Li Changan was a little surprised. He didn't have many friends, and none of them knew his new address.
Logically speaking, there are few visitors.
According to a group of ghosts at home, only two people came to the door during the time he traveled through time. One was Zhang Dali, an old liar, who probably encountered some trouble again; the other was the landlord Liu Zhugan, who had been drinking
After two ounces of wine, I plucked up the courage to collect the rent. Unfortunately, after howling a few times outside the door, I fell drunk and lay on the doorstep all night.
It turns out that neither of them entered the house, which disappointed the bunch of bored people at the door.
I don’t know which one of them is knocking on the door right now?
The Taoist priest was about to get up.
"Crunch."
The door opened by itself.
Then, I heard a terrible wind and ghosts crying and howling.
thief?
That's not right, why would a thief knock on the door?
While I was thinking about it, the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong sound in the living room became a little strange, and I could faintly hear Boss Wu whimpering and howling:
"Help."
The Taoist priest raised his brows and his expression became a little strange. He grabbed the long sword and as soon as he left the storage room, he saw Chang Wei beating...well, it was two men in black suits catching a few ghosts and beating them up.
Seeing Li Changan coming out, one of them turned around and strode over. As he approached, he put his right hand into his arms.
Li Changan's eyes flashed, and he unsheathed his sword.
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"So, you two are actually national civil servants?"
A moment later, living room.
A group of ghosts huddled in the nooks and crannies, leaving Li Changan and two men in black suits to sit down on the sofa.
The Taoist priest held a certificate with the national emblem embedded in his hand and looked through it for a while, then scratched his head and handed it back, taking a closer look at the two black suits.
Although these two people are dressed the same, wearing black suits, big-toe shoes, and square sunglasses, their personal appearances are completely different. When they are put together, they are very eye-catching.
The person sitting next to you on the left is tall and fat, with a fair and delicate complexion and long, beautiful black hair. He looks like Gao Xiaosong with a filter. He smiles broadly and nods in agreement to Li Changan's questions.
The person sitting next to me on the right is Song Xiaobao, who is thin, small, and dark-looking. There is no grass growing on the door above, and he looks like he has stumbled into a Buddhist temple.
While stroking a brand-new band-aid on his neck, he stared at Li Changan dimly.
The Taoist priest felt strangely uncomfortable and thought that it was not all my fault. Two men in black suits broke into the house and took the guy out of his arms as soon as they met. No one would have thought that what you took out was your ID instead of a gun.
The Taoist priest was not a person who liked to mince words. After being embarrassed for a moment, he got straight to the point and asked:
"Why did you two come to the house? Could it be that you were checking the water meter?"
These words were not polite, but the two men in black suits didn't take it seriously and looked like they were used to it.
"Gao Xiaosong" laughed, smoothed his hair, waved his hands and said:
"It's nothing. Mr. Li didn't break any laws. Secondly, he helped the police deal with an out-of-control cup master. It's too late for a reward. We are just representing the department and came to do a routine registration."
"department?"
The Taoist priest smiled playfully when he heard this word.
"Dragon group?"
"How can a serious unit be called this?"
"Gao Xiaosong" smiled and nodded to himself.
"Formal introduction, Special Investigation Section, under the Ministry of National Security."
"Zhong Huan Su."
"Xiang Jizhen."
The Taoist priest nodded.
"Li Changan."
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The pleasantries are over, let’s get down to business.
The fat, long-haired man named Zhong Huansu took out a tablet computer from his briefcase, pulled up a blank form, and started asking questions.
At the beginning, they were just general questions without going into depth, so the Taoist priests naturally answered them readily.
But after a while, I asked about the joints.
Li Changan also cheered up, sat up straight, and prepared for the attack.
"Which art did Mr. Li learn?"
"Taoism."
"Can you reveal your mentorship?"
"Go to Jingmen and learn from Xuanjizi."
"Scenery?"
When asked about this, Zhong Su looked thoughtful.
"Third Parts of Taiwei, Eight Scenes and Twenty-Four True Treasures?"
Li Changan nodded, not surprised that he saw the origin of Taoism.
Strange to say, except for the different eras, the two worlds are basically the same in other places. The gods, legends, customs, languages, and races are almost exactly the same. The relationship between them can't help but make people daydream.
As for the "Xuanjizi" mentioned by the Taoist priests, Zhong Huansu must have never heard of it, but he didn't ask in detail.
First, in his opinion, this Xuanjizi might be an expert hermit.
Secondly, he might be an ordinary person... What is lacking in modern times is not the method of practice, but the foundation of practice - spiritual energy. This means that only those with extraordinary talents or great opportunities can learn the secrets. There are often masters
The situation is like holding on to the inheritance for a lifetime and only wandering outside the door, but the apprentice is able to enter the door of spiritual practice by some strange combination of circumstances.
Next, I asked a few more innocuous questions.
"Excuse me, what is Mr. Li good at?"
The Taoist priest answered honestly: "Kill the demons and eliminate them."
Zhong Huansu smiled and was noncommittal.
"If the country recruits him, will Mr. Li be willing to contribute to the country?"
"As long as it's clean and ethical."
Zhong Huansu nodded, put away the tablet, said "Thank you for your cooperation", and actually said goodbye and left.
Li Changan was dumbfounded for a moment.
Just asking these questions, then by being so prepared, wouldn't it be that you are flirting with a blind man?
"Is this the end?"
"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Li?" Fatty Changmao looked back in confusion, "Oh, do you want to ask for precautions?"
"There's nothing to worry about, just don't break the law."
The Taoist priest was speechless for a while, staring at the fat and thin man with his big eyes.
Not long after.
"puff."
The skinny and bald man named Xiang Jizhen was the first to stop holding it in, burst out laughing, shook his head and said:
"You young people all have persecution delusions. You think that with just one or two tricks, you can become a national security problem, and the government will do whatever you want to do to you."
"What kind of world is this? In the age of the end of Dharma, spiritual energy is exhausted. All practitioners are just loaches jumping in the mud. What kind of climate can they become?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the Taoist priest with a vague look.
"Even if some immortal descends from the mortal world and is reincarnated, or if some demon comes to resurrect his body, in such a big environment, he won't be able to make any waves."
This man had been silent just now, but unexpectedly he started talking and got out of hand.
"Does Qingcheng Mountain know how to cut it?"
Without waiting for the Taoist priest to nod, he continued:
"There is an old man above who just celebrated his 120th birthday a few days ago. He has been guarding a flying sword for most of his life. When he released it on his birthday... within a radius of a hundred meters, the sword energy was everywhere! But that
What's the use? It can't defeat an anti-materiel sniper rifle eight hundred meters away."
"In this era, science and technology are the last word."
He spoke a long paragraph in one breath, but was still not satisfied. He took a few breaths and spoke again.
"You young people are hiding in Tibet all day long, for fear of being caught by the government and doing anatomy experiments."
"I don't want to think about it. Our spiritual energy is exhausted, but it is not revived. All the techniques and traditions are passed down from generation to generation. They are not new things. There are piles of various information."
Said.
"Do you know the Jade Palace Treasure Guitian?"
The Taoist priest nodded.
It's Mount Luo.
How could one of the thirty-two small caves not know this?
"That's the largest research base of Taoism. Most of the real Taoists are gathered there. Let alone being a researcher, even if you want to go in and be studied, no matter how many people beg your grandfather or grandma, it won't work."
Li Changan scratched his head when he heard these words. According to what he said, the state's restrictions on practitioners were not as strict as he thought.
The words sounded reasonable, but Li Changan still didn't believe it, but the two of them acted openly and honestly.
"To be honest, special groups are treated specially, and the department actually has relevant documents and regulations."
"oh?"
"But, no matter how strict the rules are, they are enforced by people. Doesn't 996 still violate the labor law?"
After saying this, the Taoist priest guessed something about it.
"Don't know you two?"
The fat, long-haired man cupped his fists and saluted:
"Lou Guan Dao."
What should a thin and bald man put his hands together:
"Fahua Sect."
When it was over, the two looked at each other and smiled before drifting away.
"etc."
Li Changan suddenly spoke, and the two of them turned around in surprise, only to see the Taoist priest bringing out a Buddha statue from somewhere.
He picked this up from the Thousand Buddhas Temple. The craftsmanship is not very good, it is not very old, and it does not have many beliefs and wishes. It was also smoked black by wildfires, but it is better than...
"Pure gold, are you interested?"
The two looked at the Buddha statue, then at Li Changan, and rolled their eyes together.
"Five hundred yuan and a banner, do you want it?"
Pooh.
I might as well melt it.
…………
Farewell to both of you.
Li Changan closed the security door.
Several ghosts floated over, and Boss Wu asked: "Taoist Priest, do you believe what those two people said?"
Li Changan grinned and did not answer. He just leaned over and groped in the gap between the sofa cushions for a while, took out a stack of paper figurines, slowly tore them into pieces, and threw them into the trash can.
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"The department is getting more and more unreliable! That guy is obviously at home..."
The bald version of "Song Xiaobao" Xiang Jizhen complained to his companions while "thumping" down the stairs.
But soon, he discovered that the filter version of "Gao Xiaosong" Zhong Huansu paused in his steps and looked different.
"how?"
Zhong Huansu spread his hands.
"The gadgets I left behind were destroyed by that kid."
"Yo."
"Song Xiaobao" music.
"It's really disrespectful."
"Young and energetic."
"Has your listening device been installed?"
"certainly."
Xiang Jizhen took out his phone, clicked on an app, and raised his eyebrows at Fatty.
"That kid would never have imagined that we have both technology and magic..."
Halfway through the conversation.
A prompt suddenly popped up on the mobile phone interface.