Ma Xiaolin could no longer hold on. He collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, and kept chanting: "Master, save me, master, save me..." His butler was not much better either. The butler leaned against the wall.
He didn't fall down, and his body was already frozen. He wanted to come to our side but couldn't even move his feet.
That white shadow is weird, just circling around Ma Xiaolin. We are all in the same room, so close. We even fired a shot at him just now, but the white shadow has no interest in us at all and has no intention to move towards us.
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"Something seems wrong." Monk Xiao muttered. He had been holding Wu Rendi's portrait in his hand. He had been wary of the white shadow just now. Now that he saw that the white shadow had no intention of coming, he remembered to put the scroll away.
, the movement was a little bigger, and there was a "dang" sound when the arm hit the shelf.
Just this sound startled Bai Ying. He suddenly turned towards us and took a step, but immediately stepped back. Looking at his look, he seemed to be taboo about something.
"Old Xiao, I'm not telling you, can you please be gentle?" Fatty Sun said from behind him. If this darkroom hadn't been sealed, with only one door and no back door or window, Fatty Sun would have jumped out of the window and escaped.
Monk Xiao ignored him and saw Bai Ying hesitantly not coming over. Xiao Laodao seemed to have figured out something. He turned around and picked up the portrait of Wu Rendi that had been placed on the shelf: "Little Lazi, come here and help me, help me."
I unfold the painting"
"How long has it been and you still have such interest? Lao Xiao, you have seen me. If you want to see it, go and see the real person." My palms holding the pistol were already sweating, and I had no intention of going over to help Monk Xiao.
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"You two haven't seen it yet?" Monk Xiao slowly unfolded the scroll himself, and Wu Rendi's full-length portrait was revealed. After Bai Ying saw Wu Rendi's portrait, he acted very unnaturally. He lowered his head, as if
I dare not look at Wu Rendi’s portrait.
"Why don't you two come over and help!" Monk Xiao shouted to me. Without hesitation, Fatty Sun and I took a few steps over and took the scroll from Monk Xiao's hand. Each of us held one side and faced the portrait towards Bai Ying.
Direction. At this time, Bai Ying became a little anxious and kept walking back and forth in the same place.
"Go!" Monk Xiao said afterward. Fatty Sun looked back at him: "Old Xiao, it's just a painting. What if I can't suppress this god of plague?"
"Do you think he is afraid of this painting?" Monk Xiao snorted. His tone had changed when he spoke, and he became a little reluctant: "The person in the painting he is afraid of is not that immoral thing."
It was painted by my son, not only the portrait, but also the spirit..."
That's not true, right? That's a god! No matter how powerful Wu Rendi is, he can't scare a god away just by his portrait, right? Fatty Sun and I were still hesitant. Monk Xiao waited for a while and saw that there was no movement from us.
He suddenly rushed over from behind, snatched one from Fatty Sun's hand, and slowly walked towards Bai Ying's position using Wu Rendi's portrait as a shield.
I passively grabbed the other side of the portrait and walked over with Monk Xiao. Most of the portrait was in front of Monk Xiao. I could only try to stay back as much as possible. If the wind direction was wrong, I would retreat immediately.
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Seeing that Monk Xiao and I were getting closer and closer holding the portrait of Wu Rendi, Fatty Sun reminded me from behind: "Lazi, be careful. If it doesn't work, come back right away. Lao Xiao is in front and can help you." In terms of relationships, Fatty Sun It’s better to stick with me. When he said this, he naturally threw Monk Xiao away.
Monk Xiao acted as if he hadn't heard anything and was still walking slowly towards Bai Ying. The closer the portrait was to Bai Ying, the more panicked Bai Ying became, and the lower the air pressure in the dark room became. I even started to feel a sense of excitement. The feeling of being out of breath. When there were still two or three meters left, Bai Ying couldn't bear it any longer. Even if Monk Xiao threw Wu Rendi's portrait at this distance, Bai Ying probably wouldn't be able to avoid it.
Just when I thought Monk Xiao was going to pin the portrait on Bai Ying, Bai Ying suddenly let out a sharp scream, which was full of unwillingness. As he screamed, Bai Ying's body became more and more It became fainter and fainter, and the moment the scream disappeared, the white shadow also disappeared at the same time, and his unique dark and moist aura could no longer be felt in the entire dark room.
"Old Xiao, where has he gone?" I still don't believe that it is so simple to drive away the god of plague.
Monk Xiao coughed first: "He should still be in a corner of this room, probably hiding in one of Boss Ma's collections. Alas, I can't find a needle in a haystack." After that, Monk Xiao still said He sighed helplessly.
Still in this dark room? But why can’t I feel the aura of the God of Plague at all? Looking at Fatty Sun with a smirk on his face, I realized: Following what Monk Xiao said, “Let me tell you, I just felt this The God of Plague is still in the darkroom. If he is hiding in these collections, there is really no way to find him. If we are looking for a ghost, we still have a few ways to find him. Now we are looking for the God of Plague. Alas, I am powerless..."
"Master, three masters, I don't want to write anything. Take all the pears away, and treat them as a good system." Seeing the God of Plague disappear, Ma Xiaolin just recovered a little, and now he heard Monk Xiao and I singing harmony, he My heart was in my throat again.
"Boss Ma, are you kidding me? Do you think I'm coveting these extraneous things?" Monk Xiao's face changed at that moment. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that this old boy was really an outsider who only valued money and dirt and didn't strive for fame and wealth.
"Master, I have misunderstood. These things have been stained with the bad luck of the plague god. Only the master's supreme magic power can remove the bad luck. Besides, I am about fate. So the fate between these treasures and me has been exhausted. Rather than falling into the hands of ordinary people, it is better for Master Li to be their destined person for me." Ma Xiaolin's words were sincere. Judging from the posture, if Monk Xiao didn't want these treasures, Boss Ma would kneel down to Master Xiao at that time.
"Alas..." Monk Xiao sighed: "Boss Ma, if you say that, I will reluctantly accept it, but it's not what I want. I will find a suitable person for them." He shook his head and looked at it. He seemed to be extremely reluctant.
Ma Xiaolin thanked him profusely again, and his butler had already helped him up. Boss Ma also wanted to write a check for three million as a reward. This time, Monk Xiao refused to accept it, saying that he was destined to have a relationship with Boss Ma. No money could be collected under any circumstances. Ma Xiaolin argued for a while and then gave up.
After that, we walked around Ma Xiaolin's villa a few more times. At this time, the yin and yang in the house were almost balanced, and it was no longer the dominant situation of yin and yang when we just came in. I asked Monk Xiao privately, and he explained
It is said that although the God of Plague controls Yin Qi and is not a righteous god, the places he passes by do not allow other Yin Qi to flourish. It is a bit like the Taigong is here and the gods abdicate.
Monk Xiao also set up a safety formation in the courtyard of the villa. Fatty Sun looked at Guanzhu Xiao who was busy and said to me with a smile: "This is considered after-sales service."
After a busy schedule, it was already dark and it was long past dinner time. Ma Xiaolin had originally planned to go to his private club for dinner, but Monk Xiao unexpectedly went out of his way and said that he had to maintain the formation for six hours in order for the Peaceful Formation to be effective. (
A few days ago, Fatty Sun and I were eating every day, and he was never polite. In fact, he was reluctant to part with the treasures in the darkroom, fearing that after we left, Ma Xiaolin would ask the housekeeper to replace the treasures in them with fake ones).
Originally, Ma Xiaolin wanted to order the top-quality abalone meal takeaway at the hotel. Unexpectedly, Monk Xiao still refused to agree, saying that if outsiders came in, he would break his formation. Fatty Sun rolled his eyes after hearing this. There is no other way, we can only
A makeshift meal in the villa.
When we couldn't eat the abalone, ginseng and wing belly, Fatty Sun and I saw that Monk Xiao was angry and said we were hungry, so we went to the kitchen to find something to eat. Originally, the housekeeper was going to follow us, but Fatty Sun said that Monk Xiao would need some help later and asked him to stay.
Help is there.
Fortunately, the kitchen was fully equipped with all the necessary tools. Although there were no fresh vegetables, Fatty Sun did not treat himself as an outsider. He rummaged through the refrigerator and found a few small cans and some mushroom-like things.
"Lao Ma really has some good stuff, Lazi, stop digging for instant noodles and come over here and let you try some foreign food," Fatty Sun said, holding up the cans and mushrooms in his hand.
What a good thing”
Fatty Sun had a sly smile on his face: "Caviar and truffles, caviar is okay, but this truffle is too rare."
I glanced at the gray mushroom pieces in his hand, frowned and said, "I'm starting to doubt your taste. It's so gray and doesn't look delicious. What's so rare about it?"
Fatty Sun gave me a disdainful look: "I didn't say it, but you should learn more about it. This thing is called truffle, it's an aphrodisiac..."
Early the next morning, the three of us took the earliest flight back to the capital. Monk Xiao used his VIP status to transport the large number of treasures directly onto the plane without inspection.
Monk Xiao didn't board the plane until he watched those treasures get on the plane with his own eyes. However, it wasn't until the plane got into the sky that the solemn expression on Monk Xiao's face relaxed a little.
Fatty Sun looked at Monk Xiao and suddenly burst into laughter: "Old Master Xiao, the things are in the plane, are you still afraid that they will escape? Otherwise, you can tell the flight attendant that it is very stuffy here.
If you want to go to the cargo hold to get some fresh air and smoke a cigarette, maybe the flight attendant will find you annoying and lock you in the cargo hold."
Monk Xiao rolled his eyes at Fatty Sun: "Little Fatty, who am I looking after? You don't want these things?"
Fatty Sun said quickly: "Old Xiao, don't even think about going back on your promise of 3131."
"Now do you remember March 131?" Monk Xiao snorted and continued: "Why didn't you think of me when you two secretly ate some good food last night? Caviar, and truffles, you ate well."
"Lazi, you are the only one with a quick mouth." Fatty Sun looked at me very dissatisfied.
"Great Sage, what are you looking at me for? What do you think I said?" I looked at Fatty Sun and said a few words. Then I looked at Monk Xiao: "Old Xiao, how did you know? Did you see it when we were eating?
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"Are you even reading this? You didn't interrupt after you ate it. I can smell the gas smell of truffles from far away. Fatty Sun, you are even more outrageous. You don't care about eating caviar, but you feed the caviar to the money rats.
, it tastes fishy after eating it. You would rather feed the caviar to the mice than give me a little taste." As he said that, Monk Xiao also glared at Fatty Sun.
"Haha" Fatty Sun laughed dryly: "Then what... Those two things are both fat and not good for older people to eat. We were afraid that you wouldn't be able to control yourself after seeing it, so we didn't let you see it. Besides,
What about caviar and truffles...that's what they are, one is fishy and salty, and the other is not the same, with a smell of garlic and earth, mixed with the smell of gas. Lao Xiao, thank you for not eating it.
You can spit it out on the spot after eating it.”
"Good things don't come out well after you eat them." Monk Xiao was too lazy to say it in the end, closed his eyes and took a nap.
While he was still asleep, I said a few words: "Old Xiao, I heard what you said before, but I can't tell. I remember when you were at Lingyun Temple, you ate radish and cabbage in winter.
It's quite enjoyable. I didn't expect you to have eaten caviar and truffles without showing your face."
Monk Xiao closed his eyes and said as if he was talking in his sleep: "There are many things you don't know. You can eat them if you swing them, including Fatty Gao and Xiao San..." Halfway through, he realized that he had said too much and sighed.
If you don't speak after taking a breath, it will be as if you are really asleep.
A few hours later, we got off the plane. Po Jun was already waiting at the airport. He sent us a customs certificate exempting us from inspection. After another half an hour, we returned to the polling bureau with our goods and people.
It was rare to see Hao Wenming at the gate. Director Hao was always in a hurry. For a period of time, I thought that Hao Wenming was either seriously injured or had died of his injuries...
Unexpectedly, Director Hao also knew Consultant Xiao, and he was very familiar with him: "Xiao Ke, I didn't tell you, I heard that you were back, and I wanted to see you, but I didn't expect to meet you here.
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"Who are you?" Monk Xiao blinked and thought for a moment, but unfortunately he still didn't remember.
Director Hao was a little embarrassed: "I used to be an investigator in the first room with Xiao Hao from the Higher Bureau, but now I am the director of the first room..."
"Oh" Monk Xiao tilted his head, as if he still hadn't remembered. Hao Wenming was extremely embarrassed and found a step by himself: "Xiao Ke, the high-level bureau is looking for me. I'll go over first. We'll talk when we have time." Then he turned his head
He said to me and Fatty Sun: "You two are waiting for me in the room. I have something to tell you." After saying that, he nodded to Monk Xiao, turned around and walked towards the elevator.
"Old Xiao, have you really forgotten Hao Wenming?" Fatty Sun squinted his eyes and looked at Monk Xiao: "It has been more than thirty years and you haven't forgotten the taste of caviar and truffles. How can a living person forget it?