the last priest

Thinking of Director Jin standing up, he talked about the dream he had.

Zha Wenbin made some calculations: "Curator Jin, the feng shui pattern here is originally suitable for a funeral parlor, diverting water from the city and turning it into a water dragon. Only the spirit of dragon and phoenix!"

Curator Jin now completely regards Cha Wenbin as a life-saving straw, and hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Please enlighten me, sir!"

Cha Wenbin smiled and said: "Isn't it difficult, I'm afraid Director Jin will have an extra job in the future."

"what occupation?"

"farmer!"

"Please tell me sir!"

Zha Wenbin nodded, and a group of people stared at him curiously. Zha Wenbin took a step and pointed to a small hill in front of the office: "What is that piece of land for?"

Curator Jin looked in the direction: "Sir, you have good eyesight. It is said that the land is a treasure cave. I originally planned to build a cemetery."

Zha Wenbin shook his head: "If you use that piece of land as a cemetery, according to the current Feng Shui situation, I am afraid that bad luck will come faster! If you build a cemetery, both inside and outside will be surrounded by Yin Qi, and your place may be destroyed. It's not as simple as being haunted, at least you will die, and at worst your whole family will die!" This word of death, Zha Wenbin said very seriously. 1 Chinese swastika 1. .

Curator Jin knelt down to Cha Wenbin with a plop: "Please help, sir!"

Cha Wenbin gave Director Jin a hand, and motioned him to sit down. Director Jin was originally very sensitive in his heart after earning money from dead people, and after listening to these words, he was already so frightened that his legs moved like a sieve.

Zha Wenbin continued: "The land is flat, and it is undoubtedly open within a few miles. It is called Luofengpo. If Director Jin finds some people to plant some sycamore trees on that land, it will attract phoenixes. Qi is more than enough to suppress your evil place, I don’t know if the phoenix can come now, let’s put some roosters in first, remember, even if these roosters die in the future, they cannot be eaten, they can only be buried alive!”

Curator Jin is like a chicken pecking rice at the moment, remembering what Cha Wenbin said firmly, wishing to find someone to handle it right away, this is simply a living fairy

"Thank you sir for saving your life, may I ask you his name?"

Director Zhao at the side was also very impressed by what he heard just now, he looked down on this upstart from the bottom of his heart, and laughed: "Who is he? His name is Cha Wenbin, he is the head of Zhengtian Dao, and the holder of the Maoshan ancestral seal , you have met a living god!"

Cha Wenbin glared at Director Zhao, who turned his face away and shut up

Curator Jin knelt down again when he heard that he was the head of the sect. Cha Wenbin couldn't stop him from bowing three times and kowtowing nine times.

In the evening, Director Jin and the three of them insisted on going to the county for a meal. Cha Wenbin said that he was a vegetarian, so Director Jin specially found a vegetarian restaurant and arranged for everyone to sit down.

With tea instead of wine, everyone took turns paying respects to Cha Wenbin. Halfway through the meal, Curator Jin took the initiative to ask about the car: "Sir, is there a ghost in that car?"

Zha Wenbin nodded, "It's better not to drive that car, sooner or later something big will happen!" As soon as he finished speaking, Director Jin's elder brother rang, indicating to answer the phone, he went outside the door and left the next three are eating

After a while, curator Jin rushed in and shouted: "Sir, it's bad, it's bad, something happened..."

When everyone heard the shout, they put down their bowls and chopsticks and watched as Curator Jin rushed in.

"No, something happened!"

Director Zhao stood up: "What happened?"

"There was an accident with that car! My husband told me that something happened to that car!"

Cha Wenbin's heart tightened: "Don't worry, just speak slowly!"

"A manager called to report that the car crashed and many people died! I don't know the details yet, so I need to rush there!"

Cha Wenbin stood up and picked up his clothes, "Then what are you waiting for, let's go there together!"

After paying their bills, a group of people got into the car in a hurry, led the way by Curator Jin, and left the county in a short while

After turning around and turning around, I arrived at a fork in the road. There were already traffic police at the scene, and the ambulance was carrying the injured. When I saw that it was a car from the Transport Management Office, I came over to say hello. I heard that Director Jin is The person in charge of the vehicle was detained on the spot

Director Jin said: "I am the director of the county funeral home, how can I be detained?"

The traffic police said: "A major traffic accident. Four people have been confirmed dead. I'm afraid Director Jin will go to the bureau to make a record."

As soon as Cha Wenbin heard that four people had died, he went up to ask what was going on

The traffic police took a look: "It's not convenient to answer."

At this time, Director Zhao came up and took out his ID: "I am from the Provincial Transportation Management Office, and I am also a friend of Director Jin. Comrade, can you tell me more about it?"

Hearing that it was the leader of the province, ** changed his tone: "According to the driver's recollection, it is preliminarily judged that this big bus is going to be driven to the repair shop for maintenance. It is empty. At this fork, the left side is running An agricultural tricycle came out, and there were a total of dead people on the tricycle, all of them died, according to the certificates, these four people belonged to a family, and now they are notifying their family members, alas, it is too bad, the whole family is gone!"

Cha Wenbin also felt uncomfortable listening, so he asked one more question: "Do you know where this family is from?"

"Wangzhuang! Their village chief is on his way..."

Hearing the word Wang Zhuang, with a plop, Zha Wenbin sat down directly on the ground. . .

Wang Zhuang, or Wang Zhuang, Mr. Wang, Mrs. He's wife, Mrs. Zhang's family, plus this family of four, exactly seven people!I was still thinking about finding the car, and I was going to think of a way to solve it, why did something happen just when I found it?

For the first time, Zha Wenbin was afraid of the Tao. Even if he had some abilities, he dared to ask the sky for someone and fight against the sky. Can he fight against the sky?What else can this Taoist do besides doing rituals for others and looking at Feng Shui?With his daughter gone, Wang Zhuang had seven lives, but he himself was so powerless. He knew the problem, but there was nothing he could do. Could it be that his fate was destined and could not be changed?plunged into deep frustration

After a while, the village head also came with a tractor. Seeing that Mr. He and Zha Wenbin were there, he didn't bother to say hello. He glanced at the tragic situation of the car accident, shook his head, and explained the family to Mrs. Already dead, no relatives, let the village take care of the funeral.

The driver was also slightly injured and was taken to the hospital by ambulance first. Curator Jin followed her back to make notes. The village chief made an appointment to go to the village the next day to talk about the funeral. Back to Wangzhuang

Along the way, the three of them became taciturn, and Director Zhao lost the excitement he had when he first arrived. He is also someone who is used to seeing car accidents, and this is the first time that such a tragedy happened like today:

There were four people on the tricycle: a man and a woman, an old man and a little girl. The little girl was no longer visible under the wheels. It was stuck on the neck, and there was almost a little skin attached. The old man was lying next to his granddaughter, and one thigh had been separated from his body. . .The blood is the same as that of a pig butcher, the ground is red. . .

Early the next morning, the entire Wangzhuang exploded. The family who died was also surnamed Wang. The man was called Wang Weiguo. The family went to his wife's natal home for dinner. The daughter was only 6 years old this year, and there was an 8-year-old son. I just didn't feel well that day, so I didn't go.Everyone gathered in the courtyard of Wang Weiguo, and the corpse was still lying in the funeral parlor, but the things here cannot be done without someone.In this village, 10 of the 8 households are relatives. A small meeting was held, and the village head was recommended to handle the funeral affairs on behalf of the Wang family. Director Zhao sold his favor and asked to go. He brought Mr. He and Cha Wenbin with him. The four went straight to the county seat

Curator Jin is also a supernatural figure. He made a record last night and went back to his hometown. Knowing that the accident would be dealt with the next day, he went to the police team to wait early. Just happened to meet several people again. When he went in and took a look, the driver I was caught from the hospital last night, and someone has to come out to take care of this.

Curator Jin called a lot of county leaders over, the village chief saw, good guy, these big people who seldom meet once a year are all here today, let’s listen to what’s going on first

When we arrived at the meeting room, the ** captain presided over the meeting.The county leader said about the major accident, and the higher-ups also attached great importance to it. They came to listen in. In fact, everyone knew that this was to support Director Jin. With the addition of Director Zhao, it almost became a tea party for the leaders. No matter how young the village chief is, he is also a sesame official. , Seeing a large group of leaders, they dare not speak. The ** team means to pay 5 yuan per life. The money will go to the county funeral home, and the funeral home will take care of the funeral. The driver will be detained for 15 days. Opinion

Naturally, the village chief didn’t dare to speak first, and the ** captain asked Curator Jin again. Curator Jin naturally said that everything should be mediated by the ** team. The captain saw that everyone had no objections, so he said, that’s it, everyone eat After dinner, sign the contract, and the matter is over

In those days, 5 yuan was not a small amount. For rural people, it was already an astronomical figure, but when everyone thought it was over, one person refused!

Cha Wenbin said: "One person's life is 5 yuan? There is also an 8-year-old baby, both parents died, how will he live in the future?"

The captain of the traffic police saw that this was an unfamiliar face, and thought it was a representative of the village: "Comrade, tell me what you think!"

Cha Wenbin looked at Curator Jin and said, "15 compensation for one person's life. The funeral home will be responsible for all the expenses of raising this little baby until he is 18 years old. The funeral home will be responsible for the funeral affairs of the four people. Will Director Jin agree?"

"15?" After a bit of coaxing, the conference room was bustling. At that time, ten thousand yuan households were already remarkable, and the county's fiscal revenue was only tens of millions a year. This guy cost 15 a life , the total is 60, and child support is still required. Before Director Jin can speak, a leader in charge of civil affairs refuses to agree: "Comrade, your request is too high! Does the ** team also follow the state's regulations!"

Cha Wenbin pretended he didn't hear it at all, stared at Director Jin and asked again: "Do you agree or not?"

Curator Jin's forehead was already beaded with sweat. This gentleman was eating together yesterday, why did he turn his face today? 60, the funeral parlor can’t make that much money in a year. Seeing Cha Wenbin’s eyes staring at him, an inexplicable fear surged up. After all, he is making money from dead people. Curator Jin still feels guilty, especially After yesterday's instruction, Curator Jin gritted his teeth: "Okay, just do as the master said!"

There was an uproar at the scene again, the police captain had dealt with so many accidents, and he had never encountered such a large amount of compensation, so he asked again: "Director Jin, are you really going to do what he said?"

Curator Jin nodded: "That's it!"

After listening, Cha Wenbin stood up and was about to go out. Director Zhao and Mr. He stood up and followed them out, leaving a group of people staring at each other. A bureau chief asked Director Jin: "Old Jin, that man What is it about?"

Curator Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's a fairy!"