Wangcai felt that the opponent was not an ordinary ghost, and his skill was far from reaching the mana of ambushing this ghost, so in desperation, he sacrificed a "Five Thunder Talisman" and recited the Five Thunder Mantra: "Yuqing Shiqing, the true talisman sues the alliance, pushes the two Qi, and mixes one into a true." Five thunders and five thunders, anxious to meet Huang Ning, the chaos changes, the roar of lightning is fast, the sound of the sun is coming, the wolf Luo is depressed, Lu Chun is depressed, and the urgency is like a law. "Suppress the ghosts.

Wangcai told the family that the ghost you met was a ghost who had died, and he was looking for a substitute. How did he die, how long he died, and for what reason? It's not very clear. I really can't stop him, so I can only temporarily use the fiercest five thunder talismans to suppress him. I've been looking for my brother Dao these days, and only when he comes can I catch the ghost.

The family was very worried about whether the young man would be in danger in the past two days. Wangcai shook his head and said, No, the young man is in the prime of life, and the sun is in full bloom, and this ghost can't help him for a while. Only after a long time, the yang fire that tortured him is weakened and sick, will he start.

I'm planning the day, don't worry, I'll invite Brother Dao here.

After a long time, I asked Wangcai, why do ghosts need to find a substitute? Wangcai said, let me tell you this, if a person is hit by a car and dies, after death, the ghost himself will be hit by a car three times a day, the ghost who jumped off a building and died will jump three times a day, and the drowned ghost will drown three times a day.

If a person who is unlucky, or a person with low yang energy, encounters him who is dying repeatedly, he will kill you, for example, if you are hit by a car and die, he will push you to be hit by a car and die, or confuse you and let you be hit by a car and die, after the ghost kills you, he will not die again, you will continue to die repeatedly, until you find a substitute, you will not die again.

I listened to it at the time, and I thought it was weird.

Jingxian also knew about the young man in the village. Since that little living Buddha went to the broken temple, he was also evil, and ran out every day while Jingxian was not paying attention. When the tiger was still fighting, how could an old man like Jingxian, who was nearly sixty, fight the little living Buddha?

Every time Jingxian goes to the temple, his heart trembles. But what can be done? There are a bunch of people begging for Buddha at the door, and they are sending us money!

Don't look at the face of the monk and look at the face of the Buddha, for the sake of Grandpa Mao, you have to persevere. Xiao Gang and his family have been busy all day long, and now they have a mushroom greenhouse, and they are even more busy and dizzy.

After a long time, Jingxian felt powerless, seven or eight years old, although he does not grow up, but he grows meat, he is more energetic with you, you can't afford it, and you can't hold it. Besides, he has a sense of resistance, you wear out your mouth, and the little living Buddha is also a tiger, and he doesn't listen to that.

Every time he brought the little living Buddha back from the broken temple, the tired Jingxian was covered in sweat, panting, and out of breath. He didn't dare to put the little living Buddha on the tiger chair, pour chili pepper water, and be punished. It can only be Wang Ba drilling the stove pit, holding his breath with a nest fire.

Jingxian also knew the evil nature of the place where the temple was broken, but he felt that it was not a way to keep making trouble like this. After a long time, he had to make trouble. Just go to the ruined temple. Although the ruined temple is idle, it is also a place in the village, and even if it is sorted out, the village cadres must agree.

So, Jingxian took advantage of the noon effort to knock on the door of the village chief Xiangyi. The one who opened the door was Yan Hong, Yan Hong had just washed her hair, her hair was not dry, her long hair exuded a fragrant smell, her upper body was wearing a bright red woolen tights, which outlined her body even more unevenly, and her lower body was wearing popular black bell bottoms.

Jingxian suddenly felt his eyes light up, swallowed his saliva, and his eyes unconsciously drifted to Yan Hong's body. Yan Hong coughed lightly and looked at Jing Xian, which meant that it was very rude to look at a woman like this.

"Where are you at home, have you eaten? Xiangyi is also there, right?" Jingxian hurriedly put away his heart, thinking wildly, and said with a smile on his face.

"Well, at home, come in!" replied lukewarmly.

"That's good, that's good, I'll tell Xiangyi something. ”

Xiangyi was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette when he saw Jingxian come in. It's just a debt to let Jingxian sit down. Yan Hong turned around and went into the back room to change her clothes. Jing Xian politely said a few words, looking forward to the good prospects of mushroom cultivation in the village, and said that the village is changing with each passing day, and the changes in the village are nothing more than a good situation, a good situation.

After turning 108,000 miles, Jing Xiancai said that he wanted to use the broken temple, and repeatedly emphasized that the little living Buddha was there, which was beneficial to the country and the people. Make the temple into a good man and a woman like a cloud, and the incense is prosperous like a dream, attracting guests and friends from all over the world, and attracting wealth from all directions.

Xiangyi is an old Jianghu, and with Jingxian's vernacular covered by clouds and mountains, he will not disturb his mind. I said in my heart, you old slippery head, here you are reciting a song with Lao Tzu like a child, and you will give you the land of the broken temple?

Xiangyi's face was embarrassed, and he only pouted his teeth and said, this is the realm of the public family, that's all. It's idle, you don't take advantage of him, you don't take possession. If one person occupies it, he has to find out why he can do it, I can't do it. You said that your little living Buddha wants to do good deeds, and wants to do good deeds. He also said that I still want to dismantle and grow vegetables.

Jingxian, do you think this is the reason? I don't count it alone, and it has to be studied and decided by the village committee, although I say that I am only a small village head, and I can be a party cadre?

I'm not afraid of the thunder of the sky when I say that! It's not up to you to decide the big and small things in the village? Who would dare to fart what you decide? Jingxian said in his heart, but there was no trace of it on his face.

That's, that's. No matter what, there must be a process, so study and study? I will listen to it after tomorrow. Jingxian knew that it was impossible to run down this half-trip. I had to withdraw my troops and try to make a good plan.

After Jingxian left, Yan Hong heard the ins and outs of this matter clearly in the house. She came out of the house and asked Xiangyi what he had in mind.

Xiangyi smiled and said: "What an idea, this lice on the head of the not bald man is obvious." If you want to use that land for nothing, what good thing is there?"

Yan Hong also said angrily: "What virtue! I also made a little living Buddha, and God didn't open my eyes!"

Xiangyi said: "People are angry, horses are fat, there is no way to do this." But I'll have to think about the contract fee!"

Yan Hong said again: "This kind of ninth-rate gray head, you can't cheap him!"

Yan Hong is right, in ancient times, it was handed down to the upper, middle and lower nine streams, but here it is said that the lower nine streams; first-class kings are eighth, second-rate turtles, third-rate operas, fourth-rate blowing, fifth-rate gambling, sixth-rate singing, seventh-rate ruffians, eighth-rate thieves, and ninth-rate dust.