I didn't expect that I would be away from home for many years this time. Before leaving, I will briefly explain the matter of Teacher Cong. After I left that day, Teacher Cong had 12 little ghosts to assist him. Feng Shui Yin Bureau can borrow the power of ghosts and gods, and the effect is very domineering, but the mind of ghosts is unpredictable. If those little ghosts were not afraid of me and did not dare to absorb the blood of Teacher Cong, I am afraid he would never live for a week.
After being blessed by the power of ghosts and gods, Teacher Cong became the focus of the school. No matter how naughty the children were, as long as they entered his classroom, they immediately became obedient and good students. Even if they did not study, they would listen carefully.
That is because once Teacher Cong entered the class, the room would become a Yin land, and he would be the master of the Yin land. Everyone sitting here must follow Teacher Cong's opinions.
However, things in this world are impermanent. Teacher Cong was supposed to live for half a year, but because of excitement and overwork, he died at work in less than half a month. When Xiaogui told me about this, he said that Teacher Cong died with a smile. Perhaps for him, the class was a battlefield, and he was a general commanding the war with a teaching stick in his hand. Perhaps dying on the "battlefield" of his own life was a good destination.
Let's not talk about the heavy mood, let's talk about the moment I stepped on the train with excitement. Just like the saying goes, the person who loves you is on the way no matter how far away, and has time no matter how busy. Now I have such a mood.
Lying on the upper bunk of the train, I first called Li Jian. He said he was also looking for a friend in the Public Security Bureau to help me check, and he would notify me immediately if there was any news. Otherwise, how can we say that technology is advancing? In the past, you had to ask the gods to tell fortunes and determine the location to find someone. Now, with just one phone call, someone in the Public Security Bureau can retrieve the identity information, and you can catch you anywhere.
During the break, I took out the 'evil coffin' and looked at it in my hand. It was a pair, one on the left and one on the right. I would put the 'suppression' spell on it every once in a while. If it was delayed for too long, the talisman paper would be wet with blood. I sighed and didn't know how long I could suppress this damn evil coffin.
I slept on the train. The next morning, I got up to go to the toilet. When I went to the bathroom to 'go to the toilet', I heard someone quarreling on the train.
"Fuck, I'm going to shit, why are you stopping me." The man's voice was very rough.
"This is the sleeper car, if you want to shit, go there." The conductor said.
The man was not happy: "Why? I'm close to this side, so I have to shit here. Damn it, open the door for me quickly. If you don't open it, I'll beat you up!"
"Why are you so unreasonable? I won't talk to you. I'll find the police." The conductor said angrily. But not long after, I heard the conductor shouting in a very frustrated manner: "What are you doing! Why are you unbuckling your belt? Are you sick? Why are you taking off your pants here!"
"I tell you, I can't hold it anymore today. If you don't let me pass, I will poop here! And I tell you, even if the police come, what can they do? Can they control my pooping and farting? Open the door as soon as possible, don't force me!"
The two quarreled for a few words, and finally, amidst laughter, the conductor should have surrendered. At this time, I was done, so I got up to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, wow! I was shocked. This man's half head exceeded the toilet door. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, and his burly figure blocked the front tightly, especially his arms, which were almost as thick as the calves of ordinary people.
"Make way." I said.
"What a waste of time, it takes so long to poop. If I didn't know, I would have thought you were eating shit, oh!" the man said. This is a bit too much. We just met by chance. Even if we are dissatisfied, we can't curse like this. What's more, we are in a society ruled by law now. Hit me? Then I will definitely call the police, so I'm not afraid of anything.
I pushed him hard: "You have been holding your shit for a long time this morning, and you vomited it in your mouth. What's wrong? You speak so stinky."
"What's wrong with you?" The other party lowered his head and tried to pull me. At the same time, we were both stunned.
"Bold!"
"Dabao!"
"Wait for me for a while, I can't hold it anymore!" Zhao Dadan hurried into the toilet. The people around who wanted to watch the fun were whispering, as if we didn't do it, which made them particularly regretful.
When he came out of the toilet, he immediately gave me a hug and laughed: "I haven't seen you for almost a year since you went to North Korea. I miss you so much!"
I hit his chest with my fist: "I was wondering who has such a bad mouth so early in the morning, it turns out to be you!"
Dadante said helplessly that he was used to it. He couldn't speak without cursing. He had to start his speech with the word "fuck" and end it with "Ni Ma x". If he didn't speak like this, he said he seemed to be unable to speak.
This situation is very helpless. If he didn't have a monster body, I guess he would have been beaten to death on the road. One of the four great joys in life is meeting an old friend in a foreign land. You can imagine how happy we were.
I said: "Let's go to the dining car. I'll treat you to a meal."
"Fuck, I have to eat. I'm starving. Ni Ma." Zhao Dadante said naturally.
I slapped my forehead and said, "Fuck you, dealing with you is exhausting."
But this sentence doesn't matter. He actually pestered me and asked me what "fuck you" means. But I really can't explain it. I heard this sentence when I was in the countryside and saw a group of southerners working. They couldn't distinguish the "b" and "j" of the last word.
That was the first time I heard a curse word, and it became an extremely angry colloquialism.
After we got to the dining car and asked for something to eat, Zhao Dadan said that he was of Shandong and Mongolian descent. When friends met, they would drink. He ordered two bottles of white wine this morning.
I was also willing to sacrifice my life to accompany a gentleman. After three glasses of wine, we chatted enthusiastically. It was a great fate to meet on a train in the vast sea of people. When I asked him what he was doing here,
Zhao Dadan actually sighed and said, "I scolded the neighbor next door. There is nothing I can do about it."
I asked him what happened again?
Zhao Dadan said, "We corpse carriers have a rule. If you lose your skills once, you can't do this business anymore. In Changsong Village, the old lady later faked her body, and the body was chopped up by the idiots of the Chrysanthemum Sect. I couldn't complete the task, so I broke the rules of our ancestors. In the past year, I have done four jobs in total, and all of them were ruined. Damn it!" He drank a glass of wine and said helplessly, "I am big and can't do anything else except carrying corpses. I can get 120 yuan a day as a laborer, but I get at least 100,000 yuan for carrying a corpse. The gap is too big and I can't bear it."
Listening to Zhao Dadan's complaints, he has been running around the north and south for four jobs. One of them was for a young man who died of illness in Fujian. He carried it to Liaoning, but before he could get to Jinzhou, the body was smelly. He had no choice but to call the police. In the end, it was the family members who came to pick up the urn.
Another trip was to a middle-aged man in his forties working in Hunan. When he was resting in a rural courtyard at night, a wild cat tore open the bag, causing the body to bleed and resurrect. The remaining two trips were either the bodies lost on the way or caught by the public security bureau. This time he was detained for three months before being released.
After listening to his complaints, I understood in my heart that rules are sometimes more like a curse. Those who often read novels or like metaphysics know about Lu Ban's curse, which is a book that will end the descendants of future generations. It sounds incredible, but there are indeed many rules in the Chinese folk, such as the coffin bearer's coffin cannot fall to the ground, the carpenter's hands must be flat, the Feng Shui master must commit five disadvantages and three deficiencies, the corpse of the corpse driver cannot go back, and so on.
Actually, this kind of curse is not impossible to break, so I picked up a glass of wine and said, "Dare, we are so familiar with each other, I remind you that this kind of curse is not impossible to break. If you can guarantee that you will not curse others for a year, you will definitely be fine in the future."
"You cursed the neighbor, but you don't curse others? How can you talk without cursing others?" I, Zhao Dare, raised my head, drank a glass of wine, and then whispered, "Brother, I won't hide it from you. This time I took another job. The boss pays 300,000. I will do this one last time. After I finish this job, I will go back to my hometown to build a house and find a wife to marry, so that our Zhao family can continue the family line."