At about six in the morning, I was woken up by the prison guards to do morning exercises, which basically consisted of running, taking a walk, and then having breakfast. However, the dense crowds on the playground made me realize that it was not because there were few people in the prison that I slept in a single room, but because I was given special care.
I think it was related to my initiative to ask to see a doctor after being released from prison, which made the two policemen feel good about me and asked them to help me get a single room to sleep in. Otherwise, what is the old saying, that good people grow on their mouths, when we are away from home, it is always good to have a kind heart.
As the team entered the canteen, to be honest, the food was really not very good. I lined up to get a meal, a cornmeal cake, a bowl of porridge, an egg, and some pickles.
I put the egg in my pocket and ate quickly. I can move freely for ten minutes at this time, but I will be locked up after ten minutes. Our place is not as luxurious as the prison in American movies. You are not here to enjoy yourself in the detention center.
I finished eating in advance and went to the playground after reporting to the prison guard. Today's sunshine is very strong. More sun exposure in prison helps the recovery of Yang Qi. Especially when I close my eyes, I can clearly feel the gradually filling Haoran Qi in my body. He Shasha and I agreed to three days. She will come to pick me up tomorrow, so today I have to deal with my "Xianchi".
So I secretly peeled the egg, but it must be half, then bit my finger, and began to apply it to the egg, painting the egg white red. According to the approximate time and the direction of sunlight, find the center, take a small pinch of soil and rub the egg.
Searching in the north direction, I saw a hole in the sewer. Then I went close and peeled the egg white, took out only a fingernail of egg yolk, and stuffed the rest into the sewer to feed the maggots inside.
Eggs are a natural thing to drive away evil spirits and bad luck. When children at home are frightened, the elderly will cook a few eggs for them to eat, and when the face is swollen, they will also rub it with eggs. Egg white is closest to human protein. When it is smeared with blood, the bad luck has been injected into it. Then it is sealed with soil, and the egg yolk inside is the locked bad luck.
After digging out a piece with my fingernail, I first wandered around and found the mural of "Bi'an" on the building. I used my fingers to rub the egg yolk on Bi'an's mouth, which was to use it to block bad luck for me. The purpose of doing all this is to use the prison's Jedi to trap the Xianchi I committed.
I turned around and saw a prison guard staring at me. He said, "What are you doing there?"
I was startled and said, "Report to the government, I didn't do anything!"
The prison guard came over with a baton: "Stand at attention!"
In prison, prisoners must abide by the rules, otherwise they will really punish you.
The prison guard was not very old, and seemed to have just graduated. There was a big bump on his nose with black spots on it, which obviously meant that he was unlucky. He frowned and was probably not in a very good mood. His eyebrows were very messy, which meant that his emotional life was also very messy. From this, I concluded that he was upset and it should be related to the affairs of men and women.
The other party searched me first, then touched my pocket, pulled out the egg skin and said, "Why did you put eggs in your pocket!"
"Report to the government, I didn't eat it, so I put it in my pocket." I replied.
"What about the eggs?" He was a bit picky.
I said, "I was walking around and I got hungry again, so I ate."
But the other party suddenly kicked me, and I got a little angry immediately. I turned over and asked him, "Why did you kick me!"
"What's wrong with kicking you? You have a bad attitude. Don't think I didn't see you throwing eggs into the sewer. Doing so is a waste of food! Besides, isn't the food here delicious? You are so young and don't learn well. I kicked you to teach you!" He was still confident.
Damn it, it seems that he is helping me to vent my anger.
Looking around, the prison guards around didn't see it either. I knew that arguing with him here would not end well, but he kicked me a few more times.
"I want to complain about you." I said with gritted teeth.
The prison guard laughed instead of being angry. When he was about to continue to fight, another prison guard came over not far away and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you fighting again?"
"It's okay. He just scolded me." The prison guard who beat me said. The person who came later advised: "Don't do it, he will be out in two days, just do your job well."
But this prison guard was a bit relentless. Otherwise, how can emotions change a person? Many times, you suddenly feel that a person has become eccentric or particularly friendly, which means that he must have encountered something that changed his mentality today. But most of what this prison guard encountered was not a good thing.
"Okay, I listen to you." The prison guard pointed at me a few times and said, "Don't pretend. I dare to hit you, but I won't indulge you. If you don't accept it, you can come to stop me at any time after you are released from prison."
I didn't say much to him, but under the persuasion of another person, I followed the large group to attend political classes, most of which were some inspirational spiritual lectures and documentary educational films played in movies.
Except for the prison guard's trouble-making, I was quite smooth that day. The brainwashing work lasted a whole day. When I returned to my small single room, I was even more tired than a busy day. I have to say that there is no bed in the detention center, just a straw mat.
After a while, I squinted, and in a daze, I heard the door open with a "click". When I rubbed my eyes and got up, I sighed. This guy is still playing around. Does he really treat me as a soft persimmon?
As a result, the other party said sarcastically as soon as he opened his mouth: "I saw your information. You went to the small park to solicit prostitution. You are really good."
"Do you want to hit me?" I asked directly.
He closed the door and approached me with an electric baton. As he walked, he said: "You are a jerk who even goes to the small park to solicit prostitution. What can I do if I hit you?"
After that, he really ran towards me. This move undoubtedly angered me. Not only did he bring his emotions into work, but he also thought that he would never have fun? I thought of the news some time ago, a 19-year-old boy suffered from mental illness after being released from the detention center for 15 days. From this, I can imagine what he suffered.
So, I said to the hunched old man next to me: "Go and mess with him today, and come back at dawn."
"Got it, do you want to kill him?" The old man asked tentatively.
I knew he was bragging. It would be too difficult to kill a little ghost like this, so I just let him scare me.
"Who are you talking to?" The other party stopped and looked at me strangely.
"Talking to a ghost, do you believe it?" I smiled.
"Pretend..." Before he could curse, the old man responded to my words, floated over and covered the other party's eyes with his hands.
"Why is the light off?" The prison guard said.
This is the legendary ghost blindfolding. The ghost can use his hands to cover your five senses, causing you to be temporarily blind or hallucinate. Some night bus drivers encounter ghosts, and many of them are like this.
At this time, the ghost would make him feel cold, but the other party had the "food injury" in his fate that could overcome ghosts, and he was wearing a uniform, so the old man was not a fierce ghost, so at most he could only scare him.
Sure enough, the old man let go and the lights came on again. The prison guard's face turned pale, because the lights here were turned on and off outside, and it seemed that I had not moved at all.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" I looked at him with a smile.
When the old man blinded him again, he finally believed that he was possessed by evil spirits, and he was so scared that he rolled out of the cell. It was me who took the initiative to lock the door and threw the key outside.
The old man listened to me and tormented the prison guard. I was able to sleep peacefully this night as I wished.
I was bored, so I pushed myself again. Xiao Liuren had fallen into a lucky position, and the bad luck had been cleared. When I got out of prison and wore the Tianshi Order, everything would be fine.
A short prison life ended with He Shasha coming to pick me up the next day.
She came wearing long clothes and long pants. It's summer now. I wonder if she is hot.
"Let's go. I hired another master yesterday. You can get to know each other and exchange ideas later." He Shasha's tone was very commanding.
"Okay, that's fine. But the money can't be less." I said. She looked at me with a smile, and I felt that this person was a bit evil in her eyes. She suddenly said: "I have visited some masters. Those people are not like the masters in Southeast Asia who will do things for money. So I was surprised and happy to see that Chinese Taoist priests like money."
In fact, I understand what she means. The practice in Southeast Asia is Hinayana Buddhism, and even belongs to the evil teachers who use the slogan of Buddhism. Since Buddhism was introduced to China from the Han Dynasty, the monks at the beginning also practiced magic. For example, the monk Huanglong under the White Pagoda Temple was a monk in the Sui Dynasty. But after the Tang Dynasty, the compassionate thought of Mahayana Buddhism flowed into China, and directly abandoned magic, because the monks at that time believed that magic was a shackle on the road to becoming a Buddha.
But taking advantage of this situation, some Hinayana Buddhism in the southwest of China and the Tantric Buddhism of Tibetan Buddhism retained the more comprehensive secret methods of Hinayana Buddhism before the Tang Dynasty. Some even studied it, which evolved into the emergence of some evil methods.
Most of the people He Shasha had met were masters with great skills. Chinese people practice the law and pay attention to following the will of heaven. Generally, a woman with a killer star like her would not be a good thing, so it is normal to be rejected. But I am making money by following the will of heaven now, so as long as the problem is not big, I will still help her for money. You know, that 100 million is not a small amount. Three years is not long or short. At this moment, I can only do my best and leave it to fate. I can earn as much as I can.
"Just kidding, they are masters who seek the way, and I am just an ordinary person." I said modestly.
When I followed her out of the prison, there were six unbranded Mercedes-Benz cars parked at the door. The men standing outside were all fat and strong with fat faces. And I saw He Shasha next to me wearing sunglasses, which made her look particularly stylish.
My first impression was, am I in a den of thieves?
But before I got close to the convoy, an old man with a rat-like face and a height of only about 1.5 meters got out of the co-pilot seat of the first car. When he saw me, he excitedly shouted: "Daoist friend! I was told that my left eyelid has been twitching non-stop recently. I haven't seen it for a year and I miss it so much!"
I was also very surprised and said: "Master Shu! You can leave the Taoist temple now?"