The heavens: pushing across all realms

"Who did you hear that from?" Feng Ji sat in the back seat and asked with a chuckle.

Huang Yongfa also smiled: "What Xue told me, I think it makes sense. If people do evil without retribution, then God would be too unfair."

Feng Ji laughed: "But if you are bullied and humiliated in this life, you will have to wait until the next life for the other person to receive retribution. Don't you think it's too late?"

He looked at the busy traffic ahead and said: "In my next life, I may have forgotten what happened in my previous life. I don't know whether my enemy has received retribution."

"I think it's better to settle the humiliation and oppression I've suffered in this life."

"Who can prove the retribution you said in the next life?"

"Our enemy will be so confused in his next life that he will not know that he made mistakes in his previous life, and he will not even feel guilty, right?"

"Why do we have to settle the grievances in this life in the next life? Who will settle them for us?"

Huang Yongfa was slightly startled by Feng Ji's words. He subconsciously said: "Ghosts also have their own rules. The ghost messenger will help you settle the karmic sins you committed while you were alive."

"Rules? Who made these rules?"

"Where did those ghosts come from?"

“Are they going to be like the bureaucrats in the world, bending the law for their own interests?”

Feng Ji asked again, but Huang Yongfa couldn't answer.

Because Feng Ji asked too deeply, he didn't know how the ghost world worked.

Feng Ji looked at Huang Yongfa and said with a smile: "All the rules are made by the strong."

"As long as there are rules, there will be loopholes, and there will be oversights."

"I don't really believe in your so-called retribution in the afterlife."

"As the saying goes, money can make the world go round. Who knows whether rich people who have done evil will have a way to escape such karma?"

"So, if you have a grudge, don't wait for the next life, just take revenge in this life."

"A favor can be repaid overnight, but revenge should never be repaid overnight."

Huang Yongfa scratched his head and said: "I can't help you, but I will still follow my method to drive away ghosts, try to help more ghosts and people, and accumulate more virtue."

"Oh? Do you want to live a better life in your next life?"

"Haha, no, I want to help a friend reincarnate as soon as possible. She committed suicide and her life span is not over yet. She needs to be a ghost until her life span is exhausted before she can be reincarnated."

"She said that by doing good deeds, you can spend less time being a ghost and be reincarnated sooner."

Feng Ji laughed: "Being friends with ghosts? It's quite interesting."

Ah Cong had been listening to the two talking and did not interrupt. He was a bit unable to interrupt such a high-end topic that was not pornographic.

The car quickly got off the elevated road and arrived at A Chong's tea restaurant.

The name of this tea restaurant is [Yuxiang]. It is in a good location and has a lot of customers.

It is already midnight, and there are still many people eating in the store.

Ah Cong got out of the car and said quickly: "Come on, come on, this is my shop, the business is good, you can order whatever you want to eat, I'll take a look first."

As he spoke, he put the leaves against his eyes and looked left and right, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Huang Yongfa took Feng Ji into the restaurant. When he saw A Chong still observing the store at the door, he couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing?"

"No, let me check if there is anything dirty in my store. It's strange, why can't I see anything? It's so dark."

"Didn't Master Feng say that? Didn't that leaf only last ten minutes to help you open your eyes? How long did it take you to calculate?"

"It's expired, Master Feng, Master Feng, please open it for a while. I'm pointing at my shop to make money. Please let me see if there are any ghosts around."

Ah Cong quickly begged Feng Ji.

Feng Ji smiled and shook his head and said, "Fa Zai is here with you, you won't ask him?"

Ah Cong refused, still wanting to open her eyes and take a look.

Feng Ji didn't say anything, and directly gave the leaf a wisp of magic power.

If it were before, he would definitely not do this again.

Because the spiritual energy is exhausted, I use less mana.

But things are different now. The negative luck Beiming Divine Art can absorb Yin energy and convert it into mana.

This allows him to replenish his mana, and it doesn't matter if he wastes a little mana on the opponent.

The three of them sat down, Feng Ji ordered a piece of barbecued pork rice, and Fa Zai simply ordered a rice bowl.

Ah Cong brought a box of beer and had people cook a lot of barbecue.

The three of them started chatting and eating next to the window.

Huang Yongfa and Atong were quite curious about Feng Ji's origins, especially the magic power Feng Ji mentioned. They were most concerned about it.

So the words kept asking these questions.

Naturally, Feng Ji would not tell them the truth, but just made up an excuse casually.

He said that he was from the mainland and had been practicing in the mountains. His magic was inherited from his master.

Ah Cong was shameless and immediately asked: "Master Feng, do you still want to accept a disciple? Or does your master accept a disciple? Look at me, many people say that I have amazing bones and that I am very talented. ah."

Feng Ji smiled: "Your talent is indeed pretty good, but the magic is fine."

Ah Cong couldn't understand and asked quickly: "Isn't it good if you can't practice magic?"

"Although you can't practice spells, you can practice hard skills."

"Hard Kung Fu? What do you mean? If I don't take medicine, I can be hard for a long time."

Feng Ji was speechless and said: "The hard skills I'm talking about are hard Qigong practiced horizontally, which is not the same thing as what you are talking about."

"Hard Qigong? No, Master Feng, is there such a thing in this world? Aren't they all lies?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Who said you were lying?"

Ah Cong scratched his head and said, "But what's the use of practicing hard Qigong? Can it really make me hard for a long time?"

Feng Ji took a sip of beer, savoring the long-lost taste.

He smiled and said, "The current environment is so polluted that it is almost impossible to cultivate internal strength. The only way is to practice horizontally."

"Don't you want to be an exorcist? If you practice hard skills, your energy and blood will be strong."

"The essence and blood of the human body contains the power of the Yang and has strong restraint on ghosts."

"Do you know why some people are easily possessed by ghosts and others are not?"

A Chong shook his head.

Huang Yongfa said: "Because of Yang Qi."

"Not bad." Feng Ji nodded appreciatively and said, "Fa Zai has been exorcising demons all year round, so he should know this."

"Ghosts are all ghosts, and the source of their power is Yin Qi."

"But people have their own yang energy, and essence and blood are the foundation of yang energy. People with strong blood energy, even ghosts, dare not approach them."

Having said this, Feng Ji glanced at Huang Yongfa and said, "Fa Zai, there's something strange about you. You obviously have insufficient yang energy and extremely heavy yin energy, but you are not possessed by ghosts and can drive away ghosts. It's really strange."

Huang Yongfa didn't hide it, he smiled and lifted up his arms and clothes.

Only then did Feng Ji see that his body was covered with dense tattoos. If he looked carefully, he saw that they were all in Sanskrit.

Not only Sanskrit, but also the famous Buddhist lotus and other Dharma patterns.

Feng Ji couldn't help but be surprised: "You rely on these tattoos to prevent ghosts from getting into your body?"

Huang Yongfa nodded: "Well, I have gotten a lot of tattoos over the years. Every time I drive away a ghost, the yin energy in my body will increase. I will go to a tattoo shop to get a tattoo."

Feng Ji looked at the tattoos carefully and couldn't help but wonder: "The contents of these tattoos don't seem to have anything special. Why can they prevent ghosts from getting into the body?"

Huang Yongfa shook his head and said, "I don't know either. It was Xue who told me that I did this."

Feng Ji was surprised. This female Guixue knew a lot.

Are ghosts really afraid of anti-evil items such as Buddhist scriptures?

Feng Ji guessed in his mind that he had to find a way to catch a ghost and experiment with it.

At this time, Ah Cong said: "I also have a tattoo. Can it really prevent ghosts from getting into my body?"

Huang Yongfa shook his head: "The blue dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right will definitely not work."

Ah Cong had no choice but to look at Feng Ji and said, "Master, can I learn some hard skills from you?"

Feng Ji smiled: "You can learn, but you have to become a teacher."

Ah Cong was surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Is it really useful? Can you show me your skills?"

Feng Ji smiled, and without any nonsense, he took the iron spoon on the table into his hand and asked, "See clearly."

As he spoke, he squeezed it gently with two fingers.

Suddenly, the thin handle of the iron spoon was crushed like mud between his two fingers.

It even has deep fingerprint marks on it!

"Holy crap, is it really true?"

Ah Cong screamed strangely and immediately took the iron spoon from Feng Ji's hand. He reached out and touched the flat spoon handle. It was so hard that it seemed like it could be used as a blade!

"hiss--"

Ah Chong took a deep breath and knocked on the table hard to confirm that this was not magic.

He couldn't help but said: "Is it so fierce? Boss, try this again."

As he spoke, he quickly stood up, found a dumbbell piece from the corner and handed it over.

Feng Ji took it with a smile and shook it gently with his fingers.

With a crunch, the dumbbells twisted instantly as if they were made of plasticine.

Feng Ji even pinched the dumbbell plates directly with his fingers, and the iron squeezed out from between his fingers like liquid.

Seeing this scene, Ah Cong was stunned.

Even Huang Yongfa, who was used to seeing fierce ghosts, couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief.

"Holy shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

Ah Cong said "Holy shit" three times in a row, and then took the dumbbell piece, which was completely twisted.

With a shocked face, he looked at Feng Ji's fingers again. They were as gentle as jade, slender and strong, and even more beautiful than Xiaoyu's hands in Lan Kwai Fong in front of him.

With such a pair of hands, even Lan Kwai Fong’s full-time ‘airplane pilot’ A Chong would believe them.

But with just such a pair of hands, they can actually crush dumbbells!

Ah Cong was shocked, and without saying a word, she knelt down beside the dining table with a thud.

"Master, Master, you will be my real master from now on."

He shouted excitedly, and the people next to him looked at their table curiously.

Huang Yongfa also came to his senses and couldn't help but said: "Master Feng, is this really humanly possible?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Get up first. I'll teach you a simple stance first."

Ah Cong was so happy that she immediately got up and poured wine for Feng Ji like a dog.

Huang Yongfa was a little envious and asked tentatively: "Master Feng, can anyone learn your hard skills?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to learn."

Huang Yongfa was stunned: "Why?"

"You have too much yin energy and insufficient qi and blood. Practicing kung fu continuously will only harm your body."

Huang Yongfa was helpless, but Ah Cong laughed: "Fa Zai, when I master this hard skill, the two of us can exorcise demons and ghosts, and with our two swords combined, we can sweep across the Western Ring Road."

Just as he was talking, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Ah Cong said, "You guys eat first, I'll take a call."

With that said, he answered the phone: "Hello? Who is this?"

"Yes, I am, Master? Master is eating. If you have anything to do, just tell me."

"Exorcism must be effective. If it doesn't work, we won't charge you. Where is your home?"

"Taipingshan? Holy shit, it's a luxury area. What's your surname? Can I contact you on this phone?"

"What's going on with your wife now? Is the ghost still here? Isn't there? Okay, we'll go there tomorrow."

As he spoke, he hung up the phone, turned around and said excitedly: "Fa Zai, I have a big job."

Huang Yongfa asked: "What big job?"

"A rich man in Taipingshan said that his wife seems to be possessed by a ghost. I hope you can take action. This number!"

He stretched out his hand and held out three fingers.

"Thirty thousand Hong Kong dollars?"

"Damn, don't look down on the rich, it's three hundred thousand!"

Huang Yongfa shook his head: "You know my rules. I do exorcisms for free, otherwise it won't be a good deed."

Ah Cong was helpless, but his eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at Feng Ji, and said excitedly: "Master, do you charge a fee? Three hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, if you need an identity document or something, it can be done in minutes."

Feng Ji nodded slightly: "Hold on, have you heard what's going on?"

Huang Yongfa hesitated to speak, wanting to persuade Feng Ji not to charge for this kind of thing, but after thinking that Feng Ji had just arrived in Hong Kong Island, he was afraid that he was short of money, so he couldn't help but shut up again.

Ah Cong rubbed her hands and said with a smile: "I just asked clearly, the other person's surname is Lin, he is a psychiatrist, and he must be very rich to live in Taiping Mountain."

Feng Ji nodded: "Did he meet a ghost?"

"It's not him, it's his wife. She seems to be possessed by a ghost. He thought it was schizophrenia. He has been treating it for a while. I didn't ask for the specific time. There is really nothing I can do now. I saw the exorcism video of Fa Zai and me on the Internet. We can only ask for it."

Feng Ji nodded: "This kind of person is generally not helpless and doesn't believe in ghosts and gods. Let's go and have a look tomorrow."

"By the way, do you have a place to stay here?"

Ah Cong said quickly: "Yes, yes, there is an apartment near me. I will arrange for Master to live there in a while."

Feng Ji nodded: "I won't disturb you, right?"

"Haha, no, you can just stay there. I won't stay there at night." Ah Cong laughed.

Feng Ji didn't ask any questions. After drinking the rest of the drink, Ah Cong sent Fa Zai back first, and then took Feng Ji to his apartment.

The apartment is a bit messy, but everything is still 80% new. It seems that A Chong doesn't really live here much.

"Master, you can stay wherever you like. I'll come to pick you up tomorrow."

"Well, you go back."

Ah Cong tidied up the room before leaving.

Feng Ji opened the curtains and looked out at the brightly lit high-rise buildings, recalling his life in his previous life.

After a long time, he sighed: "I don't know if there is another me in this world."

He shook his head. This was not a parallel world, but the world of Hong Kong movies, and he might not still be there.

It's a pity that some Hong Kong films seem to be a little offbeat, and I haven't heard much about them.

I don’t know how the immortal cultivators in Tianlong World found such a world.

He can actually build a teleportation array and refine this world into a selfless array.

It's a pity that I don't have enough moral skills to see the traces of the Selfless Formation. Otherwise, wouldn't it be more time-saving and energy-saving to break through the formation directly?

"Jingle Bell……"

Just as he was thinking about it, a bell suddenly rang in Feng Ji's arms.

Feng Ji couldn't help but be stunned. He took out a mobile phone from his arms and suddenly realized.

This was stuffed by the girl named Gao Yao to herself when she was in the hotel.

I was short on money at the time, so I got involved with the two of them.

He looked at the caller ID, which read the words 'Big Breasts'.

Feng Ji couldn't help but laugh. This should be the girl named Tong Yan, but he didn't expect Gao Yao to give her such a name.

"Well, it's worthy of the name."

Feng Ji pressed the answer button and heard a loud shout coming from inside: "Master, Master Feng, where are you? I...I am Tong Yan, the one from the hotel..."

Feng Ji smiled and said: "I know, the acupuncture points are unlocked, right?"

Tong Yan said with a cry: "Untied, master, where are you? I... we don't dare to sleep, can we go to your place to hide?"

Feng Ji was curious: "Where are you?"

"We are still in the hotel. Some strange people came just now and took a few policemen away. They may come to us later. I made the call in the toilet. I can't believe anyone now. Those people are so sinister. Damn it, I suspect they are possessed by ghosts."

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "Don't be suspicious. The ghosts in the hotel have been eliminated. There will be no other ghosts. In this way, I will live in Room 801 of xxx Building. If you want to solve Li Yuehan's matter later, you can Come to me."

"Okay...ok, thank you..."

"Tuk tuk tuk, Ms. Tong, are you in there? The police are looking for you."

"Oh, I'm here, Master Feng. Sorry, I'll hang up now. I'll contact you later."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Ji didn't take it to heart. He lay on the bed and began to think about ways to leave this world.

…

In the hotel, the knocking on the door became more urgent, as if urging Tong Yan to open the door quickly.

Tong Yan hurriedly put away the phone, opened the door, and said, "Why are you urging me? I can't even go to the toilet...Who are you?"

But there were two people, a man and a woman, standing outside the door. The man looked pale and looked gloomy.

The woman looked even more gloomy, her face pale and without a trace of blood.

The two men were not wearing police uniforms, and there was no trace of police officers at all.

I just heard the woman chuckle: "Tong Yan?"

Tong Yan nodded, and the man glanced at her towering breasts vaguely, and laughed hoarsely: "Come with us."

Tong Yan felt a little scared: "Who are you? Can I see your ID? Also, where is my companion in the house?"

The woman was a little impatient, stretched out her hand and threw out an ID, and said at the same time: "She has already gone down first. Don't waste our time. Let's go quickly."

Tong Yan was confused and looked at the ID.

It has the words "Murong Xue" written on it, and his position is "First-level Specialist".

Looking at the cover again, it turned out to be the name of an organization that Tong Yan had never heard of.

【2002】!

She was a little surprised that such a weird unit was actually named after a number.

Looking up at the two people again, I felt that the two people looked more and more weird.

Murong Xue said coldly: "Let's go, we are a special department, responsible for such cases."