Mysterious world, I have special understanding

Chapter 7 Here Comes
Dusk, Osmanthus Tea House.

The magistrate of Shanlan County, dressed in plain clothes, hurried to a private room, looking very low-key.

If it weren't for the fact that the upright Chinese character face under his hat was too obvious, I'm afraid no one would think that he was the county magistrate in the city.

After he came to the private room, he saluted the man opposite him respectfully, and said, "Master Teacher."

Opposite him, sat a man in a short shirt.

The man looked honest, as if he had just worked in the farmland and was temporarily called here.

However, the county magistrate did not have the slightest air to face such a man, and was even quite frightened.

He got up and poured tea for the other party, and asked, "Envoy, when will the Divine Cult leave this county? I'm afraid it will drag on for a long time and attract attention."

The honest man was drinking tea, took off his shoes, and said, "Why, does Lord Xianzun want to drive us away?"

The county magistrate seemed to be facing a great enemy for a while, and said, "Why did the teacher make such a statement?"

In fact, the magistrate of Sangshui County did not have such a good talk. When the news of the Fenglian Sect preaching at night first reached his ears, his first reaction was to send someone to investigate and try to stop it.

As a result, the next day, he received a letter and was too frightened to take any action.

Because there is only one sentence in the letter - "Lord Xianzun, you don't want to be known by the Supervision Division that you are a bandit in the mountains?".

This is the biggest secret of the magistrate of Sangshui County. He was originally the leader of a gang of gangsters on the mountain. Because he intercepted and killed the magistrate who was in office, he gave birth to the idea of ​​Li Dai Tao Zong.

He thought that the mountain was high and the emperor was far away, and no one would know this secret. Who would have thought
The honest man smiled honestly: "Lord Xianzun, don't be impatient. Don't worry, there is only one time, this time is over, the Goddess Fenglian will go to the next place to save the people from water and fire, and let them go to the prosperous fairyland.

At that time, you can continue to be your promising county magistrate. "

Saying that, he patted the county magistrate's shoulder with the hand he had just clasped his toes on.

The magistrate didn't dodge, and said seriously, "Thank you, thank you."

When he left, the new magistrate of Sangshui County, who had been in office for two years, had a gloomy look in his eyes.

Damn, this county magistrate deserves it, and it's fun when I'm not a gangster.

In the tea room, the goddess who was digging his toes clapped his hands and said, "The two worshippers, this time the goddess has to take more people away than before, the two of you are more worried? I remember that there were only two less people last time. ."

At this time, two robes, a man and a woman, came out.

The man's eyes lit up, as if there were flames burning in it, which was a little scary.

The woman, on the other hand, wears a black veil on her face, giving people a feeling of being at a distance.

Compared with the honest envoy in front of them, they are more like masters, so there is not much respect in the eyes of the two.

As a result, at this moment, the envoy's clothes suddenly moved, and two human faces appeared on his chest.

At this time, the face on the left said in a low voice, "Did you hear clearly?"

The two worshipers shivered and said nervously, "Yes."

The human face disappeared, and the envoy returned to his honest appearance.

He patted the female worshiper's shoulder, rubbed it, and said, "Trouble the two of you."

Ji Que is a very active person, and he said that if he wants to engage in Fenglian Sect, he must engage in it.

Soon, he began to inquire about the wind lotus sect in the name of "the aunt is lost."

But he found that this sect was secretive, preached in the city at night, and disappeared out of the city before dawn, just like a ghost.

Except for some farmland outside Sangshui County, there are barren grasslands and lush deep forests. Even if there are many congregants who preach at night, it is still difficult to find traces after they leave the city.

There are people who want to look for the Wind Lotus Sect. After all, many family members have not returned to the religion, so it is inevitable to inquire, but they have not gained much.

If Ji Que spends his time, he will naturally be able to find clues. After all, there are hundreds of missionaries at night, and probably none of them can fly.

But he didn't want to waste this effort. Unless the Wind Lotus Sect ran away, he would come back to preach sooner or later. He just had to wait and see.

In the afternoon, Ji Que went to the West Market once and collected more than a dozen rotten eggs.

It was the first time that the people in the vegetable market saw someone specializing in collecting rotten eggs.

On the way, Ji Que carried a basket of rotten eggs and held his breath.

His breath-holding skills are already top-notch, and with the blessing of Tai Chi True Qi, he can hold his breath longer and avoid being smoked.

On the way, bad luck must have struck. A pickpocket tried to touch his purse, but he vomited loudly with a "wow" as soon as he approached.

Ji Que turned his head and said hesitantly, "I can't stand this smell, and I still want to be a three-handed? No, no, when did the threshold of three-handedness become so low?"

The pickpocket didn't catch anything at all. He was so stinky that he didn't say anything. He was also mocked and yelled in anger.

In recent years, many thieves and bandits have been separated by a single thought. If the thief can't steal, or after being discovered, an angry person will turn into a robbery and murder.

"Smelly."

As a result, the hair thief was about to yell and rage when Ji Que leaned over. The hair thief only felt a strong stench coming from his nostrils, and he vomited again.

He climbed to get away from Ji Que, but Ji Que kept following him like a gangrene.

"I beg you."

"Don't, don't come here."

"Wow!!!"

"I was wrong."

"Wow!!!"

After some tossing, the pickpocket lay on the road, foaming at the mouth, looking like he was dying.

When Ji Que saw this, he sighed, "This rotten egg is genuine."

Along the way, he was possessed like a plague god, and the people around him could not avoid it, and no one was seen within three feet of his body.

Back at home, Ji Que just hung the rotten egg in the corner of the backyard and put it together with the previous rotten egg.

After that, he came to the front yard and let go of his breath.

As a result, the smell left on his clothes drifted, and he couldn't stand it.

The lethality of this thing is amazing, but people who don't know the wind lotus religion can't stand it.

At night, the night is as deep as water.

Sangshui County was quiet, only occasionally people were burning candles, and whispering voices could be heard.

The city gate to the west of the city opened silently, and the guard stood there with bewildered eyes, without any expression.

A team of hundreds of people walked slowly through the street, and when the yellow paper was spilled, the sound of recitation echoed in the streets and alleys like a tide.

Ji Que didn't sleep and was doing finger push-ups.

The exercise of the muscles of the body will also drive the circulation of the true energy in the body, and there is a feeling of complementing each other.

He didn't go to bed very early in these two nights, because the missionary rule of "one day off six" according to the wind lotus religion, it was time to come.

"coming?"

A faint sound of chanting chanting floated from the night, and even the sound of insects all around disappeared suddenly.

This is indeed a phenomenon that only happened when the wind lotus sect preached.

Without any hesitation, Ji Que lifted the basket of rotten eggs with his breath, leaned his body against the ground, and swam into Yuhua Alley like a swimming fish.

There is a maple tree in Yuhua Lane, with lush foliage.

Ji Que went upstream against the tree trunk, and quickly hid in the tree, looking like a ghost.

"Hey, why do I feel like I have the potential to be a thief?"

Ji Que nestled in the tree and complained to himself.

The moonlight is like frost, sprinkled on the ground.

The team that was sprinkled with yellow paper was only a hundred steps away from here.

(End of this chapter)