Day and night tour

Chapter 145 Goodbye Huangmen
Cui Jie leaned over to Zhou Xuan's ear and said, "Two people asked me where the tattoos in my shop came from, and Lao Ma let it slip."

"It's okay. They asked about tattoos, most likely they want to do business with me." Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

Lao Yun had already popularized it yesterday. If you are doing tattoo business, you should do it openly. No one dares to be so blind as to cause trouble to the tattoo artist.

Zhou Xuan also had this idea. He felt that the tattooing craft was not just about making money.

Now that someone has come to me, just come.

While they were talking, Siming and Butler Bai had already arrived at the door of the shop.

"Sister Cui, go and do your work first." Zhou Xuan smiled at Sister Cui, and Sister Cui lowered her head and walked out.

Seeing that Zhou Xuan had business coming to his house, Old Yang also found an excuse to leave.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry to bother you. When I came, all your friends left."

"They are all busy with their own things, sit down." Zhou Xuan grabbed an orange in his hand.

Butler Bai closed the door lightly, and the room suddenly became dark.

"Who closed the door? Master Yun is reading the newspaper."

There was a screen in the lobby. Yun Ziliang was sitting behind the screen reading a newspaper. Lu Mingkun was sitting in the corner, crossing his legs and staring at Butler Bai and Siming.

"I can't even read a newspaper properly."

Yun Ziliang walked out from behind the screen complaining. He originally wanted to move a chair to look outside the door, but after he glanced at Siming and then at his hands, he sat down next to Zhou Xuan.

"Hello, old sir." Siming felt Yun Ziliang's gaze on him and took the initiative to greet him.

Yun Ziliang didn't say anything.

Zhou Xuan crossed his legs and peeled an orange to eat. Since Siming came to find the tattoo on his own initiative, he must have his reasons. Since he came to the door on his own initiative, let him speak first.

Siming waited for Zhou Xuan for half a minute, and seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he could only start the conversation.
"Mr. Zhou, you nailed two of our disciples to death a few days ago, but I am not visiting you today to seek revenge."

Zhou Xuan understood that the two disciples were most likely killed by the brothers Peng Long and Peng Hu, but there was no need for him to make the relationship clear under the banner of the Tattoo Ancient Clan.

He smiled and said, "You can't find me even if you seek revenge. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. I have many people in my tribe, so you can look for whoever nailed someone to death. Otherwise, the people in my tribe will all be pinned on me, and I won't be able to pay for it no matter how many times I die."

"That's true." Siming nodded with a smile.

"Which hall are you from?"

"A master thief." Siming pursed his lips at Yun Ziliang and said, "I can't hide anything about the hall. That old man glanced at my hand and must have figured out which incense stick I was praying to."

"Just admit it yourself." Yun Ziliang said unhappily.

"Thief, are you the boss or the second in command in the gang?" Zhou Xuan asked again.

At first, Siming only thought that Yun Ziliang's eyes were sharp, but now he found that the young man in front of him also had sharp eyesight. He did not ask him what position he held, but directly asked him whether he was the boss or the second in command.

He didn't know that Zhou Xuan's psychic ability was to be able to see the appearance of all living beings.

In Zhou Xuan's eyes, Siming's face was too majestic. If he hadn't been the highest authority in the hall for many years, he wouldn't have had such a look.

"Boss, my name is Siming."

Siming admitted it frankly. Since the other party had already talked about the boss and the second in command and asked him to choose between the two, there was no point in telling lies anymore.

The Thieves Gang is a big gang in Mingjiang Prefecture. The first and second in command are very famous. It is not difficult to ask who they are and what they look like.

"So you are the master of the thief hall. Let's chat. What do you want to do with me?"

"Save my daughter. She has a blood-well madness. It has been almost four years since I started communicating with spirits. I heard that tattoos can cure madness."

"Blood well disease?" Zhou Xuan asked, pretending to be surprised.

"Yes." Siming was a little sad when talking about his daughter's madness. He said, "The madness is getting worse. She often mistakes people for hers and then slashes them with a knife. Fortunately, she has never killed anyone. As a father, I have no choice but to lock her up in the house with an iron chain."

"Well, I have some knowledge about the Blood Well Syndrome and know their sufferings."

Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "This symptom is very strange. It is not easy to cure it."

"Not easy? That means it can be cured?"

Siming heard the hidden meaning.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure, but we can give it a try."

He turned on the light, sat behind the screen, took the bone tooth in his hand, used the remaining paint from yesterday's "Monk Gazing at the Moon", spread out the human skin, and started to make the "Buddha Head" tattoo.

The reason why he wanted to tattoo a "Buddha head" instead of directly selling the "Monk Gazing at the Moon" tattoo to Siming was because Zhou Xuan believed that the value of the tattoo was not entirely in suppressing the blood well madness.

Yun Ziliang once said that there is something "indescribable" in the monk's gaze at the moon. It is not very useful to people with a low level of obeisance, but it is useful to people with a high level of obeisance.

The value of this tattoo is difficult to estimate, and it would be a pity to sell it as a commodity.

In order to prevent Siming from finding out that he was a psychic from the Blood Well, Zhou Xuan only released a very small portion of his perception when tattooing the Buddha's head, and the speed of tattooing with bones and teeth was a little slower.

It doesn't matter if it's slow, it just gives Siming the impression that tattooing is very hard work, and he can ask for a higher price when he asks for money.

Zhou Xuan was careless in his tattoo work, and Siming was waiting anxiously. At first, he could still chat with Yun Ziliang, but after ten minutes or so, he became absent-minded. After another half an hour, he paced back and forth in the room, feeling uneasy.

at last,

As the Buddhist bell inside the screen rang, Zhou Xuan's "Buddha head" was completed.

Zhou Xuan felt that the solemn and heavy Buddha head in the tattoo did have some effect in suppressing the blood well.

Although it is a little far from the monk Wangyue, it is qualified as the "first batch" for Siming. "Master Si, take this tattoo and go back to visualize it for your daughter. If it works, you can come back to me. If it doesn't work, you can also come back to me and I will refund you the money."

Siming took the Buddha head tattoo and unfolded it in his hand. He could feel the flowing Buddha energy.

He was an expert in knowledge and felt the Buddha's spirit. He was immediately delighted and walked out of the store holding the tattoo. He just wanted to go home quickly and try the tattoo on his daughter.

Butler Bai also followed him out.

Zhou Xuan shouted, "Boss Si, have you forgotten something?"

"what's up?"

"Pay it." Zhou Xuan almost laughed out loud. "You can hold my tattoo and look at it while walking. If you look at it for a while longer, you can get home."

"I was so focused on getting the tattoo that I forgot about the money."

Siming put away the tattoo and asked, "Mr. Zhou, how much does your tattoo cost?"

Zhou Xuan stretched out three fingers.

"Thirty thousand!"

"This... is fine." Siming felt that the price was a bit too expensive, but when he thought about it, as it was the work of the ancient tattoo clan and it could cure his daughter's illness, thirty thousand was fine.

"Old White, you settle the bill with Mr. Zhou. I'm going home first."

After Siming and Zhou Xuan clasped their fists, they walked quickly onto the street excitedly.

Butler Bai bowed to Zhou Xuan first and asked, "Mr. Zhou, thirty thousand is a lot of money. Cash, bank draft, merchant draft, or silver bill, which way of settlement do you prefer?"

Zhou Xuan thought about it and said, "Just cash."

Thirty thousand is just three stacks, not too much.

"Yes." Butler Bai took out three stacks of green hundred-yuan bills from his bag and handed them to Zhou Xuan: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

"Greedy for money, greedy for money." Zhou Xuan took the money and watched Butler Bai leave.

After the people had gone far away, Lv Mingkun came over and said enviously, "Is it so easy to make money? I didn't even work all morning and I got 30,000 yuan?"

"If you ask me, 30,000 yuan is too little. How difficult is Xuejing's disease to treat? It would cost 70,000 or 80,000 yuan."

Yun Ziliang felt that what Zhou Xuan asked for was too little.

Zhou Xuan smiled knowingly and said, "Seventy or eighty thousand is enough? It's rare to come across such a big money tree, we have to shake it well. The tattoo just now has the effect of suppressing the blood well, but the effect time is estimated to be very short. The effect is there, but it is also relatively limited. The main thing is to let the head of the department see if the tattoo is effective.
Just wait, he will come to find us again!
If I come up with a better tattoo, I can ask him for a better price."

For Zhou Xuan, the "Buddha head" tattoo is at best a "rehabilitation experience card", and the tattoo that comes later is the key point.

Zhou Xuan took out a hundred-yuan bill from the banknotes he had just collected, put it on the table, and said, "You guys go to the restaurant for lunch. I'm going out for a while."

"Where are you going? Do you want me to accompany you?" Lu Mingkun shouted.

"No need. I'll go to the Caishikou on Dongshi Street and ask someone to check on Siming."

Siming is now Zhou Xuan's big client, but Zhou Xuan only knows that he is the leader of a gang of thieves and knows nothing about his wealth.

Not knowing how much he was worth, Zhou Xuan had no idea how high the price could be raised.

In addition, Zhou Xuan also wanted to find out how high the level of this hall master's incense was.

If the level of offerings is high enough, Zhou Xuan can ask for less money and let Siming pay in another way.

He walked towards Caishikou while thinking.

There are street vendors selling vegetables on Dongshi Street, as well as special vegetable markets.

There is a chicken stall at the very back of the market.

Zhou Xuan went to the chicken stall, selected three old hens, and asked the shop owner to kill them.
Zhou Xuan gave all the internal organs and chicken blood to the store, and the boss did not charge any extra for killing the chicken.

Carrying three processed hens, Zhou Xuan walked to the backyard of the old painting studio.

There is a pond in the backyard, which is now almost dry and has mountains of domestic garbage. There are many rats in this place, and with so many rats, it has attracted many yellow foxes.

Zhou Xuan relies on this group of yellow-skinned people to find out Siming’s secret.

He threw the old hen into the pond, took a bench from the old painting studio, sat there waiting while smoking a cigarette.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the first yellow fox finally cautiously approached the old hen, took a bite of the meat, and then stepped back a few steps to make sure it was safe before taking another bite.
One yellow skin is not enough.

Not all yellow foxes are intelligent, Zhou Xuan is still waiting.

About ten minutes later, there were more yellow foxes this time, almost a large nest, at least a dozen of them, a surging brown and yellow color.

Zhou Xuan felt that it was about time, so he stood up and showed his right thumb.

He had a ring on his thumb, which was a gift from the Lotus Goddess after he had inspired her to chant the three Buddhist sounds.

At that time, Lady Lotus said that with the help of this ring, the eunuchs in Pingshui Prefecture, Mingjiang Prefecture, and Guangyuan Prefecture could all come to help.

Zhou Xuan showed his ring and said, "Lady Lotus of Pingshui Prefecture is my friend. When the young man from Huangmen sees this ring, he will know that I am not lying. I have just arrived and I don't know which brother in this area can speak with your words. I would like to meet her!"

When he shouted, half of the yellow foxes in the nest scattered, and some were still chewing the chicken. Only three of the spiritual yellow foxes were not afraid, but rushed in front of Zhou Xuan. After seeing the ring clearly, they kowtowed to Zhou Xuan...

ps: Good brothers, three updates of 10,000 words, mua.

(End of this chapter)