I listened in a daze that my master asked me to kowtow, so I couldn't stop. I listened to him and kowtowed desperately. I didn't know how many times I kowtowed, and I lay on the ground and didn't know the situation.

When I woke up, my grandfather told me that no matter who drinks the entry-level wine, he will be dizzy. After lighting the seven lamps, kowtow is asking the will of heaven. There are seven quatrains in the Weizhanmen, and you can learn a few things if you kowtow a few times. If you fall asleep before you finish lighting the lamp, it means that the ancestor will not accept me. Don’t consider the entry-level things, but I actually kowtowed nine times. He has never heard of it.

My master is in trouble. Not to mention the seven quatrains after the Wei Dao Sect, even if he himself hasn't learned all the seven quatrains, he still has to read some things to teach me. But the rules are rules, and he can only follow the rules. No matter how much I can learn, he has to teach me all the seven quatrains, and then give me the opportunity to learn two more.

My grandfather and I studied art for eight years, but we didn't get very serious. In the 20th year, my grandfather saw that it was not so much that I was wandering around at home, so he sent me to be a soldier.

After I was discharged from the army, my grandfather wanted me to continue to be a shaking drum business. But I couldn't take off my face and went to collect rags all over the streets. But I couldn't twist my grandfather, so I simply rented a storefront on Wenwan Street and started a business of collecting old goods.

My store is called Baidengha. There is a white lantern hanging at the door of the store. As long as there are people in the store, the lights will not go out.

The white lantern was called a dead lamp in the northeast. As soon as my lamp was hung out, several colleagues around me stopped working. They blocked my door and asked me to take off the lamp. I was not used to their problems. Each one had a big ear, and all of them were shaved.

For this matter, my grandfather criticized me a lot: I am shameless and desperate. If you have a nest, you can't run away if you encounter anything. He also said: I'm too domineering in doing things, which ruins the relationship between neighbors, so I asked me to apologize to others.

But I don't think so.

First, my great-grandson and others are shaking the drum just to collect something? I can also collect things when I open a thrift store. What era is this? Age of making money by relying on my circle of friends. Who can shake a big rattle and shout on the streets without any trouble? Find more people to forward the Moments, it is no faster than you shout.

Second, I do my business, I hang my lanterns, what's wrong with others? I have a good discussion with them. They think I'm young and show it to me. I don't want it, so I slap you in the face.

My grandfather was so full of words that I said, pointing at my nose and saying: If you kid are so stupid, don’t ask me to help you. Then he left in anger.

I only realized why my great-grandson and others could spend a few small money to collect the things in other people's hands.

According to my master, the older the objects, the more spiritual they are. Especially for the three unknown old objects.

These three things are: I don’t know who the original owner was? I don’t know what someone has done with him? I don’t know where this thing comes from?

Three don’t know that there is nothing to hear, but everything can kill you.

People who often play with old objects know that those things are popular. The better the things, the more they like to hold them in their hands. After playing for a long time, they will naturally bring their popularity. When they are passed to the next person, they will bring the popularity over. People who play with old objects pay attention to cleaning before buying, which means to clean up the popularity above.

But some things are not only popular. It is not uncommon for good things to get evil with blood. Some things are even more terrifying than evil. They are not something that can be explained in just a few words, and most people cannot eliminate the evil on it.

Most people don’t know these things, and only when something happens at home one after another will they think about it. Back then, my great-grandson and the others were able to get rid of the old objects because they could see the evil spirit on those things, and they could point out the origin of the things in just a few words. They took other people’s things at a low price, and they had to be grateful.

When I first started this industry, I collected an inkstone. Although the inkstone is the best, there was blood in the inkstone. I don’t know what its owner had written in human blood, which made the thing so weird.

Later, the inkstone was taken into his hand by a playful collection, and he was practicing calligraphy. As a result, three people died in his family, all of them died next to the inkstone, and all the blood flowed out of their mouths went into the inkstone.

At this point, the owner of the inkstone was holding the things and suspected that I wanted to lie to him. I pointed at the nose and scolded him: There are still fewer deaths in your family. When you die one day, you come to me again, and I will not serve you!

The people who introduced me in the past were persuaded, and this was the first time I opened it, so I left him a white lantern. Tell him: light the lantern and sit under the lanterns in the house for a night. Tomorrow morning, if you are not afraid of death, you will smash my sign; if you are afraid of death, you will kneel down and beg me.

The next morning, the man knelt on the ground before entering the door, crying and shouting to help me. Half of the street came out to watch the fun. I threw the inkstone at the door in front of the whole street: I did business, different from everyone. It’s not a fatal thing, I won’t accept it. If anyone can accept this inkstone, I will never say anything.

At that time, there were a few people who knew the goods and wanted to ask for an inkstone, but they were all afraid that I would beat someone up, so no one dared to come out to reach out.

Finally, a boss named Wang Lean came out. The guy had worked in Wenwan Street for more than ten years, and his friends from all walks of life had it. He didn't take me seriously. He walked out and took the inkstone and looked at it: I want this thing, I pay three times the price.

The owner looked at me and didn't dare to say anything. I told him: As long as you can take off the inkstone, you will definitely not come back to find you. But I dare not make a promise if I look for anyone else.

When the owner heard this, he quickly ran away with the money. Wang Le's inkstone was quite happy. He specially set up a table of wine in the store and drank it with his friends until midnight. He also poured the white wine into the inkstone, saying that he was respecting God. He sent the inkstone away and it would be fine.

As a result, something happened to his family that night. The friend who was drinking with him died directly in his shop. The next day, when he found out, the person was already hard. The dead man seemed to be holding a plate, pinching the inkstone with both hands, and the blood dripping from his mouth dripped a full of inkstone.

The police said it was internal bleeding, but no one present believed it. If you are alone and have practiced martial arts, how could you suddenly have internal bleeding?

Besides, what happened when he pinched the inkstone? The man's fingers of pinching the inkstone were already stiff. He didn't break his fingers, so he didn't think about taking them off. What's going on is that he can pinch the inkstone with such great force.

Seeing that Wang Lean couldn't take down the inkstone, he said: I want to leave a whole body for my brother, but I don't want the inkstone. In fact, everyone knows that Wang Lean was afraid and wanted to burn the inkstone with the dead.

Wang Lean didn't want the inkstone, but he didn't plan to spare Wang Lean. He came back the next day, and was sent back by the police. The police said that the man gave up his hand when he arrived at the funeral home. They thought the inkstone was quite expensive and returned to the original owner.

Wang Lean's hands were trembling when he held the inkstone.

If you want to say, Wang Lean was still a little brave, and he was not scared to death. He took the inkstone out to find someone to help him overnight. No one knew who he had found, but he hadn't shown up for two or three days. When he came back, he seemed to have been aged several decades, half white, and unshaven with an old man walking into my shop.

When I arrived at the door of the store, I knelt on the ground: Brother Chen Ye, I don’t know Mount Tai. Don’t be as knowledgeable as me. Please save my life because I have old age and young age.

Just as I was about to speak, the old man also knelt down: Little brother, my son is following me, he has done too many business, I have knelt down for you with a little thought

When I saw that the old man was about the same age as my master, I asked him to kneel down and beg me, but I couldn't bear it in my heart: Wang Lean, you have a good father, otherwise, I would watch you die, get up, and take the inkstone into the house.

That time I picked out a Gu insect from the inkstone, saving Wang Lean's life, and became famous in Wenwan Street, making a sign with a white light. Now, the inkstone is placed on my counter.

I was quite happy about this, but my grandfather came to scold me and said, "I'm arrogant and don't know how to restrain myself." If you continue like this, you will sooner or later show off something wrong."

I smiled and told my grandfather: I'm not like this, who knows what I do? Who can deliver the things to my store? No one comes here, I'll collect a hammer?

My grandfather made me choke for a long time and finally scolded me and got up and left. Since then, he has never come to my shop again.

My store has been open for two or three years, but it’s true that the saying goes, if it doesn’t open for three years, I will eat for three years. Usually, when I don’t have a business, I like to post on my Moments.

That day, I just wrote a circle of friends with a white light, but before I could send it out, Wang Lean came: Boss Chen, I will bring you a big deal.

I followed Wang Lean's back and saw a pretty girl following him. The other party was not old, but she had an extremely capable temperament. Behind him, two people dressed in a bodyguard.

Wang Lean asked the girl to sit down: Miss Shen, this is Boss Chen, no, as per line, he should be called Manager Chen. His ability is the number one in Wenwan Street.

Chen Ye, this Miss Shen

Before Wang Lean finished speaking, he was forced to interrupt by the Miss Shen: If there is no business dealings between us, there is no need to know each other. Mr. Chen, can you prove your personal abilities?

My face suddenly sank: I don’t need to prove myself to anyone, you can stay if you can trust me. If you can’t believe me, please go out, I still have to do business.
Chapter completed!