Chapter 17: You are responsible for the consequences
Because of a lingering obsession, Yuan Xiaoyue had been lingering in the last subway car like a ghost. When she knew that Zhu Jiang had not lied to her, the obsession disappeared. Going to the underworld was her final destination. If she stayed in the human world, she would be taken away by someone sooner or later. It might not be Wang Jingzhe but someone else. It's just that the Shedao lineage pays the most attention to fate and will not easily kill any living soul, even if it is a lonely ghost that once haunted her.
People who sell knives on sale pay the most attention to fate. This is because this lineage of people who sell knives on sale has revealed too many secrets of heaven. Their calculations with the help of their fingers can make accurate predictions, which can be considered as going against the will of heaven. A person's fate is predestined by heaven, but people who sell knives on sale can reveal the secrets of heaven in just one word. From the perspective of Taoism, this has five disadvantages and three shortcomings.
Widowhood, orphanage, loneliness and disability are the five evils; money, life and power are the three deficiencies. This world has its own rules, but the Shedao lineage has changed these rules. After seeing through the secrets of heaven, they are bound to be punished by heaven, so they will inevitably commit the five evils and the three deficiencies, just like those fortune tellers who are really good at fortune telling are definitely blind, because God doesn't want that. You have seen the way forward for too many people, and in the end the retribution will fall on yourself.
Therefore, people who buy knives on credit will never act rashly, in order to avoid killing lives and spirits and being contaminated by too many causes and effects that cannot be eliminated!
Don't use your fists easily to solve problems that can be solved with reason. The same is true in reverse. When reason doesn't work, sometimes you have to use your fists. After all, the person who sells knives on credit is holding a knife in his hand.
After Yuan Xiaoyue disappeared, Zhu Jiang also resolved his knot in his heart, and Wang Qing no longer had to worry about being haunted by some female ghost in his dreams.
After a night, the next morning, Wang Qing and Wang Jingzhe came out of the hotel after a long sleep. The next night, Wang Qing's complexion had improved a lot, the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared, and he didn't look so listless anymore.
"After you go back, eat something to replenish your energy and take care of your body, otherwise you will be sick for a few days." Wang Jingzhe gave him a few instructions and turned away. The fate of the two who met by chance almost ended here.
"Hey, sir, sir, can I ask you something?" Wang Qing followed in small steps.
Wang Jingzhe glanced at him and said nothing. Wang Qing continued, "Are you in need of an apprentice? Do you think I have outstanding looks and a unique talent? Do I have the talent to learn from you?"
“I really didn’t see that…”
"Okay, if being an apprentice isn't an option, I can do odd jobs or something. I'm not picky. Just follow me and you'll provide me with food," Wang Qing said attentively, licking his little face.
Wang Jingzhe said speechlessly: "You don't choose, but I do, and I don't like you."
"I'll give you money, isn't that enough? Just tell me how much you want."
Wang Jingzhe was too lazy to pay attention to him. He carried his bag and hurried to the bus stop. He still had to go to Maoer Hutong. Wang Qing was not willing to give in and followed him, chattering.
"We are destined to be together. Isn't this something you guys value in your line of work? Don't let fate slip away when we meet. Will you accept me?"
"Really? I think it's quite troublesome for you to travel the world alone. I can do the job of a miscellaneous assistant. Can't you take me in?"
Arriving at the bus stop, Wang Jingzhe folded his arms and waited for the bus to come. Wang Qing said unwillingly: "Can you spare some time from your busy schedule to come and perfunctorily deal with me?"
Wang Jingzhe sighed helplessly and said, "Can't you see that I'm not busy at all? I just don't want to bother with you. Can you be a little more considerate?"
After Wang Qing held it in for a long time, he said weakly: "Well, if it doesn't work, tell me your phone number so that I can find you if I have any problems in the future. If you don't give it to me, I will follow you forever."
"Can you please have some shame?" Wang Jingzhe said dejectedly.
"Pa, pa." Wang Qing slapped his face and said shamelessly: "How much is this thing per pound? It's not worth much, what do I need it for?"
In the end, Wang Jingzhe could no longer defeat this idiot who was so thick-skinned that he could keep 100,000 Huns outside the Great Wall. After telling Wang Qing his phone number, he left happily.
Since Wang Qing and Zhu Jiang's troubles were resolved in advance, Wang Jingzhe freed up a day and came to Maoer Hutong in advance. He estimated that the old man who looked after the courtyard should have talked to the Feng family, so he came to see if the bill could be settled today.
After entering the alley, Wang Jingzhe came to the door of the innermost courtyard and knocked on the door knocker. After a while, the old man opened the door and frowned when he saw the person outside and asked, "You are here again?"
"Have you told the people in the Feng family what I said?" Wang Jingzhe asked with a smile.
"Are you here to make trouble, kid? What's the use of a kitchen knife from more than 20 years ago? Go away, do what you need to do and don't mess around here. I've asked Tianliang, and the old man never said anything. Hurry up and leave," the old man urged impatiently and was about to close the door.
"Pah." Wang Jingzhe supported the gate with one hand, frowned and said, "You passed on my words intactly?"
"Hey, didn't I tell you to stop messing around here, okay?"
Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and said, "Then I have something to say. Please tell the Feng family again. If they don't admit it, they will have to bear the consequences themselves."
"Turn right and walk 300 meters out of the alley. It's the Maoer Hutong Police Station. If I call the police, they'll be here in less than two minutes. Do you believe it?"
"Haha, okay..." Wang Jingzhe let go of his hand, took two steps back, threw away his robe, took out a kitchen knife from his bag with his right hand, and suddenly threw it at the plaque on the porch.
"Shua"
The kitchen knife flew out of his hand and headed straight for the plaque on the door. With a muffled "puff" sound, half of the blade actually went straight in, about twenty centimeters deep.
The fine solid wooden plaque was like a piece of tofu, and Wang Jingzhe stabbed it with a knife cleanly and neatly.
The kitchen knife was stuck right between the two big words "Feng Zhai".
The old man looked at him in astonishment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He looked up at the kitchen knife on the plaque, pointed at him in shock and anger and shouted, "Are you looking for trouble?"
"You will bear the consequences at your own risk!" Wang Jingzhe said this in a resounding voice and turned away, completely ignoring the old man's curses behind him. A moment later, his figure in a long robe disappeared at the entrance of the alley.
The tradition of selling knives on credit, and fortune-telling about the future, is inherently against the harmony of nature. You can buy on credit or owe money, but there is no reason to refuse to pay back the debt.
The old man jumped up and down and cursed for a long time, then he went back to the yard and brought a ladder over, trying to take the kitchen knife off the plaque, but he stretched out his hand and pulled for a long time, and the kitchen knife remained stuck there and did not move at all, and he could not pull it out at all.
