Dong Laocai has a dream to contract all funeral businesses in Sangyu City.

Building cemeteries, building cemeteries, and building wreaths. This is how Dong Laocai did it decades ago. There are eight wreath shops on this street. His goal is to buy Old Man Ning’s shop.

But things didn't go as they wished and Dong Laocai, who dreamed of becoming a business tycoon in the funeral industry, surrounded and suppressed Old Man Ning's business again and again, but failed again and again.

Old Man Ning’s shop is located like an isolated island in the middle of a row of wreath and suffocation shops, and is still living tenaciously.

After fighting for so many years, he has not ruined Old Man Ning’s shop. Old Cai Dong also has a little sympathy for him. When he meets him on weekdays, he is also a fun fight with a few sarcastic words.

However, Old Man Ning was a soft knife, and he heard nothing from his mouth. Dong Laocai was in poor health and had no children. His son-in-law was now hard and wanted to take his own money to do other businesses, which gave him a headache. Old Man Ning often used these things to criticize him, which made Dong Laocai feel angry and unable to deliver.

"I would rather not think that I don't know. You have a unclear relationship with Ma Da Mei! His lover was my comrade-in-arms before his lifetime. Do you dare to have any inappropriate thoughts? Don't blame me for being rude!"

Dong Laocai really had nothing to say, so he got involved in this matter.

Old Man Ning shook his eyebrows with a smile: "Dong Laocai, you like Ma Xiaohua, we all know on the street that old man, I have nothing to do with the girl from the Ma family, but we have something to say, you are not worthy of her."

"Who, who likes her!! That's my sister-in-law!" Dong Laocai is 59 this year, and when he blushed, he will still look like a child. Seeing that Old Man Ning said such things without shame, I'm shameless, and I'm shameless! Dong Laocai walked away cursingly.

"It's fun, but my sister-in-law, why don't you tell me?"

When Old Man Ning saw Dong Laocai walking away, he turned to look at Yuan Xinghan: "Young man, aren't you tired after watching for so long? Come and sit down?"

Although it was a funeral shop, the boss had the enthusiasm of a northerner and greeted Yuan Xinghan as if he was familiar with him.

Yuan Xinghan smiled awkwardly, but unexpectedly the boss was still a wonderful person. He walked over and sat on the stool at the door of the store.

"Huh? Yellow Armor Talisman? Are you from Linjiang?"

As soon as he said hello, Yuan Xinghan was stunned. Damn! What's the situation? What's this?! Yuan Xinghan was wearing a piece of talisman paper on his shoulder. Qin Kun said that this talisman paper warded off evil spirits, but Yuan Xinghan did not take it off. It's not surprising that contemporary artists have a talisman paper decoration on their bodies.

But... how did this old man know his origin after taking a look?

Yuan Xinghan put away his heart watching the excitement, felt that there were some tricks inside, and asked humbly: "The old man has such a good eye. But how do you know... I came from Linjiang?"

The old man from dry tobacco smiled: "The only person in China can draw such talismans, how could the old man not know?"

The yellow armor talisman comes from the Fu Zong, and uses the talisman to transform into the Yellow Armor to protect the body, ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts. Although it is an ordinary talisman paper, it must be drawn at least above the true teachings of the Fu Zong Di Zi Tang.

I heard that Fu Zong's industry has been moved to the coastal areas or even overseas, but Dizitang still lives in Linzhushan.

Yuan Xinghan felt a little mysterious. He looked at the talisman paper and said, "To be honest, I am also a painter. As long as I give me paint, I can draw such talismans."

"You?" The old man Hanyan smiled and shook his head, "Every stroke and every painting have mystery. It is difficult to draw bones by drawing tiger skins. What is hidden in your bones? If you don't understand talisman techniques, you can't see them, and naturally you can't draw them."

The old man from dry tobacco said it was very sure.

After hearing the old man Drying Tobacco's words, Yuan Xinghan felt a little respectful. This boss must be an unfathomable senior. He didn't expect that such a person would be hidden in such a small city.

"Sir, are there any tricks here? Can you tell me?"

The old man from Drunk Tobacco shook his head: "There are taboos in the sect. If you want to know, go and ask the person who gives you the talisman paper."

The old man got up, rubbed his waist, and started to tie a wreath again.

It is already summer now, and the store is carrying the yin energy that is not summer. Yuan Xinghan walked in curiously and felt a little cold. Inside the store, in addition to the old man, there are also a few helpers.

Yuan Xinghan saw that several young workers were not old and were quite experienced in tying wreaths.

"Little brother, is the blush on your face also... particular?"

The skin of several workers is very white and often works in such a store where the sun is gone. Yuan Xinghan can understand it, but there are different degrees of red puffs on their faces, which makes Yuan Xinghan a little curious.

Before I met Qin Kun, he had never been in contact with the funeral industry. Could it be that the redness on their faces was also some of the qualities and secrets?

The movements of several small workers were very quiet. They looked at Yuan Xinghan, but did not speak, and continued to focus on their own work.

Yuan Xinghan was a little embarrassed, and he might have been a little abrupt when he asked about other people's affairs.

Yuan Xinghan often rarely went to socialize and socialize, and didn't know what to say at this time, so he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed out one to the labourer.

"Open flames are prohibited in the store."

Yuan Xinghan continued to be embarrassed, but the worker still took off the cigarette and touched his face and replied: "This is what the master wiped, saying it is for us to be able to recognize us."

Let people... be able to... recognize...you?

Yuan Xinghan was confused.

After sitting in the store for a while, Yuan Xinghan saw that the old man and the worker ignored him, so he thought it was time to leave.

This trip gave him a few places that felt good, one was the stone forest in Han Coffin Village, and the other was the ordinary wreath and feasting shop. Yuan Xinghan was inspired and imagined that the pictures in his mind would become paintings, which would be very intriguing.

"Old sir, I'm leaving."

At the door, Yuan Xinghan greeted him, and the old man from dry tobacco did not raise his head: "In this kind of place, people who die will stay or live will leave. These taboos should be paid attention to next time."

"Well, I remember."

After Yuan Xinghan said that, he turned around and left.

The streets are much hotter than in the store. Yuan Xinghan's cell phone rang. When he saw that it was Qin Kun called.

"Hey, Director Qin, are you awake?"

"Um."

Yuan Xinghan was surprised that Qin Kun got up. He calculated the time. It was more than 10 hours since he stayed in the hotel last night. Could it be that Director Qin had been vigilant again last night?

Qin Kun said on the other end of the phone: "Brother Yuan, let's go to Bailong Temple later."

"White Dragon Temple?"

Yuan Xinghan said: "I'm right next to me!"

Qin Kun said: "That happens, we will set out to find you right away. There is a famous vegetarian food in the temple, and it's just a meal."

"Okay!" Yuan Xinghan touched his stomach, and he was just hungry, "By the way, where is Xuanxuan?"

"Xuanxuan? Not with you?" Qin Kun wondered.

"No..." Yuan Xinghan was even more puzzled.

In Ping An Hotel, in Xu Yang's room, Qin Kun picked up Xu Yang's mobile phone, and Xuanxuan posted a selfie in his circle of friends, and Yuan Xinghan was behind him.

"Where are you?" Qin Kun asked in doubt.

"The old street next to Bailong Temple sells wreaths and shrouds."

"Where are you?" Xu Yang commented and asked Tu Xuanxuan.

"In Bailong Temple, I'm with Brother Yuan." Tu Xuanxuan replied.

In the hotel room, Qin Kun hung up the phone and had a headache.

It's daytime, how come?
Chapter completed!