In China, which has strict air traffic control, direct private flights from the imperial capital to Qingling are even more rare.
Along the way, Xiao Gao and the other three got along well with Mr. He.
He even played a few rounds of mahjong at Mr. He's suggestion.
During this period, Xiao Gao hesitated several times and wanted to ask Mr. He whether the reason why the board of directors asked Mr. He to investigate Wang Qi's affairs was because they had any opinions about Wang Qi.
The Board of Directors is the decision-making body of the Spiritual Management Bureau. This name is actually inappropriate. It should be called the Assembly Hall, Presbyterian Council, etc.
However, because the General Administration of Spiritual Management is disguised as a corporate group, the board of directors is usually used to refer to the decision-making level.
The plane stopped at a private airport in Qingling.
Before getting off the plane, Mr. He suddenly said to Xiao Gao: "The General Administration's attitude toward Wang Qi is good-natured, so stop thinking nonsense."
"I..." Xiao Gao was dumbfounded. It turned out that Mr. He had seen all his worries along the way.
"Boy, after following Wang Qi for so long, aren't you curious about his extraordinary psychic abilities?" Mr. He asked with a smile.
"Of course I'm curious. We have also made some speculations. Brother Qi may also be a reincarnated soul boy..."
Similar to Lu Xuan, he was a powerful psychic in his previous life, and after his reincarnation, he was born with powerful psychic talents.
After a pause, Xiao Gao added: "It may also be the guardian of Fentou Mountain, a special way of inheritance."
These speculations were actually recorded in the report written by Xiao Gao.
But Mr. He shook his head gently.
There is no reincarnated soul boy like Wang Qi. The rankings of the younger generation are all out of the norm, but are they okay?
And the inheritance of the mountain guardian... Senior Lao Yanzhanzi back then was indeed very strong.
But in comparison, the current Wang Qi is still more...unreasonable.
Mr. He looked at Xiao Gao's expression and suddenly smiled: "Since you are also very curious about Wang Qi, why don't you go up the mountain with me."
After all, he is Wang Qi's loyal follower, and he sells himself to save face.
Seniors who are old smokers will definitely not be able to drive people away.
Hearing this, Xiao Gao and the other three all looked hopeful.
Linlin and Lao Chen looked at Xiao Gao for help with a look of emotion on their faces.
Xiao Gao's face showed some hesitation, and after a moment he said firmly: "No, Teacher He, I wish you good luck going up the mountain, we... won't go."
Qi Ge obviously has a secret.
No matter how clever Xiao Gao was, he had already discovered that Wang Qi's behavior was a little weird.
But if he wanted to tell them, he would naturally tell them himself.
Since Brother Qi didn't say anything, it means they haven't known it yet.
Mr. He didn't say much when he saw this, he just smiled and nodded.
After leaving at the airport, Mr. He got on the specially prepared helicopter and flew directly to Lushui Town.
Towards evening, the plane had already stopped at the foot of Fentou Mountain.
Mr. He jumped off the plane, stretched his old bones, and looked up at the bare mountain top.
"Mr. He, are you going to climb the mountain now? Why don't you take a rest for the night and at least eat something." The special commissioner in charge of flying the plane asked cautiously.
"No, I'll eat on the mountain."
He Lao waved his hand freely, his old body still contained vigorous strength.
There was a sound, and only an afterimage was left on the spot.
People were already speeding up the mountain along the winding and rugged path.
Half a century ago, when the Bureau of Spiritual Management was just established, Mr. He was still a nobody, working under Mr. Yan.
Live and die together, forming a friendship.
Later, the old smoker drifted away without leaving any message.
It was not until recently that he suddenly appeared.
Mr. He has long wanted to come over and pay homage to this old man and brother.
Scenes from the past appeared in front of my eyes, and the passion at that time was still vivid in my mind.
In fact, many members of the Spiritual Management Bureau wanted to come to visit during these days, but they were all stopped in the middle of the mountain.
But Mr. He knew that he was different...
Then, two hours later, Mr. He looked at the fog around him and fell into silence.
"Damn it, am I really not giving you any face? After all, I helped that boy Wang Qi a lot. The Bureau of Spiritual Management did not have me to speak for him. How can he be such a stable anchor..."
Mr. He couldn't hold back and stood on a rock and yelled at the thick fog around him.
Fortunately, Xiao Gao and the others didn't follow him, otherwise where would he put his old face?
This angry scolding really worked!
The thick green mist suddenly surged slowly, revealing a path going up the mountain.
A faint sigh sounded, and the voice of the old village chief came down.
"Come up here, you still have this bad temper after so many years."
Mr. He snorted angrily and walked along the path, not forgetting to say to Nong Wu: "You have to take care of the food, I tell you..."
The ancient temple at the head of Fentou Mountain Village.
Candlelight flickered, and small wooden tables were placed in the huge hall.
The hungry Mr. He was devouring a bowl of leftover rice.
On the table and chairs opposite, the old village chief was holding the slender cigarette rod and puffing out smoke.
From time to time, he glared at Old Man He angrily.
The night was dark and cool, and it was even bitingly cold inside the ancient temple.
But this is not a big problem for the two old people.
"What's the matter here?" Seeing that Mr. He had almost finished eating and was wiping the corners of his mouth with his sleeves in a nonchalant manner, the old village chief asked.
"There is indeed something important. It's about the doomsday that Mrs. Yin predicted before she died. It seems to be coming soon." Mr. He said in a deep voice.
The old village chief's movements seemed to freeze for a moment: "The nonsense the old woman said before she died was actually true?"
Mrs. Yin, one of the seven founders of the Spirit Management Bureau.
The voodoo technique can communicate with the gods and has its own yin and yang eyes.
The psychic vision of a psyker is often called the yin and yang eye.
But the yin and yang eyes of Granny Yin are even more special. They can see through yin and yang and glean the secrets of heaven.
Before she died, the poison backfired, and Madam Yin madly predicted an unprecedented apocalyptic supernatural event. It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.
Only a few people know this prophecy, but it has been a hurdle that has weighed on the hearts of many elderly people for so many years.
Ghosts and Gods Tu guard the realm of Yin and Yang, Uncle Lin Jiu calls himself the ancient tomb of the Lin family, and the old Heavenly Master retires to recharge his batteries...
It's all related to this prophecy.
"What's the specific situation?" the old village chief turned to ask.
Mr. He smiled, knowing that this old man still cared about the secular world.
"Let's not talk about this in a hurry. I also have some things I want to know about Wang Qi." Mr. He continued.
He turned his head and glanced at the statue behind him of an indistinguishable Buddha and Taoist figure, holding a girl with two sideburns.
"Isn't he the reincarnation of this child prodigy? He looks quite similar to me, and some of his abilities are somewhat similar to your god of prayer."
The reincarnated prodigy is not the reincarnated soul boy.
In the understanding of the spiritual world, there are two types of gods.
One is the worship and prayer of all sentient beings, the gathered faith and willpower, and the spiritual life shaped from the popular thoughts.
Most of the divine mansions in myths and legends are like this.
They are easy to deal with. In recent years, China has popularized science, eliminated feudal superstition, and isolated the source of belief in these gods.
Then it gradually weakened and sealed them.
The other is more like a sufficiently powerful psyker.
He himself is a human being, at least he once was a human being.
Having a spiritual energy value that exceeds the limit, and touching certain areas, he becomes a god.
This is the God of the Western Church.
The same is true for the prayer god enshrined in Fengtou Village.
If such a god dies, it is possible for him to be reincarnated and live a new life.
"But it can't be."
Mr. He's tone changed and he looked at the old village chief doubtfully.
"Chinese forbidden gods have powerful rules and restrictions, and even praying to gods is part of these rules. Even if these Chinese gods are reincarnated, they will be suppressed and can only become ordinary people."
There are not no reincarnated prodigies.
After all, the ancestors of the Chinese nation killed countless gods a hundred years ago, and many reincarnated prodigies appeared in the world afterwards.
But without exception, these reincarnated prodigies are ordinary people, even if they are reincarnated abroad.
If Wang Qi is the reincarnation of a god, he should be just an ordinary person.
After all, praying to God itself is part of the rules.
"Senior, what happened to Wang Qi?"
Mr. He continued to ask: "This is also the point that those on the board of directors don't understand the most."
Hearing Mr. He's question, the old village chief fell silent.
When the fireworks on the slender cigarette rod burned out, he knocked off the ashes, filled a new bag of cigarettes, and lit it by the candlelight on the table.
In the mist, the voice of the old village chief said: "He is indeed not a reincarnated prodigy, he is just gifted."
"Extraordinary talent? The Heavenly Master was not as powerful as him back then!" Mr. He asked puzzledly.
"Aren't you happy that someone better than him comes out of my tomb mountain?" The old village chief was unhappy.
It was obvious that he suffered a lot under the hands of that old Heavenly Master.
"Okay." Seeing the expression on the old village chief's face, Mr. He said no more, "Anyway, I'm just asking for them. If you say you are gifted, then just be gifted. I will tell them that later!
"
You are the eldest brother, whatever you say is what you say.
The old village chief hummed silently, but a trace of doubt quietly flashed in his eyes.
Actually...he couldn't understand Wang Qi's situation either.
When he was a child, he once thought that Wang Qi was the reincarnated prodigy who prayed to God.
This boy has a predestined relationship with the God of Prayer. He has never considered himself an outsider in this ancient temple since he was a child.
It is naturally compatible with the statues of praying gods.
He also possesses otherworldly spiritual talents within his body, but he is completely unable to control them and appears to be just like an ordinary person.
This is very similar to the reincarnated prodigy.
But when Wang Qi was eight years old, his parents passed away.
A few days later, the old village chief visited Wang Qi's home and saw the ghosts of his parents appearing in front of him.
They were left in the world by Wang Qi's obsession.
But Wang Qi firmly believed that they were not dead in the first place, so he deceived himself with lies and sealed the reality.
Became an atheist.
Even if the old village chief led him to the grave circle and summoned a lonely ghost.
He also pointed out that those who told the old village chief that they were phosphorus fire...
The old village chief confirmed that Wang Qi indeed had certain psychic abilities.
It seems that the speculation about the reincarnation of the prodigy was wrong.
Wang Qi insists on atheism in order to deny the truth of his parents' death.
But later, the old village chief saw Xiao Zhan who was following Wang Qi.
He had encountered this weird zombie girl when he went down the mountain for training.
At that time, I noticed that she seemed to be related to the girl with two buns next to Qi Shen.
I wanted to take her back to Fengtou Mountain.
But this little thief can run for dozens of miles without losing breath... It's really impossible to catch up.
I don’t know where I went after that, and there was occasional news, but all of them were fleeting.
When she appeared in front of the old village chief again, she followed Wang Qi.
Wang Qi's psychic ability also began to improve by leaps and bounds during that time.
The old village chief began to suspect again that he might really be a reincarnation of a god.
But, he found a way to bypass that seal...
In the ancient temple on Fentou Mountain, candlelight flickered.
The green smoke filling the cigarette rod is curling up.
Neither the old village chief nor Mr. He noticed that the praying statue behind them suddenly blinked.
Qingling City, in the adventure house of Atheist Xiaoqi.
"Well……"
Wang Qi, who was lying on the table in the lounge, opened his eyes in a daze.
In the past two days after returning from the imperial capital, I have been busy in the horror house.
Maybe I was too tired and just fell asleep without realizing it.
Yawning and straightening up, he was suddenly startled.
Xiao Zhan was lying next to him, looking straight at him with his big eyes.
"What's wrong?" Wang Qi was stunned and asked.
"It depends on when you wake up." Xiao Zhan said naively.
Then he stood up from the table and ran to the kitchen next to him.
This is to see if there is any delicious food left...
Wang Qi shook his head in amusement, and was about to go see how the new haunted house on the second floor, which was being constructed by himself under the "site construction" capability, was going.
But at this moment, Zheng Ziyu suddenly came towards him.
"Boss, Halloween will be in two days, do we want to participate?" she asked right away.
"Halloween?"
Wang Qi asked strangely: "Why should we participate in a foreign ghost festival? If we want to participate, we must also participate in the Ghost Festival, okay?"
"But just now a lot of customers asked us if we sell ghost props here." Zheng Ziyu said.
"Buy props?" Wang Qi was even more confused, "Why buy props?"
"Let's pretend to be ghosts. There is a shopping street in Qingling City that will hold a Halloween parade and carnival this Halloween. Many people want to go there."
Zheng Ziyu looked at Wang Qi expectantly: "Boss, shouldn't our Horror House employees also participate?"