It was the middle of August, the weather was hot, sitting around the fireplace, this hot pot was steaming, the fresh and spicy oil smell went straight to the nose, making my index finger wide open, and the chopsticks danced more neatly than the swordsmanship. People like us have seen a lot of things, not to mention hearing about them, but a highly decomposed corpse full of white maggots is placed in front of us, and we still have to eat it, and our nose can automatically block the smell.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao had eaten a lot before, and was eating, so he became curious and asked what was going on?

Yang Cao didn't hide it from me, saying that in recent days, in a township in Kaixian County, Dazhou, there have been three cases of tomb robbery in a row, the methods are rough, blatant, the owners of the stolen graves are all women, and they have just died, the local public security organs intervened in the investigation and found that things were very strange, from the scene, there was no outsider to do it, as if it was pried open from the inside of the coffin, and the body crawled out by itself.

The local organization of manpower to search, but the result was not found for a long time, this thing is a little weird, some people rumored that those female corpses turned into zombies, the corpses changed, causing panic, so the report came up, asked for support, and sent a few people to take a look.

Although in order to save land and reduce pollution, the state has been promoting cremation since the founding of the People's Republic of China, but burial is a long-standing traditional funeral method for most ethnic groups in China.

There is a burial, there is a corpse, it stands to reason that people are in the ground for peace, but there are exceptions, if there is a place where the yin gathers and the cave gathers, or the deceased is disturbed, and there is a grudge before death, there is indeed a possibility of a corpse change, but listen to Yang Cao said this thing, it may not be a corpse change, maybe it is a good thing done by the foolish people and foolish women in the countryside, or there is a trick made by the full-time ghost wanderers, and the locals do not know, so it is just a rumor.

These need to be investigated, and the conclusion is inconclusive, the miscellaneous little Taoist is out of Maoshan Mountain, and he is the best at this kind of thing, and he can't help but say a few more words, Yang Cao has the intention of catching Ding, and wants to pull us together to take a look, we are still going to Yucheng here, and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao hurriedly shook his hand and excused himself, so he said, Yang Cao was helpless, and he had to persuade him to drink.

Sitting with friends, although the place is not high-grade, but eating hot pot and drinking wine, it is also refreshing, Zhao Xingrui does not speak much, and his face is habitually tense, but drinking is not ambiguous at all, and he never shirks when he raises a glass of drinking, and he has always drunk it all.

Since Huiming died in the Nujiang River in southern Yunnan, his life has not been very good, although he was balanced and won the best student at that time, but he was somewhat involved by Huiming and Mrs. Ke, and the leaders above did not use his courage, so he was sent back to the Southwest Bureau from the imperial capital - in fact, there are many protégés of Huiming in the Southwest Bureau, and they can also take care of him, but Zhao Chengfeng parachuted into the Southwest Bureau from the central government, and made drastic moves, pulling and beating these people, panicking all day long, and he couldn't take care of him.

Zhao Xingrui was still very valued by Zhao Chengfeng before, but since the failure to hunt us down last year, he has gradually been left out in the cold, and now he is hanging on an idle job, doing nothing all day, which is indeed a blow to the extremely ambitious Lao Zhao, and people can't help but feel a little decadent and depressed.

During the banquet, Zhao Xingrui, who had not spoken much, suddenly found the miscellaneous hairy trail and asked if there was anyone else there was Boss Chen in the Black Hand Shuangcheng, the last time he saw Qin Zhen and Teng Xiao, they were like fish in water under Boss Chen of the Southeast Bureau, and he also wanted to be seconded to the past.

Lao Zhao not only has a classmate friendship with me, but also has the grace of saving his life, he opened his mouth so hard, naturally he can't be lazy, Zamao Xiaodao immediately contacted Secretary Dong, and got in touch with the senior brother through him. I didn't expect the senior brother to know the old Zhao, after asking a little about the relationship with us, he said yes, Dong Zhongming should almost be released, his subordinates just lack of usable manpower, Zhao Xingrui is the best student in the 09 training camp, if there is no problem with the probationary period, then it is okay to be an assistant to him.

Listening to the words conveyed by the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao, Lao Zhao was a little excited, if he could really be the assistant of the Black Hand Shuangcheng and squeeze into the small circle trusted by the senior brother, I am afraid that in the future, there will be a place for him in this religious bureau.

Lao Zhao was quite excited, swept away his gloomy look, raised his wine glass, and drank three glasses of wine in a row.

Lao Zhao's mood was high, people were much more active, recalling the scene when we were hunted down that day, quite a lot of emotion, he patted me on the shoulder, said that when the training camp was in the day, because he had the highest foundation, people were also hardworking, so he didn't recognize me very much, even if the training camp ended, he still felt that he could surpass Lu Zuo, until later Maoshan cooperated with the relevant departments to hunt me down and the miscellaneous hairy trail, but let us escape from the Lu alive, not only dragged down many people, but also fought more and more fiercely, Just like the Red Army of the Long March, it has completed the transformation of rebirth, and this alone makes him ashamed and unreachable, which turns from sympathy to admiration.

Lao Zhao said that he was proud to have a classmate like me, I took his hand, looked at this disciple who was once a great enemy, smiled sincerely, and said that I am too.

A meal was eaten until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, the soup pot was almost dry, the wine bottles were stacked like a mountain, Zhao Xingrui, who had always lived an ascetic life, was drunk, Yang Cao sent this guy back with a wry smile, nagging, saying that he would go to investigate the case tomorrow, and his head was so dizzy that he jumped into the river.

I stood still, the face of the miscellaneous hair trail was slightly red, but it was rising, and I saw that Qingcheng Mountain was near Jinguancheng, so I called a car and sent us over. We are a little hot and dry on the car, but after a while, a cold wind blew, only to remember that we do not have the contact information of Master Xiuyun, if Qingcheng Mountain is as blessed as Maoshan Mountain, the surface is not the same, this time to go, maybe there is a void.

The two of us discussed going back, but fortunately, Lord Tiger Cat remembered that Wang Zheng was the elder of the Dantai Bidong of the Quanzhen Dragon Sect of Qingcheng Mountain, so he could go there.

All the way, when we arrived at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, it was already evening, we found a bend of spring water to wash our faces, and after asking the locals for directions, we went up the stairs and walked towards the dojo of Dantai Bidong. And the tiger cat didn't want to go to that Taoist land, so he foraged for food by himself.

It is also lucky, when we arrived at the place, not only Wang Zhengyi was there, but even Master Xiuyun, who sacrificed his life to save us that day, was also there, and the two were playing chess under the pine tree at night.

When we went to pay our respects, the two elders were a little surprised and came to salute us.

After some greetings, he went back to the chess table and sat down, Master Xiuyun wiped the chess pieces on the chessboard, saying that there were friends from afar, and they were happy, and the chess would not be played first. Master Xiuyun smiled, like a child.

Sitting down, there was a Taoist boy brought a pot of tea, a few people chatted, talking about the events of the day, I was full of gratitude, and Master Xiuyun waved his hand, smiled modestly and said: "Amitabha, this is a trivial matter, there is no need to worry, the situation at that time, but anyone who has some righteous heart, will do this, not to mention me, an old monk who has eaten in front of the Buddha for so many years?" ”

He touched his fat belly and spoke self-deprecatingly, not paying attention.

I don't worry about grace, Master Xiuyun is so free and open-minded, I don't pretentious, I bow deeply again, and I don't say much. The tea is rough, it is the Taoist priest who went to pick the wild tea trees on the mountain and fried it, but there is a trace of wonderful fragrance between the bitterness, it is really good, drinking tea, the two masters asked about the experience of fleeing that day.

There are quite a lot of factions on this Qingcheng Mountain, and Li Tengfei of the Laojun Pavilion returned that day, if it weren't for the chief elder of the Laojun Pavilion Li Zhaoxu going down the mountain, it is estimated that the ancestral demon swords have been seized, although Li Tengfei was sent to the Northwest Frontier by Li Zhaoxu afterwards, but the news also spread to them, and it became a joke for a while, but it also had a new view of our strength, and for the events of the day, a little more curious.

Time has passed, and now that we have been rehabilitated, we will not hide much, and will jump off the Yangtze River Bridge that day, pick out some key narratives, how difficult and dangerous the road is, and the two of them listened to a sigh.

This story is leftovers, we have told it many times, but for Wang Zhengyi and Master Xiuyun, it is very fresh, a pot of tea unconsciously drank for a long time, the night is as cold as water, the two of them were shocked, put away the residual tea, and left us to stay here. After a night of silence, Wang Zhengyi led us to meet his master, Daoist Xinping, as well as other outstanding disciples and masters of the Dantai Bidong Dojo.

Jianghu people pay attention to friendship and friends, and it always does not hurt to know more people.

We stayed in Qingcheng Mountain for a few days, and we were quite familiar with Wang Zheng, Master Xiuyun and the children of their sect, but it was a pity that the ghost robe brother would fan Luo Qingyu on white paper that day, and several immortal immortals on Qingcheng Mountain did not meet, and the cultivators in the mountains talked about little, which was a little regrettable.

After reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, out of Qingcheng Mountain, I said goodbye to Liu Sili on the phone with Zamao Xiaodao, and then turned to Yucheng, where I found Brother Wan Yicheng, who had taken us in for several days at the most dangerous moment of our escape.

On the day we left here, the back foot on the back foot of the relevant departments of the pursuers, in case Cheng was detained for fifteen days because of the suspicion of harboring fugitives, and then under the intervention of the elder brother to get out of the relationship, see us again, he subconsciously looked left and right, sneakily pulled us into the house, a nervous face, until he learned that we had redressed the grievances, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his body also relaxed.

Among friends, there were not many words of thanks, and another big meal of wine poured this man under the table.

Doubling the money I borrowed at the beginning, I said goodbye to Zamao Xiaodao and Wan Yicheng, and went to the ghost city of Yudu, the original site of the Jeranci Temple, but unfortunately the mountain collapsed, and the things were wrong, and there was no trace of Brother Long.

I, Miscellaneous Xiaodao, Duoduo, Little Demon, Fat Bug and Tiger Cat stood in front of the river to remember Brother Long and Huowa, and then did not stay any longer, and asked Wang Tiejun, the public affairs commissioner of the Mao Jin Office, to help book a plane ticket, and then turned back to Nanfang City.

Because in two days, my father will be transferred to the hospital.