Chapter 4 Visiting relatives and friends is 1.34 million
It was mid-August, and the weather was hot, so I sat around the stove. The hot pot was steaming, and the aroma of spicy oil penetrated my nose. It made my index fingers spread wide, and my chopsticks danced even more neatly than my sword skills.
People like us have seen a lot of things, let alone heard them. Even if a highly decomposed corpse covered with white maggots is placed in front of us, we have to eat it anyway, and our noses can automatically block the smell.
Zamao Xiaodao had eaten a lot before, and while he was digesting, he became curious and asked what was going on.
Yang Cao did not hide anything from me, saying that in recent days, three cases of tomb robbing occurred in a row in a township in Kaixian County, Dazhou. The methods were crude and blatant. The owners of the tombs robbed were all women, and they had just died. The local police
After the agency intervened in the investigation, they found that the matter was very strange. From the scene, it appeared that no outsiders had done anything. It seemed as if the body had been pried open from the inside of the coffin and the body crawled out on its own.
The local area organized manpower to conduct a search, but no bodies were found for a long time. This thing was a bit strange. Some people rumored that the female corpses had turned into zombies. The transformation of the corpses caused panic, so they reported it and asked for support, and the superiors sent him
A few people went over to take a look.
Although in order to save land and reduce pollution, the country has been promoting cremation since the founding of the People's Republic of China, burial is a long-standing traditional funeral method for most ethnic groups in our country. I don't know about the north. In the southern provinces, especially in remote rural areas, burial has always been
It's mainstream.
If there is a burial, there will be a corpse. It stands to reason that people should be buried in peace, but there are exceptions. If there is a place where Yin gathers, or if the deceased is disturbed, or if there is resentment in his heart before death, corpse transformation may indeed occur.
However, according to what Yang Cao said, it may not be a corpse transformation. It may be a good deed done by stupid people and foolish women in the countryside, or a trick made by wanderers who specialize in hunting ghosts, and the locals don't know.
, just spreading rumors.
These all need to be investigated, and no conclusion can be drawn. The Zamao Taoist who came from Maoshan is the best at this kind of things. He couldn't help but say a few more words, and Yang Cao wanted to arrest him and wanted to bring us together to take a look.
We were still preparing to go to Yucheng. Zamao Xiaodao quickly waved his hand and declined, but finally said that Yang Cao had no choice but to persuade us to drink.
Sitting with close friends, although the place is not high-end, it is quite refreshing to eat hot pot and drink wine. Zhao Xingrui doesn't talk much, and his face is habitually tense, but he is not ambiguous at all when drinking.
I never hesitate to drink a glass of wine and always drink it in one gulp.
Ever since Huiming died in the Nu River in southern Yunnan, his life has not been very easy. Although he was awarded the best student by the balance at that time, he was somewhat involved with Huiming and Mrs. Ke, and the leaders above did not use his courage.
, so he was sent back to the Southwest Bureau from the imperial capital - in fact, the Southwest Bureau had many former disciples and former officials of Huiming, and they were able to take good care of them. However, Zhao Chengfeng parachuted into the Southwest Bureau from the Central Committee and made bold moves, pulling and beating these people.
I was so anxious every day that I couldn't care about him.
Zhao Xingrui was still highly valued by Zhao Chengfeng before, but since he failed to pursue us last year, he has gradually been left out. Now he is hanging on a sinecure, doing nothing all day long. This is indeed a blow to the extremely ambitious old Zhao.
I couldn't help but feel a little decadent and depressed.
During the banquet, Zhao Xingrui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly found Zamao Xiaodao and asked Boss Chen of the Black Hand Shuang Cities if he wanted anyone else. Last time I saw Qin Zhen, Teng Xiao and the others, they were getting along like a fish in water under Boss Chen of the Southeast Bureau.
I also want to be seconded there.
Lao Zhao not only has a friendship with me as classmates, but also has the grace to save my life. He spoke with such difficulty, so naturally he couldn't neglect it. Zamao Xiaodao immediately contacted Secretary Dong and got in touch with his senior brother through him. Unexpectedly,
The senior brother actually knew Lao Zhao. After asking about his relationship with us, he decided that it was OK. It was almost time for Dong Zhongming to be released. He just lacked available manpower. Zhao Xingrui was the best in the 2009 training camp.
Students, if there are no problems during the probation period, then it is okay to work for him as an assistant.
After listening to the words conveyed by Zamao Xiaodao, Lao Zhao was quite excited. If he could really become the assistant of Black Hand Shuangcheng and squeeze into the small circle trusted by senior brother, I am afraid that he would definitely have a place in the religious bureau in the future.
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Lao Zhao was quite excited, his expression of dejection swept away, he raised his glass and drank three glasses of wine in a row.
Lao Zhao's mood got higher and he became more active. He recalled the scene when we were being chased that day, and he felt quite emotional. He patted me on the shoulder and said that in the training camp that day, because he had the highest basic level, he was also the best person.
He worked hard, so he didn’t really recognize me. Even after the training camp, he still felt that he could surpass Lu Zuo. It wasn’t until Maoshan collaborated with relevant departments to hunt down Zamao Xiaodao and me, but we managed to escape.
When he went out, he not only brought down many people, but also fought more and more fiercely, just like the Red Army who had completed the long march of thousands of miles and completed a transformation. This alone made him feel inferior and beyond his reach, and his sympathy turned into admiration.
Lao Zhao said that he was proud to have a classmate like me. I held his hand, looked at this disciple who was once his enemy, smiled sincerely, and said that I was the same.
The meal lasted until about three o'clock in the afternoon, the soup pot was almost dry, and the wine bottles were piled up like a mountain. Zhao Xingrui, who had always lived an ascetic life, was drunk. Yang Cao sent this guy back with a wry smile, nagging him about tomorrow.
He also said he was going to investigate the case, but he was so dizzy that he jumped into the river.
I stood still, Zamao Xiaodao's face was slightly red, but he was in high spirits. He saw that Qingcheng Mountain was near Jinguan City, so he called a car to take us there. We were all a little hot when we got on the car, but after a while,
A gust of cold wind blew, and I remembered that we did not have the contact information of Master Xiuyun. If Qingcheng Mountain is like Maoshan Mountain, a paradise and a paradise, with different appearance and appearance, I might be in vain if I go there this time.
The two of us discussed going back, but luckily Mr. Tiger Cat remembered that Wang Zhengyi was the senior leader of Dantai Bidong of Quanzhen Longmen Sect in Qingcheng Mountain, so we could just go there.
Along the way, it was already evening when we arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. We found a spring and washed our faces. After asking the locals for directions, we climbed up the steps and walked towards the ashram of Dantai Bidong. And the tiger skin
Master Cat didn't want to go to that Taoist land and went to look for food on his own.
It is lucky to say that when we arrived at the place, not only Wang Zhengyi was there, but also Master Xiuyun who sacrificed his life to save us that day. The two of them were playing chess under the pine tree in the night. There was a monk and a chess table in this way, and the fairy wind
Daogu looks like a rather leisurely and distant Zen state.
We went to pay our respects. The two elders were a little surprised and came over to return the favor.
After some pleasantries, he went back and sat down at the chess table. Master Xiuyun messed up the chess pieces on the chess board and said that a friend came from afar.
If you cheat, you will obviously lose. Master Xiuyun laughed like a child.
After sitting down, a Taoist boy brought me a pot of tea. A few people chatted and talked about the events of the day. I was full of gratitude. Master Xiuyun waved his hand and said with a modest smile: "Amitabha, this is a small matter, don't worry about it.
Under the circumstances at that time, anyone with a righteous heart would do this, let alone me, an old monk who has been fasting in front of the Buddha for so many years."
He touched his fat belly and spoke mockingly to himself, not caring.
I didn’t care about my kindness. Master Xiuyun was so free and open-minded. I didn’t show off. I bowed deeply again without saying anything. The tea was rough. The Taoist priest inside the temple picked the wild tea trees on the mountain and roasted it.
There was a hint of wonderful fragrance, which was really good. While drinking tea, the two masters asked about their escape experience that day.
There are many factions on Qingcheng Mountain. On that day, Laojun Pavilion Li Tengfei returned home in disgrace. If Li Zhaoxu, the chief elder of Laojun Pavilion, had not gone down the mountain, all the ancestral demon-killing flying swords would have been confiscated. Although Li Tengfei was sent to the northwest frontier by Li Zhaoxu afterwards,
But this news also reached them, and it became a joke for a while, but it also gave them a new perspective on our strength, and they became a little more curious about what happened that day.
Times have changed, and now that we have been rehabilitated, we do not hide much. We will focus on what happened after jumping off the Yangtze River Bridge that day. The journey was very difficult and dangerous, and the two of them sighed again.
This story is all leftovers. We have told it many times, but for Master Wang Zhengyi and Xiuyun, it is very new. They drank a pot of tea for a long time without realizing it, and the night was as cold as water. They just woke up and collected the leftover tea.
He got up and left us to stay here. We had no words for the night, and the next day Wang Zhengyi led us to meet his master, Taoist Master Xinping, and other outstanding disciples and masters of Dantai Bidong Dojo.
Jianghu people value friendship and friendship, and there is always no harm in getting to know more people.
We stayed in Qingcheng Mountain for a few days and got to know each other well with Wang Zheng, Master Xiuyun and the disciples of their sect. Unfortunately, that day when the ghost-faced robe brother met the white paper fan Luo Qingyu said, several unworldly immortals on Qingcheng Mountain were actually
We have not met each other, and we have few conversations with the practitioners in the mountains, which is a pity.
After reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, after leaving Qingcheng Mountain, Zamao Xiaodao and I called to say goodbye to Liu Sili, and then headed to Yucheng, where we found a village in the city who took us in for several days at the most dangerous moment of our escape.
What if we become brothers?
On the day we left here, we were chased by soldiers from the relevant departments. Wan Yicheng was detained for fifteen days on suspicion of harboring a fugitive. Later, he broke off the relationship with the intervention of his senior brother. When he saw us again, he
He looked around subconsciously, then sneakily pulled us into the house with a nervous look on his face. It was not until he learned that we had redressed our grievances that he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.
Friends didn't say much to express their gratitude, and they drank a lot of wine, forcing the man to crawl under the table.
After repaying double the money I borrowed, Zamao Xiaodao and I said goodbye to Wan Yicheng and went to the ghost town of Fengdu and the original site of the Yelangxi Sacrifice Hall. Unfortunately, the mountain collapsed, things and people had changed, and Brother Long could not be found.
trace.
I, Zamao Xiaodao, Duoduo, Xiaoyao, Fat Chongzi and Mr. Tiger Cat stood in front of the river and remembered Brother Long and Huowa for a while. Then we did not stop any longer and asked Wang Tiejun, the public affairs specialist of Mao Jin Office, to help us decide.
I bought the ticket and returned to Nanfang City.
Because my father will be transferred to the hospital in two days.