to do." Then she turned to the old man surnamed Fei and said, "Mr.

Please put your hand up."

The old man surnamed Fei nodded and put his right hand on the table. Aliyun took his finger to feel his pulse, thought carefully, and asked at the same time: "Mr., what's your surname?"

"Fei Mo."

"What is your age this year?"

"Fifty-nine."

"what do you do?"

"Do some small business..."

Taking advantage of this moment, Yong Bowen turned around and walked to the half-person tall mirror that Aliyun had borrowed. With his back to the two of them, he quietly took out a yellow paper charm from his pocket and clamped it on his left finger.

Suddenly, he held up his Taoist fingers with his right hand, chanted a few words silently in his mouth, pasted the paper talisman on the mirror, pointed with his right hand, and the paper talisman turned into fly ash with a "plop" sound, sticking to the entire mirror surface, and then

Little by little it seeps into the mirror and disappears without a trace.

The scene in the mirror changed accordingly. The images of Aliyun and Fei Mo slowly faded and disappeared, and the appearance of the air-breathing ghost appeared from nowhere, leaning over the chair in the air. It looked extremely strange.

A chilling chill suddenly rose in the room, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. Although the bright sunshine was still shining in through the window, it could not alleviate the coldness at all.

Aliyun and Fei Mo shuddered at the same time and shouted: "It's so cold!"

Almost at the same time, the breath-getter suddenly raised his head, glanced at the mirror, his green eyes flashed with a terrifying glare, opened his mouth full of sharp beast-like teeth, and let out a hissing roar.

"That's not right!" Yong Bowen couldn't help being shocked and murmured in his heart, "This reaction is different from what is written in the book? What went wrong? Could it be that the old charms from hundreds of years ago can't keep up with the situation? Could it be that all ghosts have evolved?

Already?"

Before he could figure it out, the breath-getting ghost had already jumped up from Zi Fei Mo's shoulders, hissing and howling, and rushed towards him.

Yong Bowen was horrified in his heart, but he was frightened and not confused. He stepped on the seven stars and dodged hastily, shouting: "Teach me how to kill ghosts and follow my divine side. Call the jade girl up to collect the omen. The divine master kills and does not avoid the powerful."

, Kill the evil ghosts first, and then kill the night light. Why can't gods subdue themselves, and how can ghosts dare to fight against them? Hurry like a law." He pinched his five thunder fingers, yelled "hit", stamped his right foot fiercely, and threw out a piece of paper with his left hand.

The paper talisman suddenly turned into a stream of light in the air and shot out as fast as lightning, hitting the lunging ghost in the middle.

There was a muffled bang, and fire burst out. Half of the body of the breath-getter was blown to pieces, and the flesh and blood viscera dripped down. Only half of the head was left, and the brain inside was as sticky as tofu mixed with flesh and blood.

They flowed out together, and couldn't help but howl miserably, turned upside down, fell back on Fei Mo's shoulders, hugged Fei Mo's neck tightly, put half of his head on his face, and the snake-like bright red tongue actually penetrated Fei Mo.

Mo's mouth.

Fei Mo struggled to stand up suddenly, clutching his throat with both hands, making a suffocating rattling sound in his throat. The color on his face quickly lost color, and the incomplete part of the breath-inspirator grew out.

Aliyun couldn't see the getter, but saw Yong Bowen suddenly throwing a paper talisman in the direction of Fei Mo. The paper talisman exploded in the air like a firecracker, and Fei Mo immediately turned into a severe asthmatic attack at any time.

Looking horribly like she might be dead, she asked in horror: "Xiaowen, what did you do?" When she opened her mouth, she found thick white gas coming out of her mouth. It turned out that the temperature in the room continued to drop, and it felt like a severe winter at this moment.

It was so cold that she shivered involuntarily.

Yong Bowen looked solemn, waved his hand slightly, took out the Bagua bronze mirror from his pocket and threw it to Aliyun. At the same time, he made a gesture to her. Aliyun caught the bronze mirror knowingly and rushed to the window in one stride.

The scorching flames fell on her body, but it could not relieve the coldness. It seemed that the chill was rising from the bottom of her heart, and the external sunlight could not drive it away. Yong Bowen then bit his fingertips, drew a few words on his left palm, and then dodged and came to

Fei Mo stood in front of him and pushed hard with his right hand, pressing him firmly against the wall. The getter on his back was immediately squeezed flat until it was firmly sandwiched in the middle like a photo.

The sniffer's eyes had completely turned blood red, and he stared at Yong Bowen fiercely. His claws were still tightly clasped around Fei Mo's throat, sinking deeply into his flesh, and his tongue was swaying wildly in his mouth.

"Broken!" Yong Bowen shouted deeply, raised his left palm and slapped the getter on the forehead. He heard a crisp sound, and the getter's head was smashed to pieces like a ripe watermelon, red and white.

It shot out like a fountain and landed on the two people on the wall and ground, but turned into a green sticky object, emitting a strong fishy smell.

The headless Breathing Ghost jumped up from the gap between the human walls, its flat body expanded back to its original shape in the air, and fled toward the door in panic.

Yong Bowen jumped to the door like lightning, and saw the coming of the breath-taking ghost. With a flick of his hands, there was a paper talisman between his fingers. He threw it forward, and the breath-taking ghost was immediately hit as if it hit the wall.

It bounced back into the room. When it passed the scope of the mirror, Yong Bowen shouted: "Xiaoyun!"

Aliyun, who had been ready for a long time, raised the Bagua Mirror in response and reflected the outdoor sunlight into the large mirror.

There was a soft buzzing sound, and a dazzling golden light emitted from the big mirror. A Bagua-like light and shadow suddenly shot out from the mirror, covering the air-inhaling ghost. The air-inhaling ghost turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared with a squeaking sound.

Without a trace.

The golden Bagua brilliance quickly retracted into the mirror, and the mirror shook with ripples as if a stone had been thrown into the water, and then condensed into a Bagua diagram on the mirror surface that looked like it was made of gold.
To be continued...