The dagger was cold, and the blood was hot.

Huang Dong wanted to run, but Liu Yuanji put one hand on his shoulder, obviously he didn't do anything, but he couldn't move.

"Wen Ziyuan, what are you going to do?" Huang Dong was very panicked, the blood on his stomach was gurgling, and he was extremely scared.

Liu Yuanji looked at him: "Are you still stabbed?"

Wen Ziyuan shook the contract in his hand: "Huang Dong, do you want to sign it?"

"I gave you the school, do you dare to ask for it?"

"If you dare to sign, I must. Wen Ziyuan said: "But it's not as much as eight million, eight hundred, what do you think?"

"Labor Ganni Niang!"

"My mother died early, do you want to be a ghost? The Midyear Festival is coming, I'll get you two ghosts to serve you?"

"You ...... on a horse"

"Sign it. ”

Wen Ziyuan slapped the contract on his face and motioned for Liu Yuanji to let go.

Huang Dong grabbed a pen and paper, and didn't look at what was written on the contract, Wen Ziyuan asked him to sign it wherever he could.

With the blood on his body, he directly pressed a handprint.

Wen Ziyuan took the contract, glanced at it, and said, "In the future, these two schools will be mine, and there will be no need for notarization." It's mine anyway, and if you come looking for trouble, you'll have to be stabbed. ”

"Wen Ziyuan, you are very good!"

"Don't stare at me so hatefully, it's him who stabbed you, not me. I've recorded it for you, and if you die, this is the evidence, and I'll definitely help you get justice. Wen Ziyuan smiled and shook the mobile phone in his hand.

Huang Dong grimaced and covered the wound on his stomach.

Liu Yuanji was a little dumbfounded, and there were 10,000 alpacas running wild in his heart.

"Wen Ziyuan, is there something wrong with you?

"Stop the bleeding for him, and you'll be done when you're dead. ”

Wen Ziyuan said lightly.

"Mother Vozhni!"

"Don't scold, hurry up and stop the bleeding, otherwise when he dies, I will kill you too, anyway, I have evidence, kill you and you will die in vain." ”

Liu Yuanji didn't know what to say anymore, and he was so aggrieved that he wanted to die.

No matter how aggrieved he was, it was useless, he held down Huang Dong's wound, poked hard next to the wound a few times, and the bleeding really stopped.

"Go back and disinfect yourself with alcohol, you dare to die, I will dig your ancestral grave!"

With a threat, Liu Yuanji turned to look at Wen Ziyuan suspiciously.

Wen Ziyuan had already turned around and left.

Liu Yuanji caught up: "Give me the money." ”

"What money?"

"A million!

"Who told you that, and you believe what I say?"

Wen Ziyuan waved his hand: "No money, hurry up." ”

Liu Yuanji's chest was almost about to explode.

Bastard, fuck me!

Labor and management pay such a big risk, and they won't give me a million?

Are you still human?

Is it human?

"Okay, Wen Ziyuan, you remember it for me!"

Liu Yuanji quickly took a dozen steps back, and said loudly: "I, Liu Yuanji, have never suffered such a big loss in my life, and I will definitely poke you out of the Gu family's affairs." Chen Xuanyang can call the wind and rain, he wants to do you, every minute. and Xuan Zhen, a slap can slap you far away. You blackmail in their name, and I'm telling you, you chose the wrong person!"

"Can he call the wind and the rain?" Wen Ziyuan was a little surprised, how could he not have heard of this matter.

"If you're scared, give me the money!"

". Wen Ziyuan threw it casually, and a shining thing smashed under his feet.

He looked down and saw that it was a dollar.

It's time to call Hanako!

This trip suffered a big loss.

I didn't get a penny, I was beaten up, and I was used as a gun.

Wen Ziyuan didn't kill him, just because this is Xiangyang.

In another place, Liu Yuanji dared to jump like this in front of him, and he didn't know how many times he died.

He didn't want to kill people in his hometown, it was too bad to see blood.

Walking in the dark, a gust of wind blew, and the sand and dust covered the sky.

The figure faded into the darkness.

……

It's dawn.

On the first day of the seventh lunar month, it was a little cloudy.

It's already August, and it's not cold on a normal morning.

But today, I can clearly feel that the temperature is not as good as a few days ago.

It was overcast and seemed to rain at any moment.

"The task "Zhongyuan Pudu" has been released, please pay attention to the host. ”

As soon as his eyes opened, Chen Yang heard the voice of the system in his head.

He sat up from the bed and digested it for several seconds.

He rubbed his hair vigorously: "Mission?"

"Hmm. ”

"Just posted?"

"Hmm. ”

"I'll take a look first. ”

Chen Yang clicked on the task details.

"Details: Purify the souls of the dead, eliminate disasters and forgive sins, and choose to hold the local officials' Christmas at the same time"

Do you want to hold a magistrate's Christmas?

Chen Yang scratched his scalp vigorously, and then took a closer look, it was not a mandatory option, but an optional option.

"Why didn't you post it sooner? I've taken a leave of absence. ”

"Now that we are talking about opening the temple, do you still want the credibility of the Taoist temple?"

The system didn't speak, so Chen Yang continued to watch.

"The Midyear Festival coincides with the Christmas of the Emperor of the Diguan, the so-called Diguan forgives sins, and the gods are merciful: save all sins and save all misfortunes. Out of the long night, see the light. All sins are removed, and revenge is released. With the puja of repentance and forgiveness of sins, the heart of piety and reverence will be increased, the cruel and violent acts will be eliminated, and the soul will be purified. ”

"The puja will be held from now until July 15. ”

Chen Yang only felt a blackness in front of him.

Fifteen consecutive days of puja!

It's not like Faran, they're running around to do the meeting.

They ran around, and there was still time to rest.

For fifteen days in a row, I don't have any time to rest.

Let's peel the skin!

He took a look at the details of the puja, what spiritual treasure refining the lonely and surpassing the undead puja, burning the golden paper of the underworld, repaying the debt puja, worshipping the confession puja, burning incense on the table...

He closed his eyes and fell back on the bed.

"I haven't seen such trouble on Qingming Festival, it's all Halloween's Day, and the difference in treatment is too big!"

Complaints are complaints, tasks are released, and what needs to be done is still to be done.

Moreover, even if he didn't practice in the Taoist temple, he had to go out.

He comforted himself in his heart, it was all the same, there was no difference.

But to hold this kind of festival, it is not for Chen Yang to dance the gods there alone.

Someone needs to come and worship their ancestors.

To put it bluntly, it is to replace the place where ancestors are sacrificed with Taoist temples.

There weren't many people who came to the Qingming Festival last time, and this time in the middle of the year, Chen Yang didn't report much hope.

"Is there a Christmas festival for the magistrates?" the system suddenly asked.

Chen Yang asked: "What is the difference between holding it and not holding it?"

The system said: "There is a difference. ”

"What's the difference?"

"It's time to know. ”

"......" was speechless for a few seconds, and Chen Yang said, "Let's see when the time comes." ”

Anyway, it's the last day of Christmas, so it's too early to talk about it.

The first thing to do is to inform the public.

"Pudu souls, eliminate disasters and forgive sins, from now on, Lingshan Taoist Temple will hold the Zhongyuan Pudu Festival, which lasts for 15 days. ”

"Notice to participants of the puja: Those who have karma are given 2,000 sticks of incense. ”

"Pray for relatives, surpass the ancestors of the past generations, and worship the ancestors, and incense is one yuan and one stick. ”