Start from miscellaneous fish to gain experience and cultivate immortality

Chapter 12 Mental illness and ghost possession

"Of course, do you think this kind of selection is just a test of personal ability? It also tests your worldliness and your connections.

It is estimated that your cousin will know the selection method and the person in charge of the selection. If you know the selection method in advance, you will have a month to prepare. With targeted preparation, the possibility of passing will be much greater than those without targeted preparation. .

If the person in charge of selection can be slightly biased towards you during the selection, your chances of passing will be much higher. Why should they help you if they are not relatives? "

"Silver?" Chen Zheng was stunned.

"Yes, what else can you give them?" Wang Shen asked.

"You are really smart, tsk!"

"Okay, let's get going." After that, Wang Shenyou picked up the Taoist scripture with the cover torn off.

"Reading again?"

"I haven't understood this book yet, and I don't know when I will!" Wang Shen said with emotion.

"Don't be stunned. I'm leaving first. I'll come back to you after I've made inquiries." After saying this, Chen Zheng left in a hurry, just as he came and left in a hurry.

"Silly boy, it's so easy to become the gang leader's direct disciple, so how could it be the turn of someone with no identity or background?" Wang Shen said softly, looking at Chen Zheng's leaving figure.

He had experienced this kind of thing a lot in his previous life, so he thought that some units had posted recruitment information, saying it was fair competition and merit-based admissions, but in fact it had already been pre-decided.

No matter how hard you work, you can't compare to someone from the second or third generation.

This era is similar. There are unspoken rules in every era. The identities of direct disciples and adopted sons are almost the same. These are very close people and should be focused on cultivating.

The room regained its calm, and Wang Shen continued to study.

"Well, they say that after reading a book a hundred times, its meaning will reveal itself. I have read this book more than a thousand times, and it still doesn't work. Is it possible that I have to read it ten thousand times, or is my method inherently wrong?"

After getting this Taoist scripture, he initially read it five or six times a day, then increased it to ten times, and then increased it to twenty or thirty times a day. In the past few months, he had not read a thousand times. How many times?
  It can’t be said that there are no benefits. At least now I can fall into silence very quickly, sleep well at night, and rarely dream.

There were also one or two times when I had a flash of inspiration and felt like I was going to realize something, but nothing happened!

Isn't it enough to just read one book, but also read several other Taoist scriptures? Can stones from other mountains be used to attack jade?
  The more Wang Shen thought about it, the more he felt that he had to find a way to get some other Taoist scriptures to read, but where to find them?

"Oh, yes."

He thought about the family where he got this scripture. There was a shelf of books there, and he remembered that there seemed to be other scriptures in it.

"Go and have a look. Borrow a few books. If that's not possible, you can buy a few."

Thinking of this, Wang Shen immediately went out and went straight to the young man's home. Before he could reach the door, he saw smoke coming out of the house.

"Have you started lighting a fire to cook at this hour?"

He came to the door and knocked on the door. No one answered, but he vaguely heard someone talking inside.

"What's the use of these? They're worthless!" The tone was quite angry.

Through the crack in the door, you can vaguely see the firelight dancing in the house.

"what's the situation?"

Wang Shen, who was standing outside, was stunned when he heard the words of the man inside.

"Isn't this about self-immolation? Don't burn those books!"

Thinking of this, he stood up, raised his hand to hook the blue bricks on the wall, used his strength in his arms, and rushed up with his body, came to the top of the wall, climbed over the wall into the courtyard, and rushed directly into the house.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a fire burning inside. He rushed into the house and was stunned when he saw the situation in the room. The young people in the room were also stunned, with confused faces.

In the house, there was a big fire pit, and there was a flame burning in the fire pit, but what was burning was not firewood, but books. A skinny young man was sitting aside with a book in his hand, which he was tearing up and preparing to throw into the fire pit.     “You, who are you?”

"Why are you burning books?" Wang Shen looked around and found that at least half of the books on the bookshelf in the room were missing. Turning his head to look at the ashes in the brazier, Wang Shen felt distressed.

"What does it matter to you if I burn books? Who are you and why do you break into private houses?"

Wang Shen didn't say anything. He walked to the young man's side, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it.

Ah, the young man grinned, loosened his hand, and the book in his hand fell to the ground. Wang Shen picked it up and looked at it. It was a history book.

"You can tell the ups and downs by using history as a mirror, so good for you!"

"Who are you? Get out quickly. If you don't leave, I will report you to the police!" the young man said sternly.

Wang Shen ignored him and walked to the bookshelf and looked at the books on the shelf.

"It's a pity that I'm late. How much are these books? I bought them." Wang Shen said.

"What, you want to buy these books?" The young man was stunned after hearing this.

"Yes, it's a pity to burn it. Please give me a price."

"Okay, okay, one hundred taels!" The young man was stunned and then became ecstatic, with a bit of madness in his eyes.

"A hundred taels? The lion opened his mouth, you really dare to ask for it! Is your life worth a hundred taels?"

"Eighty taels." The young man changed his words.

"Ten taels." Wang Shen bid directly.

"Ten taels? No, too few. These books were left to me by my father. It took him a long time to accumulate so many books. This is his hard work!"

"Your ancestors' hard work has been burnt by you, so you're not worried that your father will come out from below at night, slap you, and then take you down?"

"He? A scholar, useless!"

Wang Shen took out a piece of silver from his waist and threw it to the young man.

"These books are mine!"

"Okay, give it to you, give it all to you!" The young man stopped looking at Wang Shen and stared at the silver in his hand, with only silver in his eyes.

Wang Shen bought another broken wooden box from the young man, packed all the books into the wooden box, and prepared to carry it away.

When he went out, he heard a thud behind him. When he turned around, the man fell to the ground with his head tilted up. His body was twitching. Wang Shen hurriedly put down the box and stepped forward. After checking that he was still breathing, he raised his hand and pinched hard. Among young people, there was no reaction.

Bang bang, Wang Shen raised his hand and slapped the young man several times.

The young man opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were cold and his face was expressionless.

"Who are you?" The tone was also very cold, completely different from the slightly crazy young man just now.

"What's going on? Did you fall silly?"

"I am your savior." Wang Shen said.

"You, save me? Why do I need others to save me?" The young man stood up suddenly, with a somewhat unruly aura about him.

"Is this split personality, mental illness, ghost possession?"

(End of this chapter)