When we arrived at the entrance of the village, Hao Wenming and Lin Feng were standing next to a Beijing jeep. When they saw me arriving, they came over to greet us.
Hao Wenming first said to Gao Liang: "Chief Gao, everything is ready. Do you need to check it again?"
Gao Dian nodded and said: "It's okay to take a look, don't make any mistakes by then."
Hao Wenming took out a few sacrificial items from the carriage. It was 1975, and circulation materials were still very scarce. In addition to a few stacks of burning paper, there were only a few apples and a bottle of white wine that could be used for worship.
But there was an urn placed next to the offerings. Not only Xiao Sanda (me), but even Monk Xiao was stunned. Didn't we agree to go to the grave? What's the way to bring the urn with you?
"Fat man, why is there still an urn?" Monk Xiao asked Gao Liang.
"I adjusted the details a bit," Gao Liang said: "Three old men are sweeping the tomb together. It doesn't look like that. I changed it a bit. Sanda and I are going to sweep the tomb, and you are going to bury this urn."
Monk Xiao glanced at Gao Liang: "Why do you sweep graves while I go to be a filial son? If there are filial sons, let's all be filial sons together."
Gao Liang ignored him, just walked to Monk Xiao, opened the urn and placed it in front of Monk Xiao. When he saw the contents inside, Monk Xiao broke out in sweat, "Do you need to play with this big one?" He just said
In a word, he seemed to have reacted to something, his face turned red, and he stared at Gao Liang and said: "Fat Gao, what do you mean? Let me tell you, why do you want me to take the urn? Are you going to ask me and that Tao or something?"
perish together?"
Their location is not within Xiao Sanda's sight, and I can't see what is inside. It can make Monk Xiao react so much.
Gao Liang closed the urn and rolled his eyes at Monk Xiao: "Even if we have to die together, can we count on you? You are just responsible for holding it. If it looks wrong, just put it in... Sanda's hand." He
He looked back at 'me' and said, "Sanda, this is a problem for you."
I'm in Xiao Sanda's body, and I still can't tell if I'm dreaming now. Maybe it's because this body is not mine, and because of the previous experience, I'm not too scared, but I have completely lost control of this body.
He could only use Xiao Sanda's eyes and ears to watch the development of the situation.
Xiao Sanda seemed to have known what was in the urn for a long time. He did not look at the urn at all. He ignored Gao Liang and only said to Monk Xiao: "Monk, be careful yourself. If there is anything inside,
If there's anything wrong, don't worry about anything, just throw the urn over and run away."
"Isn't that true? Can the contents of the urn really be used?" Monk Xiao said haha: "The man named Tao has lived to this day, so he is more than 120 years old, right? I have never done it.
Understand, we are going to go out with all our troops, just for an old man with coffin flesh? Isn't it too shameful for him?"
I seem to understand some of my current situation and feelings.
"Old coffin flesh?" Gao Liang sneered and said, "Do you know how big the movement was in the 15th year of the Republic of China? The Religious Affairs Committee at that time moved out of Longhu Mountain, Jiangxi Province in order to catch him.
The fourth-generation Celestial Master Zhang Ci'en. That's it. Half of the members of the Religious Affairs Committee were left in the hands of the old coffin man you mentioned. I wanted to rectify the old coffin man on the spot, but I didn't expect him to run away in the end.
Already."
After Gao Liang finished speaking, Monk Xiao was still a little unconvinced: "I have caught a few people from Ghost Taoism before. Their abilities are average. They are not as powerful as you said. Even if he is the leader, his abilities are ten times greater.
It’s not necessarily as mysterious as you said. Besides, who are the people in the Religious Affairs Committee of **? When has he ever suffered a loss? What is it about this man named Tao that can attract the elders of the Religious Affairs Committee?
Are you willing to spend all your money to deal with him?"
I looked at Monk Xiao through Xiao Sanda's eyes. He seemed not to know much about the target person this time. This is completely incomparable with the way the polling bureau has handled incidents for decades.
"This Tao Heru is not simple." Gao Liang knew a lot about this kind of things: "When Yang, Tao, and Zhao established the Ghost Taoism, the most difficult person to offend was the one named Yang, but the Ghost Taoism
The technique was passed down by Tao Heru. Even the most difficult leader named Yang did not dare to say that he could master all the techniques of Ghost Taoism. Moreover, it is said that Tao Heru still had the Tianli Sect hidden in his hand.
This picture of heavenly principles is enough for Tao Heru to walk on the Naihe Bridge once."
As soon as the three words Tianli Diao and Gao Liang were spoken, I could clearly feel Xiao Sanda's body shaking violently, followed by the sound of his heartbeat getting faster and faster.
Tianli Diagram? I have no impression of these three words. I have never seen them in the reference room, and no one has told me anything about Tianli Diagram. What is there in Tianli Diagram that can make Xiao Sanda so excited?
"The Heavenly Principle..." Monk Xiao muttered and repeated these three words, his face became a little ugly, and then said: "Real or false? Doesn't it mean that there is no such thing as the Heavenly Principle?"
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"You will know if you have it." Xiao Sanda said. In his body, I could feel that since I heard the three words Tianli Tu, Xiao Sanda's heart began to stir. I had a strong feeling that Xiao Sanda
Sanda has now shifted his attention from Tao Heru to the Tianli Diagram.
"Don't take the legends too seriously. No one has ever seen the Tianli Diagram. It's hard to say whether it's fabricated or not." Gao Liang narrowed his eyes and glanced at Xiao Sanda and said, "That's almost it. It's time to hit the road."
Monk Xiao rolled his eyelids: "Fat Gao, can you speak? What does it mean to be on the road? If you don't speak too much, you will die?"
Xiao Sanda looked up at the already rising sun and said, "It's almost time. No matter how late it is, it won't be like visiting a grave." As he said that, he didn't care about Xiao Sanda and Monk Xiao, and opened the car door himself.
, got in. Monk Xiao and Xiao Sanda looked at each other, without saying anything, followed Xiao Sanda, got into the jeep, and sat on Xiao Sanda's left and right.
When the three people were talking just now, Hao Wenming and Lin Feng both wisely avoided it. Now that they saw the three leaders getting in the car and preparing to leave, the two men walked over quickly. Lin Feng got into the passenger seat.
Hao Wenming started the car.
More than twenty minutes later, the car stopped. Hao Wenming pointed to a hill in the distance and said: "Here we are, three leaders, behind that hill is the Nanshan Cemetery. It's not me who said that the car can't move forward. It can only
Walked over."
Xiao Sanda looked through the car window at where Hao Wenming was pointing. Through his eyes, I saw a faint puff of white smoke rising from behind a hill in the distance.
Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang. Monk Xiao went over the details of the operation again in the car, until there were no flaws in the details.
Monk Xiao held the urn in his arms and walked for more than ten minutes before Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang slowly walked towards the hill. Looking at the mountain, they ran to death and saw that the hill was right in front of them. They walked forward for nearly half of the way.
When I was little, I walked around to the back of the hill. In front of me was a huge tomb. At a glance, I could see that there were thousands of earth tombs.
There are two small tile-roofed houses facing the west on the edge of the cemetery. A little old man is sitting on the edge of the tile-roofed house, smoking a hookah. I don’t know what kind of smoke he is smoking, and it smells numb.
Monk Xiao had arrived a long time ago. He was holding the urn in his arms and chatting with the little old man: "Uncle, I also showed you the letter of introduction from the Civil Affairs Bureau. They asked my third uncle to bury it here. It's convenient for you."
The little old man glanced at Monk Xiao, and his mouth finally left the hookah: "Little baby, do you understand the rules? Have you ever seen a dead person, drag him directly to the cemetery, dig a hole and bury him? Just say that the family is in trouble.
Yes, just a pile of burning paper, right? It would be better for you to just bring the casket over without even preparing a monument. If you want to look at it in the future, you won’t be able to find the place. I can see it too, this is a one-time deal.
Ah, let me tell you, you can just bury it like this if you want. I also have a shovel and a pickaxe here, so I won’t borrow them! If you want to bury it, you can dig the hole with your own hands."
"Uncle, what do I do best..." Monk Xiao had a bitter look on his face and continued to grind. Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang had already arrived. They first pretended to watch the excitement.
The little old man looked at Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang and frowned: "What do you two do?"
Gao Liang said with a smile: "Come to visit the grave, uncle, where is the boss of the old Jia family in Nanshan Village buried?"
The little old man looked at Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang with some vigilance: "Who are you two?"
Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang were stunned for a moment. They had thought about all the details but had forgotten this. Looking at the little old man's frown getting tighter, they both said almost at the same time: "My third uncle..." "My uncle..."
uncle……"
After the two of them finished speaking, there was silence for a second. Gao Liang reacted quickly and pointed at Xiao Sanda and said: "He and I are related, and my third uncle is his uncle."
Before the little old man could speak, Monk Xiao came over first, pointed at Xiao Sanda and Gao Liang and shouted: "Is there anyone who comes first, first served? My business is not over yet. Can't you two wait?"
Gao Liang pulled Monk Xiao's outstretched finger and said, "Don't do anything, who are you talking about?" The two of them didn't agree with each other and started fighting on the spot. Xiao Sanda pretended to pull him away.
both.
When they were fighting, Monk Xiao seemed to have suffered a bit, and was pushed to the side of the little old man by Gao Liang. The little old man shouted: "If you want to fight, go out and fight, don't cause trouble here."
Monk Xiao lost his balance and stumbled, swinging his arms back and forth as if to maintain balance. When his arm fell, a ball of red powder spilled out from his sleeve, covering the head and face of the little old man next to him.
The moment the red powder was scattered, Xiao Sanda also moved. He pulled out a measuring ruler from behind, pointed it at the little old man's head and hit it. With a "pop" sound, the little old man was hit all at once.
He fell to the ground and twitched into a ball on the ground.
When Xiao Sanda was about to hit him a second time, he was stopped by Gao Liang: "Stop it! Something is wrong!" Xiao Sanda didn't listen to Gao Liang's words, he raised his ruler and pointed it at the little old man to hit him again.
The second time, before the measuring ruler fell, I smelled a foul smell. Then, the little old man's face, neck and hands, as long as the skin was in contact with the air, a layer of dense dust appeared at an extremely fast speed.
small red blisters.
Xiao Sanda was stunned for a moment. The measuring ruler in his hand did not fall, but he took two steps back. After a few breaths, the small blisters on the little old man's body had connected together, and finally became one big blister.
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"Sanda, take a few more steps back!" Gao Liang seemed to have remembered something and shouted to Xiao Sanda. This time Xiao Sanda listened to Gao Liang's words, and when he took the second step back
, "Poof!" With a sound, the blisters on the little old man's body burst, and a stream of yellow pus splashed out. A few drops splashed onto the ground at Xiao Sanda's feet, leaving a wisp of green smoke on the ground.
A stream of black smoke came out of the blistered wound on the little old man's face, and the black smoke grew thicker and thicker. Finally, a spark flashed, and a fire started from the wound on the little old man's body. When Gao Liang tried to put out the fire, it was already too late.
The fire grew stronger and stronger, and in an instant, the little old man turned into a big fireball.
The fire burned away Xiao Sanda's skin and flesh, revealing the black bones inside. After a while, the black bones were no longer visible. Ten minutes later, when the flames went out, only a pool of black ashes remained on the ground.
"Fat Gao, what's going on?" Xiao Sanda said to Gao Liang. Gao Liang narrowed his eyes and said, "This is not Tao Heru..."
Before Gao Liang finished speaking, two Jiefang vehicles had already driven over. As soon as the car stopped, Pu was the first to get out of the car, and then the remaining investigators from the Special Office also jumped out of the car.
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Big Pu ran over with the sword that had cut off Chi Xiao's head. When he saw the black ashes on the ground, he was stunned for a moment: "Is this Tao Heru? Why was it burned like this?"
"This is not Tao Heru." Gao Liang repeated what he just said: "This is the scapegoat arranged by Tao Heru."
"Impossible." Mr. Pu shook his head after hearing this: "He didn't know that we were here to arrest him, so he arranged for Mao to be his scapegoat for no reason?"
"Does he really not know that we will come today?" Gao Liang squinted his eyes and muttered, "I don't think so?"
"Fat man, what do you mean? Can you explain it clearly at once? Don't say it half-hidden and half-hidden." Pu Daguo has a short temper. Although he and Gao Liang have been colleagues for a long time, they are still not used to Gao Liang's way of speaking.
Gao Liang wasn't angry either. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Wait, I'll show you something good." As he said that, he walked to the black pile of ashes of the little old man and dug in with his feet without using anything.
With Xiao Sanda's eyes, he could see clearly that some of the ashes on the ground were still sparkling with sparks. Gao Liang didn't care, and finally started to dig through the pile of ashes.
It only took two or three minutes. Fatty Gao shouted softly: "I have it!". Looking at his hand, he had already picked up a needle-like object. Unfortunately, Xiao Sanda was too far away, so I started from him.