Deputy Yama

Without needing White Impermanence to do anything, Black Wuchang grabbed Jia Master and disappeared with a gust of wind. White Impermanence also chased after him.

At this moment, the sky had just turned white and the Fanjiayuan was still as silent as before. I crouched in the doorway, watching the path, waiting for the little monk. As expected, the little monk didn't let me down. Not long after, he came running over, panting heavily.

As soon as I saw the little monk, I hurriedly stood up to greet him.

The little monk's backpack was bulging. It should be the equipment to save Mu Ge'er.

"Lord Yama, I'm here!" The little monk said while gasping for air.

"It's good that you're here, it's good that you're here," I was extremely excited, just like a old lady with a broken mouth. I finally remembered what I wanted to do and quickly hugged Mu Ge'er for the little monk to see.

The young monk walked into the room and took out a lot of herbs and some weird things from his backpack. For example, I think it should be pills. I think it's rhinoceros's horn, and it turns out to be a crow's beak. I think it should be... The result is... There were too many things.

The little monk said to me, "Go find a big basin and fetch the other half of the water!"

After receiving the imperial edict, I sneaked out of the house. Where could I find a basin so early in the morning?

Just as he was worrying, he saw someone walking over from outside the Fanjiayuan with a baby bathtub in his hand. It was none other than Old Man Liu who had come to start the construction.

I grabbed the bathtub, turned around and ran, Old Man Liu thought he met a robber behind me, upon seeing me, he tiptoed and chased, "Otaku, you little bastard, I prepared this for my grandson, return it to me!"

"Just treat me as your grandson, giving me to that grandson is fine," I had already run back into the house, pushing open the door from the inside, allowing Old Man Liu to smash on the door. I just didn't open the door.

He gave half a basin of water to the young monk. The young monk sprinkled all the medicinal herbs he had prepared into the basin. As he sprinkled, he would occasionally pick his head, "Am I sprinkling too much, or is it too little?" Just by looking at it, I can tell that he has gotten into an old dilemma, but I can't dissuade him. Who knows if it's better to say too much or to say too little. I just squat and stare.

After much difficulty, the young monk stretched out his hand and stirred the water. Taking Mu Ge'er from me, she soaked him in the basin. Then he said to me, "Lord Yama, I want to stay here for three days and three nights. I'll leave my meal to you for the next few days."

I quickly nodded my head. The Emperor wasn't short of hungry soldiers. Flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, whatever you want to eat, just open your mouth.

"Alright, I'll buy you a big stuffed bun right now. Little monk, do you want meat or vegetarian?" I asked.

"When I don't have money, I eat vegetarian; when I'm rich, I eat meat," the young monk said honestly. With that, the young monk carried the bathtub to the bed and sat cross-legged on it. He put his hands together and closed his eyes.

I quickly went outside and the Old Man Liu glared at me. "Give me back my —"

I quickly made him whisper, then dragged him to the bathroom. "Don't be noisy, do you know what I want this basin for?" I looked like I didn't want to live up to my expectations.

"What for?" Old Man Liu did not buy it, "No matter what, you can't fight with my grandson over this?"

"There's a master in my room, he's from Qingcheng Mountain. Count me in seven," I told him mysteriously.

"Master?" Old Man Liu turned his head and looked through the crack in the door. He saw the little monk sitting cross-legged on the bed with his back facing him, "What seven digits?"

"Other than the lottery ticket, what other seven digits are there worth counting?"

Old Man Liu opened his eyes wide, "Really?"

"Nonsense," I said, glancing at him. "You've only made a basin, and I've got a dog in it, and you haven't seen my dog in your basin."

Old Man Liu said, "Your dog has been eating western cuisine and drinking foreign wine.

I nodded. "The young master said that he would need to go into closed door cultivation for three days and three nights before he can calculate. If he needs anything during these few days when I'm not around, you must satisfy him." When the time comes, I'll tell you six out of seven figures. "

Old Man Liu, "Really?"

I nodded. "Then it's not fake!"

The Old Man Liu continued, "What I mean is, can he really calculate it?"

I curled my lips. "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. I'll believe it anyway!" After saying that, he turned around, intending to buy a big stuffed bun.

Old Man Liu quickly stopped me, "It's a deal, when the time comes, tell me six numbers!"

Without turning my head, I said, "That depends on your performance!"

"Don't worry," Old Man Liu patted his chest and said, "I will be here anytime!"

After buying more than a dozen steamed buns, he brought them back, "Little Monk, have breakfast first!" "No," I said.

The young monk jumped off the bed and ate a bun with me at the mahjong table. I had just finished eating one bun and the young monk had already finished the third. The two of us had finished eating and the young monk had finished eating the seventh. My god, this guy's appetite is really a big one.

These steamed buns were actually meant for him to eat twice … Looks like I'll have to buy one later.

Just as he was eating, Old Man Liu walked in shifty-eyed with four to five apples in his hands. Old Man Liu put down the apple and sat down on a chair by the mahjong table. He seemed to be staring at the little monk, until he calculated the number.

The young monk ate nine buns before stopping. After wiping his mouth and smiling at Old Man Liu, he climbed back onto the bed and sat down on it.

I quickly pushed the Old Man Liu out of the room. "What are you doing here?"

Old Man Liu said, "I was afraid that my young master would order me to do something and I won't be able to hear it from the outside!"

I said, "If you just watch from there, I won't be able to show my true abilities. I'm afraid I'll be taught by you."

Old Man Liu opened his mouth wide, "If that's the case, then I'll just wait outside!"

I nodded. "That's what you call a good comrade. Work hard and bring back your food on time. Serves you well. I might even tell you the seven numbers later!"

After persuading the Old Man Liu, I went back to my room. There were no more places in this room, I couldn't sleep on the mahjong table, so I bid my farewells to the little monk and told him to look for the Old Man Liu. Then, I came out.

There's no money in this bag, Mu Dagang will definitely stop with Ge'er's card, I need to find some money. Where can I find it? Of course I went to my shop.

Exiting the Fanjiayuan, he took a taxi and rushed straight towards the Village Chen. Compared to the last time I came to the Village Chen Gathering during the day, I basically didn't see any paper sellers. I was wondering what was going on when I saw Camel and a few of her lackeys pushing four or five small business people out of the village.

Seeing me, Camel and a few of his lackeys hurriedly bowed, "Elder Brother Snake!" That admiration was not an act. From the look in his eyes, it could be seen that it came from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on?" I asked, "When did you start bullying the market and you didn't even let go of your small businesses?"

"Elder Brother Snake, you are accusing me unjustly," said the camel, "They bought paper men from a large collection at the entrance of the village, and even said that they were from the Paper-man Zhang's Paper Doll Shop. Isn't this obviously selling fake goods?

The camel was still reasonable. When I saw that they were all beaten up by Frost, I asked, "What did you do to them?" You didn't make a move, right? " They only sold paper, so it wasn't easy for them to buy and sell small copies.

"We didn't curse or beat them," the camel explained. "We only confiscated their goods and then let them split the bamboo for an entire night …"

I nodded, "In the future, if anyone dares to call us Paper-man Zhang's Paper Doll Shop, we will do as you say!"

After talking with the camel for a while, they went straight to Paper Doll Shop, which was still overcrowded, and almost reached the village entrance. However, this time was much better than last time. A few delinquents were maintaining order, but when they saw the group of guys with colourful hair and earrings, no one caused any trouble.

When the hooligans saw me, they hurriedly greeted me. Seeing so many people looking at me, I felt embarrassed, so I nodded without greeting them, and went into the Paper Doll Shop.

Inside the Paper Doll Shop, there were also a few talkative little hoodlums waiting to receive guests. The one leading them was the yellow-haired man who was pointing a blade at Zhang Daoling, called an airplane. He didn't know whether this fellow was previously in a hotel to welcome him, but when he saw someone enter, he shouted, "Welcome!"

I spoke to them a few more times before I went into the back. Paper-man Zhang and Zhang Daoling had been released, and Paper-man Zhang had now given all the work he had on hand to the delinquents. Right now, he was only writing the last line of the LOGO with the words "Paper-man Zhang" on it. The workload had decreased a lot. The old man had been exhausted lately, so it was time for him to rest.

I went in, and just as we were talking, the Paper-man Zhang said, "Big brother, I was just about to go look for you, we did not manage to get our business license!"

"What happened?" I asked.

Zhang Daoling said, "I will go to the Trade and Industry Bureau to obtain a license. The Trade Bureau said that we were conducting feudal and superstitious activities, and there is no one like us in the industry category, so they gave me a perfunctory answer!"

I asked again, "Has the trademark been registered?"

Zhang Daoling nodded his head, "I've registered, take a look," and passed me a piece of paper.

I looked at the drawing of a person on the paper. It was a bit abstract, so I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see that the person was carrying a large club in his hand. Under his feet, there were three words: "Paper-man Zhang".

"I say, what is the meaning behind your painting?" I asked.

Zhang Daoling said, "Uncle, this person is you!"

"It's me?" I was surprised. "Why didn't I see that it was me? Besides, I didn't mention 'club'."

"That day, my dad and I discussed and felt that it would be better to use your image and my dad's name as a trademark, but neither of us could think of a nice image …" As Zhang Daoling said this, Paper-man Zhang suddenly coughed and interrupted him.

What do you mean you can't imagine my better image? How can this kid speak like that? The books must have been all written inside the dog's stomach. What happened to me? What happened to my image? But Zhang Daoling is still a junior after all, and I can't lower myself to the same level as him, so I could only dig a few holes at Paper-man Zhang, making him feel depressed.