Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 415 Cough Syrup
"This is your meal, ma'am."

The flight attendant neatly placed the three meals I ordered on the dining island:
"And a popcorn."

This is the result of discussions between Gong Shuji and I.

It was too obvious for the two of them to go to the policeman and stuff the note with them. It would be more appropriate to ask for help when buying something.

Gong Shuji and I only waited for about five or six minutes before we got our meals successfully. Gong Shuji picked up the lunch box and I used his movements as a cover to reach out for the popcorn and write down what I had just secretly written. The note was thrown into the island platform.

The paper was folded in four, so it wasn't very big. The flight attendant was stunned for a moment, then bent down and picked up the paper.

The opponent's crouching figure is obscured, so we can't see his movements, and we can't tell whether the piece of paper belongs in the trash can or in his palm.

but
us--

The middle-aged man sitting opposite us actually followed us!

The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and smiled, looking extremely eager:

"I see you haven't come back for a while, so I'm here to help you."

Gongshu Ji did not tell the other party what he had in his hands:
"It's just three meals. There's nothing I need to help with. It takes time for the staff to heat up the meals."

The middle-aged man laughed sheepishly:

"Okay, okay, then go back quickly if you have nothing to do."

"I happened to have something to discuss with you, so I came over in a hurry."

We've only been out for about ten minutes, what else could possibly need such urgent discussion?

I casually glanced sideways at the staff at the island. Disappointingly, the staff seemed to have no clue about the outside world and had been counting the remaining meals.

Seeing that the pace of the two of us had not quickened, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and hurriedly gave Gong Shuji a hand:
"Go back quickly! How can there be any reason to ask the immortal master to wait for us?"

Immortal teacher?
The middle-aged man took us a few steps, then suddenly turned back and said:

"By the way, when you meet the immortal master, please don't say anything about me begging you to treat me as a distant relative. I'm asking you to do this."

"After all, everyone has to go together. As long as I can get those two more pounds, as long as I can make more offerings."

What the middle-aged man said later was swallowed back into his mouth.

I didn't hear clearly what he said next, but these things alone made me construct a strange story line in my heart.

The three of us walked all the way back to the original carriage.

After only ten minutes of leaving, there was an unspectacular old man sitting in our original seat.

The old man had white hair and beard, and looked to be at least seventy years old. He was as tall as those strange people with boxes, and was almost skinny.

But there are some differences.

The old man's eyes were not as obvious as the red bloodshot eyes of others, his hands were clean, without the slightest trace of dirt, and he had an aura of "respecting the saints, respecting the good, and benevolent and fraternal" all over his body.

The moment he saw the white-haired old man, the middle-aged man who was eager to take us back suddenly slowed down, walked respectfully to the white-haired old man, and shouted:
"Immortal Master."

The white-haired old man agreed cheerfully and stretched out his hand to wave to us:

"Come on, come on, sit down and talk."

With this aura, people who didn't know it would probably think that he was the owner of the position.

Gong Shuji and I sat down side by side. The white-haired old man shook his eyelids, looked at us up and down, and then smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth and said:

"Hello, young men."

"My surname is Bai, you can just call me Venerable Bai." "I heard from Xiao Chen that you also know what is going on in Longhu. You are also the child of a woman married outside Longhu. Right?"

really!

We had just made time to chat among ourselves, and the middle-aged man opposite, whom the white-haired old man called 'Xiao Chen', was also contacting others!
They are all people who come with the same purpose, and they will naturally synchronize the news they get from each other.

No, it should be said that it will pass the message to the upper level.

When the middle-aged man learned that we were half Longhu people, he started chatting with us. In fact, he showed a competitive relationship with other people with suitcases.

Everyone who carries suitcases should respect this 'Venerable White', and it must be this old man's idea to come to Longhu.

The boss leads a group of people to fight towards Longhu. How can he stand out?
It's very simple. As long as you offer more things than others, you will naturally win the favor of the boss.

But they are holding the same box. Everyone thinks so, so they will naturally fill it up. Where can there be more?
Naturally through 'us'.

What the middle-aged man said, "The more you ask for, the more you pay, the more you have to offer", which also proves this point.

The middle-aged man is a selfish bitch.

And this group of people who came here with the so-called "venerable" and "immortal master" also have this so-called "venerable" and "immortal master".
One word crossed my mind -

'paganism'.

A group of people who claim to be immortal masters, are strange and inexplicable, and are not in a good mental state.

So many identical, heavy and precious boxes.
A secretly organized organization, a night trip to a strange village
All this is too much like a pagan religion.

I was in silence and couldn't hear any sound.

When he came back to his senses, Gong Shuji had already briefly chatted with the other party. Venerable Bai, who had white hair and beard, still looked compassionate with a smile on his face, but he took out a bottle of cough syrup from his arms?

Venerable White placed the half-filled bottle of cough syrup on the table and slowly pushed it toward us.

I was keenly aware that the moment the cough syrup appeared, the eyes of the middle-aged man who had been standing by the seat firmly holding the suitcase lit up. In other words, he turned redder.

What is it?

Can an octogenarian man control dozens of people in their prime?
The answer is already obvious.

No?
".Glad to hear you are from Long Lake."

There was a look of reminiscence on the old man's face:

"It is the right thing to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan. Whether you are dead or alive, there must be a place called your hometown to accommodate your soul."

"Otherwise, you won't be able to rest in peace after you die."

"To be honest, I was also from Longhu a long time ago. Unlike your mother who married outside, I got married as a son-in-law. My wife was not good to me. She beat me and scolded me. I have been called a son-in-law for many years, but in fact, I am a son-in-law. Coolie’s work.”

The old man clasped his hands together, raised his head and closed his eyes, then quickly lowered his head:

"If I hadn't received the inspiration, I might have lived like this for the rest of my life."

"However, the Immortal still took pity on me, so he allowed me to found a spiritual society and lead a group of brothers and sisters to escape from the sufferings of the world and wait for the bliss of this world."

"Perhaps it's because we are both half Longhu people, so I feel like we are old friends at first sight."

"Let's try this bottle of cough syrup."

"This is the Chinese medicine version that I made specially. Just treat it as a meeting gift for you."

Use cough syrup as a proxy.

You can make up your own mind about what it is, or you can directly refer to various news and information on the eight keywords of 'Zimbabwe Cough Syrup'. It is not convenient to say more here.