Ye Cheng's deduction is not unreasonable.

Throughout the afternoon, he stayed in the Xiangshan Temple and had a comprehensive understanding of the daily life of the residents of the small city.

It's also strange to say, the small county town, with a radius of only a hundred miles, actually allowed him to detect the aura of the five cultivators, and the specializations are different!

In the era of the end of the Fa, the cultivation realm was in decline, and it was rare for so many cultivators to emerge in a small county town with 600,000 people.

You must know that in the huge Yanjing City, except for the gang of people from the different associations, there are few people who specialize in crude martial arts, and the gyms everywhere have long become a rich women's pleasure hall under the guise of fitness.

Ye Cheng paid attention to it, among the five breaths, in addition to Wang Wei, there was a spiritual cultivator in the city, a secluded Confucian Temple, and a war cultivator, living in the Shanxi Guild Hall.

The other two breaths, coming out of the same place, are a pair of mother and son. The practice method is very cold, the mother cultivates the Buddha, the son follows the text, a Buddha cultivates a text, it is really amazing!

The Buddha cultivated the afterlife and reincarnated, and believed that many people had a bumpy fate in this life, and of course it was not excluded that dignitaries and dignitaries worshipped him for peace of mind;

However, practicing Buddhism is not only about burning incense and chanting sutras, but also about passing on karma and giving to others to help them be liberated.

The housewife, on weekdays, is willing to be charitable, extremely heavy on accumulating virtue and doing good, every first day of the first day of the fifteenth set to scatter wealth and release life, after the meditation room meditation, cultivation has reached enlightenment, which is equivalent to the spiritual state of mind.

It's just that what makes Ye Cheng strange is that the release of the divine consciousness supported by the Merge Realm can't get a glimpse of its true appearance, it can penetrate the true eyes of the mundane and vain, and it can't detect the fluctuations of its spiritual consciousness from afar;

The woman, who was praised by the locals as the 'Horse Bodhisattva' and rushed to ask for incense for enlightenment, seemed to be the reincarnation of Guanyin in this holy place of Buddhism.

This family of children, high school graduates, do not like agriculture and business, on weekdays intoxicated with Danqing, code words for a living, the pen has a fire, surging Haoran atmosphere, is the only local cultivator who is accustomed to socializing.

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Through remote sensing of the superficial memory of the surname Ma Wenxiu, Ye Cheng found that several people were inextricably linked with Wang Wei.

Lingxiu hated him: Before the college entrance examination, the school organized a visit to the Temple of Literature, and Lingxiu was responsible for the reception, but Wang Wei stole the expired Zhuji Dan, so that Xiuwei could not move forward.

Zhan Xiu hated him: In the same year, Wang Wei fell off the list, and took his fox friends to pry open the door of the Shanxi Guild Hall, a cultural protection unit, stole the bronze sword of the town hall, and used it to be a problem boy brawl.

Wen Xiu helped him: During a power outage, Wen Xiu, surnamed Ma, went to a friend's Internet café to deliver a manuscript and bumped into Wang Wei, who was beaten by someone;

Wang Wei was tall and big at that time, and he really couldn't help it when he was beaten in groups, but it was the war cultivator who had stolen the bronze sword that beat him.

I don't know what the hermit of the Shanxi Hall thinks, it is clear that the police can solve the problem, but if you have to be rude in private, it may not be the right way.

Out of his chest and out of a friend's entrustment, Wen Xiu, surnamed Ma, came forward to help the two mediate. He is well-known in the local area, and Zhan Xiu knows him, so naturally he will not lose face.

Acknowledging his kindness, the owner of the Internet café who was damaged by several display screens did not ask Wang Wei for compensation, this product is often mixed between Internet cafes and bars, and there is no money.

Later, Wang Wei borrowed money from Wen Xiu surnamed Ma a few times, but he never paid it back, and the relationship gradually faded.

Buddha cultivates him: After Wang Wei's accident, Wang Wei's mother, who was already hemiplegic, dragged her lame feet for four or five miles, asking for guidance from the famous 'horse bodhisattva' in the township.

The woman didn't know that the two children knew each other, but the mother of the Ma family knew her intentions and didn't see her behind closed doors, but she prescribed Wang Wei a prescription for 'helmet treatment'.

…

Wang Wei was bedridden all day long, so he naturally knew very little, and the atheist royal father also held opposing opinions, but he couldn't stand the queen mother's demonic insistence, and the already debt-ridden family was even worse.

A third-class helmet, 5,000 pieces.

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"Go to Chengxima's house."

After the navigator got off the expressway in Yingcheng New District, Ye Cheng made a temporary decision and decided to visit the Ma family's housewife first, anyway, it was the only way to go to Wang Wei's house, and it would not be too much of a waste of time.

What urged Ye Cheng to make such a decision was his irrepressible curiosity. He really wanted to know, before the war spirit world was publicized and built, how did the Buddhist cultivators who stayed at home achieve the prophet of the unknown?

Ye Cheng vaguely felt that she, who was rumored to be miraculous by the locals, seemed to have an ability that she had never dabbled in, or rather.... Magic, a spiritual medium between good and evil.

She and her Wenxiu son seem to be the key figures connecting this small city, and when the lights are first on, this sense of peace after the connection is particularly strong, as if it has been maintained by something.

Sustaining, an invisible qi that allows strangers to relate to each other. In the dark, the west of the city vaguely conveyed a hint of inspiration to Ye Cheng, which was very ethereal, and he couldn't catch it.

For the first time since the merger, Ye Cheng encountered an obscurity that could not be analyzed by rational thinking, he leaned on the back seat, and his eyes extended his consciousness again, in order to rush to the Ma family and learn more about the unknown.

"Vehicle ahead, pull over, vehicle ahead, pull over......"

Failing to fulfill Ye Cheng's wish, on the originally peaceful street, a piercing alarm sounded, and a loudspeaker shouted from behind the navigator, the chairman was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Ye Cheng.

"It's supposed to be a drunk driving check, stop?" The chairman of the board of directors asked Ye Cheng, but he was angry in his heart, this group of people seemed to be blind, and there was a whole row of passes hanging on the Beijing police sign, what did you not see?

The three cars, full of more than a dozen assistant managers, don't look like law enforcers, but more like idle members of society, full of thoughts: "Beijing OB is the first, and forging license plates doesn't take a dim sum ......"

The Ministry of State Security is subordinate to the Public Security Department, which is a functional department that is not recognized by the outside world.

"Non-stop!" Ye Cheng was dumbfounded without thinking. Hades is good to see, the little ghost is difficult, even if it can be solved by spending money, he does not want to delay time, the chaos in the small town is a local characteristic.

This has to be put on hold Yanjing, and the chairman of the high-powered and temperamental board of directors will definitely kick the accelerator and let them drink the exhaust gas, and when they finish checking the license plate information, they have to obediently go to the unit to apologize.

"Okay, stop for two minutes and call Zhou Renxin." Ye Cheng opened his eyes, he changed his mind, because he felt that the passers-by who witnessed this scene exuded strong resentment.

This group of people is really not making up, but a group of temporary workers with fish and flesh relationships, who have set up blocks for a long time, exploited passing vehicles, and have been in trouble for a long time.

Zhou Renxin was the director of the detention center who was responsible for detaining Ye Cheng when he received the court summons, and it is said that he had already replaced his top boss and was promoted to deputy director by Ye Cheng.

To crush people to death at the level of the official university and solve this kind of scum in the fish and meat township, he only needs to come forward and make two phone calls to the political and legal units in this small county.

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"It's lawless!"

This was originally the chairman's line, which came out of the mouth of the assistant manager of the roadblock, how to listen to it and how sarcastic.

The chairman hung up the phone before getting out of the car, and said without anger: "Certificates." ”

The little assistant manager was stunned: "Hey, hey, I have a big grass!" What about playing anti-guest with the master? Don't be reckless, if it's useful to call, what do you want us to do? ”

Chi Guoguo's ruffian style, even the little assistant manager next to him couldn't stand it, and interjected: "Now I suspect you of forging license plates and sticking passes indiscriminately, you have the right to remain silent......"

"What are you doing with this?" There were many people, and the old assistant manager stood up: "Xiao Wang, take his key and copy it directly!" Call the police and say that someone here is pretending to be a military family! Detain him for half a month! ”

Wearing a uniform and saying to call the police, the brain circuits of this group of people are really not ordinary Qingqi! The chairman was blushing from their ignorance, and immediately someone put a breathalyzer to his mouth.

The chairman pushed the man away: "It's against you!" ”

"Drunk driving attacked the police! Look at it! "Sin plus three degrees, on the guy!" "......"

The assistant managers were babbling, and one of them even scolded and took out an electric baton.

Syllable! The chairman didn't look at it, and slapped the nearest assistant manager on the road, and the scene was suddenly chaotic!

Click! Squeak! Yes!

Under the anger of the chairman, he made a big deal and picked out the knuckles who made people lame and couldn't take care of themselves.

Growing up in the city of Kyoto, I have dealt with countless emergencies, not to mention that I have never been scolded, even if I am scolded, it is limited to Ya Ting or something!

was suddenly greeted by the family, and the blood baby law was almost five steps away from blood splashing!

Through the car window, Ye Cheng looked at the flexible fat body of the chairman, and suddenly understood a little that why he died of unknown was because of his own impromptu intentions.

Ye Cheng saw that countless pairs of sharp claws stretched out from the back of the chairman's head, all of them were tapping on the keyboard, which was the legendary keyboard warrior, who was in charge of verbal criticism and writing to pull the powerful to dismount.

In a few minutes, the chairman and this police car that symbolizes Yanjing's face will become popular on the Internet, because someone is already taking pictures and uploading them.

Beijing officials, drunk driving, assaulting the police, decking cards, impersonating military families, making trouble and hurting people, these keywords will soon appear on various short video platforms, triggering the national flesh.

The so-called unknown death is the public opinion that is 'popular with the people', and it often becomes a weapon to stifle the truth.

…

The divine consciousness floated at the intersection where the traffic lights flashed, Ye Cheng overlooked the unfolding of all this, the spiritual platform was clear in the noise, and time and space began to stand still, and then returned to five minutes ago.

…

Woo...... Horn ...... Woooooooo

Piercing sirens: "Vehicle ahead, pull over and ......"

"It's supposed to be a drunk driving check, stop?" The chairman asked.

Ye Cheng didn't say anything, he was waiting for the chairman to make his choice.

Airplanes! The throttle slammed into the end and let out a heavy roar!

On the Pingjiao fast lane, where there are not many vehicles, a police and bandit chase that can only be found in film and television dramas was staged, and finally met on a narrow road in front of Ma's house in the west of the city.

Wen Xiu, surnamed Ma, stepped forward, dismissed his ninth-rate friends with a few cigarettes, and said to Ye Cheng with a displeased face: "Today's number is full, you guys will come to ask for incense again." ”

…

Woo...... Horn ......

Piercing sirens: "Vehicles ahead..."

"It's supposed to be a drunk driving check...", the chairman asked.

"Non-stop." Ye Cheng was categorical: "Take the alternative route to Wang Wei's house." ”

"Okay." The chairman of the board of directors acted according to the order, and the accelerator slammed to the end......

In the six-kilometer-long fast lane with a speed limit of 80, the navigator soared a terrifying time of 2 minutes and 12 seconds;

Entering the east of the city, racing west along the South Ring Road, at the end of the two-kilometer-long West Ring Road, the chairman of the board of directors who ran more than a dozen traffic lights, suddenly stopped the car!

Ye Cheng, who felt the vibration of the body, looked out, and the navigator accidentally bumped into a 'Wong Tai Sin'.

…

"Still can't avoid it?"

The deduction fell into a dead loop, and Ye Cheng, who couldn't help the chairman get rid of the unknown death, was a little dignified between his eyebrows.

He knew very well that the 'Wong Tai Sin' was the fate of the chairman.

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Again!

"Brakes."

At the T-junction at the end of the West Ring Road, Ye Cheng gave an early warning.

Wong Tai Sin passed without a hitch and was replaced by another option;

I turned left and was a mile away from Wang Wei's house, but two muck trucks that ran a red light collided and blocked the way.

Turn right for two kilometers, and the lights of Ma's house in the west of the city are bright, and the sense of inspiration seems to be stronger.

"Turn right."

The navigator stopped at Ma's house in the west of the city, and in the face of the million-level luxury car, Ma surnamed Wen Xiu still looked displeased: "Today's number is full, you ...... it."

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Three?

This city Xima's family is not simple.