Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 43 The Dead Man
"Tch, you are busy with your work, I don't have time to chat with you..." Fatty Wang hadn't finished speaking, but he was kicked on the ass by Ye Feng.

This stupid fat man doesn't make money even if he has money!
"Hey, why are you kicking me!" The fat man muttered a few words, Ye Feng heyed a few times, and said to Zhao Bingjun: Sorry, we are here to grab jobs.

Zhao Bingjun looked the boy in his twenties up and down, and smiled dryly:
"Just you?"

Ye Feng has always wanted to buy a piece of protective jade for Xia Shihan, but because of his lack of money, the door-to-door sale today is not profitable.

And these mediocre Taoist priests who are cheating and abducting can kill one by one, saving the world from causing disaster.

"You are..." The curator also came over at this time, looking at the three of them with some doubts.

Ye Feng took a look at Lin Xiaoyu, and had to say that since the two of them cooperated in arresting the shop owner who trafficked people last time, one look is enough for the actor and actress to communicate with each other.

"From the city bureau, I heard that you have corpses walking around here at night. This is the psychic consultant in our team. He came here specially to take a look." Lin Xiaoyu took out her police officer ID and pushed Ye Feng out at the same time.

Ye Feng gave a thumbs up secretly, this acting is a gold medal partner!
"Psychic consultant?" The curator and Zhao Bingjun were both dumbfounded. When did the police station have such a position?

"You don't need to know the secret location." Lin Xiaoyu looked at the suspicious eyes of the two and said perfunctorily.

"Oh, I'm afraid it's not a new type of deception." Stealing someone's job is like killing one's parents, and Zhao Bingjun is even more unwilling to give up the fat in his mouth at this time.

It's not just the fat that reaches the mouth, it's almost swallowed!

This Wang Feng, he didn't expect that his tricks of deceiving people would increase a lot, and he would even forge police officer certificates!Thinking so, Zhao Bingjun gave Fatty Wang a hard look.

The director of the funeral home also had a puzzled expression, saying that no one has reported the crime here, how do you know that there are corpses walking around at night here?

"If you don't know, can you still be called a spiritual consultant?" Ye Feng straightened his back, pretending to have a fairy-like expression, and the white-haired beard is almost automatic without wind.

"Heh, I drove away all the ghosts here, you come here to pick up ready-made bargains?" Zhao Bingjun insisted.

"Did it? I'm afraid not." It was Chun Yefeng pretending to know that there was a dead body here, no matter how powerful his perception was, it was impossible to cover such a large area of ​​Binhai City.

But in the latter sentence, Ye Feng is very sure, because the evil spirit here has not weakened at all, but the evil spirit has indeed weakened a little. It seems that this Taoist priest, like Fatty Wang, knows how to order things, but he is really a half-hearted.

"Okay, stop playing tricks. Curator, this fat man is a liar. Everyone in our Taoist circle has already caught him and punished him. I don't know where this kid learned such a new trick to attract some accomplices. It's ridiculous to perform in front of me. Don't worry, the evil spirits have been exorcised, you just need to transfer the money to my card."

Zhao Bingjun stopped talking to the three of Ye Feng and said directly to the curator.

"Hey, since he said that the ghosts have been exorcised, Daoist Zhao dares to stay in this funeral parlor overnight? You have to do enough after-sales work!" Ye Feng said with a sly smile.

These words reached the curator's heart, of course he hoped to solve this weird matter completely, if Daoist Zhao could really stay here for one night, no matter what happened, he could have a clear idea in his heart.

At the moment, he turned his attention to Zhao Bingjun.

This sentence made Zhao Bingjun feel bad. Of course he knew that he was just jumping around to dispel some Yin Qi, which had no real effect at all. The words of the dead body at night were so convincing that he felt a little guilty.

"I have another ceremony to do tonight, so I don't have time to mess around here with you!" Zhao Bingjun was just like Fatty Wang, even looking for reasons.

"Well, I'll stay in this funeral home for one night. If there is a corpse that walks around at night, I'll take it in person. How about the curator transfer the money to my account then?" Ye Feng said slyly.

At this time, the curator was naturally in trouble. Ye Feng's exorcism conditions were obviously more tempting than Zhao Bingjun's.

It's better to subdue him face to face than watching him perform a ritual here.

"What kind of ability do you have, dare to challenge my descendant of Maoshan like this?!" Zhao Bingjun shouted, this kid seems to be looking for trouble.

"Nothing, just a little ghost hunter." Ye Feng shrugged and replied.

"Heh, curator, I don't need the money. You can watch him collect ghosts here tonight, and then you will lose your life if you play with fire. Don't blame me for not reminding you." Zhao Bingjun said in a retreat, Picking up the peach wood sword is ready to leave.

The curator was also in trouble at this time, and said to Ye Feng, "Little Daoist, why don't you show your hand, so that Daoist Zhao can convince me! Moreover, the funeral parlor is indeed quite dark at night. You also have to be able to solve other things, not..."

Ye Feng nodded and said yes.

As an inner disciple of Maoshan and a future celestial master, he naturally disdained to perform those quack tricks such as fetching objects from space and self-immolation without fire. He paced around and saw a person from the crowd.

This person has a gloomy complexion, a stooped waist, about six or seventy years old, gray hair and slovenly appearance, and black stains all over his clothes.

Ye Feng squinted at him for a while, and the curator looked in the direction of Ye Feng's gaze, and then explained: "That's Lao Guo from the boiler room, a temporary worker here, I thought he was pitiful with no relatives and no reason at that time, I just found such a job for him, I don’t know what you are looking at, Xiao Daoist?”

"He's dead." Ye Feng said slowly, but it surprised the curator.

"Xiao Daoist, you can't talk nonsense..."

Ye Feng ignored him, but walked slowly to the old Guo.

The old man's eyes were blurred, and the three life lamps on his body had been extinguished, so he was indeed dead.

"Little rascal, wouldn't it be good if you want to show off the thunder and lightning, why are you talking nonsense from here." Lin Xiaoyu has been following behind Ye Feng, and at this time he also tugged at the corner of Ye Feng's clothes.

The old man stood here well, why did the little rascal say he was dead!
"Shangqing Leifa wants to use Yin De, I just prove that I am so wasteful." Ye Feng rolled her eyes, "And this person is really dead, if you don't believe me, I will prove it to you."

As Ye Feng spoke, he took out a Five Thunder Talisman and waved it in front of the old man's eyes. The old man took two steps back in obvious panic.

"Did I blow you out of your wits, or did you reveal yourself?" Ye Feng said calmly.

"Prince Daoist, please forgive me!" The old man knelt down with a plop, and then all the clothes on his body were turned into charcoal, revealing a large area of ​​burn scars on his body, especially his face was burnt beyond human form. The exposed black teeth are terrifying.

"Ah!" A burst of screams erupted from the crowd. Although the funeral parlor had all kinds of horrible corpses, there was never a dead corpse that could speak!
What's more, this is Lao Guo who gets along with them day and night!

"It turned out to be burnt to death." Ye Feng nodded and said, why didn't you go to the underworld to report and stay in the underworld?

"I..." That old Guo seemed a little hard to say, Ye Feng urged: "Say it!"

"Yes... I was devastated by the flames because I accidentally fell into the boiler, and I was really afraid to go into the cremation furnace after I died, so... that's why I stayed in Yangjian and didn't want to leave. went to..."

As Lao Guo said, he couldn't stop kowtowing.

"Besides, I have no children, and no one pays homage to me after I die. I will become a poor ghost after entering the underworld. Instead of doing this, I might as well live in the underworld. I just don't know if I meet a Taoist priest today, I deserve death... "

Tears flowed from Lao Guo's muddy eyes, which made Ye Feng feel a little sad.

After all, he is a poor person, and during the period when he enters the underworld and waits for reincarnation after death, he will live even more poorly because there is no one to pay homage to him.

But if he stays in the yang world, he violates the rules of the underworld, and he will be punished even more.

"You are confused." There is no need for Ye Feng to say these words to Lao Guo, because he is already familiar with the Dali of the world, so he naturally knows the consequences of staying in the world.

"Old Guo, I pay homage to you..." Liang Jing stood up from the crowd, "You are a good person. Last winter my aunt died of pain. It was you who brought me the hot water in the snow, just as my thanks You!"

As soon as Liang Jing said these words, more funeral home workers stood up:

"That's right, Lao Guo, no one pays homage to you, I will definitely pay homage to you. I have never worried about the sanitation of the boiler room that I am in charge of. It has always been clean without even a leaf. I know you cleaned it. I have never had time to thank you for this!"

"Yes, last time I was stolen 3000 yuan and had no money to eat. Lao Guo lent me [-] yuan. Afterwards, I always wanted to pay him back but he just refused!"

After accepting this horrible fact, the staff of the funeral home began to discuss enthusiastically, and found that Lao Guo had done a lot of good things!
"Xiao Daoist, you are so powerful, can you make Lao Guo suffer less in the Yin Division!" one of them said.

"I don't need my supernatural powers, he can't bear any suffering." Ye Feng smiled, and said to Lao Guo: "The underworld has an account of all the good things you did in Yangjian, and they will give you a chance to make a statement when you go down. "

With tears in his eyes now, Lao Guo kept kowtowing to Ye Feng and everyone: "Thank you everyone, thank you everyone..."

"Go." Ye Feng waved his hand, Lao Guo's body softened and collapsed to the ground.

At this time, no one believed in Ye Feng's supernatural powers any more, and they all gave Ye Feng a thumbs up, but Zhao Bingjun's face turned blue and white.

"Can I take this job?" Ye Feng asked the curator.

"It's natural, I was disrespectful just now." Curator Jin shook hands with Ye Feng repeatedly. Is there anything more convincing than what Ye Feng did just now?
The psychic consultant of this public house is amazing!
Ye Feng coughed, and then looked at Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang understood instantly, and walked in front of Zhao Bingjun proudly: "Okay, old Zhao, don't play big swords in front of Guan Gong, and say that you are a descendant of Maoshan, do you know who this is?" ? The future master of Maoshan's inner sect! Hurry up and get out of here early, so I won't blow people up!"

Then he turned his head and looked at Director Jin with a flattering smile: "Well, let's discuss the price..."

(End of this chapter)