Psychic Tattoo - Chapter 97 Yin Shave

Chen Sanli said to me, “The monk gave me my parents’ hair. The hair of Huang Erlang and Chen Xian’er. Do you remember?”

“Yes.”

Chen Sanli said he followed his adoptive parents to Hong Kong, where he started a new life, and later he became a professor at the Chinese University of Hong Kong.

Ten years ago, DNA technology was rapidly evolving.

Chen Sanli had an old friend who was a professor of biology. Once, when they were drinking, the old friend told him how advanced modern DNA technology had become.

Chen Sanli remembered that he had a bag containing his parents’ hair. He asked his friend to help check if the DNA of the hair was really his parents’.

Later, the professor found that the DNA belonged to two people, and that the woman was Chen Sanli’s mother, but the man was not Chen Sanli’s father.

In a nutshell, Chen Sanli was not the son of Huang Erlang.

“You’re not Huang Erlang’s son?” I asked him.

He said that his mother got close to a young man in order to make Huang Erlang angry. His father, in fact, was that man.

Chen Sanli said that after spending a lot of time uncovering the mystery of the Chen family. He went to the Wild Dragon villa to burn paper, and told the truth to Huang Erlang.

After he finished these things, he went back to the library and pasted the pattern of the weasel that the monk had given him to the Chen family history.

The pattern was a weasel in a wedding suit.

Chen Sanli said again, “When I was done, I returned to Hong Kong. I have the habit of paying attention to mainland news, and after a few days, I found out that there was a rumor that said that many people died in the Wild Dragon villas. I knew the resentment of the weasel was resurrected.”

He was very worried, but he dared not return to the Wild Dragon villa.

This was the story of the weasel.

Feng Chunsheng said to me, “That Yin and Yang tower may have caused some difficulties to the weasel, because now the weasel can’t go out of that villa area. Otherwise, it would have immediately killed Chen Sanli.”

Alas.

I sighed and said to Chen Sanli, “Professor Chen, the weasel wanted us to take you to see him. I called you because I saw no other way. However, if you go to see the weasel, you could die. I don’t know what to do.”

On one side was Brother Yu’s life; on the other was Chen Sanli’s life. I could not make that choice.

I did not know what to do, at this time Chen Sanli said, “I have to go to the ghost house. I have to see my father.”

He still treated the weasel as his father.

He said that his father had killed many people in the past. If he had been bolder and returned, he might not have killed so many people.

“I am the cause of the matter; I bear it alone.” Chen Sanli said to me, “There is nothing more to say. I will make preparations over the next three days. Three days from now, you and I will go to the ghost house together.”

Huang Erlang requited the favors of the Chen Family. He brought wealth from far away to show his appreciation, but the Chen family was very greedy and they tricked Huang Erlang to death.

Huang Erlang was grateful, Chen Xian’er was kind-hearted; the story started as a fairy tale.

Huang Erlang was resentful, Chen Xian’er was vain and greedy; the story ended as a nightmare.

This nightmare was still going on.

If Chen Sanli went to the ghost house, could he end this nightmare? I did not know. I could only wait three days and see.

I said goodbye to Chen Sanli. Feng Chunsheng asked me, “Shui, you will be very rich in the future. Will you be as kind-hearted as you are now?”

If it was a long time ago, I might have answered his question without hesitation.

But now, I thought for a long time and said, “I don’t know.”

Feng Chunsheng smiled. He smiled cheerfully and said, “I have made mistakes before. I had money and my whole personality changed. I hated myself. Now, if there is another chance, I might have a way to fight against money.”

“What way?”

“Never forget your beginner’s mind.” He lay on the table and fell asleep. He was drunk.

While Chen Sanli was telling us the story of the weasel and the ghost house, Feng Chunsheng had been drinking. Has he ever encountered something like Huang Erlang?

I shook my head. I pulled him back up and took him to my place.

In the evening, I did not have the strength to send him home, so I let him sleep on my bed. I slept on the floor.

The next morning, he woke up screaming, “Oh my god!”

I narrowed my eyes at him and whispered, “Have you taken your medicine? Why are you shouting in the morning, damn it?”

“My butt hurts! What did you do to me last night?” he screamed.

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, “Fuck off! You drank too much; you got hemorrhoids. Go to the toilet. When you finish, I have to go.”

He smiled and grabbed his phone on the way to the toilet. He said, “Shui, I can’t drink with you from now. My butt hurts.”

Fuck off.

I grabbed the quilt and covered my head.

I fell asleep again. I didn’t sleep long until my cell phone rang.

I did not want to answer. I thought it was Feng Chunsheng calling me from the toilet to mess with me.

“Brother Chun, you’re such an ass. Be careful your hemorrhoids don’t grow in your throat!” I screamed.

The phone still rang.

I really couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed the phone and looked, but it was not Feng Chunsheng’s phone number; it was Cang Shu’s.

I sat up and answered the phone, “Cang Shu, what’s the matter?”

“There is an old man in the tattoo shop asking for a Yin and Yang Tattoo.”

It was a big job, worth tens of thousands of Yuan.

I hastened to say to her, “No problem, no problem, I’ll go there now.”

When Feng Chunsheng came out from the toilet, I dragged him out the door.

Because he drank yesterday, he did not drive the car back home. We first took the bus to get the car, and then drove to the tattoo shop.

When I got to the tattoo shop with him, I found that Cang Shu was massaging an old man.

The old man shook his cattail leaf fan and slept, not knowing how comfortable he was.

I thought Cang Shu was good at serving the guests.

When I entered the tattoo room, I looked at the old man. He looked familiar After a long time, I shouted, “Uncle Ma, is that you?”

The old man opened his eyes upon hearing me, laughed, and said, “Shui, you are doing well. You must have made a lot of money to open a shop in the city.”

Then, Uncle Ma waved his hands again and said, “Thank you little girl, I am very comfortable. You are even better than I am.”

Cang Shu smiled and went to the front desk.

I asked Uncle Ma, “Uncle, why are you here today?”

“I’m here for my son. Come on, sit down. Sit first.” Uncle Ma had me sit on the sofa. Then, he said, “Shui, as a Yin and Yang Tattoo master, you are definitely a person in the ghost business. We are in the same business.”

While Uncle Ma was speaking with me, he suddenly noticed Feng Chunsheng. He stood up abruptly and said, “Yo, Mr. Feng?”

“It is me, Brother Ma. I have not seen you for many years. Have you lost your craft?” Feng Chunsheng smiled at Uncle Ma.

Uncle Ma was also in the ghost business. he said that this year, his business couldn’t make much money. Hidden away in a small village, it was inconvenient for ordinary people.

Feng Chunsheng also nodded and said, “You were not born at the right time for your craft. It is a pity.”

What kind of craft did Uncle Ma have? What kind of a Yin person was he?

In fact, Uncle Ma was a barber.

A barber in the old style.

In the olden days, barbers did not just shave hair massage and so on.

Uncle Ma had a skill called a Yin Shave. He was a simple barber normally, but he did a bit of Yin shaving every now and then.

What was a Yin shave? Evil ghosts lay on a person’s back. His Yin shave could shave away the evil ghost.

But to be honest, Uncle Ma did not often do the Yin Shave, because there was little demand for it.

Twenty years ago, barber shops were state-owned enterprises. Uncle Ma shaved well and earned high wages. He was envied by other people very much.

But eventually, his traditional shaving craft was replaced by more fashionable barbers. These days, people followed the latest fashion. They wanted disorderly cuts, which looked chic, cold, cool.

Uncle Ma could only do crew cuts and buzz cuts, and his craft was not all about hairstyle. He still had other matching craft skills.

Although Uncle Ma still had a lot of loyal customers, he disliked the trendy hair salons and barbershops, and said those people were bad at cutting hair but asked for more than ten Yuan only to barely cut anything away. He was very unhappy, and moved his practice back to his hometown.

He went there for five days a week and returned to the city on Saturdays and Sundays. There were a lot of loyal customers who still came to him to shave.

My master was a big fan of his, too.

Once, my master said, “Is a shave just a shave? It’s enjoyment.”

My master told me a traditional haircut required shave, apply, drill, press, hammer, hit the fire. If one of these steps was missing, it wasn’t called a true shave.

I remember that when my master was dying, he had me take him to Uncle Ma to shave his head for the last time.

Shave, steam, to clean the eyes, press, hammer, hit the fire. What did they mean?

These were the six great skills of a Yin shave.