Chapter 4 The two big brothers are their own people
Although the Evil Spirit Cult is a huge nationwide organization, after the Three Antis and Five Antis in the early days of liberation and ten years of turmoil, it has basically been divided into independent and independent groups.
, local groups like the Yutou Gang are the basic structure. In addition to achieving the most basic unity of the same spirit, it is impossible to achieve the purpose of centralization, and it is impossible to integrate small groups and small groups scattered everywhere.
Come together and truly become a trustworthy and threatening force.
This situation lasted until the late 1980s, when Little Buddha was born. With the support of Wang Xinjian, the left envoy of the Evil Spirit Cult at that time, he became the marshal of the Evil Spirit Cult in one fell swoop. He was nearly thirty years old.
I have been doing one thing for many years, and that is the Unification of Evil Spirit Cult.
This is a long and arduous task, and it is as difficult as reaching the sky. However, Little Buddha relied on his superhuman courage and charm to slowly advance the matter, especially in obtaining the Twelve Magic Stars.
With the support of most people, the Buddha Hall was established, thus laying the foundation for his unification of evil spirits.
Our trip to Xianghu this time to attend a gathering of Xieling Cult members from all over the country was actually an important means for Xieling Cult to enhance its internal cohesion. That day also gave us an opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Zamao Xiaodao and I were pulled directly to the train station by a dark van, and we were given two sleeper tickets to Chenzhou, Xianghu. Looking at the time, we saw that it was only twenty minutes before the train departed.
Holding the ID cards of Zhang Jian and Gao Haijun, I hurried through the security check and got on the bus without any danger. The train started. I lay on the bed and took out the eight-treasure bag given by my senior brother to look at it carefully.
This is a small cloth bag the size of a palm. The material of the cloth bag is neither gold nor silk. It is an old gray color. It is worn with a red thread with a complicated braid. There are two bronze coins from the Qianlong period at the closing edge. It is a bit like Feng Shui.
The amulets sold in the store are not fancy in appearance, but one advantage is that even if you put something as thick and big as a ghost sword inside, it will still be only as big as a palm, which is simply wonderful.
In this way, all my tattered things, including the two Duoduo, were packed inside. The same was true for the miscellaneous hairy trail. Except for the tiger cat sitting far behind us, there was
The little green dragon also lazily attached itself to the Thunder Punishment and took it into it. Such an eight-treasure bag is really an extremely magical weapon. Zamao Xiaodao couldn't put it down. He didn't say anything after getting in the car and kept talking.
Do some research and try to find some clues.
After three consecutive days and two nights of concentrated study, although we were not exerting ourselves due to our cultivation level, we were still a little tired after all. I was very interested when I encountered something interesting to look for on the miscellaneous trail. However, I had no interest in learning about these eight treasures.
The reason why the bag can store items several times larger than itself is something that should be left to smart people. As for me, it is only right to have a good sleep and recharge my batteries.
Chenzhou is the south gate of Xianghu Province. I have been there before, when the armed police commander Wu Gang was haunted by evil spirits when he was first exterminating the dwarf mules. I was entrusted by Ma Haibo to go there, and this time it was the third time.
Second time.
The distance between Nanfang City and Chenzhou is not that far. If you take the high-speed train, it only takes one and a half hours to reach the West Railway Station. If the train starts with K, it only takes more than four hours. As soon as I closed my eyes, this
Before I had even slept, I felt someone pushing me and gently shouting in my ear: "Zhang Jian, hey, wake up, we're here."
The name turned around twice in my mind. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw a yellow-faced man shouting at me. Then I subconsciously sat up straight and muttered: "Ah, so fast!"
After packing our overly simple luggage, the two of us followed the crowd and got off the train. The temperature outside was a bit cold. I felt excited. I looked at the strange passengers around me and the yellow-faced man next to me, and took a long breath.
, thinking that I might have to live as someone else for a long time.
At the end of February and the beginning of March, it happened to be the peak period of the student wave and the return wave of migrant workers. There were still a lot of people at the train station. Zamao Xiaodao and I each took Zhang Jianhe's navy luggage and squeezed out of the passenger entrance-an important private
All the supplies have been put away in eight-treasure bags. There are not many things in this bag. In addition to a few changes of clothes and toiletries that I need to bring when I go out, there is also a tortoise shell tablet used to prove that I am a disciple of Min Mo.
, and a collection of novels "South of the Border, West of the Sun" by Haruki Murakami.
To be honest, I was quite amused when I read this book. I didn’t expect that Zhang Jian, in addition to being a disciple of Min Mo, was also an older man with a literary and artistic temperament.
Except for the book, there is not much difference between Zamao Xiaodao and my luggage. There are no magic weapons worth talking about. It seems that these two guys have mastered the "Great Self-Contemplation of Six Desires Heaven Heart Sutra".
In addition, as far as practice is concerned, they are really poor and have nothing. Of course, this may be because Min Mo died in a hurry and did not leave anything behind, but their wallets are bulging, with a lot of money in them.
The number is all ours to accept at this moment.
No matter where the train station is, it is a place with a lot of people. We arrived in the evening. At this time, the lights were already on, and the weather was gray, which made people feel unhappy. When we left the train station, the alleys were still wet.
I was discussing where to go for dinner, and I felt acutely that I was being watched.
Who was coming? I didn’t have a chance to see, so I made an assessment in my mind, but I carried the bag quietly and walked away. As a result, three or four people crowded towards us, brushing against each other, and then a sharp blade was pointed towards us.
He scratched it through my trouser pocket.
Thief!
As soon as this group showed off their moves, I felt much calmer. There are large and small theft gangs living near the train station. This is something that is easy to think of. As long as these people have nothing to do with the Evil Spirit Cult, then they dare
To provoke me and Zamao Xiaodao is like lighting a lantern in a latrine - courting death.
To put it bluntly, as a pickpocket thief, the technique of suddenly cutting the pocket just now can be regarded as a proficient skill. If you want to master this technique, you will have to practice hard for three years to stir-fry soybeans with meat palm. If
I am an ordinary traveler, and I am sure he would have fallen prey to this trick without even realizing it. However, for me, it was like a toddling child just learning to walk. My hands were like lightning, and I grabbed that finger.
I held the blade in my hand and pulled gently, and the man was pulled up by me.
My hand was like an iron hoop. No matter how hard I shook this person, I couldn't get rid of him. At the same time, Zamao Xiaodao also took action and kicked the guy who attacked him to the ground. He smiled coldly.
His lean, yellow face looked particularly terrifying.
There was a sudden change, and several men pretending to be crowded immediately surrounded us, talking in strange dialects around us, and blocking our sight at the same time.
I said coldly to the short man whose hand was caught by me and whose face was purple from holding back: "Don't play tricks in front of me. I haven't seen anything before. If you want to end this matter, kneel on the ground."
Kowtow to me three times, and then roll as far as you can."
The person who attacked me was the leader of the group. He originally wanted to be tougher, but when I pinched him, all his integrity shattered to the ground along with the bones in his hand. His legs went weak and he knelt down towards me.
I kowtowed and confessed my crime, snorted coldly, let him go, ignored this group of anxious thieves, and left with Zamao Xiaodao.
We walked towards the square outside the station without looking back. Zamao Xiaodao said softly: "Did these people do this on purpose?"
I nodded and said, but I don’t know if it’s the enemies of these two unlucky guys or the people from the Evil Spirit Cult who came to pick them up. We can’t be sure, and we don’t want to make the matter a big deal, so we can only let them go. The contact person of Zhang Jian and Gao Haijun is me.
Yang Zhenxin, a high school classmate of mine, came to Chenzhou this time and agreed to stay at a hotel in Beihu District. Someone would come and contact us. So he didn’t stay any longer and waited for a taxi next to the train station square. It turned out that this city was really not good.
It was easy to take a taxi, but I had no choice but to take the bus.
Yang Zhenxin had already booked the room with his help. We arrived at the hotel, completed the check-in procedures, and called him twice, but got no response. This was something that had been expected for a long time. If it hadn't been for his disappearance, we would have
Naturally, senior brother will not trouble us because of this matter.
I have been very energetic and focused these past few days, but as a result, I was hungry. Zamao Xiaodao and I left the hotel and went to find food nearby. The urban area of Chenzhou is not big, but as the southern gate of Xianghu Province, it is also home to coal mines and non-ferrous metals.
The center of the metal city is quite prosperous. Past the Imperial City of Friendship, there are restaurants and nightclubs everywhere. We didn’t deliberately find a restaurant that looked pretty good and ordered a table of spicy food.
Local dishes - Guiyang stuffed tofu, Jiahe blood duck, Yongxing Ma Tian tofu, Qijia bacon... I felt so comfortable after eating. It was late at night and I was full of wine and food.
Back at the hotel, the two of them got on the elevator smelling drunk, shaky, as if they couldn't walk. However, when we opened the door and walked in, their faces changed and they looked calm.
After looking around, I walked to the clinical closet and yanked it hard. I pulled out a person from it and threw it on the bed. Without saying a word, Zamao Xiaodao cursed and slapped him over.
The bandit hiding in the closet was so beaten that he was blinded by stars.
Zamao Xiaodao and I had a tacit understanding, and we just beat him up without asking. As a result, the man cried and said, "Two eldest brothers, my dear brothers, we are our own!"