Patrol Division!

Several official cars drove out of the garage and headed towards the outskirts of Shuangya City.

On the last official car, in addition to the driver, there were only two people sitting, Ye Xuan and Chang Le!

Chang Le held the Fire Soul Knife, a strange one, looked at the scenery outside the window, and then looked at Ye Xuan who was sitting upright, wanting to ask something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Ask whatever you want! There's no need to look constipated when you want to talk. Ye Xuan said lightly.

Chang Le lowered his voice and asked, "Boss, is that Fan Lao coaxing us, God Slaughter! Just a few of our martial arts masters, it is almost the same as being slaughtered by the gods!"

Ye Xuan smiled and explained: "Actually, the gods are not as powerful as you think, the gods that exist in the territory of Huaxia are all incense gods, and they are transformed from soul cultivation after death. ”

Chang Le was even more puzzled, scratched his head, and asked, "What kind of incense god is it, and how does it have anything to do with the soul repair car." Boss, you can talk more carefully, I was born in the wild road, and I don't know these doorways. ”

"Okay, I'll talk slowly!"

Ye Xuan sorted out his thoughts and said slowly:

"If we want to talk about gods, we have to mention 'faith in gods'! If people worship day and night, the power of incense will be entangled in the things to be worshipped. When the quantitative change causes the qualitative change, the power of the incense will condense the divinity, and finally believe in the gods. ”

"It's an extremely long process that must not be interrupted. I once met a huge willow tree in a village, which was called Granny Liu by the villagers, and worshiped for more than 100 years, if there were decades of effort. Granny Liu will become a god and become a god of the land, protecting one side! Unfortunately, because of the great changes of the times and the interruption of faith, Granny Liu did not become a god in the end, but turned into an evil spirit. ”

"This embarrassing situation, at the end of the Middle Ages, a taboo existence, the creation of 'incense into the way of God', the creation of the 'sacrifice into a god', can through the sacrifice, the way of worship, can make a ghost cultivator who has lost his body, overnight into a god!

"More than 10,000 gods emit divine radiance like the sun, shining on thousands of things! In those days, there were two suns in the sky!"

Chang Le was already scared stupid, and his jaw was about to drop.

Incense becomes a god, a god overnight, a sun-like pantheon, and more than 10,000 incense gods. Think about it with your toes, and you know how glorious this force was in the past.

"And then, what's wrong with incense into Shinto, why haven't I heard of it now. ”

Ye Xuan continued: "After the incense became a god and developed to its peak, various problems were exposed. These incense gods are essentially a group of soul cultivators, fighting each other for their beliefs, and all kinds of living beings have suffered heavy casualties. Finally ushered in the heavenly punishment, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism took advantage of the momentum, and the incense that was once in full bloom fell apart in an instant, and the sun-like Pantheon fell into the North Sea and disappeared without a trace. ”

Chang Le couldn't help but swallow his saliva and asked, "What about the founder of the Incense Fire Shinto, is he dead?"

"There are many versions of the legend about the taboo. Some people say that he was killed by Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism in Kunlun Mountain; others say that he broke the void and went to a higher world; others say that he slept in Beihai with the Pantheon, and when the time is ripe, he will make a comeback! In short, this taboo is too demonic, and the three families of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism have joined forces to erase all information about this taboo, and the rest of the side doors are also silent. So even I don't know where this taboo ends, I don't even know the name, I don't know the gender. ”

Chang Le was already trembling with fright, holding the Fire Soul Knife, and retreated:

"Damn, what a terrifying force! Is the harvest sect we are going to face on this mission related to the incense fire becoming a god, I heard Fan Lao say, this cult has already prepared sacrifices, and is ready to sacrifice to the gods, if he succeeds, won't we die!"

"Don't worry, the incense god who has just condensed his divinity is equivalent to the realm of night travel, so many of us, as long as we don't die, there will be no problems. And our main goal this time is to save people. For there is no better sacrifice than a virgin, or a virgin of cardamom. “

A trace of worry flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes.

The vehicle drove away from Shuangya City and entered a mango orchard.

It was the first time Ye Xuan had seen mango trees, the tall fruit trees were neatly arranged, the bunches of half-yellow mangoes were huge and full, and the air was already filled with the fragrance of mangoes.

The more the vehicle moved, the more Ye Xuan noticed that something was wrong!

Many ripe yellow mangoes hang on the trees, not even picked. There were already signs of fruit erosion, and the fruit farmer stood in the mango grove, watching the fruit rot with a sad face.

Eventually, a group of people came to their destination, Wangjia Village, which specializes in growing mangoes!

Village!

There is a pair of two-person high mango mountains, piled up at the entrance of the village like garbage, and no one cares about it.

There was only an old man with tanned skin and gray hair, sitting next to him, eating mango and sighing.

When he saw the official car painted with the political axe logo, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly recruited and signaled to stop.

The vehicle is parked, and a group of people get out of the car.

Jiang Yifan, Fan Lao, such a transcendent existence, naturally he doesn't want to go up and talk.

The person in charge of the negotiation was a temporary worker under Jiang Tingting, named Fan Wei, who was very slippery.

"Uncle, Bi is the village chief of Wangjia Village, Wang Daxi!"

"That's right, say me!Are you the commissioner of the political axe?" said Uncle Wang enthusiastically.

Fan Wei nodded, and naturally began to talk: "Yes, it's us! Uncle Wang, what's going on in your village! So many mangoes are not picked, they are all rotten in the ground." ”

Uncle Wang sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Hey, the weather is excellent this year, and the mangoes in various villages are harvested, but the price has plummeted. You must know that labor is very expensive now, two hundred yuan for a harvester. After picking the mangoes in one day, the money from selling mangoes was not enough for labor costs, so everyone rotted the mangoes to the ground!"

Fan Wei looked frowning and worried!

In fact, he is pretending, although he is only a temporary worker of the Yin Patrol Division, but he is also a master of the Martial Arts Triple Heaven, and it costs tens of thousands of yuan to eat a casual meal, how can he know that ordinary fruit farmers are sensitive to the price of one or two cents of mangoes!

"Uncle Wang, don't worry, we are the special commissioners of the political axe, just to solve the problems of the masses, you don't have to worry, we will report to the higher departments after we go back, organize a seminar, and we will definitely help you sell mangoes." Fan Weiwei made a blank check.

Uncle Wang, who was a peasant in the countryside after all, was stunned for a moment and said happily: "That's great! A few special commissioners, if you don't go to the village committee to sit down, I'll tell you in detail." ”

"No need! We all see the difficulties of your village!"

Fan Wei waved his hand again and again, changed the topic, and said: "By the way, some people have reported that your village seems to be infested with cults, and this kind of feudal superstition must be resolutely cracked down." ”

Wang Laobo wondered: "Cult? It seems that there has never appeared in our village. ”

Fan Wei reminded: "Harvest Sect! ”

Uncle Wang slapped his head and shouted: "Harvest Sect, isn't it just those stupid hats! When they come to our village to preach, they still say 'believe in the harvest god and harvest every year', but the mango harvest is harvested once, and the price plummets once. It was blown away on the spot. ”

Fan Wei was pleasantly surprised: "Oh!

"I don't know, but they say that the holy land of the Harvest Sect is in Ape Cry Ridge, and they say that this is the birthplace of the Harvest God and the land of miracles. Uncle Wang recalled.

Fan Dawei was overjoyed, and then asked, "Oh! Then Uncle Wang can take us to Ape Cry Ridge!"

"Ahh

Fan Wei hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter! We are special commissioners, so how can we retreat because of the slightest difficulty! Moreover, the evil cult is too harmful, and if we catch him on the spot, we will immediately be sentenced, and we will see how they quibble." ”

After that, Fan Wei took out 10,000 yuan from his bag and stuffed it into Uncle Wang's arms.

Looking at the banknotes of Hongdandan, Uncle Wang couldn't help but swallow his saliva, nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll take you to Ape Cry Ridge!"

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