Chapter 83 Chapter 1 Ghost Physician

When the flowers were in full bloom, I didn't have a chance to go out, and I lay at home for more than half a month. In March in Beijing, the sun seems to be covered with a layer of gold. Wherever it shines, there is a golden texture.The spring breeze blows into the room through the window with a warm feeling, making it very comfortable.Looking from a distance, thousands of trees are green, green is full of sight, and willows are green and full of vitality. After escaping from the underground palace of Pianlian Ancient City, we left there.Da Ya has been sending me back to Beijing. It is estimated that there is nothing wrong with him in the store. Seeing that I was seriously injured, he simply threw all the incidents in the store to his old man and hid himself for a while. , eats, drinks and plays with me every day, saying that he takes care of me, but he is indeed living a happy life.

The elders are not so delicate at all, and they don't need to take care of them, but when they are free, they can argue with him and brag, but they feel better, and the back injury has recovered better than expected, probably because of Da Ya. It is related to some external application of herbs. According to Da Ya, this is his family's folk prescription. It is specially used to treat burns and scalds. After more than half a month of rest and recuperation, every day is very relaxed and happy, but Da Ya and I are like a mirror in our hearts. Only when we find out the news of the old Wu Lianzhen of Xingdi Qigong, may there be a way to eliminate the curse on us .If we just give up like this, how long the remaining days will be is unknown. For Da Ya and I, it is tantamount to lingering, eating and waiting to die, living in the shadow of sudden death at any time every day, it is terrible to think about it .

Today happened to be Saturday, and nothing happened when I got up early in the morning. I felt that the injury on my back was almost healed. I thought it was Panjiayuan's market day today, so I took the initiative to go out for a walk.During this period of time, Da Ya has long been tired of eating and playing all day long. He is very happy to hear that I want to go out for a walk. He put on some clothes and urged me to go downstairs quickly. Although Panjiayuan usually has shops and shops that are open all year round, they only have street stalls on weekends, so there will be several times more people than usual on weekends. People of different skin colors, different languages, different classes, and different beliefs gather here. Blending, very lively, I often come here to wander around when I am relaxing, but I seldom bring things back. Yu Mazi said it well, in the collection industry, you must read more and turn around carefully.

There is a long row of stalls at the southernmost part of the flea market, which specializes in trading old books and periodicals.From maps and documents before liberation to newspapers and magazines in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China, even big-character posters and pictorial posters during the Cultural Revolution can be found here, but most of them are old books after the founding of the People’s Republic of China. Most of them are books from institutions or schools. Most of the books eliminated by the museum are sold for a few yuan a book, and the price is quite reasonable.

All the books were piled on the ground, many people stopped, squatted down to pick among the piles of books, rummaged through them, shook their heads, or rejoiced.It is estimated that Da Ya seldom visits this kind of place, his eyes are wide open, he has read all kinds of books, and he has read so many books that I am tongue-tied, but I didn’t see him buy anything in the end. As soon as I straightened up, someone suddenly patted me from behind. I was taken aback, and turned around quickly. It turned out to be Chang San. Chang San is the clerk of Yu Mazi's store. The young man is in his twenties and is very smart. I often go to Yu Mazi's store, so I have a good chat with him. I am a little surprised to meet him here. .

Chang Sanjian met me here, one mouthful and one brother Hu, very enthusiastic, and after a few chats, I found out that he came to "take" some things alive two days ago, but because of the "high price", people didn't take them, so I gave it to him. send it back. Da Ya looked at Chang San blankly, not knowing which country Chang San was talking about, and he couldn't understand. In fact, live taking is a code word in antiques, which means that an antique dealer takes an item from another antique dealer without paying at the time, which is called "living taking". The rule of "live taking" is that the price has been negotiated, and you can only sell more money, not less, that is, you must guarantee the bottom line, and you must keep your word.

Generally speaking, the original consignor will not pay handling fees or runway fees to the person who takes it alive, but the person who takes it alive can increase the price on top of the base price, which is called "wearing a hat". ask.And "stretched price" means that the antique merchants deliberately do not sell, and they are going to take a long-term plan to realize their trading plan. Checking the time, I’ve been shopping for a while, and it didn’t mean much to see, so we chatted with Chang San while we walked out, walked out of the gate, chatted a few words, Chang San took the car and left first .

Da Ya and I leaned against the courtyard wall, hiding our bodies in the shadow, and walked slowly towards the intersection. Panjiayuan's flea market is actually surrounded by a large courtyard, and there are often many stalls outside the tall courtyard walls, selling everything.There are many people wearing hard hats and camouflage uniforms, pretending to be migrant workers. There is a muddy thing wrapped in newspaper under their feet. Only a large outline can be seen from the muddy mud. It feels like they have just been dug out of the construction site. .It's just that if you are very lively, walk around the fence and you will know that such a helmet can be encountered several times, and it has obviously become a profession, specializing in "fishing". Surrounded by two "caregivers", they looked at things pretendingly.

Walking to the intersection, he waved his hand, and a taxi not far away drove over. While waiting for the taxi, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a lonely fortune-telling booth at the bottom of the wall, and the fortune-telling old man looked familiar. The old man has white beard and hair, a white beard, a thin face, a pair of wide-brimmed old-fashioned glasses, and a navy blue Chinese tunic suit from the 1980s. bask in the sun. Looking at this old man, I always feel that I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it after thinking about it for a long time.Da Ya got into the car, stretched out his head and shouted at me: "Lai Liang, what are you doing standing there and watching, hurry up and get in the car!"

I just woke up, opened the car door and sat on it, looked at the old man at the bottom of the wall, shook my head and smiled wryly. Sitting in the car, there was no sound. I closed my eyes and was still thinking about it. I felt that the old man was dangling in front of my eyes. It seemed very familiar, but I just couldn't remember it. Seeing that the taxi had arrived at Zhaogongkou Bridge and was about to get home, I suddenly remembered who this old man was, so I had no time to say anything else, so I quickly asked the master to turn around and go back to the place where I got on the car just now.The driver looked at me in surprise, didn't say much, turned around at the intersection ahead, and drove back to Panjiayuan.

Da Ya was also full of doubts, and kept asking me what was the matter, if I had left something behind, I squeezed my eyes at him, and Da Ya stopped talking. After a while, I came back again. I ran and bumped across the road, and ran over there with big strides.As a result, when I saw it, I was dumbfounded, and the old man disappeared. Da Ya followed behind panting, and asked me as he ran, "Lai Liang, what play are you acting in? What's the matter?" I turned back and glanced at Da Ya: "I just saw that ghost phase master!" "Ghost Physician?" Da Ya was a little puzzled at first, but he remembered it in a flash, and he blinked at me with astonishment, "You mean the old fortune teller you met on the overpass a few years ago?" I nodded, the old fortune teller I just saw was familiar to me all the time, I finally remembered it when I was in the car, although I changed my clothes, but I remembered it was true, just like a ghost on the overpass The fortune-telling old man who suddenly disappeared. From the time the old man appeared until he disappeared, we have never thought about it, and we have always regarded him as a ghost. Could it be that we ran into a ghost again in broad daylight? I stood at the place where the old man set up a stall and looked carefully, but I didn't see any traces. There were pedestrians walking around, and no one would notice it. Da Ya looked at me, then looked at his feet: "Mom, I have bumped into ghosts before, but bumping into ghosts and bumping into the same ghost is really new, I don't even believe in ghosts!" I also understand what Da Ya means, the old man who is a fortune-teller now seems not to be a ghost at all, there must be someone playing tricks on him.From this point of view, the sudden appearance of this ghost-like old man is definitely not accidental. Reminiscent of the last time we met on the bridge, this old man is really a ghost and a ghost. What is the reason for it? What does another sudden appearance here today mean?Or are you hinting at me? My heart suddenly became a little confused and a little irritable, like a rope with many knots in front of me, and I couldn't untie it no matter how I untie it, the more I untie it, the more irritable I became. In fact, when I was free these days, I sorted out these things from beginning to end several times, calmed down and re-reflected, only to find that there were more and more doubts. As for the discovery of Pianlian Ancient City, I seemed to faintly feel it. It's just the tip of the iceberg of this mystery, a drop in the ocean. I don't know if the poem "October's Turn" is a coincidence, but in fact, according to the guidelines in the poem, I really crashed into the underground palace of Pianlian Ancient City and found thirteen pairs of divine armor.But I still don't believe that this is the whole truth of the secret. If this is the case, it can only mean that we are too wise and outstanding? But now we haven't found the fifth and seventh beads. I don't believe that such a rigorous and mysterious mystery, in the absence of two beads, we can solve the mystery so easily, although I have always been very confident , but not so arrogant. The sudden appearance of this old man completely disturbed our peaceful mood.After returning to Beijing, Da Ya and I have been confined at home. In name, one is recuperating and the other is a nurse. In fact, we both want to escape, and we want to use this reason to escape from this matter.But we all know that this is pure self-deception. The curse on Da Ya and I is like a time bomb buried in our bodies. Maybe the first day of October will become our memorial day. It’s just that sometimes when dangers and difficulties come, people will habitually deceive themselves, but until today this ghost-like old fortune-teller suddenly appeared again, we all know that we can’t continue to escape. Da Ya looked at me, shook his head, and then curled his lips: "It seems that this fortune-teller is really a goddamn ghost, and our brothers' fairy days are probably coming to an end." I also smiled helplessly and shook my head, not knowing whether we are controlling our own destiny or being played by fate.