"Uncle Jiu, I'm really sorry to ask you to come all the way."
"The village chief was joking, this is my duty."
Uncle Jiu took Liao Wenjie and Qiu Sheng to the neighboring village. In order to make time, he rented a carriage. Wencai did not come and stayed alone in Yizhuang to look after the house.
The biggest squire in the village, the village chief, came after hearing the news. With his glasses and goatee, he looked more like a teacher than an old rich man.
The village chief was very respectful to Uncle Jiu. Seeing that it was approaching noon, he had someone prepare a table of good wine and food.
"Village Chief, you can eat food, but you can't drink wine."
Uncle Jiu held back the drink: "It's important to talk about business first. If you're interested, we won't be drunk until we get rid of the ghosts."
"With your words, Uncle Jiu, I feel relieved."
The village chief stroked his goatee and secretly thought that Uncle Jiu was reliable in his work. He said: "Some time ago, the animals in the village were uneasy, the population was not good, and from time to time villagers would encounter ghosts in the middle of the night. I suspect that there is something wrong with the feng shui. I just wanted to have you killed."
Please come, a passing foreign Taoist priest came to help solve the problem."
"I heard about this."
Uncle Jiu nodded, glanced around, and whispered: "Village Chief, to be honest, that foreign Taoist priest is not a kind person. He is the one behind the zombies in the village."
"Ah, there is such a thing!"
The village chief was surprised and suddenly realized: "No wonder it was calm before, but strange things happened frequently when he arrived. It turned out that he was behind the scenes."
"Village chief, tell me where he went before and after. You can't miss a single thing."
"this……"
"Why, is it inconvenient?"
"That's not true."
The village chief looked sad: "For the few days that the foreigner came to the village, he lived in the church. Except for catching ghosts at night, he rarely left during the day. I really don't know where he has been."
…
Mountain waterfalls are the main source of water for villagers.
Uncle Jiu and the village chief walked side by side, followed closely by Liao Wenjie and Qiu Sheng, each carrying two satchels containing wooden swords, yellow paper, red ropes, money swords and other magical weapons.
"Village Chief, I know the Feng Shui of your village. It is surrounded by mountains. In front of it is a Chinese garden with cranes and cranes. At the back is Jingshan jade. There is a golden basin on the left to offer auspiciousness. On the right, there is water shooting into the middle hall. The wind is flowing and the water is rising. Ding Cai Liang
"Wang, your village has the best feng shui among all the villages in the ten miles apart."
Uncle Jiu said: "The foreign Taoist priests did not dig mountains and blast rocks. If they want to do anything, they can only use water sources to make a fuss."
"Uncle Jiu, the foreigner has never mentioned the source of water, and I have never seen him come here."
As the village chief talked, he laughed at himself, saying that he had done something secretly, so how could he tell him openly and honestly.
The four people walked upstream and saw that the mountain road was rugged and walking became more and more difficult. After a while, the village chief staggered and couldn't straighten his waist.
"Qiu Sheng, support the village chief while Uncle Jiu and I go to the front to take a look."
Liao Wenjie grabbed Uncle Jiu and walked more than ten meters before saying: "Compared to the water source, Wai Dao has been living in the church for more than ten days. It is obviously a bigger problem there."
"Ajie, do you suspect that the preachers in the church are accomplices?"
"I didn't say that."
Liao Wenjie shook his head and said again: "Everyone in Waidao is obsessed with money. There is no profit and he can't afford it. There is no reason to catch a few ghosts and start such a big battle. He must have discovered something in the church. I guess he
They destroyed the water source and released ghosts to cause trouble in order to divert the attention of the villagers."
"We don't rule out this possibility. Once I solve the water problem, we will go to the church immediately."
"Oh well……"
Intuition told Liao Wenjie that there must be something wrong with the church, but the water source was a matter of concern to the whole village, and it was not a piece of cake and could not be left alone.
The two of them were walking, and when they saw the dense forest blocking the road in front of them, and they had reached the end of the road that was inaccessible, Uncle Jiu raised his hand and stopped.
He walked to the tree next to the river and took out a long vine from the roots and weeds. When he saw the vine extending into the river, he immediately snorted and pulled it up with all his strength.
Liao Wenjie was about to step forward to help, but it turned out that the long vine did not hang any heavy objects such as the body, and Uncle Jiu easily dragged it to the shore with one hand.
A large woven rattan net with densely packed black bats hanging on it has rotted and smelled after being soaked in water for a long time.
It looks artificial at first glance.
"Hey, how come there are so many bats? Who is so heartless that he wants to harm my entire village?"
The village chief was helped over by Qiu Sheng. When he saw this scene, he immediately cursed. It's no wonder that people and animals have been sick recently. Someone's feelings are poisoned in the water.
"Village chief, please don't be angry. Hurry down the mountain and inform the villagers that they won't be able to drink spring water recently."
Uncle Jiu covered his nose and picked out the dead bats with a branch, and burned them all with a yellow talisman. It was indeed poisonous, and the stench spread everywhere. He felt top-heavy and dizzy when he smelled it.
"Let's go to church."
…
"Master, why is there a church in the village? How can we open a business when it is surrounded by mountains? Do foreigners also think that the village has good feng shui?"
Qiu Sheng looked puzzled, Renjiazhuang had people coming and going, and it was connected to the main road into the provincial capital, so a church should be built there.
"As far as I know, the church existed thirty years ago. Maybe Renjiazhuang hadn't become wealthy at that time, so the missionaries chose this place as their base."
Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment. He was not a stranger and he didn't understand the missionary's thoughts, so he could only give a somewhat reliable explanation.
"Uncle Jiu, this is not the point. The village chief just said that the former priest ran away and the church was closed for more than ten years and was only reopened recently."
Liao Wenjie touched his chin: "As soon as the church opened, the crooked path came. If it was a coincidence, I don't think Erhei would believe it."
"Well, Brother Jie is right, Erhei can't believe it."
Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes when he heard this. Erhei was beaten every day when he was alive, and Jie couldn't escape even after he died. Fortunately, the incident happened in time, otherwise he would still be stuck in the corner now!
For Erhei's sin, if there is an afterlife, he will definitely be born in a rich and noble family.
"Qiu Sheng, why do you speak so strangely?"
"No."
"Hmph, I think your skin is itchy..."
Just as they were talking, the three of them arrived in front of the church. From a distance, they saw several nuns repairing the church. One large and four small were equipped with standard configurations, and they were busy hoisting crosses to the roof.
"Brother Jie, those four little nuns are so beautiful."
Qiu Sheng's eyes lit up and he whispered in Liao Wenjie's ear.
"What, who's big and who's more curvy? Qiu Sheng, please speak louder, I can't hear you clearly!"
Liao Wenjie took a breath, showed an expression of sudden realization, stood two meters away decisively, and shouted loudly: "Qiu Sheng, I see you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and you are usually well behaved. I thought that sleeping with a female ghost was your lower limit.
, I never thought that people who know their faces but don’t know their hearts would actually be so vulgar, and even have the idea of pure nuns.”
"No, I didn't..."
"Bah, you're so shameless, you still want to make excuses!"
Liao Wenjie looked disgusted and snorted: "Stay away from me, you pervert is not worthy of standing with me."
"..."
Seeing the four little nuns expressing either contempt or indignation, Qiu Sheng felt like crying but was unable to shed tears. Being framed and framed by Liao Wenjie, it was like mud falling off his crotch. It was either one thing or another.
"Qiu Sheng, what are you still doing? Go up and help them put the cross on the roof."
"I understand, Master."
"Yeah" x4
"Smelly pervert, don't come here!"
Qiusheng:(_)
…
Two minutes later, with Liao Wenjie's help, the wooden cross was hoisted to the roof. Four little nuns surrounded Liao Wenjie and thanked him profusely.
"You're welcome. Helping others is my consistent goal."
"Don't mention that person. I was too naive before, but now I have drawn a clear line."
"Yes, I have always been upright."
"..."
Four little nuns were chattering around Liao Wenjie. The dean who had set up a cross on the roof came down the stairs. From the looks of it, she was a foreigner.
Uncle Jiu came forward with the languid Qiu Sheng, and was about to say hello in foreign languages, but when the dean opened his mouth, he spoke fluent Chinese, eliminating the inconvenience of communication.
"Director Lin, if you are talking about Director Wang, he has indeed lived here for a few days."
"Master Wang?"
"Yes, he said that he admired Chinese culture, became a disciple of Taoism, and followed his master with the same surname. His previous name was no longer used." The dean sighed, and Lao Wang was firm in his devotion to Taoism. She talked about the glory of the Lord for several days, and Lao Wang was all
Just pretend you can't hear it.
"Dean, which room did Wang Daozhang live in before? Can you take me to see it?"
"What, something happened to him?"
"The situation is a bit complicated and I can't explain it at the moment. I'll talk to you slowly later."
"this way please."
The dean led the way, and Liao Wenjie hurriedly followed. The four little nuns were chattering beside him, like chickens that had just hatched.
Qiu Sheng was filled with envy. He was so handsome that he was popular among girls. Fortunately, he was not bad either. He was a well-known handsome young man in the village. As long as the misunderstanding was resolved, he would be like Liao Wenjie, walking among thousands of flowers and covering every one of them.
"Dean, where are you from?"
Qiu Sheng licked his face and came forward, looking familiar. As long as he established a good relationship with the dean, everything would fall into place.
Liao Wenjie caused him to be regarded as a pervert, so what? He has a talent for language, so he used English to please the dean.
There is nothing wrong with complimenting a woman on her beauty.
Qiu Sheng felt proud when he thought that he could easily avert the danger with just a few words, still using the English taught by Liao Wenjie. Even though Brother Jie was cautious, he still wanted to drink his foot-washing water.
Let you falsely accuse a good person, and let you shoot yourself in the foot today.
This is sure!
"I am a member of the provincial church, why do you ask this?"
Seeing Qiu Sheng's squinting face and smiling so obscenely, the dean immediately became vigilant. She had just heard clearly on the rooftop that this man was a pervert.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else..."
Qiu Sheng clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "Dean, you are so oily, Brother Subi, Kang is busy with your nose, and your hole is dry."