74. My Disciple From Ancient Times to Modern Times (3)

In the courtyard of Zhang's house, Zhang Wei sat across from Duan Qing'en awkwardly.

He felt uncomfortable all over, and looked back first, and saw that Duan Xu, a half-grown child, was seriously helping his parents to deal with the filth under the tree. Then he turned around and smiled at Duan Qing'en awkwardly.

"Um, Master Duan, right?"

Duan Qingen waved his hand: "Don't be so polite, just call me Mr. Duan."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Duan, right?"

Zhang Wei smiled awkwardly, "Um, your way of looking at Feng Shui seems to be different from what I heard."

Duan Qingen: "Really? What did you hear about?"

Zhang Wei recalled the scammers caught by the police station: "It's about exorcism, evil spirits, and all kinds of messes, and talismans, that is, what you said before, feudal superstition."

Duan Qingen nodded, took a sip of tea slowly, and then raised his head and smiled at Zhang Wei. After a night of soul fusion, his more handsome face looked gentle.

"I know what you said. They are them, and I am me. As for me, I insist that there are no ghosts in this world. We are all successors of the new China. We should be prosperous, democratic and harmonious. We should not engage in such decadent feudal superstition."

Zhang Wei; "..."

He always felt that Duan Qingen's tone of voice was very familiar.

After thinking for two seconds, he finally dug it out from his memory.

Last time, all the leaders of the station came down for inspection. The tone of their speech and the content of their words were almost the same as what Duan Qingen said.

Thinking about it this way, they became close all of a sudden - it's strange.

Zhang Wei felt even more uncomfortable. He rubbed his hands and asked in a low voice: "Then can you reveal what you mainly look at when you help people with Feng Shui?"

Feng Shui, isn't it just a gossip of aura? As a result, Duan Qingen, the Feng Shui master, said that there are no such strange things in the world, so how does he make money?

This question is simply a piece of cake for Duan Qingen.

He lazily leaned on the chair behind him, with a righteous look on his face; "See the essence through the details, see the results through the essence, and the emphasis is on a scientific way of looking at Feng Shui."

Zhang Wei: "..."

"Can science also look at Feng Shui?"

"Of course." The gentle Feng Shui master pointed to the peach tree: "Just like the problem your parents encountered, they are a typical subconscious problem, and there is also the problem of smell. As long as the things below are removed, there will be no more problems."

Zhang Wei felt that what Master Duan said made some sense, but he also felt that it seemed a bit far-fetched.

He hesitated and asked: "Do you do talismans or something?"

"Of course, I cover a wide range of areas, and I know a little bit of everything. This includes talismans."

Duan Qingen said, took out a folded talisman from his pocket, opened it in front of Zhang Wei, and poured some tea on the table.

He dipped his fingers in water and drew talismans on it.

Afterwards, he handed the talisman to Zhang Wei: "It's fate that we can meet. I'll give you this talisman to ward off disasters and solve problems."

Zhang Wei: "... Didn't you just say that you need science?"

"Yes, this talisman is actually scientific. You know psychology, right? I gave you a talisman and told you that it can ward off disasters and solve problems, or told you that your luck will get better. Your subconscious mind will keep suggesting you. Through the subconscious suggestion, you can really achieve this effect in the end."

Duan Qingen: "I don't know if you have heard of this story. It's about a death row prisoner. You blindfolded him, cut a knife on his wrist, and told him that he would die by cutting his wrist. Then you arranged water to drip like blood on the side. When the death row prisoner heard the sound of water dripping, he thought it was his own blood dripping, and then his vital signs really weakened slowly, as if he really lost a lot of blood. This is the effect of suggestion."

Zhang Wei looked at the man in front of him who was talking freely, and was stunned.

"Master, you... have quite a lot of knowledge."

"When you are in the martial arts world, of course you have to know a little bit about everything." Duan Qingen smiled and pushed the talisman to Zhang Wei's hand again: "Fold this talisman and put it in the phone case."

The other person gave it to him for free with good intentions. He had helped his parents for free before, so Zhang Wei was embarrassed to refuse it. He asked out of pure curiosity: "Why do you put it in the phone case? Is there any particular reason?"

"No."

Duan Qingen smiled and looked at Zhang Wei with a kind look of elders looking at the younger generation: "Don't you kids carry your phones with you wherever you go? You even take them with you when you take a bath. If you wear the talisman directly around your neck, you might lose it or get it dirty, but if you put it in the phone case, you won't lose your phone no matter what you lose."

Zhang Wei: "..."

He felt that his worldview was about to be reorganized by this Feng Shui master Duan.

Of course, what Duan Qingen said made a lot of sense. Whether it was him, his colleagues, or former classmates, they all kept their phones with them. They would never lose their phones even if they lost anything.

But although this was a fact known to everyone, when it was said by a Feng Shui master, it still felt like the world was really big, and there were all kinds of amazing people.

Really, there are so many scammers here, and the police station has arrested and detained so many of them, but after meeting so many, this is the first time he has seen someone like Shi Qing.

Although he was full of alpacas in his heart, he couldn't just refuse such a kind person. In the end, under the loving eyes of Duan Qingen (this master seemed to be only in his thirties), he put the talisman into the phone case.

Seeing that he had put it in, Duan Qingen took out the tortoise shell, shook it, looked down at the hexagram, and frowned slightly; "Young man, have you had any problems at work recently?"

Zhang Wei was shocked, and then confused again: "Yes, but Master... No, Mr. Duan, didn't you say before that you rely on science?"

"Yes, I rely on science."

Zhang Wei; "Then why do you still throw away the tortoise shell? Isn't this tortoise shell divination?"

"Oh, you are talking about this." Duan Qingen's expression was very serious, serious and earnest: "This is a ritual, just like people wash their hands before eating. Although I threw away this tortoise shell, I still believe in science, Feng It is not good to build superstition or something like that. "

Zhang Wei: "..."

"Well, Mr. Duan, are you worried that the country will crack down on these things? In fact, you don't have to be like that. As long as you are not specifically cheating money, the country will not interfere. "

Duan Qingen: "I am a member of the party. I love the country and my China. This has nothing to do with the country. I am proud of my country. "

"Okay, let's get back to the point. "

He raised his head and looked Zhang Wei up and down: "You work in the police department, right?"

Zhang Wei was startled and looked down at the plain clothes he was wearing: "You calculated it? ? "

Is this a really capable master?

"Your mother told me that you are a policeman. You are a good young man. The police have a future. It is a good thing to do things for the country. "

Zhang Wei: "..."

He barely tidied up the alpaca running wildly in his head and continued to listen to Duan Qingen.

Thirty-something, looking at the Feng Shui master who was like a teacher, he was still speaking slowly: "You are very distressed recently, because there is a criminal who has committed a serious crime and has not been caught, right?"

Zhang Wei: "...I should not have told my parents about this, right?"

"Yes, I can see it from your face. You are a policeman, you are distressed about your work, but a policeman in such a small place, so young, what else can he be distressed about? So I guessed it like this, and I guessed it right."

Zhang Wei felt that he had no more ellipsis to use.

He reminded Duan Qingen: "Mr. Duan, there is no causal relationship between my distress and the fact that there is a criminal who has committed a serious crime and has not been caught."

"Yes, so I guessed blindly." Duan Qingen smiled again; "I guess things very accurately."

Zhang Wei was defeated.

He barely suppressed the rage in his heart and continued to ask patiently: "Since you have 'guessed' it, can you help me calculate where the prisoner is?"

Duan Qingen picked up the tortoise shell and shook it, reminding Zhang Wei while shaking it: "Young man, I can't say I can calculate it. If I say I can guess, I don't believe in feudal superstition. I am just making scientific inferences."

Zhang Wei was completely speechless.

Fortunately, this seemingly unreliable Feng Shui master calculated the result.

Zhang Wei looked at Duan Qingen while moving his fingers and calculating, and said seriously: "According to my guess, he should be hiding in the western hills, but this prisoner won't live long."

Zhang Wei was shocked.

During this period, they were looking for people inside and outside, and brothers were arranged on all the roads. They had to check every car that came. Fortunately, they didn't have many people and vehicles, so they were busy coming here.

The higher-ups are planning to catch the turtle in the jar, and are searching everywhere. Currently, only the West Mountain has not been searched.

However, the search map has always been known to their internal personnel, so how could Duan Qingen know it?

He put away the slight contempt in his heart, and with a little respect for people with real skills, he asked in a low voice, "Master, how did you calculate that he would not live long?"

Duan Qingen looked at him, and Zhang Wei immediately changed his words; "Calculate, calculate, how did you calculate that he would not live long?"

"Very simple."

Seeing Duan Qingen waving, Zhang Wei hurried over, and heard Duan Qingen's gentle and drawn-out voice: "They are all serious criminals. If they are caught, they will definitely be shot. How can they live long?"

Zhang Wei; "..."

Duan Qingen was still saying: "Hey, you kids just don't know how to use your brains. You can't even guess such a simple question."

Zhang Wei: "...Master, I'm 24 years old."

"I know, you are about the same age as my apprentice, Duan Xu, come here."

Duan Xu, who was working, came obediently.

Zhang Wei's attention was all on Duan Qingen before, and he really didn't notice the child Duan Xu.

Now seeing this child coming, he saw that his eyes were bright.

"This boy is handsome, mixed-blood, right? He looks really good."

This is not a false compliment, but a real one.

There are already many beautiful women and handsome men in their area, but Duan Xu looks particularly tough, and he looks like he can be a star.

"Yes, mixed-blood, his father is a foreigner, look at this child, how strong and sensible he is."

Duan Qingen praised him naturally, and pulled over the kid who had almost never been praised before and whose face turned red all the way to his neck, "Duan Xu, hurry up and call someone."

Duan Xu immediately shouted loudly, "Hello, police uncle!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough!!"

Zhang Wei was choked.

After barely stabilizing himself, he wiped the sweat off his head, "Duan Xu, right? I'm only 24 years old, and we don't look that different."

Duan Qingen nodded in agreement, "Yes, I'm only 24 years old, and I'm still a young man."

Zhang Wei: "Wait for me here."

"Master, I can't argue with you. According to you, there really is nothing weird in my house?"

He was originally determined, thinking that demons and ghosts were feudal superstitions and he couldn't believe in anything.

But after being told by Duan Qingen, a Feng Shui master who kept talking about science but whose movements and what he took out were all about metaphysics, Zhang Wei couldn't help but feel nervous.

Mainly, Duan Qingen was right about why he was worried.

He also pointed to the West Mountain, which they had not searched before.

There are mountains everywhere, so why did he point to a mountain they had not checked?

It's too mysterious.

Even though Duan Qingen kept saying that he was not feudal and superstitious, he believed in science, and these were all his guesses, Zhang Wei began to believe it honestly in his heart.

This master, I'm afraid he really has the real stuff.

But he may not be very smart.

Facing Zhang Wei's question, Duan Qingen had a look of "Just believe me, that's right": "Don't worry, as long as you don't move this peach tree and don't bury some weird things underground, it will be fine."

After he said that, why did he feel more and more that something was wrong?

Zhang Wei touched his back, which was sweating from his fantasy, "Master, you didn't say it before, were you afraid of scaring my parents?"

"Let's put it this way, they are old and can't stand being scared, I am young and can stand it, can you just tell me if you have anything? I will give you money."

Obviously, he had completely forgotten his previous saying that "scammers don't ask for money first and let you take the initiative to pay."

Luckily, Duan Qingen is not a liar.

He smiled, "Young man, why don't you believe it? I said that our country is a society ruled by law, we don't engage in feudal superstition, and we don't listen to the instructions of the party. In the future, you have to take out the instructions of the party at all times. We Chinese people are all scientific."

As he said, he took out another piece of yellow paper, but this time there was nothing written on it.

Zhang Wei watched Duan Qingen take out another pen from his pocket and write something on it.

He felt relieved. It seems that although this master said no, his body was very honest.

After Duan Qingen, who was considered to be very honest, finished writing, he handed over the yellow paper.

"If you are worried, just post this in your parents' bedroom and look at it every day when you get up. It will ensure that the old couple is safe and sound, and the subconscious mind will not come out to cause trouble."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master, thank you so much."

Zhang Wei happily took the yellow paper and looked at it.

There were quite a lot of long words written on it, and the font was also very beautiful.

When he finished reading it seriously with a pious attitude: "..."

It was written on it:

Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom and equality

It was written below:

Justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity and friendliness

There was also a horizontal banner in the middle:

Promote positive energy

Zhang Wei was really stunned by this operation.

He looked up at Duan Qingen blankly, and then continued to look down at the words on the yellow paper blankly.

"This, this is?"

"Aren't you worried about your parents? Just post this in the room and make sure they eat and drink well, nothing will happen."

Duan Qingen looked natural, "By the way, I won't charge you for this. We agreed not to charge you before. You don't have to be polite. We are all knowledgeable and cultured, and we don't do that."

Zhang Wei held the yellow paper that promoted positive energy, and felt that what he encountered today was enough for him to go back and talk to his colleagues until tomorrow.

Of course, it mainly talked about his mental journey.

Duan Qingen was packing up his tortoise shell: "I have to take my apprentice back. By the way, does your director have to go with us to catch the criminal?"

Zhang Wei shook his head quickly: "Well, Master, I'm sorry, this is our internal information, it's not easy to reveal it to you."

"Look at you, we are so familiar with each other, it's okay to tell me." Duan Qingen said, while he took out a blank yellow paper from his pocket, dipped it in the previous tea and continued to scribble on it.

Zhang Wei looked at his movements strangely; "What are you drawing?"

The Feng Shui master in his thirties was writing while answering; "The truth talisman, disposable, it's gone after use."

Zhang Wei: "What is it?"

He was confused when Duan Qingen finished drawing.

He directly pasted the talisman he had just drawn on the arm of the young man in front of him.

Zhang Wei: "???"

Duan Qingen smiled at him lovingly; "Young man, tell me, does your director also want to participate in the arrest operation?"

Zhang Wei: "Yes, this prisoner has behaved too badly. He has been given a death order from above and must be caught. The director followed up the whole process. In the end, only Xishan was left to be searched. He must be included."

The charm fell from his arm.

Zhang Wei covered his mouth violently and opened his eyes in shock; "Is this, is this real??"

"What the hell? Where is the fun?" Duan Qing'en looked innocent; "I don't know what you are talking about."

"The Talisman of Truth."

"Truth Talisman?" The elegant Feng Shui master frowned slightly; "There is no such unscientific thing in the world, young man, don't think too much."

"No, didn't you stick it on my arm just now? I don't want to tell the truth, but when I open my mouth, everything I tell is the truth." Zhang Wei felt that his world view had been greatly impacted, and he looked confused. Rubbing his head.

I picked up the talisman paper, only to find that there was only a blank space left on it.

"Yeah, you just said it was a one-time thing, so after I told the truth, it was gone."

Duan Qingen smiled and refused to admit it; "Young man, you have to take medicine when you are sick. I just wrote this with tea. When the tea dries up, of course it will be gone. Don't keep thinking about those weird things."

"No, Master, what do you mean by what I just said inexplicably?"

"Didn't I just say that? This is a psychological suggestion. If I tell you what kind of spell it is, you will feel that this spell is really effective. If I ask you again, your hint will make you tell the truth. Science is so mysterious and fascinating, right?”

Zhang Wei: "..."

He really made too many ellipses today.

Duan Qingen didn't look at the "I mean where am I and why am I sitting here" expression on his face, he stretched out his hand and did some calculations; "Well... I thought it was wrong before I said it. You, the director, are bloody disasters." ah."

After saying that, he looked seriously at Zhang Wei, who had given up on catching the loopholes in his words, and automatically explained: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't calculate it, I calculated it."

"You see, the murderer is very fierce, right? Your director usually only participates in major cases, and his skills are not as flexible as yours, right? So the possibility of him being injured is much higher than yours, so let's give him a percentage estimate. ”

Zhang Wei has completely given up correcting Duan Qingen's words and still has no connection with before.

He asked directly: "According to your estimate, how much is it?"

Duan Qingen put down his hand and smiled: "Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent."

Zhang Wei: "...Actually, you can just say 100%."

"Hey, how can this work? I guessed this, and there is no evidence or anything. It's better to be cautious."

Zhang Wei really couldn't bear it anymore.

He took a deep breath and asked Duan Qingen: "Master, have you experienced any stimulation before?"

"What stimulation? Who can stimulate me?"

Duan Qingen: "By the way, Sir Zhang, I heard that generally, there are rewards for reporting such wanted criminals?"

Zhang Wei nodded blankly; "Yes, but Master, you have never paid attention to it before. Our report must be at the exact address and the person must be arrested to be counted."

"Yeah, I understand, I understand. I just relied on blind guessing. I'm just a little curious."

Zhang Wei thinks so.

Although this master seemed to have real information, even if he had some skills, he couldn't be so direct and powerful that he could even reveal his exact address, not to mention that the man seemed to be hiding in a ravine.

Duan Qingen nodded in understanding, and then took another sip of tea: "Do you know how much bonus this prisoner got this time?"

Zhang Wei: "It seems like one hundred thousand."

Duan Qingen put down the tea cup silently.

Zhang Wei didn't know what he was going to do, so he picked up his cup and put it in his mouth to take a sip.

Then Duan Qingen neatly took out the turtle shell that he had just put in from his pocket, shook it, and the copper coins fell on the table.

The Feng Shui master who kept saying that he was just relying on guessing squinted his eyes at the coins, counted them with his fingers, and nodded affirmatively.

"On the easternmost trail of Xishan Mountain, walk up at normal speed for thirteen minutes, then turn left and go downhill. Walk for five minutes and then turn left. After walking for almost twenty minutes, there is a cave, and the person is in the cave."

Zhang Wei, who just picked up the tea cup: "..."

After saying that, Duan Qingen added with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, young man, I'm just guessing."

"By the way, can the bonus be cash? I don't have a bank | bank card."

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