Taoist priest in the foggy capital

Chapter 46 is even more shocking to watch
"The righteous gods don't have upper body, and our ancestor doesn't bother to be a god or immortal, but he still has the authority of Shinto, so the three realms should still give him some face."

Uncle Ming picked up five sticks of incense and bowed respectfully three times to the portrait of the ancestor.

"How can we, mortal beings, withstand the power of our ancestors? I was lying in bed for almost two weeks with less than one power."

Uncle Ming glanced at Yin Xiu, "So, don't think about those crooked ways. Just practice seriously and lay a solid foundation. What's more, you haven't received the ultimatum or obtained the ultimatum, so you can't be regarded as a serious Taoist priest."

"What am I now?" Yin Xiu asked.

"Well...it's not right to say he's an apprentice. That's what the factory calls him. Let's just say he's a Taoist."

Yin Xiu nodded, "It doesn't matter, after all, it is related to [Tao], it's okay if it's not a letter guest."

"You talk so much nonsense and you still don't offer incense to our ancestor."

Yin Xiu quickly took the five incense sticks and was about to insert them into the incense burner, but was stunned.

"Uncle Ming, look at the fragrance, something doesn't seem right."

"Ok?"

Uncle Ming stepped forward nonchalantly. When he saw clearly, he frowned. He saw only five incense sticks in the incense burner, three long and two short.

He murmured: "If this incense comes out of the house, someone must be mourning."

"Uncle Ming, who's family is in trouble?"

"How did I know that it could be my home instead of someone else's?"

Uncle Ming raised his voice and his expression became more serious. After a pause, he took down a copper coin sword from the altar, bowed to the ancestor, took out two bags of glutinous rice, and stuffed one bag to Yin Xiu.

"During this period, please stay away from Nuomi. I always feel that something bad will happen recently."

Yin Xiu nodded and put the glutinous rice into his pocket, his mood was equally serious.

Last time, when Uncle Ming burned three long and two short incense arrays on the altar, Yin Xiu was almost killed by a werewolf. But this time, it is a familiar scene again, which probably means that other disasters will happen...

"Cena! Alas, I still think Uncle Ming Nongfa opened this small stall and went home to take care of himself!"

"Retirement care?" Uncle Ming raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Man from the capital city, do you think that everyone has the same apartments that charge rent like you? The old rule is, you should eat green onions and lose salt, right?"

After a few scratches in the iron pot with a shiny spatula, a steaming plate of fried glutinous rice was ready, with distinct grains.

Then Uncle Ming looked to the other side and said, "Uncle Fu, it's time to get off work. Let's have a bowl of soup first. How about soy sauce?"

The old man named Fu Bo looked very tired. He just nodded silently and sat down at the table nearby.

He is a watchman, that is, a security guard. He catches the earliest tram to go to work in a building in Mong Kok every day, and takes the tram back at night. The special discount line during this time can save five cents per trip.

Uncle Ming glanced at him and didn't serve the soup. Instead, he calmly poured a cup of hot tea and grabbed a handful of raw glutinous rice.

Then he walked to Uncle Fu, "Are you tired? Have a cup of tea!"

When Uncle Ming put down the tea cup, he loosened his palm slightly, and the raw glutinous rice fell silently into the cup.

Uncle Fu didn't refuse. He was indeed thirsty. He picked up the tea cup and started drinking tea. But as soon as it entered his mouth, he felt that the taste was a little weird.

When he was about to put down the tea cup, Uncle Ming put his hand on his shoulder, "Don't be anxious, keep drinking, and finish the tea." There was an inexplicable magical power in Uncle Ming's words, so Uncle Fu After only a moment of pause, he continued to bring the tea cup to his mouth, put the glutinous rice and the remaining tea leaves floating on the surface into his throat, and drank it all in one gulp.

call!
He let out a comfortable moan, and as hot air spurted out of his mouth, a faint black air also surged out from the top of his head and disappeared without a trace.

"Well, are you more comfortable?"

Uncle Ming handed over a cigarette, pulled up a stool and sat down at the table. He raised one foot and held his ankle with one hand, looking very relaxed and comfortable, as if he was just chatting.

"Did something happen? When I went to buy breakfast this morning, I saw that you were in good spirits."

"A very troublesome thing."

Uncle Fu finally recovered. After taking a puff of cigarette, he seemed to be recalling what happened today. He frowned and was silent for a while before saying, "Uncle Ming, do you think there are any zombies in Hong Kong Island?"

"Zombie?"

Uncle Ming's hand holding the cigarette trembled obviously, and the formed cigarette ashes fell on his nightgown, but he didn't notice it at all.

"There is no corpse raising ground on Hong Kong Island. They are all cemeteries. Where do the zombies come from? I heard that some young people have recently imitated those modern magazines and installed long dentures for themselves. They go around scaring the elderly and children. They think it is very interesting. , lose, childish!”

This statement rarely moved Uncle Forbes. He raised his head, his eyes hidden under his gray eyebrows were bright and full of fear.

"It's true, Uncle Ming, you know I'm a weak person and can easily bump into dirty things, so I only work the day shift. Even if the manager takes advantage of me, I won't work the night shift.

In the morning, when I clocked in and started my routine patrol as usual, I passed by a room and found that the door was wide open.

I know the resident of this room very well. He always goes to bed very late and wakes up very late. He sends and receives a lot of letters every day, filling up his mailbox. He must be a young man who likes to make pen pals. .

When I saw the door open, I thought about going up to check it. Could it be that I forgot to lock it when I went out, or that someone had robbed it?
At that time, my hand was already on the baton. Of course, we were not patrolmen, so the thing couldn't be called a baton. Anyway, it was something similar, a long, black stick, tied around my waist. Uncle Ming, you must know.

When I was young, I fought in a ring, and I was so good at all kinds of martial arts that I could fight ten of them!So I didn't panic at that time and walked up slowly. "

"did not expect……"

When Uncle Fu said this, his hands kept shaking and he couldn't speak. Uncle Ming just handed over another cigarette with a solemn expression, waiting for him to calm down.

After a while, Uncle Fu continued: "That young man is dead! He seemed to have been scratched by some wild beast, with blood marks all over his body and his clothes were in rags.

While calling someone, I quickly went up to see if he was still breathing. When I got closer, I found that his skin was livid, his body was stiff, and there were two black holes on his neck!Turn purple! "

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Ming stood up suddenly, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Then what happened to the body?"

Uncle Fu was stunned, "Uh-huh, I was taken to Mong Kok Police Station by the patrolmen and told to do an autopsy tomorrow."

"Oops!"

Uncle Ming threw away the cigarette in his hand and started running towards the street.

"Uncle Ming, where's my soup! My soup hasn't been made yet!"

Uncle Ming didn't look back, he just responded: "The soup is in the pot, go get it yourself, remember to help me clear the stall later!"

(End of this chapter)