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Chapter 200 Visiting the Team Members

Both the people from the Military Mansion and the Criminal Division had already evacuated first.

Zhou Yue originally wanted to send someone to take Dai Jianshui back first, but Dai Jianshui looked at Feng Yun, and finally waved his hand to signal Zhou Yue to take people away first.

He stood on the spot by himself, watching Feng Yun lead Brother Pingtou on the final patrol on Baiwu Mountain.

"Magistrate Dai, why haven't you left yet?"

After confirming that the last trace of yin energy on Baiwu Mountain had dissipated, Feng Yun was about to go to the hospital with Brother Pingtou, but he saw Dai Jianshui standing there.

"Director Feng, let me take you to the hospital!"

Dai Jianshui really regarded himself as a driver.

This time in Linjun County, it was Feng Yun who turned the tide and got the peace now. Dai Jianshui always felt that his verbal thanks were not enough, and he wanted to do more to help Feng Yun. He didn't seem to think that he was the sheriff. What's wrong with a driver.

Taking a hard look at Dai Jianshui, Feng Yun seemed to have thought of something, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one and handed it over, "Governor Dai, have one!"

Dai Jianshui was a little confused, took the cigarette subconsciously, took out the lighter skillfully and lit it, put it to his mouth and took a deep breath.

Dai Jianshui finally realized after exhaling a mouthful of smoke rings, how could he be so natural?
He found that among the three people, he was the only one who smoked, and Feng Yun put away the cigarette after handing him a cigarette.

It was also quite sudden.

"Um, Director Feng, aren't you going to smoke?"

After all, with a cigarette with you, it doesn't look like you don't smoke?

"I don't smoke, so the reason why I carry a pack of cigarettes is that it has other uses.

After all, I can't carry a handful of sandalwood with me, can I? "

While walking down the mountain, Feng Yun explained this to Dai Jianshui.

Dai Jianshui's curiosity was aroused.

He thought of something else. Feng Yun's previous arrangement of the formation was to light three cigarettes and stick them on the ground, so is it used in this way?
"Director Feng, can this cigarette replace sandalwood?"

Feng Yun laughed, "When it comes to offering incense, it depends on what you are respecting.

When Buddhists offer incense, they honor the Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha; when Taoists offer incense, they honor the Three Pure Ones; and among the common people, when they offer incense, they represent heaven, earth, and people.

There are really some differences in this.

Buddhists have stricter requirements for incense. The three sticks of incense represent the three elements of precepts, concentration, and wisdom.It also means supporting Buddhist monks and living in the Three Jewels.

Generally speaking, it is actually a custom, hoping to pass on the new through incense.

Just like people going to graves, incense itself has no meaning. It is people, not gods, who give it meaning.

As the saying goes, the poor tell fortunes, the rich burn incense, and burning incense is a cultural custom with a long history, which can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties..."

Feng Yun explained in detail, but Dai Jianshui felt as if he was listening to a book from heaven, with a confused look on his face.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yun shook his head helplessly and said another way.

"To put it simply, burning incense is actually a way of lighting something with fragrance to complete a ritual.

For example, I set up the Five Elements Gathering Array on Baiwu Mountain, and it has nothing to do with whether I light incense or not.

It doesn’t mean that you can’t set up a formation without burning incense, nor does it mean that you can’t drive away evil spirits without burning incense.

Those with low realms use these cumbersome rituals to express their integrity.

Those with higher realms show respect through this ritual. "

Dai Jianshui finally understood what Feng Yun said.

"So, it's okay to not burn incense, right?"

"Indeed.

The meaning of incense in ancient times is a signal.

Whether it's wolf smoke or three fragrances, it's the same.

The ritual of lighting incense originated during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Do you think there were no gods before the Shang and Zhou dynasties?

Before the Shang and Zhou dynasties, many witchcrafts could also achieve the effect of connecting the world.

Some of them use fire as their faith, some use corpses as their faith, and some use blood as their faith.

In the final analysis, it is just a more convenient ritual that can lower the threshold of communication between humans and gods.

In fact, do you think God will care whether to light cigarettes or incense, or will heaven and earth care? "

This was the first time Dai Jianshui had heard of such a statement, and Dai Jianshui had incomparable admiration for Feng Yun's realm.

People always want to impose their own ideas on gods and Buddhas.

Separation, attachment, delusion, greed...

People don't admit their ignorance, they just blind themselves and don't believe the truth.

Although Feng Yun knew that ghosts, gods and demons still existed in this world, the popularization of science was the mainstream of this era.

People need unified weights and measures, just like the geese that Qin Shihuang made back then.

Otherwise, people will regard all matters that differ from their own views as evil.

The same lessons abound in history, stained with blood.

Now Huaxia has used a smarter way and a more unified culture to help human beings examine this world full of secrets.

This is the significance of the development of the times.

"Okay, Lord Sheriff, after talking so much, let's get back to business.

Here, what are you going to do when you go back? "

The three of them had already descended the mountain and walked up to the car. Feng Yun looked at Dai Jianshui with a solemn expression.

"Director Feng, don't worry, I'm ready. I will deal with Shengyu Real Estate immediately. In addition, I will announce the plans for the Baiwu Mountain project. Of course, I will also immediately deal with the temples on the Chenghuang Land. Arrange it..."

Dai Jianshui has already made plans to fully cooperate with Feng Yun's actions, support all decisions of the polling bureau, and will never make decisions on his own again...

The vehicle left Baiwu Mountain.

Along the way, Feng Yun and the others could see that a lot of people had gathered on the road. These people who didn't know what happened were still stretching their necks to look towards Baiwu Mountain.

"Mr. Dai, next, Linjun is busy..."

Feng Yun said with emotion.

Dai Jianshui smiled bitterly.

This is indeed something that their county government will deal with next.

After sending Feng Yun and Brother Tou to the hospital, Dai Jianshui went back to the county mansion first, and he had to support the overall situation.

In the process of going upstairs, Feng Yun sighed softly, "I don't know what happened to Fatty and the others?"

Brother Pingtou took a look at Feng Yun, is the director worried?
"Don't worry, they are all trained by the chief, they will be fine!"

To comfort him, he really thought so, even though Fatty and the others were seriously injured, they were still alive, right?

Hearing what Brother Pingtou said, Feng Yun stretched out his hand and tapped him on the head, "What are you talking about.

Precisely because they are all people I personally trained, I am more worried about whether they are good or not.

This time, they were really risking their lives.

With their strength, they were able to last so long under the hands of the Four-Armed Bodhisattva, until we arrived, if they hadn't fought their lives, they would have never been able to do it!
There is no shame in losing to the Four-Armed Bodhisattva! "

When mentioning the Four-Armed Bodhisattva, Brother Pingtou agreed very much. Even he himself would not have dared to rush up if it hadn't been for Feng Yun's various arrangements.

While speaking, Feng Yun and Brother Touping had already arrived at the door of Fatty's ward.

Pushing open the door of the ward, Feng Yun was stunned for a rare moment when he saw clearly the people lying on the bed.

This ward was specially arranged, and there were six people living in it, in addition to the five people from the polling bureau, plus Daoist Qingyun.

The TV hung on the wall was turned on, and several people lying on the hospital bed were watching the TV with great interest, and it was completely impossible to see that they were seriously injured.

Fatty and the others who heard the door opening subconsciously looked towards the door, and they were also dumbfounded.

Brother Pingtou followed behind, not knowing what was going on inside. Seeing Feng Yun standing still at the door, his heart skipped a beat. Could something really happen to Fatty and the others?

Brother Pingtou, who was thinking like this, rushed forward.

After seeing the situation in the ward clearly, Brother Pingtou was extremely speechless.

The fat man was holding a handful of melon seeds, and the skin of the melon seeds was still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

It's really outrageous.

"Bureau, Director, why are you here?"

The few people who finally came to their senses, the fat man stammered and asked, while the others sat up neatly and quickly.

Walking into the ward, he pulled a chair and sat down. Although Feng Yun didn't expect such an atmosphere in the ward, it also showed that the team members were fine, so he could rest assured.

One arm of the fat man was hung in plaster around his neck, and he handed the melon seeds in his other hand to Feng Yun, "Director, why don't you crack some melon seeds first?"

Feng Yun really couldn't laugh or cry, "You guys are living a pretty comfortable life..."

Fortunately, he was still worried on the way here, so that's the end?

Feng Yun suddenly felt that his worries were a bit superfluous.

The injuries of the team members looked serious because they were covered in blood, but in fact they were all minor injuries. They couldn't hold on at that time, and it was only because the strength in their bodies was exhausted.

After all, after a long period of high-intensity combat, there was no time to catch their breath. They were able to persist until Feng Yunlai, and they were really completely exhausted.

After all, the person who was most seriously injured was Fatty. His arm was seriously dislocated, and he was slowly repaired with a plaster cast.

After Kong Jie sent them to the hospital, the hospital immediately treated them, including blood transfusion and wound treatment.

The physical fitness of fat people is much stronger than that of ordinary people. If they don't recover, it will be faster.

The fat man pulled the flat-headed brother to brag about his application record in the ghost market, "You don't know how awesome I am, fat man.

See my arm?It's because when I saw the Four-Armed Bodhisattva, Fat Lord, I jumped up and rushed over, and slapped him several times..."

Brother Pingtou's eyes widened, and he looked at Fatty in disbelief, as if he didn't believe it at all.

When the other people heard the fat man boasting like this, they all held back their laughter.

Inside the ward, the atmosphere was extremely cheerful.

Feng Yun walked to Daoist Qingyun's bed and sat down.

"Taoist Priest Qingyun, how are you feeling now?"

It seemed that Daoist Qingyun was more seriously injured than Fatty and the others. At this moment, he was almost wrapped up like a mummy lying on the bed, only half of his face was exposed.

Daoist Qingyun didn't seem to care much about his injury, "I don't have any serious problems, just rest and rest.

Troubled the Secretary to be concerned, I am really a little embarrassed! "

Hearing what Daoist Qingyun said, Feng Yun shook his head.

"What the Taoist said is polite.

I also know everything about the Taoist priest. As far as the mind of the Taoist priest is concerned, I admire him very much!

Take a good rest and recuperate first, and when the Taoist priest recovers from his injury, welcome the Taoist priest to the polling bureau! "

Daoist Qingyun's eyes lit up at Feng Yun's invitation. He originally wanted to meet this mysterious director and went to the polling bureau. Now that Feng Yun proposed it, Daoist Qingyun would naturally not refuse. .

Letting go of his worries, Feng Yun and the doctor confirmed the specific injuries of Fatty and the others. Recently, they still need to recuperate in the hospital. It will take at least ten days before they can decide whether to leave the hospital according to the situation.

Of course, because of their physical strength, the injuries have been basically controlled, and there will be no sequelae.

After explaining a few words to Fatty and the others, Feng Yun took Brother Pingtou and went straight to the polling station.

When returning to Liuhuo Avenue, you have to pass by Jingwu Subway Station.

Feng Yun's mind was focused on his matters. Although his eyes were looking out the car window, his pupils were not focused at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange figure. Feng Yun didn't pay attention to it, but after the car advanced another 600 meters, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly called the driver to stop.

He got off the car by himself and walked quickly towards Jingwu subway station.

Opposite the subway entrance, the young man in plain white clothes looked towards the subway station, but he didn't walk over to it, but kept writing something on the notebook he was holding.

The young man looks like he is only in his twenties, his skin is pale, and he feels like he has not seen the sun all year round.

The pen he used to write and draw is not an ordinary pen, but a wolf hair pen, and even the notebook looks more like an ancient scroll with a sense of age.

Whether it's a pen or an ancient scroll, it doesn't seem to go well with young people, but the inexplicable aura exuded by this young man made Feng Yun couldn't help but look up at the sky.

The clouds and mist in the sky avoided the area above the young man's head, and there was only a piece of clear blue without any cloud or mist.

In the folk supernatural game designed by Feng Yun in his previous life, there happened to be a character set exactly the same as the young man in front of him.

After staring at the young man for a long time, Feng Yun came to his side and opened his mouth suddenly.

"who are you?"

(End of this chapter)